Vol 2 Chapter 277: Playing chess (below)

Chapter 277 playing chess (below)
In the Palace of the Spirit, after the different expressions of Putila, according to the habits of the past three years, Taylors took a book out of the narrow and desolate garden of blood, accompanied by the followers directly to the stable.
Wye looked helplessly behind him, Rolf seems to have been used to this scene, just quietly follow the footsteps of the prince.
Behind them are a handful of Star Soldiers, a dozen people - mostly recruited from the Broken Dragon Fortress, all the old buddies who have had a hard time with the prince, including veteran Jainard, and novice recruits who are no longer recruits. Willow.
On the other hand, the guards of the Dragon and the Grand Duke of the Dragon City and the guards of the courts relayed the news back and forth between the enemy's enemies. From time to time, a team of soldiers set off on the road. Lord Justin, who was headed, had a black face and a tight expression. However, he still carries out his obligation meticulously to protect the safety of this special guest.
After all, this is the command of the female grandfather.
"For the sake of safety, I sincerely recommend that you postpone the palace for a few days, at least until the end of the female grand prince's hearing day," Wyah seems to be unable to look down on the second prince's leisurely pace: "The White Blade Guard... I mean, Dagong’s guards have enough people to protect your travels, instead of putting most of your energy in the hero hall as you do now.

Wyatt’s servant glanced at the surrounding Northland soldiers—at least half of the princes’ travels: the vassals of many Longyan cities are visiting before and after the political day, and most of the princes in Longyan City are guarded. Whether it is the surviving former White Blade Guard or the comet, the newly trained soldiers in the past few years have been transferred to the female Dagong.
Thales took out the brown book of his arm, playing with the words "The Light of Mankind - The Beginning and End of the Knights' Temple" on the cover, and did not care to blow a whistle that Rolf taught him.
Wyatt Casso, in the six years of serving the prince in Exeter, he has only returned to the country twice, and every time he returns, he has matured a lot. However, he is as serious as ever and "excessive force." The string that is always tight and tight has never been relaxed.
This can't be done.
Especially... face such an opponent.
Taylors kept a smile and silently said in his heart.
Just listen to the prince and easily said: "The safety issue such as the Assassin - Northland people are not idiots, even the children who have burned are afraid of fire, not to mention the country that died in the king."
Former White Blade Guard, Lord Justin, who walked on the side, screamed with a sigh of relief, and muttered something in his mouth. It sounded like Tyres, who was listening well, seemed to be "the stars are so embarrassed to say so."
Tyres pretended not to hear, shrugged his shoulders: "And, it is a very tragic thing to be under house arrest in an enemy city like a prison. Don't deprive me of the little fun left."
"Tragic? I think you are enjoying the current 'Jailbreak' life," Wyatt rolled her eyes. He was familiar with the prince and he rarely retorted: "Moreover, no prisoner has ever had a good relationship with the "warlord." To this extent, she can promise that you are free to choose the 'windy' time every month."
"Don't say it is so simple, go out to play chess..." Teres smiled. He didn't go back to Wai Ya's hand: "That is what I endure and bear the burden, and I have to work hard to master the dragon city." The poor right of the Count of Brisbane."
Tolerate the burden, the hardships?
Wye's face suddenly became as dark as Lord Justin next to him.
It means that you have been dragging the female princes to skip classes many times, and have you been clamoring for the chickens and dogs in the Yingling Palace?
"Do you really want to be today?" The innate character made Wyatt hold back the desire to continue to vomit, and the official sergeant said: "If you can't do it, stay in the palace and play chess. - You are also yourself." Be yourself."
Under the surveillance of the eyes and ears of King Chaman, in the hustle and bustle of the city of Longyan, before the prince’s high-powered prince, in addition to deliberately looking for trouble and ulterior motives, which of the Exeter nobles dared to be with the kingdom of stars The only heir sits and plays chess against the table?
"The point is not to play chess, but to 'release the wind', Wyatt," said Tyres, and the book on his hand slowly tapped his left hand: "I don't expect people like you who can freely enter and exit Longyan City." Can understand the prisoner's own mood."
Wye shook her head helplessly, waiting to speak again.
"Okay, Wyah, it’s good, let’s say a few words,
said Tyres, putting his index finger backwards and ending the conversation in an understatement:
Learn about the medira next to you, he never More mouths."
Wyatt frowned, her skeptical eyes turned back and forth in the wind, Gidila Rolf.
Sure enough, Rolf, who was dumb, said nothing, and expressed a provocative to Wye.
"I can't deny this," Wyatt sighed in pain, bowing her forehead: "He doesn't really have much."
Tyres whistled.
At this time, a young and exaggerated female voice rang from the top of the head:
"Hey! Little tays, are you going to go out again?"
Several new Dagong Guards nervously raised the smashing arrows upwards, but others were so ugly and accustomed to it, and Wyatt and Rolf turned their eyes almost at the same time.
With a plop, a short figure that was tightly covered by the cloak smashed down from the tree on one side, followed the foot with one hand and extended a thumb: "Do not worry, there is me, he definitely does not There will be security issues!"
"Why do you always like to lie on the branches, Miss Edda?" Wye was dissatisfied with the geological questioning of the cloak lady who was supposed to be the first guard of the prince.
"So big sun, of course, looking for shade!"
Huaiya looked up in disbelief and couldn't figure out what the "shade" and "twig" had in common.
"Sorry, Edda, I just want to go to the spear area to play chess." Tyres sighed and replied with no anger: "Not ready to go hunting in the suburbs."
"Eh?"
Eda puts his hands on his back and walks in front of him. Covering the cloak of the upper half of his face is also difficult to hide the disappointment in his voice: "Can you take two more steps?"
"Take two more steps from the spear area to the suburbs - are you talking about the ‘two steps’ of the dragon?

Edda said pitifully: "When the food in the Palace of the Spirit comes up, it will always be cold. Don't you think... kid, think about it, hot rabbit meat!"
"The cold meal in the Palace of the Spirit, it is for your safety, check the food..."
"Speaking of safety," Edda clenched his fist and sighed with bitterness: "Being a protector behind your saddle horse, I fought battles and bruised all over the body, and saved you from the enemy's hands, eventually saving the whole dragon. Yucheng... Now I just want to eat some hot meat, but you have even a small request..."
"You said that six years ago, when you rushed to the Yingling Palace, you found that everything was over. So I was happy to ask for money to pay back the bill to prove that I was not a young lady who entered the room to steal a chicken thief?" The prince replied without any waves.
In the next second, Tyre's footsteps turned, skillfully turning his head, just flashing the angry and sullen Elf Miss, and avoiding the fingers of her poked feet.
"Hey, hey, hey, you actually flashed again! The third time!" The lady in the cloak squatted in the same place, holding her right index finger and shaking her head:
"Why are you so skilled!"
Tyres spit out a sigh of relief, swayed his head, and continued to move forward, leaving Eda (who had been so cute, who couldn’t avoid the death of a little Tyler?) ), and the countless soldiers guards who ignored her.
For six years, everyone has long been accustomed to the peculiarity of this guard: Wyatt reported with sympathy, Rolf simply blew a whistle of bass and tremble, to set off her mood at this time.
Taylors felt that the special fluctuations that gathered on the soles of the feet and the neck slowly disappeared, feeling the faint fatigue of the tendons and frowning.
Just now, this familiar wave helped him escape Edda’s fingers.
The singularity of the singer thinks of a night long ago, the man who held the black sword.
[This is the power of cursing... you can only promote it through special methods...]
Sure enough, six years...
The effect and cost of this stuff... Taylors clenched his fists and felt the numbness of his legs and neck.
Nothing to enter.
Tyles walked into the stables on the side of the Yingling Palace and kicked his boots on a horse bench to cover up his relaxation.
The prince was crowded on both sides to the horse stall he was familiar with. A strong black horse put his head out of the fence and extended his nose to him intimately.
"Do you have a good deal for her?" Taylor smiled and scratched the black horse's chin, looked at her teeth, facing the horse next to him:
"You know, Jenny likes to be clean."
The full-time groom of the Yingling Palace proudly patted his chest and promised the prince that his mount had never been so healthy.
Dark Horse Jenny - The prince's exclusive mount was brought to the Dragon City by the mission of the Star Kingdom three years ago. It is a good girl selected from thousands of mounts as a Northland war horse and a plain horse. The mixed blood, she also inherited the mother's temper tantrum and the father's foot strength, for many riders trying to surrender her.
What is surprisingly rare is that Teres, who has never had a talent for horse riding, has a good relationship with Jenny, which is even surprising to the lord Connie who led the mission.
Tyres smiled softly, stuffed the books in his hand into the bag on the saddle, and untied Jenny's reins. At the same time, Wyah and other soldiers began to look for their mounts.
Just at this time.
"The prince of Prince Teres, Good Day."
A depressed and peaceful female voice came from outside the stable: "As a 56-year-old elder, I need to remind you to pay attention to the safety of this trip."
Soldiers and guards have let the road open, and they are all present to the people, and the stars are frowning.
Tyres closed his mouth open with a smile, and sighed with a back to the new lady.
"Good day, Ms. Jin Kesi," he did not return, and he was still preparing for the departure. "I thought that you should stay with the female grand priest at the moment and help her to show her gracefully and gracefully to the vassals and nobles. It’s a good time.

Jin Kesi, one of the close-knit women around the female prince: a 50-year-old woman who looks like a 30-year-old aristocratic woman, she is simple in dress, simple in hair accessories, and behaves in a fair manner. To be serious, but it is impeccable in language and etiquette.
It is said that she is the widow of a deceased vassal of the late Nun Wang. Six years ago, she was invited by the Regency of Respons to the Yingling Palace to take care of her daughter’s living and teach her the corresponding etiquette. It should have been like Ji Fu in the Fuxing Palace. Like B. Baker, she is a good and competent female official. If she does not ask the Star Prince who is a leisurely reading book, she must follow the Northland etiquette class.
By the way: She is also one of the reasons why Taylors first fled the class with the female university.
Ms. Kinks still runs the voice that makes people unconsciously nervous: "In addition, I also brought the words of several other adults."
"I suggest you listen carefully - even if you are from the South."
Upon hearing this, Tyres stopped helplessly and turned to face her.
Ms. Kinsey nodded with satisfaction, raised the angle to the neck of the swan neck, and cleared her throat.
"Dragon's City Granddaughter asked me to remind you that during her time in politics," the woman said proudly: "The new books in the palace..."
"Okay, Ms. Kinks," Taylors scratched his head with a headache: "Trouble you back to the niece, I will wait until she returns to remove the gift."
Ms. Kinssi narrowed her eyes, and although her expression remained the same, Tells knew that she was interrupted by dissatisfaction with the prince.
But after a few minutes, the lady opened her mouth again.
"The Count of Brisbane also asked me to remind you that when he accompanied the female Grand Regency," the female officer lowered her posture a little, but still looked straight at the eyes of Taylors: "For your safety and the city of Longyan Reputation, please follow the king’s orders..."
"Okay, Ms. Kinks," Tyres stroked Jenny's horse's head and appeased her dissatisfaction with the owner's inability to unravel her restraint: "Trouble you for thanking me for the regency, and taking time to care for my Earl of Brisbane." And tell him: I will not run out of the axe area and the spear area."
Jin Kesi frowned.
"At last……"
"Sirley Niely captain asked me to remind you that because of the special speciality of the political day, please be sure to cooperate with the work of Lord Justin and the guards when you go out," the lady's voice eased, but it still makes people nervous: "And, Because you had a bad record of returning after eight o'clock two months ago..."
"This time, once you return more than 5:00 pm, he is ready to recall all the guards and lock the gates, and advise you to solve the accommodation."
Tyres frowned, took a deep breath and spit it out.
In his mind, he automatically filtered the landscaping of Ms. Kinx, and restored the original words of the comet who held the arm uncomfortably under the face of a pale dead man: "You don't want to come back after five o'clock. Just die outside!"
The prince pushed the fence open and set foot on the horse stool.
"Okay, Ms. Kinks," the prince faced a serious female officer and indulged for a few seconds: "Trouble you again, die for that...say to Lord Niely..."
Kim Silke raised her eyebrows.
"Five o'clock?" Tyres sighed and said seriously:
"How can he not die?"
The next moment, Tyres did not hesitate to take a look at the stables, and in the loud hum of Jenny, he came out!
The prince did not return to the side of the sorrowful female officer, and the followers and soldiers who followed him followed, including the helpless Wye, the calm Rolf, and the sulking Edda.
He swayed the horse in his hand and rushed out of the square in front of the Yingling Palace and went to the first gate.

The journey from the Yingling Palace to the spear area did not take much time, especially with the cooperation of the Dagong guards and the patrols. The streets and the roads were unimpeded.
In the words of just tweeting Wyatt, there is one thing he didn't lie: this is the hard-won wind-off opportunity that Taylors is fighting for – playing chess in the spear area not far from the Seal Palace.
At the moment of the bumpy tyros, he controlled the ups and downs of the body, watching Jenny's ears and her cheerful pace in the back, bending his lips.
In the past six years, at least his riding has advanced by leaps and bounds - Exeter may be a little less culturally inherited by special stars, but when it comes to the importance of military skills, even the most rude and low-level Northern aristocrats must The peers who opened the stars are a big cut.
Taylors still remembers that he and the female grandfather’s outdoor course (which is a polite name), when Nie Lai, who was in charge of
classes
, discovered that his only two students, Tyres, were allergic to horses. The riding is not good, the female grandfather resists the horse because of fear in his heart...
The expressionless comet came directly to the thick rope, tied them firmly to the horse, and then lit the horsetail.
Once a day, every two hours.
The effect was immediate – after ten days, both he and the girl became equestrian
masters
in vomiting and dizziness, at least familiar.
With this step in place, Nielai Lai untied the rope and began to leisurely correct their riding posture and skills and introduce the harness.
Then pick up the weapon... and then ride the horse...
Later, a former white-blade guard told Tells privately: multiply the duration and frequency by two, and then turn the torch that ignited the ponytail into a honeycomb, which is the standard riding training of the Whiteblade.
The prince thought of this, could not help but sigh.
In the next second, Tyres drags the reins of his hand, applying a little force, while sitting deep back, gently sliding his legs back to a relaxed position.
The intelligent Jenny immediately began to slow down, confirming this point of Tyres, and timely releasing the reins to encourage, soothing the excited girl who was excited, passionate and eager to vent - she dissatisfied hum.
Jenny's horseshoe focused heavily, and after a few seconds she stopped in front of their destination.
The mounts of Lord Wyatt and Justin also stopped.
Tyres applauded the triumphant Jenny with touches and screams - she recently caught the bad habit of attracting the attention of the owner with dissatisfied spoils - while sighing that the horse's hard-to-handle is no less than human.
He remembered the hundreds of cavalrymen in the black sand collar - God knows how much time and effort it takes to train a skilled Mercedes-Benz cavalry.
Taylors stepped over the stables, handed the reins to the back of Jenard, and looked up at his destination, a chess room in the spear area.
I heard that this was originally an aristocratic hotel with excellent decoration. Until the boss who operated alone, he was robbed and killed in the catastrophe that swept through Longyan City six years ago. One of his Commas’s fellows paid for the offer. Here, according to the original decoration changed into a recreation room for the nobility, I heard that the business is not bad.
Of course, the word "good business" is not with it today - since three years ago, the Prince of Stars chose this place as his fixed point for monthly travel, this chess room had to accept a monthly clearance, waiting The fate of the prince, but obviously this is not a bad thing, because after that its business does not fall, everyone is scrambling to see the mysterious prince in the palace that has been fighting.
Tyres stepped into the chess room in the boss's flattering voice: hundreds of Dagong guards and patrols had already thoroughly searched the area and isolated the adjacent areas.
The prince looked at the empty hall and sighed.
He slowly climbed the steps and went to the box on the second floor. The guards from Justin to Wyatt and Rolf kept inseparable.
Under the lead of the boss, Teres skillfully crossed a gate and came to the largest box - this is a semi-open-air box, large in size, with one side terrace facing the downstairs spear area, the prince's The chess seat is on the edge of the terrace, from which you can enjoy the view of the street.
Through the terrace, Taylors did not accidentally see that countless guards and patrols guarded the vital parts of the street to nearby buildings. At least two hundred people, bowed, regularly patrolled, and guarded against possible uninvited guests. Everyone is staring at himself on the terrace.
This kind of battle and atmosphere, together with martial law, even if the number is less than half, it is impossible to have another tragedy six years ago.
I was bitten by a snake...
The prince shrugged and sat down in the seat and laid down the book.
He turned his gaze to the chessboard and chess pieces in front of him. From the Kingdom of Ellenbia, the "Imperial Rise and Fall", which has been circulating for nearly a hundred years in the Westland, is still empty. The opposite seat that is supposed to be a player is empty. .
"Okay," said Tyres, looking at the red king standing on the board. He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar black and red pieces in the chess box with a slight emotion, while still facing the unrelenting inspection of the surrounding. Yah and Justin said: "You can go out. Anyway, you don't close the door, there are terraces. You are the same outside the door and on the street."
"As before, I want to be alone."
Behind Wyah, Rolf nodded slightly. After he put a plate of checked food and water, he grabbed the boss who was still ready to please the two. The Edda had long since disappeared - probably on the roof. Let's go.
"Prince Tyres," Lord Justin of the former Whiteblade Guard cautiously said: "Old rules, three hours, if you need any..."
The prince spit out a breath: "I will let you know the first time."
Lord Justin nodded and glanced at Wyatt, both walking to the door of the ten-meter door behind Tyres, guarding the entrance and exit, while staring at the prince who was reading and playing chess at the same time.
"Every time is like this." Tyres shook his head and smiled. He continued to take the pieces from the chess box and began to put them on the board.
Both the box and the block were quiet, only the footsteps of the soldiers from time to time, and the faint complaints from behind, Wyah’s small complaints to Rolf.
Guard, cast stone, shield warrior, small pawn...
Just as Tyre placed the penultimate piece and was preparing to take the last piece.
Two slender white pheasants, and the beautiful fingers of the nails appeared suddenly.
The finger descended from the sky, grabbed the black king, gently placed it on the chess line of Tyres, placed it, righted it, even aligned with the chessboard, and turned the front side to the direction perpendicular to the red side.
Meticulous, extremely fine.
"Thank you."
Tyres raised his eyebrows and he looked up and nodded unexpectedly to the sudden uninvited guest.
The prince’s long-lost friend, the enchanted magician, Eichda Sackn sat quietly and quietly on the opposite seat, staring at the chess pieces on the board, slightly squinting.
(End of this chapter)