Vol 2 Chapter 507: My sword

Chapter 507 My Sword
On the road under the sun, the carriage is still advancing toward Yongxing City. The people on both sides are separated by the standing army, leaving only vague faces.
But no one imagined that there was a strange conversation between this unusual carriage and the dozen or so royal escorts around.
Gilbert was surprised to see that Teres raised his right arm with a blank expression and showed his hand at the window.
The guards, including Mallos, Doyle, and Golov, frowned, or puzzled, or unbelievable.
That is……
"This is the warning."
I saw the prince facelessly rubbing the long narrow handle in his hand, with a deep tone:
"Set the skills of dwarves and elves, gather the ancient empire swords cast by the earth and the essence of the seven seas."
Alerter.
Mallos was shocked.
Doyle and Goloved together.
"His Highness, I don't..." The watchman glanced around and pressed down their strange eyes.
Hey!
The sound of metal slipping through the leather made Mallos's words stagnate.
The teenager looked at the sword that was slightly squirted and felt its coldness:
"Trace back, it is the handed down sword of the Falkenhaus family. They have participated in the battle of the end with their ancestors, and they have witnessed the revival of Wang Liguo."
"In the near future, it has also served as the most reliable blade in the Royal Guards. Together with its owner, it has helped the King Eddie to take the place."
In front of everyone, Tyres's fingers swept over its blade, and the front and the sheath were squirted, and the voice sighed:
"Significance."
Perhaps it couldn't stand the suppression of the atmosphere, and the horse's mounts screamed unnaturally, twisting his head in uneasiness.
But the eyes of Mallos on the saddle are burning and the emotions are unknown.
The uneasiness of the horses drove the same kind, and the buzzing sounds all the time, the carriage was getting harder and harder.
Doyle tried to control his armpit and stared at the special sword with a big mouth.
That sword...
Glover, near him, tightened his lips and calmed his horse.
Gilbert stared at the sword and thought about it.
In the next second, under the various eyes, the young Duke of Xinghu was cold and open, no doubt:
"Lord Lord Marcus, from now on."
Tyres raised his right arm and sent the hilt out of the window:
"It is yours."
It is yours.
The air was quiet for a moment, and only the wind blew.
Gilbert was shocked and looked at the boy in disbelief.
The surrounding guards were slightly stunned, and Doyle was a ghostly look, as if he had known the prince for the first time.
Mallos brows slightly and tightens his reins.
But Taylors did not give him a chance to speak.
"Of course, I hope more than that."
The teenager Duke Wenyan continued:
"In fact, with my return, the kingdom up and down, the arguments and speculations about this sword will come."

People will come to you for the secret behind this legendary sword, either because of curiosity or because they are puzzled or confused, and go on and on.

Gilbert's face was a bit strange.
"Especially about how it left the West, from the crutches of the Duke of Falkenhaus, then to Yongxing City, to the Fuxing Palace, to the Prince of Tyres and the Duke of Xinghu, and finally to your palm."
"Including the reasons and significance of its hand in the hands of many people."
Tyres coldly swept through every royal guard, and his tone was up and down, like reading an old bard.
From Doyle to Glover, the people who passed by his eyes subconsciously avoided their eyes.
In the end, Tyres’s eyes returned to Mars, who did not say a word, but his brows became more and more tight:
"But I believe you can handle it well."
"right?"
The duke of the teenager underestimated the stalk and raised the hilt.
Everyone is silent.
They looked at Mallos in a timely manner, waiting for the latter's decision.
In the next moment, Mallos suddenly turned his head!
Look at everyone with a burning gaze.
The Royal Guards seem to have a tacit understanding, brushing their heads elsewhere!
Never dare to look at Mallos or the warning.
It seems that the former is not their boss, and the latter is not a sword.
The scene was quiet again.
The face of Marlous has long been missing.
He tightened his mount slightly and stiffened it.
Time seems to have become a long-lasting mural, bleak and silent, and with the action of Mallos, it is peeling off.
"Duke of the Duke," he stared at the warning officer who had exposed the window halfway, slowly biting:
"What does it mean."
The words of Mallos are very light and small.
It's like turning a little old paper on the sound.
But the surrounding guards all converge and breathe, and the atmosphere does not dare to take a sip.
The last logistics officer, Shi Tuo, even swallowed his throat subconsciously.
Gilbert also did not say a word.
"I mean……"
Only the Duke of Xinghu himself is different, and smiles easily and freely.
"Congratulations, Lord Marcus."
"From now on," Taylors's eyes met with the eyes of Mallos, as if they were in the air:
"The long-standing, significant ‘warning person’ is one of the seven servants of the comet, the noble and loyal Marlous family – heirloom.

He whispered:
"Remember, pass it on to your son..."
"Give your grandson again."
Marcus was stiff, and his face was as if he was going to drip out of water. He was only allowed to drive him with his mount.
And Tyres just looked at him quietly.
The guards looked at each other with different expressions.
I don't know how to deal with it.
"Cough... Although the prince appreciates you, I don't think it's a good time to accept the reward," Gilbert bluntly said:
"What do you say, Lord Marcus?"
No one responded.
After Doyle felt that it was about a century later, the voice of Mallos slowly came, sounding like a crack in the rock:
"This gift is too precious and too heavy."
"I can't accept it."
After all, not waiting for the reaction of Tyres, the watchman will take a horse, and the hoof will pass over the window of Tells.
Mallos slammed his face and ordered:
"The prince is tired!"

Strengthen your footsteps and move on!

Sandwiched between the prince and the boss, the already uncomfortable royal guards turned their heads and moved.
But the voice of Thales penetrated everyone again and clearly sounded:
"That's no longer a reward!"
The movements of the people subconsciously.
I saw the young duke in the carriage cold and cold:
"But you can't evade - responsibility."
"Lord Tomond Marcus."
The back of Mallos slowed down in the air.
responsibility?
"You are the watchman of the Royal Guard, right?"
"Watching people..."
In the eyes of everyone, Tyres easily retrieved the hilt and enjoyed the black gems set in it.
"If I remember correctly, at least from the time of the founding of the stars, this position is sacred and important, second only to the captain."
"One of its duties is to take care of the royal treasure house and take charge of the secret treasure."
As soon as this statement came out, the surrounding Royal Guards were all in one.
Doyle frowned at the penalist Gray Parson, but the latter could only give him a gloomy face.
Even Gilbert fell into meditation.
Tyres stared at the back of Mallos, and the tone was unquestionable:
"So, care for the royal family, including the warnings - if I remember correctly, it is my family - secret treasure, this is your obligation."
"You can't shirk."
The warning officer swayed in the palm of Tells and turned in the direction.
The young voice of the Duke sounded in every ear:
"Get it, put it in the most visible position, I will see it no matter what the occasion - with you."
The sun is still the same, and the hooves are rolling.
But the back of Mallos is completely stiff.
Doyle looked carefully at his boss, but the latter did not respond at all.
After a few seconds, the watchman’s words slowly sounded:
"Abuse of the rules, the public enmity of the communique is not the quality that the king should have."
"Duke of the Lord."
His voice is no longer as easy as it used to be, and more of a dignified haze.
Tyres smiled.
"Sorry to make you feel this way, Lord Marcus."
The new words of the Duke of Xinghu’s next acquaintance made everyone change their face:
"After entering the palace, you can take this sword with you at any time and protest to your majesty. I suggest that he withdraw your position - of course, I guess he will put the sword into the royal treasure house."
Taylors narrowed his eyes and talked cold:
"But before that, according to tradition and rules, as the guardian of the Royal Guard, and the head of my escort..."
"I am afraid that your job responsibilities as a member of the Guard will take precedence over your personal preferences."
At that moment, the muscles on Mallorius's arm were tight.
Tyres snorted and finally said:
"Responsibility, Wanwang Haihan."
Mallos was still facing the carriage, but he didn't show his expression, but the guards who drove the carriage didn't dare to look at his face.
In a dead and awkward atmosphere, Tyres knocked on the window with his hilt.
"Hooking at the Lord?"
At this juncture, Doyle coughed and screamed with a laugh:
"Ah, that, the Lord is a watchman, and his rank is high. He needs to report the gift first... So, our flag officer, Hugo and Forbe will record everything today, and then make a decision by your majesty... ..."
Maybe it's talent, and Doyle's words ease the atmosphere.
Tyres slightly frowns:
"So trouble?"
Doyle rushed to the window and gave the prince an apologetic smile.
The young duke also laughed:
"forget about it."
"This sword is not given to Malos."
When this statement came out, the talents felt relieved.
but……
"Little D.D?"
The sudden name made Doyle subconsciously:
"what?"
But he immediately realized who was calling himself:
"Yes... yes, Your Highness?"
I saw the duke leaning against the window and sighed:
"Do you know, sixty years ago..."
"The widow of Sumer IV, the widow of Sumer IV, came from the Kevin Dil family's 'Witches' Jura, who once murdered my grandfather with the Tebak family led by the Blades, who tried to stand John Comet - The former Duke of the Star Lake before me - crowned the king."
The tone of Tyres is very mysterious, so that every noun from his mouth is more sensational.
what?
The Royal Guards were once again slightly stunned, and even Gilbert could hardly control his expression.
Perhaps it is too different from the previous impression. Perhaps it is too much secret in this passage. Doyle first slammed it and the answer was extremely unnatural:
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, are you?"
But Tyres doesn't care, he just looks at the warnings in his hand:
"In those days, thanks to the legendary sword and the person who waved it, my grandfather could not lose the throne and be crowned smoothly."
Doyle raised his eyebrows and wanted to send a questioning eye to his boss. But Mallos did not look back.
"But can you feel it?"
The prince’s face slowly turned into dignity:
"Can you feel the hurricane between the supreme royal family and the two great kingdoms of the sixty years ago from this sword?"
Blood rain...
Doyle's eyelids jumped.
"I……"
But Taylor did not give him a chance to answer:
"Today, I decided to give you the ‘tender,’ Danny Doyle’s Guardian.

At that moment, Doyle shocked the whole person.
The Duke of Star Lake turned to Doyle, and the warning was given by the right color:
"As the most reliable person in the guards of the six guards under my command, I will perform well."
Tyres licked his left eye:
"Don’t humiliate it."
Like his colleagues, Doyle was in the same place.
"Well...ah...ah?" He stared at the sword and he first subconsciously nodded, then realized what he was, and suddenly he was shocked!
But Doyle reacted very quickly, and before the sympathetic eyes of his peers, he looked like a sigh, straightened up and swayed and held the weapon at his waist:
"Cough, no, Your Highness, in fact, my current sword is left to me by my grandmother..."
Doyle’s sorrowful color, but immediately firmed up, like a loyal young boy inspired by something:
"I swore to my grandmother's tomb, and never had a heart before it broke."
Tyres snorted and shook the warning:
"So you don't want it?"

Even if it is a valuable ancient imperial sword?

Doyle shook his head like a rattle.
"That's alright." Taylors sighed pitifully.
Doyle was relieved.
but……
"Glover's vanguard officer!"
In Doyle's sigh of breath and Tyler's sudden name, the almost expressionless Glover was first nervous, then looked at the prince with vigilance.
I saw Taylor smiled and waved at him.
"I heard that your grandfather also served in the Royal Guard and was in a high position."
"Then I think that the family that best fits this weapon is not the Glover family..."
Glover was slightly shocked.
But he shook his head subconsciously and categorically:
"Do not."
Taylor's smile is slightly lag:
"Do not?"
"Don't you?"
I saw that Golov was still the unmoving look, shook his head like a wood:
"Do not."
Taylor sighed heavily.
When he looked up again, he suddenly found out that the royal guards around the carriage had turned their faces, or dutifully investigated the enemy, or talked with his colleagues.
Even Doyle took Glover, who said nothing, and seemed to talk and laugh.
"Ok."
Taylor shook his head helplessly, and turned back to exchange his look with the eccentric Gilbert:
"Then I have to say to them that whether it is Mallord, Doyle or the Goloved family, they are dismissive of the 'tenders' who represent the relationship between the giants and the Fuxing Palace.
Mallor's horseshoes shook slightly, and Doyle's smile solidified.
The prince chuckled and politely extended the sword to the outside of the carriage:
"On the first day of my return, the warnings were thrown away by the roadside..."
"The whereabouts are unknown."
In the next second, Tyres unleashed his hand.
Hey.
In the incredible eyes of the Royal Guards, the precious ancient imperial sword, the heirloom of the Falkenhaus family, the extraordinary warnings, the lonely and helpless turn down the carriage and kneel on the ground.
Shocked a lot of dust.
what?
Doyle almost took out his eyes, and Glover also tightened the reins.
Several guard members subconsciously turned to avoid stepping on the sword that passed through the ages.
For a moment, the formation of the entire team was a mess.
Mallos jerked back and stared at the duke of the teenager who was indifferent.
He made a look, Doyle quickly caught up with the horse and wanted to pick up the warnings before they were covered by dust...
"Very good, D.D."
Taylor's elbows were held by the window and his eyes lit up.
"Thank you, you still accepted this weapon that no one dares to want."
Doyle has already found out that the horse's body is in the air.
His feet are hooked on the horse's feet, and the palms hover above the warnings, only a foot away from the hilt.
The oddly ridiculous Doyle is full of equestrianism.
If you don't look at his expression.
"Remember, it's significant, treat it well..." Tyres looked at Doyle, who was frozen above the sword, with interest.
"enough!"
Finally, Marcus made a return to the horse and his face was angry.
"His Royal Highness, what do you want to do?"
The entire team stopped for it.
Gilbert sighed and looked at Tyres's eyes slightly more complicated.
Doyle, who was stiff in the air, seemed to get a big bang. He even climbed back to the saddle and didn't look at the unusual sword.
"What do I want to do?"
Tyres slowly repeated this sentence and his tone was deep.
He turned to Mallos, and the original witty expression became serious.
"It's very simple."
Tyres swept to every royal guard and screamed:
"I want to tell you: my sword is heavy and heavy."
The eyes of Mallos flashed slightly.
"From the center to the West, from the Star Kingdom to Exeter, it bears the weight of many people."
"At times, I don't know if I can take it."
Doyle and Golova face each other.
"So, when my mission conflicts with your mission," Taylor stared at the watchman's expression and stretched the rhythm of the words to the limit:
"I hope that you can do more than just ‘sorry’.

"My guards."
No one answered.
Including Mallos.
Taylors took back the warning and sat down.
"And next time, if you have to put your command and my wishes on both ends of the board..."
He faintly said:
"Then you'd better make sure that you can take the sword in the middle of yourself."
The Royal Guards are quiet.
Even Mallord was parked in the same place, and the look of Tyres was extremely complicated.
"Because, no matter how much trouble you feel about my will," Tyres knocked on the carriage and looked coldly at the warnings on the ground:
"Don't forget, in this world, it's more trouble than you guys..."
"More troublesome things."
At that moment, with a little satisfaction, Taylor suddenly understood what.
Falkenhaus, he gave himself more than just a sword.
It is a direction.
Thinking about it, Taylors sat back.
"Sorry, I am in a bad mood today."
"D.D, can you take my sword back?"
Doyle was a spirit, he was about to lean over and take the sword, but hesitated again.
"You mean..."
"You, your sword?"
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.
"Correct."
He showed a friendly smile to Doyle through the window:
"It's the sword of ‘我’.

Tyres said with deep meaning:
"Because no one but me can take it."
Mallos silently.
So, with everyone's gaze, with great care, Doyle's eyes quickly picked up the warning, and quickly returned to the prince, as if a slow moment is a big disaster.
Tyres took the sword, stroked its curvature, and sighed softly.
"Now, because of you, this sword is covered with dust, and the carriage is filthy," Taylors put down the warning, and looked at his guards indifferently:
"So, before returning to the Renaissance Palace..."
"I need to go out and take a breath of fresh air."
"It's best to be in a docile, obedient, tall and strong."
He stared at the leading Marlous:
"Is there a problem?"
Under the attention of the same or nervous or uneasy, Mallos did not say a word, but frowned deeply.
After a few minutes.
Tyres rides comfortably on the horse, swaying, ups and downs, following the royal guards and strolling forward.
Looking at the wilderness scenery in the suburbs of Yongxing, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
The Royal Guards pulled up the cloak that concealed their identity. It seemed to be scattered in the form of a team, but in fact he was meticulously surrounded.
In addition, Mallos also refused Gilbert's request to erect the Jiu Mang flag, let the carriage go first, and disguised as a standing army with the handover defense.
but……
This is just the beginning.
Is not it.
Tyres whispered in his heart.
"You don't just grow up," one side, Gilbert riding on another horse sighed slightly:
"You still... not the same."
Taylors bowed his head and was in a bad mood.
"Is it."
Kyber characterized his nod, and his eyes were full of emotion.
"Just just now, I thought I was back to the age of thirty-five."
Taylors looked up:
"why?"
Gilbert smiled.
He sighed as if he had returned to the past:
"Well, because I was at the age of that, I went to the Broken Dragon Fortress."
Taylors a glimpse.
Broken Dragon Fortress?
"It was also there, I saw him for the first time."
Tyres frowned:
"Who sees?"
The foreign minister has a slight meal.
"he."
Gilbert's tone is both fascinating and taboo:
"My negotiating opponent."
"Exeter's hegemon."
"The king of nature."
"Nun VII."
Hearing the name, Taylors stunned.
Nunn.
Faced with Gilbert's gratifying and respectful look, he looked at the people in front of him and the scenery flowed.
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