Vol 2 Chapter 533: Kingdom is young

Chapter 533 Kingdom is young
In the training ground at night, Taylors stepped forward, arms out, and the sword edged!
Two loud sounds.
One after the other, the two pendulums hanging in the air were flexibly picked up by him.
Thales slammed the machine and walked through the swaying pendulum to practice the sword straight in front of the person!
Boom.
His blunt sword topped the thick wood shield in the other hand and made a muffled sound.
From the point of view of the touch, the results are good.
But he has no time.
In the narrow view of the helmet, Tyres clenched his teeth, stepping away from the original road, and quickly retreating!
He wants to return to the starting point unscathed.
The creaking of the rope rang.
The pendulum closest to the boy is coming back and forth, getting closer and closer.
Tyre's nerves are tight, only speeding up the calf's squatting, and trying to maintain a precarious balance in the retreat.
The sin of the prison river in the body felt nervous, they swayed, but Tyres ignored it.
call!
The pendulum swept across his shoulder and did not hit him.
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.
Very good, then only the last...
"clang!"
Waiting for him to finish, Taylors felt a sharp pain in the eardrum!
His helmet was hit by a second pendulum and creaked.
What the hell……
Taylors staggered uncomfortably, threw away his long sword, pulled his neck out of his helmet in three, five, and two places, dying his own ear, and his unbearable left ear.
Right in front of him, the Guardian of the Year of the Talis, the avant-garde of the 30-year-old avant-garde, always sneered at the prince's ugliness - put down the shield and look at the sir.
"The pace is to be stable."
Mallos stepped forward and patted the lime-white spots on the Bratton shield. He looked at the swaying back and forth, and it was difficult to separate the two pendulums from each other.
"There is to be strong, the sword must be accurate, and the action must be positive."
"The most important thing is that you can't be hit by a reverberating pendulum."
"In the five of them, if there is one thing that is not in place, the practice will not count."
Mallos plucked his gaze from the prince who had suffered from the tinnitus with sympathy, knocked on the shield of the bell, and gestured to the guard of the side, Conmuto.
"Again."
Commuto walked off the field and replaced the thick shield with limestone in his hand with a brand new shield.
Tyres can easily straighten out the painful left ear and get upset:
"I do not understand."
"Why is this training so rigid: you must go straight up and down, you can't swing your sword, you can't roll it... just to compare the speed with the two reverberating pendulums?"
Tyres looked at the metal pendulum that swings back and forth like a swing.
Thank goodness - or, politically correct, thanks to the sunset - not long ago, the static stigma and confrontation training in his martial arts class came to an end.
But instead it is the sword target exercise.
Taylor looked at the pendulum that was hanging on the wheel that could be pushed freely.
These days, from pendulum training, to piercing training, dodge training, spur training...
There are no more than seven or eight kinds of targets for light. Each training has multiple choices with different levels of difficulty.
Of course, the pattern of the shackles of Tyres was also renewed day by day: the pendulum that was swayed back and smashed the helmet, and the turner that was turned faster and faster played the foam of the mouth, and the sandbags that fell in the rain fell into the dust. The target position shouted out of order is dizzy...
Say he didn’t admit if he died...
He missed some dead faces.
Nilai's training is to destroy your confidence in endless setbacks.
The training of Mallos is to kill your patience in the boring repetition.
In the training ground, the acquaintances of the Guards were in conflict with each other. The logistics officer of the field guarding the equipment, Piloga, handed the water to the cup and got some rest time for Taylors.
As time goes by, even the Japanese (super) 10,000 machine (class), the young Duke of Xinghu began to slowly become familiar with his 20-star Star Lake Guard.
In the ranks of the pioneers, I don’t know whether it’s the family source or the character. Karen Glover is the leader, and the
zombie
is introverted, firm, and has no complaints (great contrast with DD). The trust of Marlous, the watchman put a lot of things in his hands, and under the leadership of Glover, the eight pioneers under the Duke of Thales were all resolute and vivid, and they had a good relationship with Thales. The left-handed swordsman Zonnevid, including the Vladivost who is now giving him a spa, is among them.
The six-person team was closest to Tyres. Unexpectedly, Danny Doyle, who was jealous and cynical, was mixed up in the air ("Who doesn't want to do it with rich local tyrants." "Friends." - When Mallos was inadvertently dining, there were a lot of friends and friends who united as one, for the prince to bully the male bully, once compared with the sword, and from the police officer to the hole of the guard Muto is also one of them.
The penalty wing and the logistics wing are a total of six people. The former leader, Gray Patterson, is a nitpicking bald little old man ("Hey, do you know that the guy's nickname is the screaming 'gardener'? Because, ah, once he was in the grass I caught a guy who had a sneak peek with the maid, and then - oh, I’m here, Pitson, you are here, oh, I’m urgency, go ahead, hehe!
– after thirty seconds, I’m going to corner Patterson's Doyle).
Dvord Stowe and Yan Yue, who are coordinating logistics, often smiled and asked whether Taylors was satisfied with the food and the cost ("How silly do you have to believe that the guys responsible for keeping accounts will be good people?" - - Doyle who bites the bread.)
Hugo Fubi, who is in the palm of the flag, looks sullen, but he does not have a ghost. He walks silently ("It is probably hanging in the early years, only the ghosts are floating in the air, but we don't know it." Doyle, who enjoys his teeth, he and his two flag officers only handed over to Marcus, and rarely participated directly in the Guards.
And (according to Thales's malicious speculation), the captain of the "fighting five is five", the guards of the guards, the respected Wang Yuqi - cough - Lord Tomond Marlous, with his direct The three subordinates, as well as the leaders of the above five wings, arranged the complex and first-time Star Lake Guards to be well organized and work smoothly, especially when the banquet was coming, it must be said that there is still one.
"Sword target practice doesn't mean you can be opportunistic and virtual."
Mallos didn't think that he was looking at Piroga - D.D, who should have served the prince, had not finished his post-rule sentence - handed the cup to Tells:
"In the past six years, what you learned from the people of the Northland is the desperate skill of recruiting and recruiting, and the crisis response."
"This may have given birth to your final power..."
"But that also means changing blood with blood, winning in danger, means killing the red eye and moving forward. If you cut the blade, you have to bite your teeth, which means you don't leave the road, it doesn't matter, half gambling luck, half a charge. Crazy."
Watching people's eyes are slightly condensed:
"In reality, this situation will only happen when the weak is strong, and when the odds are extremely small, it is a battle against the water. If it is unsuccessful, it will become a benefactor."
Tyres returned the cup to Piloga, soothing the sore muscles.
"But more often, you will hold a lot of chips, but you will face complex enemies and more constraints. If you take a shot, you will have a whole body, but you have a choice but it is difficult to decide."
Mallos narrowed his eyes:
"At this time, what you need is not just a hard-working will, but the accumulation of movements, habits, concentration, calmness, sensitivity, and courage in daily training."
"This is what you mean here today."
Well, Tyres admits that at least in the mouth, Marcus can still kill the comet, listen to this set of...
As for the other ones.
"The battle is well-prepared and carefully planned. We must consider all aspects, take every factor into consideration, and prepare for it, instead of having to go through it. What is it?" Mallos said leisurely:
"This is the insight left by the Guard's predecessor. He is highly skilled and used to guard the Judith Hall."
Taylor's thinking paused a little.
This time, the prince turned his head and, with a complex mood, re-examined the vast and exquisite courtyard of the Judith Hall.
The breeze smashed, and in the absence of the light, the night's Judith Hall was more like a tourist attraction than a serious and ruthless Wang Family Park.
Former watchman.
Guard the 闵迪思厅.
"Your predecessor."
Taylors turned back:
"You know him?"
Unexpectedly, Mallos looked far and wide, thoughtful:
"Yes."
"I know him."
In front of Taylor's slightly surprised expression, Mallos added:
"From the history."
After a second.
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and rolled his eyes.
You know a hammer.
"Of course, I know that the sword target practice is boring and boring, far less interesting than real people."
Mallos took the water bag from Tells:
"Like what you have already learned, the martial arts of the three major schools in China: martial arts, new trends, offense and defense."
The watchman turned his head and went to the shift to give the prince Pilonga and Konguto.
Both are neatly changed.
Mallos waved to the older logistics officer and the sturdy guardian and smiled:
"This is enough to digest for a while."
Piloga and Commuto took a sigh of relief, re-appeared and politely bowed to the prince.
"But they can only be regarded as unique in style, far from being the mainstream of today's martial arts."
"Let's wait, when your first stage of the sword target practice is qualified."
Mallos turned back:
"We will return to confrontation training. There are talents in our young men who can show you and teach the stars in the domestic and even the entire Westland genre, jumping out of the geographical differences and dominate the two major martial arts mainstream."
Tyres' eyes look:
"Dominant position? Two mainstreams?"
"Yes," said the words of Mallos, full of the temptation of a grandmother's storytelling:
"From the era of the Empire, the origins of each other for thousands of years, the numerous experiences on the way, witnessed thousands of winds, the two mainstreams that have been passed down to the present."
Tyres asks:
"And that is?"
Mallos didn't answer any more, just shook his head and gestured to the other side of the pendulum.
The latter licked his mouth and silently lifted the shield back to the pendulum.
Tyres sighed and stood up and put on his helmet.
Under the illumination of the moonlight and the lights, the footsteps and swords were heard again on the training ground.
Finally, after Tyres did not know how long it took, how many times he hit the shield, and how many pendulums he had smashed, Marlos said warmly:
"Well, these few actions are good and quite qualified."
Thank goodness - cough, thanks to the sunset.
Tyres spit out a sigh of relief and his sword slammed.
until……
"Then come back twenty times."
Mallos is full of spring breeze.
The little face that Tyres pulled down was once again tight:
"what?"
"But the pace, strength, precision, movement, including the pendulum... I have done very well in all five!"
The teenager protested without hesitation.
"Yes, your five of you are very standard, so in order to maintain this good state..."
Mallos smiled and said:
"Let's consolidate."
Taylors thought the night was long.
Finally, after twenty standard pendulum stab trainings (including countless times more than it, more and more, failing to count the total number of failed actions), Tyres was tired on the ground, only gasping .
"I have heard that 'the anger of the sea" is a random response to life and death."
Tyres is still lying still, just struggling to pick his head up and fight to open the subject to avoid the next ‘consolidation’:
"And this is the best training method you have found for me? Is it exhausting me?"

Is there really practical meaning?

Mallos snorted and signaled that others started to clean up.
"If you really want to talk about the meaning of actual combat, Your Highness, you think, as the Duke of Star Lake and the second prince."
"How many chances do you have to kiss the battlefield and face the enemy?"
As the Duke of Xinghu and the second prince.
Go to the battlefield and face the enemy...
Sitting on the ground, Thales looked at the sky, and Emei recalled:
like……
Quite a lot of embarrassment.
In front of the faceless face of the tales, the Malthus is ironic:
"So, according to your statement, why not learn how to blow the most screaming whistle, call the loudest ‘rescue’, and then wait for others to kill you for the most critical moments, and save for you?

Tyres twitched his mouth on the ground.
I want it too.
I want to be beautiful.
"It’s different from the ancient aristocrats who took the soldiers before the millennium. Today, the existence of the martial arts class is not for you to be a warrior with a tenth, or a pioneer."
"That is the work of others."
Mallos gave him a look:
"Our work."
The attitude of the watchman is serious:
"In the royal family and even most of the higher aristocrats, this lesson is just for you to know, and to feel the same: in the past, the soldiers who died around your ancestors, in the future, you are the warriors who are unwilling to take care of you..."
"When they go on and fight for you, when you die for you..."
"You have to know what they have experienced and what they will face."
"In order not to forget."
Tyres lying on the ground breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the blood of the past: the birch forest, the Broken Dragon Fortress, the Dragon City, the Blades Camp...
Tyres sighed:
"Whether you believe it or not, I know more than you... more than many people."
Mallos walked beside him, falling backwards in the eyes of Tyres, blocking the stars in the sky:
"I don't want to question you."
"It can be more than that."
The watchman is secluded:
"Everyone, including our Royal Guards, has made such an oath, and it also holds the belief that if the crisis is coming, the battle will be made, and we will sacrifice everything and guard the master."
"But only one person can't think so." His tone suddenly became severe.
Tyres’s expression changed.
"you."
Malos is indifferent, as if not careless:
"You must always imagine, prepare: When we can't perform our duties, or even when we are not on the side, what should you do?"
Can't perform duties, not even on the side...
I don't know why, Taylor's eyes suddenly appeared in the deep black prison under the bones.
The teenager closed his eyes and opened again.
"You mean, when even my closest and most trusted guards betray me and abandon the Lord?"
For a moment, the air on the training ground seemed to be still, and the guards in the shift were all in one.
Mallos was quiet for a second.
"I didn't say that."
But Taylors ignored him.
"Then you will?"
The duke looked straight at the guard captain at the top of the head:
"Maybe because of a better, higher reason..."
"betray me?"
A side of the puller looked at Mallos subconsciously.
This is not a good idea.
But Mallos just looked at the prince indefinitely, and never spoke for a few seconds.
Maybe it is autumn, maybe the temperature of the training ground at night is not high, and the singer lying on the ground only feels cool behind.
"You should go to the bath."
The voice of Mallos is still indifferent:
"Get some rest early."
"After all, after fifteen hours, your welcome party is about to begin."
"I hope that tonight can help you reduce tension."
Yes, welcome to the party.
Damn party.
Tyres sighed and returned to the ground with his head back.
The rotating guards began to pack up.
In the distance, a listless figure limped closer, and another strong figure followed him.
"You are over?"
A tired Doyle came to Marlus, followed by the expressionless Glover:
"At least give me a chance to get close to the prince, or I will be old tomorrow..."
Mallos didn't look at him, just walked straight ahead:
"How's it going?"
Doyle numb looked at Mallos with frustration:
"Don't worry, I have been in the kitchen for the past few days, in the warehouse, in the haunted room of the 闵迪思厅, which has been piled up for hundreds of years, behind the Sto, behind me, I have to keep my eyes open, and I still have a ticket to the maid - cough - - The servants have made a good relationship and sorted out the situation..."
"At least tomorrow, no one can poison the prince and his VIPs at the banquet tomorrow - of course, the aphrodisiac does not know."
Mallos chuckled and ignored Doyle’s euphemistic complaints.
"It has been coordinated with the police hall, the royal standing army, including the Guards of the Fuxing Palace, and there are no problems with the arrangement of personnel and posts, even after leaving the scene," Goloved behind Doyle:
"No one can threaten him, public opinion assassination."
Mallos was silent for a while.
"Under poisoning? Assassination?"
The watchman turned back and looked at the stars lying on the ground to see the stars, the eyes solidified:
"That is the thing I don't worry about the most."

Today is October 30, which is the first time in human history to defeat the orcs.
It is said that in this traditional festival, from Jingbi Island to the Devil Sea, from the sigh mountain to the flame sea, the whole world celebrates with the whole people.
Thales still remembers that this was the "Fat Sheep Day" in the mouth of the deaf children. On this day, the citizens on the streets clamored for the parade, ignoring the location of the wallet, the most lovely.
Unfortunately, for Prince Taylors, today is no longer a "Fat Sheep Day", but his returning home welcome party.
From small to large, Taylors only attended a banquet.
And that experience is obviously not available for reference - the Duke of the Dinghu Lake, can not pick up the sleeves to pick up the glass, roaring to the guests of the Di Di Si Hall, "eat! Drink! Hit! Grass! Do whatever you want!"
But I have to say that until the afternoon of the next day, as the owner of the banquet, when Teres stood under the star of the three kings to meet a group of guests, he realized how hard the job was.
"Hey, you are a man."
The Viscount Patterson in front of him was old and his body was only older. His eyes were smoggy by the two sons, but his identity was important. He belonged to the kind of VIP that Taylors needed to personally greet - he ruled The Debao area is an important eastern part of the central government. I am a direct vassal of the royal family.
Ranked as the seven stars of the comet.
Among all the heavyweight VIPs, he was the first person to arrive in advance, which allowed the dresses in the lounge to be dressed up, and the banquet process and the ceremonies of the ceremonies of Tyres were so busy that they had to disrupt the arrangement and hurry. Come out to meet.
I saw the Viscount Patterson twitching, but unceremoniously pushing the two sons who helped him, leaning forward and firmly holding the arm of Tells.
"I still remember... 18 years ago, I was sitting in the hall of the stars... Looking at your father, crowned him."
"Now..." The old viscount gasped.
Glover and Doyle stood nervously around the prince, his knees bent slightly, his body leaning forward, and he seemed to be ready to fly out.
But Taylors felt that this was not to protect him, but that he was afraid that the old man who was struggling to speak would fall to the ground.
"The prince opened a feast, the ruthless hands, the laughter, the old ministers are dying out" - this kind of news is better or less.
Taylor maintains a smile. According to Professor Jin Ni’s standard royal etiquette, he maintains the grace and affinity. He gently holds the old viscount with a chicken-covered palm, paying attention to the balance of the other person, and warmly asking about his health. (The Viscount had some ears on his back, and his son had to repeat the prince's words several times in his ear).
Just like a standard Duke of Star Lake should do.
"My body knows for itself, Your Highness, it won't last a few years."
"But it doesn't matter," the moment, the voice of Viscount Patterson flashed a glimmer of light:
"Because...the years are like the shuttle, and the stars are still there."
Tyres felt a tight palm and saw Viscount Patterson bow down and took a lot of effort to put the chin on the prince's gloves:
"The kingdom is young."
The chicken skin crane made him snoring and gnashing his teeth:
"It's the right time."
There is also a chapter, which should be able to be changed in the early morning.
(End of this chapter)