Chapter 618: Aftermath

   Chapter 618
  Renaissance Palace, Elland Atrium.
  "This is the ancient empire sword."
  In the court, Pioneer Officer Maric passed two rows of serious royal guards. He held the handle in one hand and the front in the other, carefully observing the strange long sword in front of him:
   "Two thousand years ago,'The Great' Komora Carlosser cast them to honor the meritorious officials of the ancient empire."
  "Hey, hey, take a moment!"
   A complaint came from behind, Marico frowned and looked back.
  Between the two rows of royal guards, Cohen with a swollen nose and swollen nose knelt on the ground, his hands and feet tied, he raised his head unwillingly:
   "That is the sword from my family!"
  At his side, Doyle, who was also by the Big Five, bumped Cohen.
"To shut up."
  D.D gritted his teeth, while aiming at Marico worriedly, while hating iron but not steel:
   "We are all like this, can't you not provoke him?"
  Cohen was not convinced, and was about to refute, but he glanced at his surroundings from the corner of his eye: Wiya, Glover, Rolf, and others were all tied up, embarrassed, and guarded by bad-sighted guards.
  The vigilance of the police officer suddenly became weaker, and he whispered to Doyle impassively:
   "Damn it, D.D, you told me it was just to build up momentum..."
   "No, my original words were'His Royal Highness likes to joke.' For example, he often threatened to send Chief Mallors to the prison of bones, but in the end he still went back to do sword target practice..."
   "Are you kidding this?"
   "Isn't you the one who did the first thing at the gate of the palace? Your hammer..."
  "It’s not me! I just stood in front and pretended to be fierce, but I don’t know who kicked me behind my butt..."
  Marico’s voice suddenly came:
  "Family sword?"
  His footsteps moved from far to near, Cohen and D.D instantly stopped and bowed their heads tacitly.
   "Yes," Cohen whispered:
  "My old man told me a lot..."
  Doyle bumped him again.
  Marico stopped beside them and chuckled slightly.
  "It is said that the ancient sword itself possesses special powers, and has indescribable magic."
  Marico looked at and stroked the "weight bearer" from all angles, slowly becoming obsessed:
   "Of course, all the heroes who opened up the frontiers of the empire and conquered the world are all experts who have experienced many battles. If the emperor wants to reward them, how can he use ordinary soldiers?"
   Cohen and Doyle looked at each other.
  Marico gently stroked the mysterious gem on the hilt:
"The legend says that they can spontaneously draw energy and substances from blood, soil, air, moisture, and even steel that they are fighting with. They sharpen their blades and solidify their swords. Therefore, they can hardly invade dust, water, rust, and blood. Eclipse, the battle is hard to break."
   "The weapon itself is more like life and memory, even if it is slightly bent and deformed, as long as there is plenty of time, it can recover on its own."
  "A hundred years will not damage its front, and a thousand years will not change its shape."
  Cohen was taken aback, he looked at his very familiar saber, and laughed:
  "Thousands of years are not--ha, where is such a god, I have to take it to the forge for maintenance every month, but Master Jedi in the tower said, ‘this sword is very durable’"
  Speaking of this, Cohen's expression changed and he looked at Maric suspiciously:
   "Really, really?"
  Marico's eyes drifted far away:
   "In the eyes of the emperor, only immortal soldiers can match immeasurable achievements and eternal loyalty."
   Cohen frowned.
  The monthly maintenance...
  Oops, am I being pitted by Karachi again? And the profiteers and blacksmiths in the Bladeya camp...
   "Time flies, the years change, they are scattered all over the world in turmoil, but they are still rare and rare soldiers."
  Marico stroked the spine of the bearer, thoughtfully:
  "They have been passed down from generation to generation, never dying. They save people with swords and show loyalty and sincerity."
   "Tell me and other descendants of the empire, telling us about the glory days of the empire."
   Cohen and Doyle exchanged glances again.
  Marico exhaled:
  "A long time ago, my ancestors also owned a sword like this. Until the tyranny of the Red King, our family fell into disrepair and had to sell the ancestral property to revive the family business."
   Cohen said "Oh", but his expression changed a lot when he thought of it:
   "That...that's not this one!"
   "Look at what I said," Doyle was beside him, whispered angrily: "Marico likes collecting weapons the most..."
  Mariko Pioneer snorted coldly, and let the load-bearer pause:
   "It's too heavy to suit me."
  Cohen only then showed a relieved smile.
   "I have heard of you, Cohen Karabyan, the twin towers long sword from Wola collar-wisdom is on the left, long sword to the right?"
  Hearing the family language, Cohen couldn't help frowning.
  Mari subject light flashes:
   "Maybe you don't know, but before five generations, before we changed our surname to Marico to avoid misfortune, there was an intersection between you and me."
  Intersection?
  Cohen was dumbfounded for a while, before he had time to reply, D.D next to him brightened up and came out:
   "Oh? That's great, by the way, in fact, Doyle and Karabyan also have intersections, which means that the three of us are all--"
  However, Marico didn’t even look at him, but held up the heavy sword again:
  "As a nobleman, it is not a big mistake to have no ambitions."
   "But I thought you were only going to have trouble with street thieves," Marico said coldly: "Not so stupid as to go to the palace to rebel, the royal knight, Cohen Karabyan."
   "Insurrection, rebellion?"
  Cohen was surprised, and laughed:
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm here, that's the one...Have you ever fought a group fight? It's just two people talking face to face, two hundred people standing on both sides bravely, screaming but stunned is the kind of non-action... …"
   "Twenty people."
  But Mariko didn't listen to him at all, his tone was cold.
   "When you broke into the palace, there were 20 guards on duty. They were all heroes from the Vanguard Wing and Guard Wing, and promising young men."
   "Faced with the arrogance and arrogance of the powerful, they are neither humble nor arrogant, and they are committed to their duties. Even if they are beaten and injured by you, they are still persevering and defend the court."
  Cohen was taken aback, anxiously said:
   "That was a misunderstanding, it was really not me who did it first..."
  Marico snorted, even more dissatisfied:
   "For you, of course it is a small, innocuous misunderstanding."
   "But to them..."
  Marico's hand holding the hilt of the sword became harder:
   "'The death of the first king, the misfortune comes from this'-this is your majesty's comment."
  As soon as this statement came out, the surrounding royal guard members looked sharper.
  "It will be recorded in the guard resume of the twenty brothers by the flag wing, and will accompany them throughout their lives and pass on in the history of the guard."
  Marico gets more and more angry:
"Not only did they suffer this strange humiliation, but they also have to suffer it for generations afterwards-the royal family can't be wrong, so today's things, it is only them who are wrong, they will be guilty of the crime of overstepping and dereliction of duty. The worries of offending the prince have been in panic all day long, the punishment is yet to be determined, and the prospects are uncertain."
   "It's all because of...you."
  Mariko looked at Cohen with a stiff smile, gritted his teeth:
   "Arrogant, arrogant, bullying, lawless, you have stirred the Fuxing Palace into smoke and humiliation, and humiliated the Royal Guard."
  The voice fell, Marico's arm turned, and the load-bearer turned around in the air, falling back into the sheath neatly.
  But when the sheath head turned back, it struck Cohen's abdomen strangely!
boom!
  Received by this blow, Cohen fell to the ground in pain, slurred: "Cao Lima..."
   "Sorry, the accident when closing the sword."
  Mariko said coldly, and took the load-bearer:
   "Who makes it too heavy."
  There was a commotion among the prisoners.
   "Ah, ah," Doyle said anxiously next to him:
   "Well, the prince breaks the law and the common people are the same---Bah, pah, I mean, the prince breaks the law and the common people have nothing to do with..."
   But these words made Marico grunt.
   "Of course, you are all foxes and pretenders.
  
So you don’t have to pay anything, you can even smile with your face, and there will be a big figure like the Minister of Foreign Affairs to greet you on the back foot, openly and secretly, threatening me not to lynch..."
  Mariko looked at Cohen, who was curled up on the ground, reluctantly, his breathing accelerated:
  "As for the whole kingdom, no one dares to offend your precious master."
   "Because no matter how presumptuous or outrageous he is, no matter how many people he has caused and how many disasters he causes, your majesty will still tolerate him and forgive him."
   "He will still sway, walk out pretentiously, and point to my nose to ask me to let you go, so that you can continue to get away with it, as if nothing happened, and we will have to unify the caliber afterwards to protect his reputation."
  Marico said more and more, getting worse, and finally laughed:
   "And the captain will also say,'It is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family'."
  Pioneer officer looked at Cohen at his feet, his eyes were slightly cold:
   "I know the world is unfair."
   "But it shouldn't be."
  Cohen coughed a few times and finally eased.
   "Then what, I understand you," the guard grinned:
   "But if you me again, just..."
  D.D, who winked frantically to make him shut up, closed his eyes in pain.
  Mariko sneered. This time he made no secret of it, lifting the load-bearer to Cohen.
   Cohen was not afraid, gritted his teeth and looked at him.
   "It sounds good, but what you are best at..."
  A thick voice sounded at the right time:
  "Don’t you just move yourself first and then pull sideways with your own self-righteousness?"
  The voice sneered, deliberately prolonging the pitch:
   "Vicente Marico Big Brother?"
  As soon as this statement came out, everyone was taken aback and then looked strange.
  Big...what?
  Mariko's expression changed, he turned to leave Cohen and looked at the other prisoner.
"Even if you haven't heard it in person, you should know how much," said Glover, who was covered in wounds and described the embarrassment, raised his head on the other side, and sneered: "The other wings don't know, but the people on the vanguard wing, privately. Call you that."
"Because no matter what contradictions are in the vanguard wing, you always like to be the first to stand up, act as your eldest brother, be fair, make sense, and put on airs-why, as long as you hang big enough, everyone will puck up your Poke, and feel like it comes back and forth, is it comfortable for everyone?"
  As soon as this statement came out, the entire Elanting became quiet.
  Many royal guards couldn't help but glance at Mariko.
  But Marico didn't speak, he just stared at Glover, his nose flared.
  Among the captives, Wiya sighed and hit D.D with his butt:
   "I thought you were the one who could talk the most--sorry, forgot that you hurt your butt."
  Doyle looked at the zombie equally surprised, as if he had met him for the first time.
   "But you don't understand the fart."
  Glover arched his tied arm with difficulty, and said to Mariko:
  "Every time I force myself to lie to myself, it’s worse than the that comes out when your mother’s little love head is kicked by your father’s legs."
  The zombie took a bite:
   "Brother Hanging."
  There is another silence around.
   "The setting sun is above," Doyle whispered in disbelief:
   "Where did he learn so much rubbish?"
  After a long time, Marico took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and moved forward.
   "Karen Glover, it's you again."
  Marico looked at the big man who was kneeling on the ground with a contemptuous expression, and narrowed his eyes:
   "Why am I not surprised?"
   Brother Luofo snorted coldly.
  Marico looked at him with complicated eyes: "You are a leader in the vanguard wing, with a noble family, excellent ability, and a boundless future-I once thought you were different from those gilded guards with mixed resumes."
  Doyle who was in the audience was taken aback: When Marico said this, why did he give me a look?
  Marico came to Glover with a cold look:
   "Until you can't control your lower body and you fall down on the prostitute."
   Whoring?
  As soon as this statement came out, the eyes of the prisoners, including many royal guards, all shot towards Glover. Cohen nodded subconsciously, and then hurriedly joined the others after realizing something, squeezing out a look of surprise.
  Only Doyle was surprised:
   "You, are you really gay?"
  There was a trace of anger on Glover’s face.
   "I didn't want to say more, after all, things have been suppressed," Marico raised his eyebrows:
   "But, yes, I know, the reason why you were expelled and kicked out of Vanguard Wing was because you were prostitutes on Red Square Street..."
  Cohen nodded with lingering fear.
   Brother Luofo couldn't help but angrily said:
   "It's your thing!"
  Many people in Elanting knew it for the first time, and they frowned.
  Marico chuckled, his expression getting colder.
"how many times?"
  The second pioneer officer asked:
  "First-class pioneer Karen Glover, how many times have you slipped to the Red Square Street after receiving the money on the day of the salary payment, and did not come back exhausted with your money bag until dawn?"
  "How many times have you lied in front of me when the Vanguard Wing called the team, saying that your bad spirits were due to poor sleep?"
   "And what's the name of the brothel you often go to? What club?"
  Every time Marico said a word, Glover’s expression got worse, until the latter couldn’t help it:
   "I like prostitution! What's wrong!"
   "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Marico said coldly:
   "Just because a colleague ordered a prostitute you like, you are holding a grudge and plotting revenge, and eventually you will make a big mistake and ruin your future."
  Cohen turned his mind, and he felt a bit familiar.
  What did Brother Luofo think of, his face is hideous:
   "They deserve it."
   "I know that Menedez is a scumbag," Marico said coldly: "I also know that you have old grudges with him, and even guessed that he set up a set to provoke you."
   "But so what? You are so stupid that you are so stupid? There are so many heroic spirits that you can't put it away. When you are stimulated by a few women, Yingyingyanyan, you lose your mind?"
   Brother Luofo's eyes trembled and he squeezed his fists.
   "Glover Pioneer, you are willing to fall, murder your colleagues, mutilate your hands and feet, all of this, because of the damn-the pillow of a few prostitutes?"
  Everyone, including the captives and guards, was surprised and looked at Glover.
  In the face of countless lights, the zombies trembled.
  But he finally suppressed his emotions and sneered.
  "Have you tasted the taste of a woman? Of course not-Brother Da Diao is too big, no one can fit it, so pitiful."
  Marico was startled.
  Glover raised his head, smiling provocatively:
   "Tell you, I can kill ten more Menedes for that taste."
  Marico looked angry:
   "He has been punished-thanks to you, Menedez will have to spend the rest of his life in bed."
  Golofo turned his head and choked:
   "Fortunately for him. In the original plan, he had to live in the dirt."
   His indifferent attitude stimulated Marico, who looked at him for a long, long time, and finally sighed and shook his head.
   "I tried to help you."
  Marico was disappointed:
   "Beforehand, I was in the vanguard wing to help you cover the round field. I only hope that Chief Stellie will not find that you are hooked on prostitution so quickly."
   "I have visited your brother many times, hoping that he can persuade you with brotherhood, let you know when you are lost, and the prodigal son will turn back."
  The two faced each other, and Glover frowned:
   "I didn't ask you to do that."
  Marico shook his head and said:
   "Now it seems that you are addicted and have no regrets."
"After the accident, I shouldn't have to go to Chief Adrian and Chief Starley at all, and shouldn't visit the victims and ask them to save your life and commit crimes." The vanguard shook his head disappointedly: "It's better to follow the guard routine. When the well is confined, you will be dealt with."
  Glover's eyes narrowed.
  He became more and more angry, and said every word:
   "I, no, please, do this!"
  Mariko's face remained unchanged, and the weight-bearer in his hand turned, and the scabbard was centered on Glover's abdomen!
  In the exclamation of everyone, Glover fell to the ground in pain.
   "You, you have made Vanguard Wing the biggest joke in the Fuxing Palace. The Flag Wing is still staring at us because of your rare vicious infighting in the Guard."
  Marico paced around him:
   "And not only did you have no regrets, but you also gained power, escaped guilt, and even had the face to return to ruin the court."
   "Let the entire guard of the emperor be ashamed of you."
   Brother Luofo endured the pain and raised his head.
   "Oh, Brother Hanging?" The embarrassed zombie still forced a smile, taunting:
   "You poke this sluggish body, did you forget to take the aphrodisiac?"
  Mari subject Koichihan.
   "Although the ancient empire sword is good for maintenance, it is durable."
  The second-place pioneer officer said coldly:
   "But if the body of the sword is irreversibly wounded, broken and broken, and has to be recast, the power contained in it will be changed..."
   "The new sword that is recast, even if it is as sharp as before, is no longer pure and has no renewed view."
  Glover stared at him fiercely, showing no weakness.
  Marico’s eyes swept towards the prisoners in front of them:
   "Like the nobles of the stars,"
   "Although it has been handed down since ancient times, it has been passed on from generation to generation, and it can be passed on for thousands of years..."
  Mariko raises the weight bearing in his hand:
   "It's not like an empire after all."
   "Yes," Glover grunted:
  "Who knows which generation of your ancestors was born of a woman who went out to steal her life?"
boom!
  Glover was knocked to the ground for the third time, and Doyle turned his head in pain and exhaled.
   "I don't know which string Marico hit on the zombie to make him blow up so much, but he will kill himself if he continues," D.D whispered to the prisoners:
   "Think of a solution!"
   just now.
   "But I heard someone say it!"
  Huaiya’s voice came from behind, making Marico take action:
   "Those who only have empire in their minds..."
  Huiya raised her head and chuckled lightly:
   "Often I have never seen an empire."
  Mariko put down the scabbard when he heard the words, and turned to Huaiya.
  D.D quietly gave the latter a thumbs up, squirmingly moved to the dying Glover, and arched him up.
   deserves to be the real Huaia!
   "Prince attendant, Wya Casso," Marico said coldly.
  Huiya nodded, calmly said:
   "According to what you said, this person is no longer under your ministry."
   "If you want to fight or kill, his life belongs to Prince Thales."
  Marico stopped in front of him.
  "Your servant, I respect my father: Count Caso has a noble character and outstanding talents, and he has an immortal contribution to the kingdom."
  Marico has no expression on his face:
   "You should follow his footsteps and dutifully assist and persuade His Royal Highness."
   "Instead of collaborating with these sinners."
   Glover, who was relieved of his breath, couldn't help but want to speak again, and Doyle pressed his mouth firmly.
  Huaiya frowned first, then smiled.
   "It's not necessary."
  The attendant's eyes are sharp:
  "Not every son is worthy of the glory of the father."
  Huaiyanunou mouth:
   "Like this sword, no matter how sharp, legendary, or...pure."
   "The empire is still dead."
  Marico frowned.
   "It's like your house, but in the end I sold the sword of our ancestors."
  Huiya shook his head:
   "Just in exchange for your today."
"Is not it?"
   "Brother Hanging?"
  Marico's eyes are getting worse and worse.
  Brother Lover was inexplicably angry, but Doyle gave Huaiya a thumbs up again secretly:
  The real Huaiya...
  Enough loyalty!
   just now.
   "Did I miss something?"
  The familiar voice of the young man came, and it was an understatement, but the royal guards in the atrium were in a commotion, and they stepped back:
   "I mean, except for'Big Hanging Brother'?"
  Hearing this voice, Marico sighed heavily.
  Amidst the excitement, Thales appeared under the light with a tired face.
  The captives were suddenly refreshed, like seeing the savior:
   "Your Highness!"
   "Little fart—Your Highness!"
   "I thought I would never see you again -"
   "It's saved!"
"I knew it!"
  Tyles squeezed out a smile, waved here, nodded there, responding to the excited shouts of his subordinates.
  In the hustle and bustle, Marico turned around and shouted:
"To shut up!"
  The guards in Elanting scolded one after another, suppressing the enthusiasm of the captives.
   "Okay, the play is over, Marico Pioneer Officer," Thales waved to Marico, drowsy and said:
   "Untie them."
  "The road at night is too dark, I need someone to accompany me."
  The Xianfeng official stared at him with complex expressions and bowed first.
   "Forgive me, Your Highness Thales," Marico insisted:
  "They are all suspects who violated the imperial ban, or instigated the nobles to trespass, and must be interrogated strictly."
   Thales yawned, not paying attention.
   "Listen, I just finished 300 rounds of war with His Majesty the King. I'm tired and don't want to talk to you about this matter."
  "Go ask Adrian," the prince pointed to the way he came:
   "He will give you the same answer."
   "Then I'll be here waiting for the captain's order." Marico refused to show weakness:
   "You please, but they can't leave."
  Tyles looked around, and brought a group of indignant and awe-inspiring royal guards into his eyes.
   "Let's make a deal, Mariko Vanguard," the boy sighed, "If you let me go."
   "I will give you some benefits?"
  Mariko hummed and refused:
   "Bribery palace prohibition is a royal taboo, Your Highness."
  But Thales shook his finger and approached him.
   "You know, when we came in, those royal guards guarding the palace gate," the prince smiled and lowered his voice:
   "I suspect that they are ambitious and intend to harm the heirs of the kingdom."
  Mari subjects have changed:
"what?"
  Thyls craned his neck to reveal the bandage:
"Look, in that conflict, my neck was cut, wow, and so much blood was shed, you said, is this not murdering the prince? For the safety of the future king, do you want to take him out to someone? Explain? Get him, or them, out of the guard?"
   "That's not the truth, you are framing! This is obviously your own sword..." Marico's expression became very bad.
   "Oh! Pay attention to the words!" Thales was shocked: "You are telling the public that the Star Prince intends to commit suicide in the Fuxing Palace, right? Is this the truth or a falsehood?"
  Mariko went stiff: "No—"
   "If not!" Thales pressed harder and narrowed his eyes and said: "Then you say, where did the wound on my neck come from? Someone must do it? Is it you? Or is it yours?"
  Marico was startled and angry, but speechless.
   Thales smiled:
   "After all, my father also said that the death of the first king was all your negligence."
"Is not it?"
  The captives stared blankly.
  Marico took a deep breath:
"you--"
   "So, let me go," Thales didn't wait for him to speak, and slapped Marico on the shoulder:
  "I’ll take care of the flag wing and make sure that those lads will not be blamed for ‘harming the prince’, and there will be no record of ‘dereliction of duty’ in the resume, and I will not retaliate against them, how about?"
  Marico's complexion changed.
  Tels tweeted:
   "So, Brother Diao, you are going to follow me to the end..."
  He rolled his eyes at the prisoners waiting to be fed:
"still is……?"
  One minute later.
  Thyls walked in the corridors of the Fuxing Palace surrounded by many people (happy).
  Their team was stumbling, embarrassed, and it was quite dynamic and noisy (plus a big dark horse who was upset because of missing dinner), and the guards and servants along the way were all unheard of.
   "Sorry Cohen, I didn't expect it to be such a big mess at the time," Thales said tiredly:
   "I just wanted to borrow your family name, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to do it."
"Forget it, anyway, the director will definitely suspend my job after knowing it. I just hope that he won't deduct my salary." Cohen with a swollen nose and a swollen face held his family sword tragically, with a snot and tears: "No, I Come to think of it, I was in the midst of suspension and reflection..."
   "And the first person to do it was not me, it was kicked in the back..."
  Doyle "cough" twice behind his back, and said in a low voice:
   "Does the director know your Highness?"
  Cohen was taken aback, and then reacted with unprecedented response, awe-inspiring:
   "Ah, Your Highness! It is my honor to lead you!"
  "With our friendship, I would like to go through fire and water for you!"
  Cohen was not the first to do it, so...
   Thales glanced behind him:
  Rolf looked away and snorted coldly.
   "Tsk tusk, little Jialun, I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it!"
  Doyle patted Glover on the shoulder with satisfaction, ignoring the latter’s discomfort:
   "You are also a fellow man!"
  "When shall we exchange our experience of going to Hongfang Street..."
  Glover grunted, and left him to move forward:
   "Go!"
  D.D, who was rejected, was a little embarrassed. He smiled at Gernard and Willow behind him:
   "We...that have a good relationship, we speak more casually, casually."
  Huiya kept up with Thales, worrying:
   "Your Highness, are you... have you got what you wanted?"
  Thyls, who was contemplative, came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly:
   "I'm still alive, right?"
  Huaia looked at his expression, and stopped talking:
   "But..."
   "By the way, the Marico Pioneer officer just now," Thales interrupted him by raising an eyebrow, breaking the topic:
   "Is the others not bad?"
   Glover behind him disdainfully snorted.
   "Although he has more or less thoughts of being well-known and loyal, in the end, he compromised," Thales scratched his chin:
  "He did not push the situation to the end in order to fulfill his reputation of facing the prince and not fearing the power and authority, and let his men ruin the future."
   "There is no difference," Glover was glum:
   "He is still a self-righteous bastard."
   "And the dozen or so idiots who were beaten up by us will probably still be grateful to Brother Dahang, thinking that he saved himself."
  Thyls shook his head:
   "You have to give him a step down."
   "And we have to tolerate: people are imperfect, fat."
  Hearing this name, Glover showed embarrassment and couldn't help slowing down.
   "Huh, Fat Dun'er?" Doyle caught up from behind, his gaze turned, interested:
   "Why does Your Highness call you that? You are not fat, at least you are not fat in clothes. Could it be that you are...chubby?"
   Brother Luofu had a meal, and became fierce again:
   "Call me that again—"
   "You are very dangerous." Cohen passed by the two of them, and finished the second half sentence for the zombies listlessly.
  The ferocious Glover gave a choked expression.
   "He--" Glover was half fierce and unsustainable. He sighed and said reluctantly:
   "You are right."
  Golofo gave D.D a glance, gave a cold snort, and left angrily.
  Just leave Doyle standing still in ignorance.
  When did their relationship feel so good?
  Obviously I am the partner of the zombies, and I am the grandson of that stupid uncle’s brother-in-law, okay?
  He had to turn to the last Rolf, and helplessly explained:
   "I know, they're hard to do, right? I don't care about the feelings of others—"
  But Rolf walked past him blankly, without even looking at Doyle.
   "Accepted"
  Only D.D rubbed his nose awkwardly, and ridiculed himself in the air:
   "It's okay, I'm fine, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Rolf, and, happy cooperation."
  The answer to him was the snarl of the dark horse Jenny's disdain.
  Forefront of the team, Huaiya took a deep breath.
   "But I know, Your Highness, even if Marico doesn't agree to your terms," ​​the attendant smiled:
   "You won't let those guards get wronged for nothing, right?"
  Talston took a moment.
  He was a little surprised, not knowing what he thought.
  The next second, the prince sneered noncommittal:
   "Who knows?"
  Huaiya was startled.
   Thales didn't speak much, he took a big step and went forward.
  Huaia looked at the prince’s back and couldn’t help but speak:
   "Strange."
   "What's the matter?" Glover asked casually, worried.
  Huiya shook his head.
   "I don't know," he looked at Thales from behind:
   "I just think something is wrong with your Highness."
  Rolf dismissed the hum and made a rude gesture.
  Glover said: "Why?"
  Huiya hesitated for a second and said:
   "That question, he put it in the past, he will smile easily and definitely say ‘of course’."
   "And never hesitate."
  Rolf was slightly startled.
  Glover thoughtfully.
  
  Fuxing Palace, royal guard duty room.
   "The alarm in the palace has been on for an hour, and it has been a long time since no one came to you for a small report."
  The watchman of the Royal Guard, Tormund Mallos gently put down his yerba mate and said calmly:
   "At least tell me, what happened outside?"
   "For example, did the Fuxing Palace catch fire?"
   Opposite him, the deputy guard and chief flag officer, Vogel Tallen opened the next document.
  "Daily guard exercises, you don’t need to worry about it," the deputy guard captain did not look up:
  "Our work here is not finished yet-answer me, the defense and duty work of Mindis Hall, do you arrange the arrangement according to the rules of the Royal Guard?"
  Malles raised his head, the polyphonic array on the wall continued to run, shining brightly.
   Record everything faithfully.
   "Daily exercises, 30 people will need to be fully armed to block the door of the guard room and surround the two of us. Are you allowed to enter and not to leave?" Mallos whispered.
  The room was silent for a while.
   Vogel laughed, and understatement:
   "We must exercise to deal with all situations-answer questions."
  Everything.
   Mallos squinted his eyes: "Even me?"
   Vogel raised his eyes and shot the opponent directly:
"especially you."
especially you.
  Malios closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
   "Tell me," the watchman said helplessly:
   "He wasn't stupid enough to assassinate Your Majesty, right?"
   Vogel had a feast as he flipped through the file.
  "It’s actually not that hard to guess." Mallos reached out and closed the cover of the document while answering the other’s surprise:
  "Except for the prince to force the palace to rebel, I can't think of anything else. He wants to keep his guard captain here like a thief, and you are dragging me for a reason."
   Vogel was expressionless.
  Malios sighed:
   "Well, that kid shouldn't be that stupid, but who knows, after all, he was taught by a native of the North."
  Malos looked at Vogel seriously: "Listen, if the situation is out of control, you will need me."
  The two men in the guard room were silent for a while.
   "Okay, I can let you go."
   Mallos' eyes lit up.
   "As long as you answer me truthfully one thing."
   Vogel looked at the polyphonic circle on the wall and made up his mind.
   "That kid..."
  "Your Majesty..."
  "Born blood?"
  Malles raised his eyes suddenly!
  Born blood.
   "What happened to Your Highness?"
  Malios speeded up his speech and asked:
   "Is he still alive?"
  The reaction and attitude of the watchman made Vogel frowned.
  "If he is not his own person, then he is..."
  Vogleton took a moment, stared at his opponent, and tentatively said:
   "The blood of His Royal Highness Prince Midil?"
   Crown Prince Midiel.
  Malles was taken aback when he heard the words, then he exhaled and laughed.
  He leaned back in his chair.
   "So, is he safe?"
   "He is not safe, it has a lot to do with this," Vogel persisted:
"answer me."
   Mallos chuckled, looking back at him, jokingly.
   "His Royal Highness Midil died eighteen years ago, which is 660 years in the end calendar," the watchman looked at Vogel directly:
  "As for that child, he is fourteen years old this year."
  Eighteen years ago.
Fourteen.
   Vogel reacted with some inexplicable embarrassment.
   "Well, then we--"
boom!
  The gate of the guard room was knocked open.
  Malles and Vogel turned their heads together, one was relieved, the other was unhappy.
  Wea, the officer in charge of the banner, walked in with a mournful look: "Sir--"
   "I said don't disturb." Vogel said unhappily.
  Wea Banner Officer's expression was even more ugly, he nodded mechanically, letting out the figure behind.
   "Is it here?"
  Prince Thales stepped into the room, surprised the two sitting opposite, and stood up at the same time.
   "It's such a broken ground," Thales frowned:
   "You guys can talk too much, right?"
  Behind him, the heads of Doyle, Cohen, Wya and others grew out of the door frame, and looked curiously at the guard room where only the long-term staff came to rest.
   "Your Highness."
  Vogel is a little unbelievable:
   "You... everything is fine."
   Thales waved his hand to indicate that he knew.
   "Your Highness."
  Malios looked calmly:
   "Have fun?"
  Tels snorted coldly and gave him a roll of eyes.
  "What are you surprised?" The prince waved his hand and turned to leave:
"Come back home!"
  Malios raised his eyebrows at Vogel, indicating that he had no choice.
   Vogel reacted and spoke hard:
   "Your Highness."
  "The paperwork for the flag wing has not been completed yet."
  Vogel came to Thales and blocked his way in a dark manner:
  "And this is an important tradition of the Royal Guard. It is related to the safety of the royal family. Please understand."
  Thyls cocked his mouth.
"Who is that?"
   "The villain of the guard, you see that Mallos can't help him..."
   "What will your Highness do?"
   "A silver coin, I bet he will come hard, such as threatening his home..."
   "Then I bet soft..."
  The chirping voice came from behind.
  Tyles' face stiffened, and he looked back suddenly!
  Several heads on the door frame disappeared.
  The surrounding area is quiet.
  The prince looked back at the banner officer:
   "What if I don't understand?"
   Vogel suppressed his anger, bowed, and smiled:
   "His Royal Highness, allow me to introduce it. This is a polyphonic circle."
  Tyles followed his gaze and turned to the wall, and found the strange circle that was shimmering.
  Magic.
  Is magic again.
  Inexplicable irritability hits my heart.
   "It is recording everything we say at this moment, without leaving a word," Vogel is neither humble nor overbearing, and uses decent terms:
  "Passed on to future generations, for comment."
   Thales frowned.
   "Later life?"
   Vogel nodded:
   "Although the polyphonic stone used for recording is an extremely rare consumable, but the stars have been in the history for hundreds of years, and many wills and wills of the princes have been left in this way."
  He squinted his eyes:
   "Many historians wrote books and biography for the princes of the stars, spreading them to all generations, and this is the source."
   Write a book and spread it to all generations...
  Thyls stopped when he heard the words, and subconsciously adjusted his collar.
   "Glover, Doyle, you accompany your majesty back first," Mallos said out, and he calmly said:
   "I'll be there soon."
   "It won't be too long."
  Zombie and D.D were about to enter the room, but Vogel turned his head and stared back.
  The eyes of Mallos and Vogel met in the air.
  If there is electric light.
  Tyles tidied his collar fingers and paused.
  "Polyphonic circle? So, no matter what I say now," the boy slowly turned around:
  "Behind me, the kings and queens for hundreds of thousands of years, can they hear it?"
   Vogel nodded cheerfully:
   "Yes, so in order to be thorough, you might as well go first..."
   "Okay." Thales sighed and walked to the wall.
   Vogel couldn't help but laugh at this:
  "There is no reasonable method, you cannot disassemble..."
  But Thales just put his palms in front of his mouth, aimed at the magic circle, and took a deep breath.
  "My descendants, listen carefully, listen, listen..."
  Vogel was puzzled.
  Malios's expression changed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
  Tyles called for the crime of the prison river, focusing on the vocal cords and throat, the voice became louder and louder.
  "Listen...Listen...Listen..."
  The next second, he looked terrifying and roared:
   "Listen to Nima's ah ah ah ah ah ah stupid stuff"
  The guard room was not big, and the sound of Hong Lei was deafening. The lights in the room trembled and even the yerba mate in the cup was spilled.
  The roar fell, and the room fell silent, except for the lingering sound outside the corridor, shocking the palace.
The light of the    magic circle flashed a few times, became a lot dim, and was dying.
   Thales exhaled.
  After roaring this voice that has spread to the world, he only feels refreshed and refreshed.
  The prince tidyed up his appearance, turned his head contentedly, and faced the two men who had been petrified and the stone heads on the door frames. He was gentle and personable:
  "Excuse me, is the paperwork finished yet?"
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  (End of this chapter)