Vol 2 Chapter 568: Defective products

Chapter 568
In the Fuxing Palace, the Royal Guard is on board.
"Lord Mallos, did you mention Prince Teres's power of termination?
As the chief flag officer and deputy captain, Vogel no longer entangled the prince's sexuality issues. He replaced the next report and used Yu Guang to deter the Weiah palm flag officer who was scrubbing the stains.
But as the target of the interrogation, Mallos felt that the depression in the room was even worse.
"Yes."
The watchman stood in his dead and barren world, feeling the emotion from Vogel expressionlessly-extremely angry, but attributed to the plain, only the dark current.
"When did you wake up?"
"In view of His Royal Highness Fang Xian, it should be not long ago."
Vogel opened the report and looked away from Mallos:
"Awakening at the age of fourteen is almost the earliest record ... no exact time?"
"Lord Tarren," Mallos seemed helpless. "I have only known him for a few months."
Vogel stared at him for a long time, but the watchman's face was calm and unblemished.
"What do you mean in the report that it is a" variant "of the angry sea?"
Mallorius deliberately thought seriously:
"Literally. That means that at some point, it will show different characteristics than the raging sea we know. After all, the power of termination varies from person to person."
Vogel snorted:
"If it varies from person to person, how can you be sure it is it?"
Mallos smiled and was polite.
"Maybe you forgot, but I am the guard of the guard, inherit the guard."
Sure enough, the moment he spoke, he saw Vogel's expression stiffen.
"I contacted the eternal file that the Guard inherited-there are many records about the" wolf enemy ", including his incredible power of termination."
"If in doubt, Lord Tarren, you are always welcome to apply to His Majesty to enter the Overwatch Chamber and access the top secret files."
Vogel was silent.
But at that moment, Mallos felt that the flame in Vogel's chest jumped.
Manic, restless, bored.
He cares.
Mallos told himself.
It has been more than a year since the watchman finished the selection, but this guy still cares.

Why is everyone worried, persistent, and crazy about what they haven't got?
The atmosphere was a bit strange, and Via on the side couldn't help swallowing her throat.
After a few seconds, Vogel moved his blade-like lips:
"No need."
Mallos smiled in response.
"The prince has a good physique and recovers twice as fast as ordinary people," Vogel quickly returned to normal, showing good qualities as a flag officer: "Is that true?"
"I don't know this, but I heard that His Royal Highness's life six years ago was taken care of by Ms. Ji Ni ..."
But Vogel would not let him easily:
"I'm asking you."
Mallos was silent for a few seconds, nodding naturally.
"should be."
The watchman spoke again, but his voice became more serious:
"At least in martial arts training, no matter how much he beats, he can jump around alive quickly."
"Although he likes to sleep on the floor and wash his hair every three to five, he has never had a severe cold."
Vogel's eyes turned back and forth between the other party and the report in his own hands.
"Have you ever doubted?"
"It's a good thing that His Royal Highness is outstanding, even the Secretory Department hasn't asked, why should I doubt it?"
"What about your own guess?"
Mallos's eyes flicked.
"The royal family paid me my salary and granted me responsibilities, not for me to guess."
"But I am," Vogel looked sharply:
"And I'm not asking you, Lord Mallos."
The two eyes in the room were facing each other, and there was a silent confrontation.
Weiah on the side only felt the pressure, so he scrupulously added tea and water to the two officers.
Looking at Vogel's cold eyes, Mallos remembered the countless top-secret eternal stalls displayed in the Overwatch Chamber.
Although in those eras, the Six Wings of the Guards were far from loving and intimate as they seemed.
But for the flag wing, when did they start to be unique, from flag guards and heraldsmen to monitors and investigators ...
Becoming so dazzling, suspicious, chasing after, being aggressive?
Is it the age of monarchs?
Was it after the kingdom's secret department faded its gray coat and became a stately state institution?
After a few seconds, Mallus finally gave in one step:
"If I want to guess, that physique may be the special effect of the angry sea, like the record in the watch watch:" Wolf enemies "can predict changes and tend to live and avoid death as miracles ..."
But he turned around, as if he was suddenly awake:
"Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have told you."
Vogel's breath froze for a second, and his eyes were surging undercurrent.
In a barren world, Mallos felt: The flame in the chest of the Deputy Guardian was raised an inch.
Anger, shame, patience.
Vogel doesn't just care.
Mallos told himself sadly.
He cares too much, too deep, too much.
So he didn't notice it.
Deeply locked, it is difficult to extricate themselves.
"But you just said," Vogel breathed blankly: "Prince Thales only recently awakened the power of the end."
"But his physique has lasted at least six years."
Mallos took a sip of tea:
"You look much clearer than me."
"Answer question."
The watchman stared at each other for a while:
"I don't know, but I think maybe someone knows."
"Who?"
"The Exter people, especially the meteorite who is said to be his outdoor training under the supervision of His Royal Highness in Longxiao City."
Vogel stunned slightly.
"Yes, the murderer who killed Prince Horace."
Mallos smiled faintly:
"Are you going to call him for interrogation? Like this?"
There was silence for a while in the room.
Until Vogel leaned forward slowly, it seemed as if he wanted to see Mallos from the inside out:
"Have you never thought about another possibility?"
Mallos didn't answer immediately.
He sensed in the barren world: Vogel in front of him was transforming into a huge black shadow, igniting everything around him with the cold flame in his chest.
strange.
Besides this, what else does Vogel want?
The watchman put his gaze on top of each other.
"I do not understand what you were saying."
Vogel's expression was even colder.
"Your Majesty and Captain Adrian, do they‘ do not understand ’like you? Watchman?

Mallorus' pupil slowly narrowed.
"Then why don't you ask them?"
It was at this time.
despair.
The two confrontation turned their heads together.
I saw Weiah next to him embarrassed. He stiffly pointed at the nib where his hand was broken, and his smile was bad.
Realizing the existence of the third party, Mallos and Vogel exchanged glances and both retreated.
Via was relieved.
"It's okay," Vogel's tone softened a lot, but his gaze was like a viper's letter, licking Mallos's calm face from time to time:
"Let's talk about others."
Mallos picked up his mate tea and let the bitter taste hit his taste buds.
When Vogel waved, Weiah put a new file of information on the table.
"Twenty-four imperial knights, transferred from the royal guard to your stand-by, to greet the return of Prince Tells."
"However, it is always in the Mindis Hall, with the Duke Huxing Lake around."
Vogel sneered:
"So, how does Lord Mallorse leave the Renaissance Palace and feel like setting up a hill?"
Another hilltop.
Weiah, who had just relaxed, had to hold his breath again, turned his head, and concentrated on monitoring the polyphonic circle.
"In the first few months, the guard's work was still a bit rusty," Mallos thought for a moment, as if he didn't understand what the other person meant:
"But thank you for your concern, we are on track."
Vogel lowered his head and grunted, the meaning was unknown.
"As you know, the accident at the banquet last night had a profound impact."
The deputy guard captain picked up one of the reports, and the sharp-eyed Mallos recognized that it was the Star Lake Guard personnel file.
The number of pages in each file on the table and the miscellaneous entries are probably not exaggerated.
The old trick with flag wings.
Damn, who made the sketch like that, can't he make his hairstyle look good? Anyway, he is also a watchman.
"It made me realize that there are many deficiencies in your daily work in Mindisi Hall."
The captain of the deputy guard did not panic:
"In the team of twenty-four, you have selected three from the command wing, eight from the vanguard wing, six from the guard wing, three from the penalty wing, three from the logistics wing, and three from the flag wing ..."
"Only one person."
Vogel paused, with a deep meaning in his eyes:
"One person ... you don't like our wings much, right?"
Not like?
Old friend, your words are so elegant.
"I chose Hugo Fuby, the flag officer, because he has more experience and ability," Mallos looked at Vogel and then at Weiah:
"I think he is in the Mindis Hall, one is enough."
Vogel snorted, ignoring each other's dark thorns:
"Not just him."
He picked up a file:
"And Danny Doyle, who almost gave away his life last night and even hurt others."
Weiah on one side felt that the situation was not good: he seemed to be involved in the political struggle between the watchman and the captain of the defensive guard-around the people of the future king.
Mallos smiled and decided to take the defensive position:
"I thought we had just discussed D.D., His Royal Highness Taylors had already punished ..."
But Vogel's voice overshadowed him:
"You think you are protecting them."
Vogel pushed the file in front of Mallos: on the file, Doyle's handsome sketch head smiled at him.
"But as you can see, Danny Doyle's reputation in the capital is very poor, he is beautiful, indulges in fat, and there are even rumors accusing him of spending his time in chaos and giving up."
Mallos looked as usual: in the barren world, the flames belonging to Vogel are more and more prosperous.
Radical, sharp, and bound to win.
The watchman shook his head lightly:
"D.D was noble and handsome, and it was not his fault to be welcomed by the opposite sex."
Vogel sneered:
"So last night's gaffe was not accidental, but the inevitable consequence of his unchecked life, not to mention the mess his father made."
"Do you expect such a person to protect the kingdom blood?"
Mallos stared at the other person, without refuting.
The matter involved in the guard was right and wrong, and the seven stars of Canxing were affected.
There was silence in the room for a while.
Vogel pulled out another file, and his voice was colder:
"Gallen Glover."
"To be honest, when I saw this name, I was really surprised."
Mallos didn't speak.
"Listen to what Stiley's report says first," Vogel read lightly.
"Governor's pioneer officer is not so social, lonely and extreme, and has a hidden tendency to violence. They call him zombie."
Vogel put down the report and looked at the other party.
Mallos did not dispute, but just raised his teacup and calmly stated:
"The strong always have a personality ..."
Vogel interrupted him, like an unselfish iron-faced flag officer:
"Governor's Pioneer Officer has worked on his own people more than once in the mission!"
"The worst one, this bitch-fucked bastard, he started six pioneer vanguard wing peers in Blade City, retiring three people and leaving one permanently disabled."
"This is what you call a personality?"
Mallos frowned.
Hearing these secrets, Weiah's countenance changed, and she couldn't help recalling whether she had offended the zombie.
"Although the news was suppressed, it was a noble and indelible stain. No matter whether the power of the Glover family or Yu Yin of his grandfather could not keep him."
Vogel sneered:
"Until you take the warrant, take him away from the confinement well, and take him directly to Xihuang."
"Then a few months later, he transformed into a guard of the Duke of Xinghu?"
Mallorus remained indifferent.
In his barren world, Vogel in front of him showed a dark shadow, ignited flames and filled the whole room.
Vogel, he really wanted something.
From just now to now, everything is just a means.
"Logistic wing, Leo Pilga."
Vogel turned over another person's file, and his voice became calm: "In the early years in the Pioneer Wing, he was quite famous, and it was said to be comparable to Stelli."
The chief flag officer's words turned round with contempt:
"But since he was wounded in the desert war, his body is not as good as before, and he has lost his sharpness, leaving only a nod to his waist-I heard that he lost to Prince Tells in training?"
Mallos took a sip of mate tea, and the bitterness made him feel alive:
"I prefer him to be" smooth "."
Vogel disdainfully sneered:
"The blade is blunt, especially bright."
"If you lose your will, there is no cure."
Mallos watched Vogel toss Piloga's file aside and picked up the next file.
"Guardian Wing, Gianluca Commuto."
"This is a speculator. I heard that he didn't even complete the knight training. It took a lot of means to climb from the police officer to the present position."
Vogel snorted and looked at Mallos:
"Climb to Prince Tells."
Mallos raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand the other's irony.
Weiah on the other side quickly turned to look after the polyphonic circle to avoid the increasingly bad topic.
At the same time, he cursed himself regretfully, why should he betray the soul for two gold coins, and change the old oil stick from Gaitan.
"Why don't you speak?" Vogel said coldly: "Aren't you quite rebuttable?"
"Listen to your suggestion, Lord Tarren," Mallos looked up. "Self-reflection."
Vogel snorted.
"Mike Zonavid, the original penalty wing, was transferred to the vanguard wing by you in the Star Lake Guard," the deputy guard captain showed the next file. "What is received is the knight education in the north, no wonder it is a left-handed sword The Northlanders did not correct him when he was young ... "
"But how did I hear that he had an affair with his young stepmother?"
Mallos sighed silently.
He really didn't know it.
Indeed underestimate the flag wings.
Vogel turned to the next page, speaking faster:
"And Nate Nech."
"The high apprentices who ended the tower, the students with a flash of pulse, the geniuses who were out of place, the extremes sooner or later."
The chief flag officer raised his head in bad faith:
"It's just that he has a nickname, or two are connected together."
"Heads-up king ..."
Vogel paused for a second and spit out Nechy's second nickname:
"Team battle tiankeng?"
Mallos frowned:
"About that ..."
But Vogel seemed to find the rhythm of the attack, and showed no mercy:
"Nesh is arrogant and selfish, without the consciousness of teamwork, even walking in the queue will step on the heel of the person in front."
"This is the original saying that Maricco wrote in the training report: 'This child has a high talent, but he is naturally not suitable for cover cooperation and cannot work with his comrades. Whether it is an imperial-era battle array or a contemporary astral array, if Even if there is a companion within two meters, his proud swordsmanship will be greatly discounted, and even blindly attacking without distinction between enemies and friends, dragging down the battle to help. "
Mallos sighed in his heart.
"I didn't expect that there are really people in this world who are" one plus one is less than two "."
Vogel put down the file and sneered.
"But it reminds me of your predecessor, Lord Mallos."
The watchman's eyes narrowed.
The other side glanced at Mallos, meaning:
"One is when the enemy is against him, the fewer people the better. The other is when the enemy is against the enemy, the fewer people the better."
Vogel shook his head ironically:
"Sure enough, geniuses have something in common."
Yes.
And you, Vogel Talent, Tarren, you have something in common with your predecessor.
Mallos reminded himself not to fight back with irony-perhaps it was a long time to live with a star boy who was not forgiving, and his desire in this area became more and more strong, which is not a good sign.
Vogel shook his head and closed the file:
"Unfortunately, what he learned in that tower wasn't in the world. Otherwise, maybe he could be a lonely assassin of the Wang family?"
Mallos said nothing.
In the dead world, Vogel's shadow grew taller and flames spread all over him.
Self-confidence, greed, fierceness.
More and more empty.
Next, Vogel opened a file like a license, and Via on the other side carefully took over the files he had seen:
"The penalty officer, 'Gardener' Gray Patterson, to be honest, Fakundo should be very grateful to you. He wanted to get rid of this deputy who was born in the seven attendants but could not move lightly for a long time."
"Logistics officer Shi Tuo? You really pick people. I heard he will retire in another year?"
"Guardian Wing, 'Tower' Bastia, a man who can't even run in a hurry ..."
"Guardian Wing, Goran Frank Zucker, a guy who is afraid of water and height?"
"Guardian Wing, Nerd Ferry, is said to have mania."
Mallos remained silent.
Vogel continued to sniff:
"Pioneer Wing, Grimace Vladen, so popular that you can only sit at a table yourself for lunch."
"Pioneer Wing, 'stool' Supa Langley, oh, this nickname is really delicious."
"There is also 'Bronze' Jose Costa, a foreigner, or a son of thorns."
"Leo Morgan, you guys who claim to be promoted from the private soldiers of Can Star, even if the guard establishment has not been decided, they will go to Xihuang with you to meet the prince ..."
Speaking of this name, Vogel's face changed.
"But the most important thing is ..."
He held up the file, and the sketch was a man with a scar on his face, which stopped the babies who were crying at night.
"Morgan, a veteran who once murdered a superior on the battlefield?"
Vogel beat the table angrily:
"Are you kidding me?"
Mallos looked at the archives and looked like Rio Morgan, a murderer, with a quiet face, unimaginable.
"This is the" guard elite "you selected? For the heir to the stars, the country's heavy weapon, you picked such a batch ..."
The deputy captain gritted his teeth:
"Defective products?"
There is a monthly vote to send book currency in the book review area, which is one of the monthly benefits that can be applied for in this book.
(End of this chapter)