Kingdom’s Bloodline

etc.

Thales thought for a moment.

Six years later, among Xingchen's old friends, there was indeed one person who discovered his power of termination.

Right here... in the Prison of Bones.

But……

The dark purple mask flashed in front of Thales' eyes.

He subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.

impossible.

"As I said, the process of knight training...is only you."

Mallos brought Thales back to reality with a smile:

"If you're cheating, it's not hard to see."

The watchman pointed to Thales' arm, with the pleasure of catching prey.

Under the colonnade on the other side, Doyle blinked in surprise, and habitually poked the person beside him.

"real?"

The guard opened his mouth again and again:

"How old is that child...?"

Doyle hadn't expected an answer.

But unexpectedly, this time, Glover's deep voice actually sounded:

"According to the records, fourteen years old..."

The vanguard officer nicknamed "Zombie" narrowed his eyes:

"One hundred and twenty-eight days."

Doyle was taken aback.

"Fuck, we're almost catching up with the youngest awakening record, wait," but Doyle immediately noticed something, and he looked at Glover strangely:

"How do you remember it so clearly?"

Glover ignored him and just tightened his arms.

His eyes were fixed on the field.

While Thales was trying to adjust his breathing, thinking about what was going on at this moment, what were the consequences, and how should he deal with it, Mallos spoke again.

"It wasn't mentioned in the briefing about you, so..."

Mallos rubbed his hands, and said in a careless tone:

"When did you awaken the power of the end?"

Thales frowned again.

The crime of Hell River...

It seems insignificant, but in fact, this force accompanied him through the birch forest, through the plot of the ugly face, survived the disaster of Dragon Clouds City, helped him escape into the desert, and brought him back to the stars safely. .

It's about secrets, things that go through...

No matter what the black sword told, or what Ricky said...

It's all a little...too much.

No.

He can't expose too much.

At least...can't tell the whole story.

The question and answer between the two took only a few seconds, and Thales couldn't afford to hesitate:

"During... the Northland."

The young Duke of Xinghu quickly thought of an excuse by clearing his throat and organized his words.

"The Palace of Heroes is full of crises. I must hide myself and keep my hole cards."

The more he spoke, the more fluent he became, with timely worry and vigilance on his face:

"As for you, Lord Mallos, where did you get your briefing?"

Mallos didn't answer right away, but stared at him for a while.

The other party's eyes made Thales extremely uncomfortable.

A few seconds later, Mallos bent a weird smile, but turned to another question.

"What kind of finishing power do you possess, Your Highness?"

An equally fatal question.

"I..." Thales frowned just right, showing helplessness after pretending to think:

"I don't know either."

Mallos was silent for a while, then continued to ask:

"Then what are its characteristics? What changes has it brought to you?"

The crime of prison river.

what feature?

What changed?

Uh...hell senses?

Thales remembered the night vision effects in tunnels and dungeons.

Extreme healing?

He remembered the excruciating pain when the battlefield resumed.

4d hell effect?

Thales tried hard to get the experience of the black path out of his head.

Or, a beastly fighting urge?

Thinking of this, Thales shook his head.

With an innocent look on his face.

This time, it was the turn of Mallos, who had been staring at his expression, to frown:

"So it just... popped out without warning?"

"And you don't have a clue?"

Thales nodded pitifully,

With an embarrassed and embarrassed smile:

"Bad, almost."

Mallos looked at him with a more serious expression.

There was a moment of silence between the two - the watchman seemed to need some time to think.

"If I remember correctly, all you have learned is the basic northern military swordsmanship?" Mallos spoke again, his tone becoming cautious.

"Yes." Thales showed an ugly smile:

"Is that in the briefing too?"

Mallos moved his eyes and did not answer him, but stared at his nominal master with scorching eyes:

"Then what ability have you acquired?"

Thales repeated subconsciously: "What ability?"

Mallos narrowed his eyes.

He looked at Thales with rookie eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"I mean, when you awaken the power of the end..."

"Have you acquired...extraordinary observation skills, sense of balance, and sense of rhythm? I remember this is the movement of Tianma..."

Thales shook his head.

No.

"That's the melting of the glacier—greatly enhanced stamina, the grasp of strength? Or will and spirit?"

Thales continued to shake his head.

"So, more power, speed and offensive advantage?"

Mallos was a little unsure:

"The Glory of the Stars?"

Thales was still shaking his head with innocent eyes.

Mallos' expression became more and more dignified:

"Could it be that... it's a desperate, instant burst?"

Don't be that...

Fortunately, Thales shook his head for the fourth time.

This made Mallos frowned even more.

Yes, not this, not that...

Assessing the effect of this lie, Thales murmured inwardly.

But well.

The end force version of Sharingan?

Does this count?

Finally, Mallos let out a long sigh and folded his arms tightly.

"Well, let's assume that you don't have the above four."

"So, what additional fighting skills did the Exeters teach you, which affected your awakening of the power of termination?"

Thales twitched the corner of his mouth.

Exeter?

"I have no idea."

"They've just been..."

Thales shrugged, smiled awkwardly, and while trying to press "beat me" in his throat, he spit out a few more decent words:

"Confrontation training?"

Mallos' complexion became ugly again.

He stared at Thales like he was staring at a cunning fox that he couldn't catch.

Finally, the watchman looked up.

"It's remarkable, indeed, to awaken the power of the end at your age."

Mallos spoke words of approval, but there was no tone of approval at all.

"But in fact, it is not a good thing to awaken the power of the end prematurely. Shortcuts often make people lazy and careless."

The watchman smiled slightly:

"Especially...you don't know anything about it yet."

Seeing the other party's elegant and calm smile as before, Thales suddenly panicked.

The prince tried to stabilize his mood:

"At least it saved me many times...especially on this journey back home."

"This should...not be a bad thing."

Again, Malloslu gave him an uneasy smile.

"Take a break, Your Highness, replenish water and soothe your muscles."

"The practice of the previous stage has come to an end."

Thales relaxed all over, and secretly exhaled.

But Mallos turned away and called to one of the guards who followed him:

"Toledo!"

"Call everyone here except those who cannot leave their posts."

Thales, who sat down to drink water, moved his ears.

The soldier named Toledo frowned slightly:

"Everyone?"

Mallos nodded, and restored that indifferent smile:

"Yes, the Royal Guard, or everyone in the Star Lake Guard, let them all come to the training ground."

"Your Excellency, you will need the help of all of them."

Mallos said this and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Thales' hand holding the kettle froze immediately.

Toledo was obviously used to Mallos' orders, he just hesitated a little, then turned around and passed the order away.

"You too, Glover, Doyle," Mallos looked sharply into the distance:

"A title doesn't mean you can be lazy."

Glover and Doyle looked at each other, and had no choice but to step closer.

But it was the prince himself who answered the first Mallos.

"help?"

"Everyone in the guard?"

Thales looked at Mallos suspiciously, and looked around the training ground:

"You, what are you going to do?"

Mallos turned his head, revealing a smile that was slightly more sinister than the indifferent and elegant one before:

"As you wish, Your Highness, your lessons have entered a new field."

"What we're going to do next is..."

Mallos grinned, but Thales felt a chill in his heart:

"Confrontation training."

right……

confrontation……

Thales was stunned for a few tenths of a second before reacting.

"Why?"

Thales pointed to the sword on the ground, incomprehensible:

"Isn't it just now..."

But this time, Mallos interrupted him.

"Don't you understand?"

Mallos suppressed his smile and looked at him with sharp eyes, which made Telles speechless.

"It's fine if you don't find out."

"But since we found out..."

Mallos looked serious, extremely dignified:

"Then from now on, the only goal of our training today..."

"It's to figure out the power in your body..."

Mallos looked cold:

"the truth."

At that moment, facing the rather aggressive watchman, Thales' heart seemed to miss a beat.

He stared blankly at Mallos' deep and complex eyes, surprised and unaware.

What are you doing?

On the other side of the venue, Doyle, who was walking slowly, said to Glover in surprise:

"Wait, confrontation training so soon?"

"Is it too early? Those people in the guard..."

He couldn't finish.

Because the next moment, footsteps came from all around.

One, two, three...

Under the setting sun, the royal guards who were in charge of defending the Duke came from all directions in the Mindis Hall. Most of them looked at the two people in the center of the venue with scorching eyes, with the chilling intent of soldiers.

Glover shook his head and didn't answer d.d.

"Attention Your Highness, the royal guards are all carefully selected," Mallos witnessed his subordinates coming in a file on the training ground:

"Among them, there are not only veterans who have worked hard in the army, but also talented knights who were born in noble families and have family background since childhood."

Mallos turned to Thales, his eyes clear:

"Not to be underestimated."

Thales tried hard to control his expression, sorting out his chaotic thoughts.

He is going to...

What are you doing?

The watchman smiled.

"But like I said," Mallos sighed slowly, staring at Taylor's right arm wrestling with him for the sword:

"Bumps and bumps are inevitable."

The moment Mallos looked over, Thales felt that the sin of Hell River in his body was running restlessly.

like...

A provocative beast.

The prince took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the abnormalities in his body:

"Is this necessary, I'm already very tired..."

"You don't understand your finishing power, Your Highness," Mallos looked away, and while calmly returning the salute to his subordinates, he replied casually:

"And it's dangerous..."

"It's like a knight who doesn't know the sword in his hand and the horse in his crotch."

Mallos slowly turned back:

"Know yourself, Your Highness, know yourself."

His expression became serious, his eyes were so sharp that he wanted to penetrate Thales' armor:

"Only after that can we tailor it to you...the training you need."

"Trust me, Your Highness, this is for your own good."

Mallos stared at Thales firmly, and said lightly:

"And I thought... His Majesty also cared about your body, didn't he?"

Hearing that address, Thales froze.

It seemed that even the crime of prison river had stopped for a moment.

"Let's not make him worry when he reads the briefing in Mindis Hall..." Mallos said with a blank expression:

"Find out your strength here and report the good news to him, okay?"

Bearing Mallos' scrutinizing and suspicious gaze, Thales was speechless for a while.

The royal guards were shadowy, and they had already stood around, quiet and solemn, in uniform.

Just wait for the commander's order.

Thales lowered his head and took a deep breath.

He suddenly thought of an absurd possibility.

Maybe.

Thales said silently.

Perhaps from the very beginning, Mallos wanted to give him martial arts lessons...

not for...

train?

"Okay, Piloga," Mallos turned around and called out a subordinate in the queue: "Warm up and pick a practice sword that you can use."

With the expressions of the royal guards all changed, the watchman casually walked out of the field, leaving Thales behind:

"Accompany Your Excellency the Duke..."

"Two hands."