Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Your Excellency, you are sure you don't need Hugh...I mean you might be able to add a new shield..."

Piloga hesitated.

In front of his eyes, stood Thales who had just stood up in embarrassment, covered in dust, gritty face, and a lot of torn and dirty clothes.

"No, but thanks, Piroga Logistics Officer."

Thales took a deep breath, turned his wrist, and felt the center of gravity of the practice sword.

"Your attitude is much better than Exeter's coaches, and of course, it's also much better than some star people."

Piloga forced a smile.

Around the training ground, the resurrounded royal guards were a little more impatient than before, but Mallos' silence made them all quiet, and they didn't raise any objections.

The pressure is back on the field.

Thales clenched his left fist.

Ditching the shield made the left arm a lot easier, but the numbness and pain from the previous blow were so real and unforgettable.

The round just now...

what happened?

Thales' complexion sank.

He remembered that his offense was like thunder, no matter the strength or speed, he was not weak.

However……

Thales took a step forward and moved around Piloga.

The crime of prison river roared in his body again, one after another, connected together, longing for the second assault.

But this time...

They suffered setbacks, but they gave Thales a more intense illusion...

Just like a mad beast, no matter how badly injured, it wants to tear the enemy's throat.

But Thales held them down firmly.

Like an animal tamer tightening his chains.

As he moved, Piloga methodically changed steps and turned, always keeping his face facing the enemy.

Thales didn't rush to attack.

He is thinking.

Just now, his sword encountered the opponent's sword.

The double swords staggered in the air.

But Piloga didn't guard him.

Going a little further, Thales will be able to hit the opponent.

Then.

Thales thought carefully.

Then, at that moment of lightning and flint, the outcome was decisive.

Piloga's sword began to rotate.

It is full of the other party's steadfast, tough and thick... the power of ending.

And then……

Thales' expression tightened.

He slowed down, recalling the scene just now in the crime of Hell River, which was burning more and more hotly.

Hang sword.

He and Piloga, in that second, their swords twisted together.

twist each other in the air.

He remembered that during the second when the two sides approached, Piloga's wrist drew a strange arc, round and long.

Thales' sword deviated from the track.

And Piroga's sword...

Thales gritted his teeth.

After that, the young man who charged too fast to recover could only abandon his sword in embarrassment, block it, and then...

His left arm, where he had just been hit, began to ache.

Thales no longer recalled.

This time, he didn't pace again.

In the eyes of the royal guard, the prince stomps forward!

As the sin of Hell River surged to his right arm, he stabbed out with a sword again!

clang!

Amidst the crisp metal sound, Piloga calmly blocked Thales' sword!

Then……

Thales' eyes trembled!

He saw—felt it in his hand—Pirroga's blade began to move again.

Come together, and the power of the opponent's end.

The boy didn't hesitate.

Thales paused, and the strength of the sword, which was not very full, was stopped at the right time, and he quickly retreated!

clang!

Another crisp sound.

With the agility after abandoning the shield, he was able to defeat Piloga's counterattack, and took two steps back in a slightly embarrassed way.

Thales gasped violently, looking at Piloga who was still unharmed in disbelief.

The crime of prison river that failed to attack roared unwillingly in his body.

At the end of this round, the voices of the royal guards rang out again.

"Oh, another futile blow," Doyle said with a depressed and unbearable face,

Tsk said:

"If you ask me, Mallos doesn't like him anymore, it's a bit too much, in front of so many people..."

But Glover interrupted him:

"No, that's not it."

Doyle was puzzled for a while:

"Not what?"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the crowd, making the guards quiet again.

"For six hundred years, the East China Sea and the South Bank have spread unique fighting skills, which are inherited from the southern knights and church knights in the empire era."

The voice is calm and indifferent.

They are all too familiar.

Thales calmed down his breathing and turned his head in surprise.

I saw the chief culprit who got him into such a predicament, the watchman Tormund Mallos, standing leisurely with his arms folded:

"Many families still cultivate newcomers with the inheritance habit of 'knight-squire', with a strong local and even personal color."

"Compared to martial arts in other parts of Xingchen, this school is more classical and elegant. The sword style is self-contained, and the technique is exquisite and delicate."

Piloga pursed his lips and turned to the officer as well.

Mallos said casually:

"So in the kingdom, these people, represented by the Southeast Knights, are also known as the 'Martial Arts School'."

Martial art?

Doubts flooded Thales' mind.

Mallos paused and sighed slowly.

Of course, for many reasons, the once famous martial arts school...

It has gradually declined, not as good as before.

Maybe it will eventually disappear and become invisible.

Like the countless genres that have flashed by in the long river of history.

Mallos looked up.

"What, why are you in a daze?"

Mallos reminded the two indifferently, it seemed that he was just talking in his sleep:

"Keep fighting."

Thales took a deep breath, and while thinking about what Mallos said, he looked at his opponent again.

And the logistics officer Piloga stood with his sword in his hand, smiling wryly at him.

Thales no longer thought about it.

In the next second, he left and then right, took a feinted step, and slashed out with his sword again!

clang!

This time, Piloga also moved his feet, changed the distance, and blocked Thales' attack.

Hit.

Thales' expression darkened.

But still not broken.

The sin of the prison river was steaming back and forth in his body, and he could only roar wildly in vain.

Like orcs facing cavalry.

Nothing to do.

Thales, who was not good at attacking, withstood his opponent, gritted his teeth and persisted.

But Mallos' words came to his ears again at this time, which made him distracted:

"Piluojia's ancestors came from a respected traditional knight family in the East China Sea Territory. It can be said that he was deeply influenced by the martial arts school."

In an instant, the wrestling with Piluojia was over: the strength of the opponent's sword changed!

Thales was startled.

clang!

Piloga's blade clashed with Thales' weapon for the second time!

The two swords split at the touch of a touch, leaving only the shiver of metal.

"You can see that no matter how he chooses the position and moves before the sword, including how to choose the strength of the sword when the sword is struck, there is a way."

Mallos' voice buzzed, like a previous life in a dream, the off-site sound of a live TV broadcast.

"It makes you very uncomfortable."

Positioning and moving...

Choose a strong or weak blade...

Thales trembled slightly, but he couldn't help but think about the situation in front of him, so he could only take advantage of the situation and make a horizontal cut.

clang!

The weapons of the two clashed for the third time.

Mallos's voice is like a shadow:

"And in a stalemate, Piloga is best at listening and predicting..."

Fighting, stalemate.

Ting Jin and... Prejudgment.

After hearing this, Thales suddenly felt bad!

Sure enough, in just the next second, Piloga's sword appeared in the place where he had the least time to pay attention!

"...is a master of defense and counterattack."

At that moment, Thales, whose hairs stood on end, recklessly raised all the sins of hell in his body!

clang!

He dangerously pushed away Piroga's sword that was reaching his neck, landed on his right shoulder, and rolled out in embarrassment.

Off the court, Mallos smiled slightly:

"like this."

After this round of confrontation, the voices of the royal guards sounded again.

Thales wiped off the sweat that appeared unconsciously on his forehead, feeling the numbness of his body caused by the overload.

He stood up with difficulty, covered in dust.

But this time, instead of rushing towards the apologetic Piloga, he turned to Mallos on the sidelines in doubt.

"If you think that bringing over the Yankees' way of attacking hard, it will also work for him," Mallos stared at Thales brightly:

"Then you'd better think twice."

"Your Highness."

Thales gasped, lost in thought.

"Sir, we all know that you have traveled far and wide, and you have seen a lot," Leo Piroga swung his long sword, and said helplessly, "But it's almost enough."

"I still rely on this to eat."

Mallos smiled, but said nothing.

But Thales understood something.

Position selection, listening, and prediction.

sounds like...

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

A name appeared in front of my eyes.

Miranda Arend.

What Wyah said, her finishing power...

Her... Pegasus Movement.

Looking at the awkward opponent in front of him, Thales understood.

Falling into an absolute disadvantage in the first round, it's not that Piluojia is too strong.

but...

Thales clenched his fists.

It's that he didn't choose the right strategy.

Falling into what Piloga does best.

Defensive counterattack.

"Think of a way, Your Highness," Mallos scratched his chin, looking bored:

"Any way."

"The enemy is right in front of you."

All right.

Thales soothed his numb body and adjusted his state.

He looked back at Piloga.

Thales' expression became serious.

The prince's attack came the next moment.

clang!

Piloga knocked Thales' sword away again, but when he was about to fight back, he was a little confused.

This time, the strength of Duke Xinghu...

very small.

Swish!

The wind of the sword blew past, and Thales took a step back to avoid the opponent's counterattack.

The two separated again.

Leo Piroga.

Thales thought calmly.

The ancestor is a knight from the Eastern Sea Territory, a martial arts school, defending and counterattacking.

His brain began to spin, thinking about the opponent's advantages and his own strategy.

Through contact with the opponent, Piloga listened and predicted in an instant.

This is not only good for defense, but also to find the most suitable time to shoot.

The harder the opponent attacks, the greater the strength, the more exposed...

His counterattack became sharper.

so……

The sword that I used all my strength to attack before, all helped...

The opponent's counterattack.

Thales was unwilling for a while.

etc.

Listen, predict?

Nicolai's face flashed suddenly in his mind.

The sudden sudden change of trajectory and strength of the blade in the meteorite's hand flashed past.

Thales understood.

If he met Dead Face, then Piloga would have no chance at all.

Because it is impossible for him to predict the strange skill of the meteorite's three changes just by touching the weapon.

so.

Thales squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly.

A twist of fate, right?

With a move of his mind, the crime of prison river surged up like a living thing, wanting to turn into that kind of silver power like thousands of small needles like it has done countless times in the past.

Allowing the owner to make incredible changes in an instant.

Thales took a deep breath.

At best I'll find an excuse later and tell them I inherited the end of Dead Face...

but.

【Crime of Prison River... There are so many ways... But you just chose the most stupid, inefficient, troublesome and boring one...】

【This is your final power, and it is the you you are now: being forced forward, being dragged forward, without a goal, without a direction, swaying from side to side, drifting with the tide, and even...】

[No self. 】

Thales was in a trance for a while.

He raised his head and looked at Piloga who was smiling shyly and waiting for the prince to recruit.

[More importantly, when you rely on imitation but ignore these things, it is equivalent to the final power you have condensed with your life for others, for each of your imitation objects, for each of your rivals, and even for you I lack the most basic things...]

【respect. 】

Ricky.

That damn devil man.

Thales frowned fiercely.

The next moment, the crime of prison river subsided like a tide, leaving only a little bit of energy left, as if there was still a little bit of nostalgia.

Like a lover who came in high spirits and returned disappointed.

No.

This is not a martial arts class.

This is not a simple examination of the final force.

But more thorough, purer...

fighting.

Feeling the eyes of others, Thales bit his lip and closed his eyes.

No.

If he still depends on Nikolai's power to survive...

If he can't even get past this level...

[Remember, the focus is on how you are, not how strong your opponent is. 】

[It's about the geometry of the gain, not how much it imitates. 】

No.

If he really wanted to pass this level, he really wanted to get rid of this suspicious situation.

Thales lowered his head. Sigh slowly in my heart.

Damn it, Ricky.

fuck you.

In the distance, the pupils of Mallos, who had been observing Thales, moved slightly.

A few seconds later, Thales raised his head.

But yeah.

If you don't dare to try it now...

How long will he have to wait?

The next time your life is on the line?

At that moment, Thales put all unnecessary worries behind him: hiding his strength, concealing the crime of prison river, revival palace, the eyes of the royal guard...

At the very least, right now, he wants to try to be a pure fighter.

peace in the heart.

[The advantage of Hell River's endless changes is not that you can become all opponents in a fake way. 】

【It's about allowing you to calmly and fearlessly...】

[Facing all opponents. 】

The sin of Hell River burned again, but it was much more docile than last time.

I don't know if it was too much consumption or too many failures.

It seemed that the crazy beast had turned into a calm hound, secretly licking the wound in the corner, only glancing coldly from time to time.

Facing the enemy outside the cage, it showed its malicious sharp teeth.

【This is the real...】

[The power of the omnipotent end. 】

Thales gently opened his eyes.

The crime of hell and river did not flood his body like before, but focused on his eyes and ears, filling his senses.

At that moment, the boy entered a state he was not unfamiliar with:

Hell for the senses.

Thales' eyes began to slacken, as if he had lost focus.

But only he knows.

At that moment, the world in front of my eyes became colorful.

He can see. The power of termination in Piloga's body was thick and solid, slowly moving around his arms and center of gravity.

Thales suddenly discovered that he used the occasions and methods of hell's senses countless times...

They're all a bit... tasteless.

Either imitate power, or night vision, or eavesdropping through the walls, or... hell in the daytime.

But.

The real time to take advantage of Hell's senses...

Off the court, Mallos, who was watching the game, had a frozen expression.

In the time that seemed to be slowing down, Thales inhaled slowly.

He attacked suddenly!

At that moment, it was as if someone had sounded a war drum, and the still picture moved with the sound of the explosion!

The sin of Hell River is raging again.

The wind of the sword rustled, breaking through the air.

clang!

Thales held the sword in both hands, and slashed vigorously, hitting the long sword in front of Piloga!

The experienced Piloga did not change color because of the sudden force of the sword.

I saw that he was not in a hurry, calmly responded to the challenge, using his footsteps and movements to block the blow perfectly.

Then……

Pass!

Thales' heart beat hard!

In the senses of hell, the color of Piloga's silhouette changes back and forth.

Converge into a clear line.

A trembling feeling exploded from Thales' neck and spread throughout his body.

[The meaning of imitation lies in understanding. 】

[Understand your opponent. 】

In a few tenths of a second, the crimes of Hell River surged up in an orderly manner!

arm.

right leg.

Thales, whose eyes were blurred as if out of focus, raised his sword smoothly and retreated!

clang!

At that moment, he was worthy of Piloga's blow.

The royal guards watching the battle murmured.

"Strange," Doyle was very puzzled, "His movements... seem to be fast, but also slow?"

"No, it's not an action..." Glover said coldly.

Doyle was a little dissatisfied:

"Why do you like to refute me today..."

In the crowd, Mallos remained silent.

Thales took two steps away and saw that the color on Piloga's body returned to normal.

The crimes of the prison river came back like an ebb tide.

The hilt of the sword in his hand was still trembling slightly.

The efficacy of hell's senses is still miraculous.

They fed him new information simultaneously.

Thales took a deep breath, yes.

He really felt the thick ending force in the opponent's body, as well as its direction, shape, and habits.

Seemingly quiet and harmless.

But once it is stimulated... it will immediately pour into Piluojia's hands, and automatically rush to the weakest point of the enemy.

Stab a fatal blow.

Really great.

At that moment, the crime of prison river exploded in Thales' body.

Like dissatisfaction, like a sneer.

They began to augment Thales' body again to support the consumption of hell's senses.

Thales didn't care about it, but he realized something in his heart.

The power of Piloga, is that...the melting of the glacier?

No, more than that.

It seems that it really looks like... as Wyatt said, the Tianma movement?

Or something in between.

Even, there are some shadows of a chaotic army.

Thales began to realize what more than one person had told him:

In different people, even the same power of termination will have different characteristics.

that is because……

For the final force is the warrior himself.

The battle was not over yet, thinking of Ricky's words, Thales raised his sword again.

A swordsman who tends to defend and counterattack, has the finishing power that is good at listening and predicting.

Then what?

Watch, Thales, watch.

Think again.

clang!

Another round, another blow.

Thales made a light side slash, in exchange for Piroga turning his sword and attacking the prince's backhand side with a stab.

The boy dodged deftly.

But this time, Thales felt it.

Some hazy but crucial clues.

Skill.

In the senses of hell, Thales, who was dazed, thought expressionlessly.

It is skill.

Piloga.

His opponents were too passive, too dependent on defense, too dependent on these counter-attack techniques.

He was too dependent and too concerned with... the enemy's actions.

Thales' eyes were confused, but his heart was clear, and he asked himself: Is it like the self in the past, only seeing the enemy's moves, only how to imitate the enemy's advantages?

so.

Thales closed his eyes lightly.

The sense of hell slowly fades away.

When Thales opened his eyes again, they were already clear.

The finishing force is the warrior himself.

He vaguely remembered what Mallos said:

Yet the battle itself...

...but far more than the power of the finisher.

In a trance, Thales swung a sword, straight for the opponent's waist.

Piloga made an exquisite stroke, and the two swords separated again.

He attacked again with a wonderful counterattack, which happened to be pointed at the face that Thales had no time to take care of.

But Thales had been prepared for a long time and left room for attack.

As a result, the crime of prison river poured into Thales' waist with ease, supporting him to lean back tactically and dodge the sword sideways.

Piloga frowned:

After two or three rounds, he suddenly discovered that most of the prince's attacks were probing, and his own counterattack was no longer that effective.

The moment he dodged, Thales' heart became clear.

It was as if the fog had lifted, and the hazy vision became clearer.

So, Piloga.

He gave up the initiative in the battle and gave up control.

In exchange for the opportunity for the enemy to reveal its flaws.

And in the battle of life and death, giving up control means...

Thales returned to his original position, held the sword in both hands, and lowered his weight.

The Sin of Hell River climbed up his arms and waist excitedly.

Start roaring furiously!

Like a lone wolf climbing to the top, it howls loudly at the boundless Cangshan Mountain and at the cold and cold moon.

In the next second, Thales no longer kept it, and galloped out!

clang!

The swords of the two collided again!

Piloga stared.

This time, he finally ushered in the prince's unreserved attack.

This is... a chance to win.

End this embarrassing and inexplicable battle for him.

Piroga's finishing power solidified, and his wrist and arm moved at the same time!

The two swords tangled together, making a metallic groan.

Hang sword.

Piloga turned his sword calmly, and judged the opponent's reality in a few tenths of a second.

Then……

Sensing the direction of the other party's strength, Piluojia's finishing power is ready to go off as soon as he hears an order!

It's like facing the enemy countless times when you were young.

block.

judge.

Final blow.

Piroga thought calmly.

He kept moving his hands, and the sword edge went straight out smoothly, attacking the part where the prince was most defenseless at the moment because of the excessive offensive.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

At this moment, Thales only felt a pain in his leg!

At that moment, he couldn't hold on any longer, and his left leg went limp.

Boom!

Another muffled sound, much louder than before.

In the end, Thales landed on his left knee and knelt down in pain.

He gasped violently, enduring the soreness and numbness.

This round is over.

Quiet on the training ground.

Looking at the prince kneeling in front of him, the corners of Piroga's mouth curled up.

As expected.

His sword hit the prince in the left leg.

At that moment, the logistics officer thought with ease:

By the way, it can't be too much, and there must be room for it, so that the prince's loss is not too ugly, and it also makes the officer feel that he is not perfunctory...

Because he offended too many people when he was young, after being injured, his future career became extremely difficult.

But the kid in the family has reached the age of marriage again.

But he can't help it.

At the age of nearly fifty, he had to put on a smile and respond with humility, and bowed his head to these nobles and boys in their twenties, or even in their teens, but whose status was countless times higher than his own.

for……

Um?

Piloga's face changed.

He felt something.

how……

The logistics officer took a deep breath.

He lowered his head slowly.

Seeing clearly, Piluojia's pupils trembled suddenly!

I don't know when, Thales' sword has been from bottom to top.

hold on firmly...

Piroga's chest.

And the hilt of the sword was in the hands of Thales who was kneeling on one knee.

It's just... not working hard.

Piloga froze.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

"Wow……"

At this moment, as if the tide was hitting the shore, the royal guard's exclamation sounded instantly, invading this world!

"I have a..."

Doyle watched this scene in surprise, wanted to say something, but didn't know why, so he could only open and close his mouth back and forth.

Glover's brows slowly relaxed.

In the field, Thales, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head, still panting violently, his arms trembling.

Surprise, excitement, strangeness, doubt, confusion, countless emotions breed in people's hearts.

Among many pairs of eyes, Mallos's is the sharpest and most complex.

He stared at Thales' sword motionlessly.

As if the deepest secrets were hidden there.

Thales trembled.

No one knew that at this moment, he was trying his best to suppress the inexplicably excited and berserk sin of prison river in his body.

Suppressing the idea of ​​continuing to stab this sword.

Piloga calmed down and withdrew his unbelievable expression.

He looked at the trembling prince under him with a complicated expression.

This is……

Deliberately attacking, but predicting my... counterattack?

Then sacrifice the left leg...

in exchange for...

Piroga looked at the long sword between his chest and abdomen with a gloomy face.

After a few seconds, the logistics officer sighed.

"You have won, Your Excellency."

"You are full of opportunities, and you dealt with it properly," Piloga showed a bitter smile, threw down the practice sword, and admitted defeat:

"I am not an opponent."

The chatter among the royal guards grew louder.

"Lao Pi let the water go, face that kid," Doyle said in a low voice to the people around him in puzzlement:

"One moment he casually overthrew him, and the next moment he overthrew him casually. I dare not write knight novels like that..."

"Shut up," Glover seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and he said coldly:

"Do you think that fighting is doing arithmetic, comparing sizes? As long as you know addition and subtraction?"

Doyle choked, and cast a resentful look at Glover.

There are many more such conversations.

But Mallos just looked at the two people in the field without saying a word.

Thales took a few more breaths and managed to stabilize his body.

He wobbled back his long sword and stood up.

Piloga bowed resentfully, turned around and prepared to end.

But Thales stopped him.

"No, Leo Piroga logistics officer," the prince was slightly embarrassed, with a smile on his sweaty face:

"I know, you let me."

Thales also dropped his long sword and extended his right hand gently.

"You taught me a lot."

"Thanks."

Piloga froze for a second, then smiled cautiously.

He hesitated for a while, and finally shook the prince's hand lightly, and it was just a touch.

Thales nodded:

"I am honored to have you in my guard."

The logistics officer was expressionless, but he took two steps back, pressed his hand on his left chest, and bowed.

But bowed better than the first one...

Much respect.

"I just knew to let the water go," Doyle showed a look of admiration on the sidelines:

"Tsk tsk tsk, you old soldier."

"That flattery... really sensible."

Glover glanced at him and said nothing.

The guards were still talking to each other, but the way they looked at the prince gradually changed.

Thales picked up the water bag and began to drink water to replenish it, but raised his head while drinking water and looked at Mallos.

Throwing a nasty look at him.

Mallos also looked back at him lightly, with unclear emotions in his eyes.

"Piroga?"

Mallos didn't turn his head, and there was a questioning tone in his tone.

"Excuse me, sir," Piloga said in a tired and helpless tone:

"I am old, and the Duke..."

The logistics officer glanced at Thales with complicated eyes:

"very nice."

Mallos was silent for a few seconds.

But his expression was no longer as calm and indifferent as before.

"okay."

A few seconds later, Mallos' slightly gloomy voice sounded, quelling the louder discussions of the royal guards.

The watchman stepped forward, looking at the distraught prince who was cleaning himself up as if covered with sweat, dust, and wounds into a messy oil painting:

"Ready, are you ready to meet your next opponent?"

What.

Thales stopped drinking water.

The Duke of Xinghu put down the water bag and asked back in surprise:

"Again?"

"Is one game not enough?"

The twenty or so royal guards around looked at each other in blank dismay.

Mallos smiled.

"We have not yet completed the assessment."

"Besides, it's still early, the martial arts class is just... You guys just fought each other, do you have two minutes?"

Thales' words froze.

Just... a few minutes?

Mallos smiled even better, but in Thales' eyes it was extremely hateful:

"Of course, we can understand that you may be very hard. After all, everyone's tolerance is different..."

"So, you can choose to give up, Your Highness."

Mallos' voice sank, and an unknown light shone in his eyes:

"As your humble servant, I dare not, let alone stop you from giving up—that is your right."

Mallos shrugged:

"Then we all know you well..."

"Prince for two minutes?"

Thales was taken aback again.

Varied……

Prince of what?

Mallos smiled and did not answer.

A few seconds later, Thales took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"If you want to offend me, Tormund Mallos," the Duke of Star Lake said with a hint of sullenness:

"you did it."

But.

"I'm very honored, Your Highness," Mallos said indifferently, "It means that I have done my duty."

"So have you decided to rest?"

"I believe everyone, including His Majesty, will understand."

He glanced sarcastically at the surrounding royal guards:

"After all, you've gone through a full two minutes of being brilliant in the martial arts class, going through hardships, surviving adversity, and turning defeat into victory..."

"A world-class epic duel."

At that moment, Thales, who was staring at Mallos unkindly, twitched slightly.

two minutes...

Two minutes of what... what duel?

Thales' expression was stiff.

Mallos smiled as before.

At that moment, the training ground was completely silent.

The royal guards were silent and silent.

Everyone looked at Thales and Mallos in fear.

The atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

After a few seconds.

"bring it on."

Thales suppressed his discomfort and closed his eyes.

Mallos raised his eyebrows.

Thales opened his eyes suddenly, with a bad tone:

"Why are you in a daze, come on!"

He gritted his teeth and urged.

is not it……

Isn't it just being beaten!

I'm used to it!

Thales roared with tears in his heart.

Mallos smiled happily again.

He didn't turn around, but called out a name.

"Jian."

"Yes, it is you, Gian Commuto."

The royal guards dispersed one after another, giving way to a man who looked lean and stocky in the crowd.

The man was stunned and blinked inexplicably, obviously unprepared.

The colleagues around him looked at him sympathetically.

It's like Conmuto just won the lottery to clean the toilets.

"Listen, Ji'an, you might as well be bold and aggressive in your actions."

The watchman's words continued.

Thales was taken aback.

Bold and intense?

What does this mean?

Kong Mutuo, who was assigned, also looked confused.

Mallos looked at Thales again and became serious.

"Different from Piroga's temptation."

"This time, we want to measure the interesting smell in His Highness's body..."

There was a sudden chill in his eyes:

"The power of the end."

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