Kingdom’s Bloodline

Mallos slowly raised his eyes, but seemed to be looking at everyone present.

The air seems to be taut invisibly, leaving no gaps.

"Only when you believe that through sacrifice can you get something more precious-reputation after death, practical benefits, the safety of others, or pure self-satisfaction-you will choose to sacrifice."

Mallos' words became more solemn:

"In other words, only after you know what you believe in, what you cherish more, and what you want to trade, can you have the right to choose and what to sacrifice legitimately, such as your life."

Thales remained silent, he seemed to have an illusion that Mallos had been staring at him.

In the next second, Mallos quickly turned around, and Patterson also raised his arms, and the two whipped again——

Snapped!

This time, Toledo was too late to react, and the counting sound could barely catch up.

"Otherwise, your so-called honorable sacrifice," Mallos looked expressionlessly at the two panting on the ground:

"It's just a momentary impulse, the folly of being manipulated and incited, and even the self-deprecation of blind faith and blind obedience."

Snapped!

Another whip.

Glover dragged his chest up from the ground, gritted his teeth, and Doyle simply leaned back and knelt on his calf.

"I'm not punishing you, Doyle, for making the wrong choice."

Mallos said coldly:

"When your father was kidnapped and the situation was tense and unclear, you appeared so brave and unparalleled. You put everything behind you, drew your sword and rushed forward, and devoted yourself to a duel to save your father."

Doyle was in a trance for a moment, looking at the watchman.

"But what do you want to sacrifice and what can you get in exchange? Father? Your Highness? Yourself? Justice? Loyalty?"

"Do you know, do you know?"

Mallos stopped looking at the bewildered Doyle.

"And you,

Glover! "

The zombie straightened up vigorously and listened to the training solemnly.

"Whether you sympathized with Doyle and secretly let him go to save his father, or you wanted to prevent him from going to a duel, so you suggested a sneak attack from behind... It feels very kind, noble, and considerate of fellowship."

"But what are you going to sacrifice, what do you want in exchange? Companions? Friendship? Conscience? Responsibility? Mission?"

"You know again! Have you thought about it?"

Mallos showed his rare seriousness:

"What do you believe? What are you fighting for? What are you sacrificing? Whom are you saving?"

Doyle and Gloria were both at a loss, not knowing what to do.

But they didn't have to answer, because what greeted them was——

Snapped!

Amidst the screams, the thoughts of the two were interrupted by severe pain again.

"No, you can't even tell me about it, you can't tell me honestly, because neither of you know."

Mallos' voice calmed down, but it didn't feel loose at all, it was still the tension of a tight bowstring.

Everyone in the guard was lost in thought.

"No, the reason why I punish you is not because you made the wrong choice, but because you can't see the choice at all!"

"You just appeal to animal instincts when you are unclear and muddled, move forward blindly, act impulsively, and then regret it after that, then pretend to be stiff-mouthed, wipe your tears and say 'necessary price', next Going to be stupid again and again."

"And you call that a sacrifice?"

Mallos chuckled, shaking the blood on the whip.

"Like two pathetic chess pieces, subconsciously taking their own steps."

"Until His Highness shows mercy and picks you up from the chessboard of death—along with the enemy's chess pieces."

Thales, who had been silent for a long time, shook violently.

He felt that many people's eyes turned to him.

DD and the zombie breathed in a trance, as if at this moment, the severe pain of whipping could no longer affect them.

"The result is that your unexplained behavior not only negatively affects yourself, but also endangers your mission, harms your colleagues, and threatens the overall situation."

"Nothing goes well on either side, and nothing gets done anywhere."

Pain appeared in Mallos' eyes:

"Simply stupid."

The wind whistled, and the shadow of the whip flashed.

Snapped!

While hissing and screaming in pain, the shadows of the two tortured people drew indefinite shapes on the ground.

"If you are warriors who charge forward, are cannon fodder for war, and are death squads on the battlefield, then I may give you promotions and honors to encourage the series to continue to risk their lives. Whether you want to or not, let's spread the word' Sacrifice'," Mallos' voice faded along with his gaze:

"But you are not."

Mallos looked at everyone, and said in a cold voice:

"You are the royal guard."

"Thousands of years ago, your name was the imperial guard."

The whip wind rang again.

Snapped!

But this time, Doyle and Glover just groaned forcefully, and their figures shook together, but they didn't fall down.

Mallos watched Patterson silently put away the whip and handed it to Pezzarossi, and saw Toledo frantically winking at him, indicating that the quantity was enough.

"You guys like this are not sacrificing."

"You guys like this are not qualified to sacrifice."

The watchman said calmly.

"I'm tired, save your last whip," he turned around and handed the whip to Capone:

"Guard Doyle."

As soon as the words fell, the two men who were standing still let out their last breath and fell down straight.

Only the bloody back remains in the air, telling the previous story.

A small commotion erupted in the guards, as if many, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

The logistics officer Shi Tuo sighed and waved his hands. Several people who had been prepared for a long time rushed to catch up with the stretcher, disinfected, cleaned, applied medicine, and bandaged, and they were extremely skilled.

Hugo Forby, the flag bearer, put away the small notebook that had been recording and writing during the execution.

"When you are recuperating, someone will replace you."

"And those who have not been whipped," Mallos glanced at the crowd from the corner of his eye, making the other twenty or so people stand in awe:

"learn a lesson."

The watchman took his weapon from Toledo, and said in a nonchalant manner:

"Now, break up."

The next moment, the entire Xinghu guards dispersed like a bowstring under the pine.

But right now.

"My lord, I don't understand," Doyle, who was lying on the stretcher with a pale face, ignored Piloga's stop, and propped up his upper body vigorously, with a tired voice: "Sacrificing is wrong, and not sacrificing is not right."

"Then what should I do, sir?"

Many people froze.

Mallos also paused lightly.

He looked at Thales in the distance, making the latter's heart tighten.

"Since sacrifice is a transaction."

The watchman said quietly:

"Then when trading, don't misjudge the value of the two ends of the balance. There are too many things in the world—fake empty words, sinister plots, and unconscious habits—that can confuse them and trick you into making Unfair deal."

Mallos turned his head and looked at everyone.

"So, when you decide to make a deal," the watchman said in a calm voice, but there was an emotion Thales couldn't recognize in his tone:

"Make sure that's your own scale."

He said slowly:

"What stays on it must not be the weights and scales that you can't even understand yourself, so just trust blindly."

As soon as this remark came out, many people fell into deep thought.

Thales remained silent.

A few seconds later, the members of the guards on the training ground performed their duties and left one after another.

Thales came back to his senses, stepped forward, and walked towards the two victims.

On the stretcher, Doyle, who had sensed something, raised his head with difficulty, and when he saw Thales, he showed a dying smile:

"Your Highness."

Thales was in a heavy heart, and didn't know what to say, so he could only say:

"How is your father?"

DD on the stretcher showed a bitter but brave smile:

"You know he's... quite frightened."

"Should be honest for a while."

Thales was silent. A few seconds later, he patted Doyle's arm and nodded to Glover on the other side:

"Recover well."

Doyle and Glover were carried away.

Many people in the Xinghu Guard also passed by him, and saluted Thales one after another.

Old Piloga who had compared swords with him, Zoneveld with left-handed swords, former police officer Kongmuto, tall man Franzuk in the guard wing, dull Ferry, and the strong man Ba ​​who just followed him Stia and young Nehi...

"Your Highness."

"Good day."

"Good luck to you."

After getting along for several months, familiar faces from strangers flashed in front of my eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after one night, the sense of strangeness and incompatibility that the Star Lake guards gave Thales at first seems to have dissipated a lot.

At least, their salute was more respectful, but more natural.

Except for one person.

"You are early, Your Highness."

Mallos came to him calmly:

"Martial arts class is still a while away."

Thales sneered.

"Each each other."

Mallos didn't seem to hear the sullenness in Duke Xinghu's words, and turned around leisurely:

"Okay, let's warm up."

Thales took a deep breath.

"I said, every time I feel that my impression of you improves, Mallos..."

He looked at the two stretchers going away, and said coldly:

"You just have to destroy it, don't you?"

"The captain of the personal guard that I hate the most?"

Behind him, Bastia and Nexi looked at each other, and retreated away in a tacit understanding.

Mallos nonchalantly picked out a practice sword and threw it to Thales.

"So, how many captains of the personal guard have you had?"

Thales snorted coldly, came to the training ground, brandished his long sword, and began to warm up:

"Only you."

"Hmm—" Mallos snorted a rising tone from his nose:

"I can rest assured that."

Thales let out a sarcastic laugh.

"By the way," he looked at the watchman uncomfortably:

"Why do I always feel that you meant something when you said 'those who were not whipped' just now?"

Mallos smiled slightly, as relaxed as before:

"Perhaps you have misunderstood?"

Thales pulled out a few sword poses, accelerated his breathing, and stretched his body:

"Or not?"

Mallos shrugged and said with a smile:

"Then no."

His neither salty nor mild nor lukewarm appearance made Thales choke enough.

"anyway……"

Thales said maliciously:

"Why do I feel that you are admonishing them not to sacrifice impulsively? Don't be blindly loyal to the royal family?"

While signaling Thales to make bigger movements, Mallos said lightly:

"I said, you misunderstood."

Thales sneered:

"Or not?"

Mallos didn't answer the question.

"You might as well be more serious about warming up," the watchman said seriously, as if he had turned back into a dedicated martial arts teacher, "After all, it's your own health."

"You have to take care of yourself."

Thales snorted coldly.

But then he remembered something less pleasant.

"Is there no one from the Fuxing Palace?"

"After all, last night..." Thales didn't continue.

This topic seems to be pulling the temperature down.

Mallos was silent for a while:

"No."

"But I assure you they will come, sooner or later."

In a complicated mood, Thales finished warming up, feeling hot all over and sweating slightly.

"Okay, what's today? Target shooting? Sword fight? Or beating?"

Mallos smiled and waved to the distance:

"Nesi?"

In the distance, the trainee vanguard officer Nexi pointed at himself unexpectedly, and after getting confirmation, he came forward flattered.

Thales rolled his eyes, and resigned himself to looking for his shield, ready to face—ahem, fight.

But this time, Mallos was beyond his expectations.

"No, Your Highness, you don't need to end," the watchman said with a smile, pointing to the seat: "Come, sit."

"Today is demonstration teaching, theory class."

Um?

Demonstration teaching?

theory class?

Thales was stunned.

He looked at the heavy practice sword in his hand, and said foolishly:

"Then just let me warm up, why?"

Mallos laughed more and more:

"In order to...maintain good habits?"

Thales looked at him expressionlessly.

"Toledo," Mallos said, oblivious to His Royal Highness's murderous gaze, and happily summoned his own orderly:

"Go up and practice two hands with Nexi."

Thales threw down the practice sword angrily, sat down on the chair, and raised his legs indecently.

On the field, Nexi and Toledo looked at each other, then at Thales, and both walked towards the weapon rack.

"Wait," Mallos said lightly:

"Use your own weapons, real swords."

"I said, we don't want to be caught by Ms. Ginny again, do we?"

The watchman said, looking at Thales intentionally or unintentionally.

After getting along for so long, knowing that he was taking the opportunity to mock and protest, Thales didn't answer, and sneered a few times haha.

A few seconds later, Nehi and Toledo both stood on the training ground.

"Your qualifications and rank are higher than mine, you invite first?"

The young Nexi couldn't help but glanced at Thales and Mallos, eager to try.

The long sword in his hand is light and flexible, and of extraordinary quality.

"No, I'm not used to taking the lead."

As one of Mallos' most trusted old subordinates, Toledo just smiled modestly:

"You should go first."

Toledo's weapon is a machete. The strange thing is that his knife is put in a sheath, but it is tied horizontally behind his waist, which looks very awkward.

Nexi also smiled, no longer humble:

"good--"

But the moment his words fell, Nexi's sword came out of its sheath.

The sword light flashed like lightning strikes!

Thales's yawning palm stopped for a moment—the sin of hell in his body suddenly woke up!

clang!

There was a muffled sound, and the metal collided.

At that moment, Toledo could barely draw his sword, and blocked the lightning-fast sword with an awkward posture.

Thales looked at Nexi in amazement, soothing the power of end in his body.

He recalled the first sword just now.

This is too fast.

So much so that at such a long distance, Hell River's Sin felt threatened and was forced to arouse an instinctive reaction just by looking at it.

But Nehi's offensive did not end.

His sword blade reflected a strange light, and pursued the victory on the shortest route, going straight to the middle!

clang!

Forcing Toledo to be in a panic, the defense was difficult.

"Your Highness, remember what I told you, there are different schools of martial arts in the kingdom?"

Mallos laid his hands behind his back leisurely, watching the two subordinates fight with real swords.

"Of course, the offensive and defensive schools in the north, the martial arts schools in the southeast, and the new trend schools that put practicality first."

"You didn't just 'said'."

Thales replied while watching Nexi's fast sword attack in amazement, and found that it was not only the speed of the opponent's sword that was fast, but also his agility and pace. In the most uncomfortable place for Toledo.

Mallos nodded:

"And I also said, after you pass the sword target practice, I will introduce you to the other two mainstream schools."

"Now is the time."

The watchman narrowed his eyes.

"Seriously show some strength, you two!"

Mallos shouted:

"Your Highness didn't come to see you juggling."

After the words fell, Nexi's sword flashed again!

His pace and speed seemed to have been raised several times in an instant, and the last sword even grazed Toledo's shoulder armor!

Toledo's defense became more and more difficult, and he had to retreat and dodge, so the battle gradually turned into one side chasing after him and the other side fleeing in embarrassment.

Thales looked at Toledo, who was absolutely at a disadvantage, and frowned.

If it's me...

Thales shook his head secretly: No, he can't avoid it, and the loss will only be uglier than Toledo.

But how old is Nexi?

"In the kingdom, there is a special type of warrior."

Mallos' voice came from one side:

"They learned martial arts from the same source, but their styles are very strange and completely different."

The watchman looked serious:

"Historically, there are scholars who specialize in martial arts schools, and they are collectively referred to as disciples of the temple."

Thales was taken aback.

"temple?"

Temple disciples?

Mallos nodded, watching the sword shadows flying in the field, the sword light flickered, but he was still not in a hurry:

"But today, because the name is too literary and ancient, no one calls it."

But his tone was extremely serious:

"But in reality, they are not only spread across the stars, but also throughout the entire Western Continent. They have flourished for thousands of years and have not declined."

"Nate Niexi is one of the best."

Thales stared at Nexi, who was about to visually transform into a clone.

His long sword is swift, fast, and direct.

With one strike, the effect is astonishing.

Mallos took out the storytelling shelf and continued:

"The place where they are taught martial arts is ancient and special. It has gathered the most diverse martial arts inheritance and the power of ending for thousands of years. It has been continuously improved in different eras, preaching and teaching, and is famous—"

But at this moment, Thales suddenly interrupted him:

"The Temple of the Knights."

Mallos was taken aback.

The prince sat upright and said seriously:

"That's why they were called 'temple disciples' in history, right?"

Mallos frowned and looked at the boy, with a hint of unhappiness that the story was interrupted:

"You, you know?"

Thales looked back at him and smiled slightly:

"know a little."

a little……

Mallos took a deep breath, looked at Nexi who was constantly attacking, and tried to return to the previous tone:

"Well, then you may not know, these people, they were the first to be-"

But Thales' words came in again:

"They were the first knights who originated in the north before the empire era, and they were the first to awaken extraordinary power."

The young Duke watched carefully the fierce fight between the two in the arena, as if he was talking unintentionally, with a lot of aftertaste.

Mallos was at a loss for words again.

The watchman had to cough:

"Speaking of extraordinary power—"

"Extraordinary power spreads among humans through them." Thales quietly took his words:

"In the wars with alien races, such as the battle for sainthood and even the battle for survival, they shined brilliantly, won victories, expanded and refined their immature extraordinary powers, and explored the boundaries and future of human potential."

Thales turned his head, looked at Mallos with a displeased face, and talked endlessly:

"So, they gathered elites, gradually formed a group, and built their own creed and organization."

"It's for the 'Knight Temple'."

Thales took a deep breath, as if inhaling the fragrance of ink on the book:

"For thousands of years, it has been a sacred place of human martial arts and the sacred source of chivalry."

Mallos was stunned for a few seconds, a little caught off guard.

"Where did you hear that?"

Thales Mimi smiled:

"The north, to be precise, is the collection of the Walton family in Dragon Clouds City, "The Light of Mankind—The Beginning and End of the Temple of Knights."

Mallos pursed his lips.

The Yankee Collection.

The beginning and end of the temple.

Well, since it's only to the temple...

The watchman who was interrupted again cleared his throat in displeasure:

"Well, but the Temple of the Knights is glorious to glorious, but times have changed, until—"

"Until the end battle."

Thales' voice sounded out of place again:

"Seven hundred years ago, the entire army of the Knights Temple was sent out to fight against the disaster. In the end, there were heavy casualties, and none survived."

"Even the temple itself was destroyed, making it difficult to rebuild."

Under Mallos' unbelievable expression, the prince's words were full of nostalgia for the past and the present:

"In the end, the survivors of the Knight's Temple went away and built a legendary tower."

"In that high tower, they carried forward the behest of the knight ancestors, collected, researched, and taught extraordinary powers—after that, they were called the powers of the end, spreading various martial arts, and guarding the hope of mankind."

"It's under the fame of today..."

"Tower of the End."

After saying this, Thales breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mallos who had been interrupted several times in a row with a smile:

"So, Nehi should be a student of the Tower of the End."

Mallos didn't speak.

Thales blinked:

"What's wrong?"

Mallos looked at him gloomyly:

"I'm waiting."

"See what else you have to say?"

Thales raised his eyebrows:

"Well, probably not."

The prince happily looked at Mallos with a deflated expression on his face:

"Correct me if I'm wrong?"

Mallos took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he controlled himself to turn to the field.

"Didn't you eat?"

The watchman shouted coldly, showing the majesty of the captain of the personal guard:

"Play more seriously!"

The two people in the arena were fighting fiercely, but they were slightly stagnant when they heard the words.

Mallos looked back with a look of eating a fly.

"Cough—you were right just now."

"Nate Nehi just returned from the Tower of the End not long ago."

Mallos paused subconsciously, and glanced at Thales.

After confirming that His Royal Highness listened obediently and had no intention of stealing his talk, the watchman coughed:

"In the Kingdom of Stars, the 'Temple' faction that regards the Tower of the End as its standard is the 'Scholarly Learning' in the eyes of many people. It has a long history and a long history."

Significant learning.

Thales frowned slightly, thinking of the many acquaintances he knew who had learned skills from the Tower of Terminator.

"There are quite a few nobles in the kingdom who would choose to send their descendants to the Tower of the End if they expect to achieve success in martial arts and military exploits. On the one hand, they will accept the inheritance and improve their skills, and on the other hand, they will expand their horizons and study the world."

You can also accumulate fame.

or avoid catastrophe.

Mallos said in his heart.

The watchman pointed to the field:

"Different from other schools of martial arts that are positioned by style, the swordsmen who walk out of the Tower of the End have different styles and skills, or even very different ones."

"As the successor of the ancient knight temple, the Tower of the End keeps pace with the times, summarizes various martial arts, sorts and classifies the inherited skills, and conducts intensive research, finally analyzing eight major schools."

Thales was taken aback.

He has long admired the name of the Tower of the End, but there are so many branches?

"Eight?"

Mallos nodded.

He spoke slowly with fear and respect, as if reciting a little poem:

"Pegasus sins, iron blood shines. Rose storm, miracles in the world."

He said seriously:

"It's to end the Eight Meridians."

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