Kingdom’s Bloodline

Fuxing Palace, the royal guard's on-duty room.

"Lord Mallos, you mentioned that Prince Thales' finishing power is raging sea?"

As the chief flag officer and deputy captain of the guard, Vogel no longer entangled the prince's sexuality. He switched to the next report and used his peripheral vision to frighten the flag officer Weah who was busy wiping the stains.

But as the target of interrogation, Mallos felt that the depression in the room was even worse.

"yes."

The watchman stood in his own dead and desolate world, feeling the emotion from Vogel expressionlessly - the anger was extremely extreme, but it returned to the plain, with only an undercurrent and a turbulent current.

"When did you wake up?"

"Since His Royal Highness is only fourteen years old, it should have been not long ago."

Vogel opened the report, keeping his eyes on Mallos:

"Awakening at the age of fourteen is almost the earliest record... No exact time?"

"Lord Tarun," Mallos seemed helpless, "I've only known him for a few months."

Vogel stared at him for a long time, but the watchman looked calm and showed no flaws.

"You said in the report that it is a 'variant' of Raging Sea, what do you mean?"

Mallos pretended to think seriously:

"Literally. That means that sometimes, it will show characteristics that are different from the raging sea we know. After all, the power of ending varies from person to person."

Vogel snorted coldly:

"If it varies from person to person, how can you be sure that's it?"

Mallos smiled, politely.

"Maybe you forgot, but I am the watchman of the guard, the watchman of the inheritance."

Sure enough, the moment these words came out, he saw Vogel's expression froze.

"I came into contact with the eternity files inherited by the guards—there are many records about the 'Wolf Enemy', including his incredible finishing power."

"In case of doubt,

Lord Taron, you are always welcome to apply to His Majesty to enter the Watch Chamber and read the top-secret files. "

Vogel was silent.

But at that moment, Mallos felt the flames in Vogel's chest leaping.

Manic, restless, bored.

he cares.

Mallos told himself.

It's been over a year since the Watchmen ended their selection, but this guy still cares.

Why?

Why is everyone worried, persistent, and crazy for what they have not got?

The atmosphere was a bit strange, and Weah on the side couldn't help swallowing.

A few seconds later, Vogel moved his blade-like lips:

"No need."

Mallos smiled back.

"The prince's physique is very good, and his recovery is twice as good as that of ordinary people," Vogel quickly returned to normal, showing a good standard-bearer quality: "Is that so?"

"I'm not sure about that. It is said that His Highness's daily life was taken care of by Ms. Jine six years ago..."

But Vogel refused to let him go easily:

"But I'm asking you."

Mallos was silent for a few seconds before nodding naturally.

"should be."

The watchman spoke again, but his voice became more serious:

"At least in martial arts training, no matter how viciously he is beaten, he can jump up and down very quickly."

"Although he likes to sleep on the floor and wash his hair every now and then, he's never had a bad cold."

Vogel looked back and forth between the other party and the report in his hand.

"You never suspected it?"

"It's a good thing that His Royal Highness has extraordinary physique. He didn't even ask about the secret department. Why should I doubt it?"

"What about your own guess?"

Mallos' eyes moved.

"The royal family pays me and gives me responsibilities, not for me to guess."

"But I am," Vogel said sharply:

"And I'm not asking you, Lord Mallos."

The two people in the room looked at each other, silently confronting each other.

Weah on the side only felt the pressure was great, so he added tea and water to the two officers more meticulously.

Looking at Vogel's cold eyes, Mallos thought of the countless top-secret eternal files displayed in the watch room.

Although in those days, the Six Wings of the Imperial Guards were far less loving and intimate than they seemed.

But holding the flag wing, since when did they become unique, from flag guards and messengers to monitors and investigators...

What about the ones who have become so glaring, annoying, chasing, and aggressive?

Is it the era of Xianjun?

After the kingdom's secret department shed its gray coat and became a formal state institution?

After a few seconds, Mallos finally backed down:

"If I had to guess, that kind of physique might be a special effect of raging seas and stormy waves, just like the record in the watch file: "Wolf Enemy" can predict changes, and avoiding death is almost like a miracle..."

But he turned around, as if suddenly awakened:

"Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have told you."

Vogel's breathing stagnated for a second, and an undercurrent surged in his eyes.

In the desolate world, Mallos felt that the flame in the deputy captain's chest rose an inch.

Anger, shame, patience.

Vogel doesn't just care.

Mallos told himself sadly.

He cared too much, too deeply, too much.

So he didn't notice.

Unlike me, locked in it, unable to extricate myself.

"But you just said," Vogel breathed expressionlessly, "Prince Thales just awakened the power of the end not long ago."

"But his physique has been around for at least six years."

Mallos took a sip of tea:

"You look much better than I do."

"answer the questions."

The watchman stared at each other for a while:

"No idea, but I think maybe someone does."

"who?"

"The Exeters, especially the meteorite man—it is said that he supervised His Highness's outdoor training in Dragon Clouds City."

Vogel choked slightly.

"Yes, the murderer who killed Prince Horace."

Mallos smiled lightly:

"Are you calling him for questioning? Like this?"

There was a moment of silence in the duty room.

Until Vogel leaned forward slowly, as if to see Mallos clearly from the inside out:

"Haven't you thought of another possibility?"

Mallos didn't answer right away.

He sensed in the desolate world: Vogel in front of him was turning into a huge black shadow, igniting everything around him with the indifferent flame in his chest.

strangeness.

What else does Vogel want besides this?

The watchman met the other's gaze.

"I do not understand what you mean."

Vogel's expression became colder.

"Your Majesty and Captain Adrian, do they also 'do not understand' like you? Watchman?"

Mallos' pupils slowly narrowed.

"Then why don't you ask them?"

at this moment.

despair.

The confronting two turned their heads in unison.

Weah next to him looked embarrassed. He pointed stiffly at the broken nib in his hand and smiled badly.

Aware of the existence of the third party, Mallos and Vogel exchanged glances, and both retreated.

Weah breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay," Vogel's tone softened a lot, but his gaze was like the letter of a poisonous snake, licking Mallos' calm face from time to time:

"Let's talk about something else."

Mallos picked up his yerba mate, letting the bitterness hit his palate.

Vogel beckoned, and Weah put a stack of new files on the table.

"Twenty-four imperial knights were transferred from the royal guard to your command to stand by and go to welcome the return of Prince Thales."

"However, he is permanently stationed in the Mindis Hall, following the Duke of Xinghu."

Vogel sneered:

"So, Lord Mallos, how does it feel to leave the Fuxing Palace and set up another hill?"

Another hill.

Weah, who had just relaxed, had to hold his breath again, turned his head, and concentrated on guarding the polyphonic circle.

"In the first few months, the work of the guards was still a little rusty," Mallos thought for a while, as if he didn't understand what the other party meant:

"But thanks for your concern, we are getting on the right track."

Vogel lowered his head and snorted, meaning unknown.

"In fact, the accident at last night's banquet had far-reaching consequences."

The deputy captain picked up one of the reports, and the sharp-eyed Mallos recognized that it was the personnel file of the Star Lake Guard.

There are so many pages and miscellaneous entries in each file on the table, I am afraid that it is not such an exaggeration for the person concerned to write an autobiography.

The old trick of flying the flag.

Damn, whoever drew the sketch can't draw his hairstyle better? After all, he is also a watchman.

"It made me realize that there are many deficiencies in your daily work in Mindis Hall."

The deputy captain is not in a hurry:

"In the team of twenty-four, you selected three from the command wing, eight from the vanguard wing, six from the guard wing, three from the punishment wing, three from the logistics wing, and the flag wing..."

"Only one person."

Vogel paused, with deep meaning in his eyes:

"You don't like us very much, do you?"

Not like?

My old friend, your words are so gentle.

"I chose Hugo Forbe, the flag bearer, because he has a lot of experience and ability," Mallos looked at Vogel, and then at Weah:

"I think one of them is enough for two in Mindis Hall."

Vogel snorted coldly:

"It's not just him."

He picks up a file:

"And Danny Doyle, who almost killed himself last night and got others involved."

Weah on the one side feels that the situation is not good: he seems to be involved in the political struggle between the watchman and the deputy captain of the guard - around the people around the future king.

Mallos smiled and decided to take a defensive position:

"I thought we had just discussed D.D, His Royal Highness Thales has already punished..."

But Vogel's voice overshadowed him:

"You thought you were protecting them."

Vogel shoved the dossier in front of Mallos: it showed Doyle's handsome sketched head smiling at him.

"But as you can see, Danny Doyle has a bad reputation in the capital. He is obsessed with beauty, addicted to makeup, and there are even rumors accusing him of being a slut and a loser."

Mallos looked as usual: In the barren world, the flame belonging to Vogel is getting stronger and stronger.

Aggressive, sharp, and imperative.

The watchman shook his head lightly:

"D.D was born noble and handsome. It's not his fault that he is popular with the opposite sex."

Vogel sneered:

"So last night's gaffe was not accidental, but the inevitable consequence of his consistent indiscretion in life, not to mention the mess his father caused."

"You expect such a person to guard the kingdom's bloodline?"

Mallos stared at the other party, without rebuttal.

It was about the rights and wrongs of the guards, and Weah, who made the record, didn't dare to say a word.

There was a long silence in the duty room.

Vogel pulled out another file, with a colder voice:

"Karen Glover."

"To be honest, I was really pleasantly surprised when I saw the name appear."

Mallos didn't speak.

"Listen to what Staley's report says first," Vogel read with a snort:

"The Glover Vanguard is not sociable, withdrawn and extreme, and has hidden violent tendencies. They call him a zombie."

Vogel put down the report and looked at the other party.

Without arguing, Mallos just raised his teacup and stated calmly:

"The strong always have personality..."

Vogel interrupted him, like a disinterested flag bearer:

"The Glover Pioneer has done something to his own people during the mission, more than once!"

"The most serious time, this bitch bastard severely injured six of his fellow vanguards in Renling City, causing three to retire and one to be permanently disabled."

"Is this what you call personality?"

Mallos frowned.

Hearing these secrets, Weah's complexion changed, and he couldn't help but think about whether he had offended that zombie.

"Although the news has been suppressed, it is a stain that cannot be erased by noble birth. Neither the power of the Glover family nor the shadow of his grandfather can keep him."

Vogel sneered:

"Until you took the warrant and took him away from the confinement well and directly to Xihuang."

"Then a few months passed, and he transformed into the Duke of Xinghu's personal guard?"

Mallos remained indifferent.

In his barren world, Vogel in front of him cast a black shadow, ignited flames, and filled the entire room.

Vogel, he did want something.

From just now to now, everything is just a means.

"Logistics wing, Leo Piroga."

Vogel dug out another person's file, and his voice became calm: "In the early years, he was quite famous in the vanguard, and it is said that he is comparable to Staley."

The chief flag officer changed the subject, with contempt:

"But since he was injured in the desert war, his body has deteriorated greatly, and he has lost his vigor, and he can only nod and bow - I heard that he lost to Prince Thales in training?"

Mallos took a sip of yerba mate, and the bitter taste made him feel alive:

"I'm leaning more toward his 'smoothness'."

Vogel snorted in disdain:

"The blade is blunt, especially light."

"If the will is lost, there is no cure."

Mallos watched as Vogel tossed Piroga's file aside and picked up the next file.

"Guardian, Gianluca Commuto."

"This is a speculator. I heard that he didn't even finish his knight training. He used a lot of tricks to climb up from the position of a police officer."

Vogel scoffed, looking at Mallos:

"Climb to Prince Thales' side."

Mallos raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand the other party's sarcasm.

Weah on one side hastily turned his head to guard the polyphonic circle, in order to avoid the worsening topic.

At the same time, he cursed himself remorsefully, why did he sell his soul for two gold coins, and change shifts with that old fritter Gaitan.

"Why didn't you talk?" Vogel said coldly, "Aren't you quite able to refute?"

"Take your advice, Lord Talon," Mallos raised his head, "self-reflection."

Vogel snorted.

"Mike Zoneveld, the original penalty wing, was transferred to the vanguard wing by you in the Star Lake Guard," the deputy captain showed the next file, "He received knight education in the north, no wonder he is a left-handed sword, see The Northlanders didn't correct him when he was young..."

"But how did I hear that he was having an affair with his young stepmother?"

Mallos sighed silently.

He really didn't know that.

I really underestimated the flag wing.

Vogel turned to the next page, speaking faster:

"And Nate Nehi."

"The master student of the Tower of Ending, the student of the shining line, the genius who broke the record, and the extreme state sooner or later."

The chief flag officer raised his head maliciously:

"It's just that he has a nickname, and the two are connected together."

"One-on-one against the king of heaven..."

Vogel paused, and spat out Nehi's second nickname maliciously:

"Team battle sinkhole?"

Mallos frowned and said:

"About that..."

But Vogel seems to have found the rhythm of the attack and is merciless:

"Nexi is arrogant and selfish, and has no sense of teamwork. Even walking in the queue will step on the heels of the people in front."

"This is the original words written by Mariko in the training report: 'Although this child is highly talented, he is naturally not suitable for teamwork and cannot work with others. Whether it is the battle formation of the empire era or the contemporary star formation, if If there is even one more companion within two meters, the swordsmanship he is proud of will be greatly reduced, and he will even attack blindly without distinguishing between enemy and friend, which will not help the situation by dragging the battle.'”

Mallos sighed inwardly.

Vogel put down the file and sneered.

"Unexpectedly, there are people in this world who say 'one plus one is less than two'."

"Reminds me of your predecessor, Lord Mallos."

The watchman stared.

The other side glanced at Mallos:

"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 sarcastically:

"Sure enough, geniuses all have something in common."

yes.

And you, Vogel Neurotic Talen, have something in common with your ex.

Mallos reminded himself not to fight back with sarcasm—maybe it's a bad sign that his desires in this regard have grown stronger after living with some unforgiving star boy for a long time.

In the dead world, Vogel's shadow grew bigger and bigger, with flames all over his body.

Confident, greedy, ruthless.

Also more and more empty.

Next, Vogel opened the files like a deal, and Weah on the side carefully took over the files he had read:

"Punisher, 'Gardener' Gray Patterson, to be honest, Facundo should be very grateful to you. He has wanted to get rid of this deputy who was born in the seven servants but can't move lightly for a long time."

"Logistics officer Shi Tuo? You really know how to choose someone. I heard he will retire in a year?"

"Guard Wing, 'Iron Tower' Bastia, a person who can't even run in a hurry..."

"Guard Wing, Gao Lao Franzuke, a guy who is afraid of both water and heights?"

"Guard Wing, Stupid Ferry, is said to be manic."

Mallos remained silent.

Vogel continued to sneer:

"Pioneer Wing, Grimace Fu Lateng, is so unpopular that he can only sit at a table by himself at lunch."

"Pioneer wing, Supa Langley, 'Poop', oh, that's a really interesting nickname."

"And José Custa 'Bronze', a foreigner, and a son of thorns."

"Leo Morgan, the guy you promoted from Canxing's private soldiers on your own initiative, has not even decided on the establishment of the guard, so he went to Xihuang with you to meet the prince..."

Speaking of this name, Vogel's complexion changed.

"But the most important thing is..."

He held up the file, and the sketch showed a shady man with scars on his face, enough to stop a child from crying at night.

"Morgan, a veteran who murdered his superiors on the battlefield?"

Vogel slapped the table angrily:

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Mallos looked at Leo Morgan, who looked like a murderer in the file, with a calm expression, not knowing what to think.

"This is the 'guard elite' you selected? For the successor of the stars, the most important weapon of the country, you have selected such a group..."

The deputy captain gritted his teeth:

"Defective products?"

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