Kingdom’s Bloodline

Defective products.

Oh, defective products.

The watchman pursed his lips.

He looked up and looked around in the barren world, and saw that every inch was withered and everywhere was incomplete.

Vogel, why do you believe that there are really "excellent products" in this world?

"Believe me, Lord Mallos, I hate to say that about the Brothers of the Guard."

Vogel snorted coldly and leaned back in his chair:

"But obviously, you didn't leave me much leeway."

In the awkward silence, Mallos stared at the other party without speaking for a long time.

Weah on one side has long regarded himself as a dead person, and almost merged with the magic circle on the wall.

Until Mallos sighed.

"What do you want, Vogel?"

The watchman rarely called the other party by his first name instead of his last name, and said calmly:

"If you really want to trouble my subordinates."

"It will be much more effective to directly report to His Majesty, the captain, or even the chief punishment officer, Facundo."

Vogel looked back at him, the anger on his face slowly fading.

A few seconds later, he changed back to the strict deputy captain of the guard.

"Weah Banner Officer."

Vogel spoke softly.

On the other side, Weah, who was trying to pretend that he was not here, subconsciously shuddered.

"Why don't you let go of that poor polyphonic circle and go for a walk outside?"

Weah raised his face from the magic circle he had "repaired" for almost five minutes, his face pale.

"walk……"

He showed joy when he realized something:

"Of course! I happen to be a little tired after sitting for a long time,

Commander Tarun, you are really considerate..."

"Weah," this time it was Mallos, calm and gentle, succinct:

"go out."

"Now."

Weah, who wanted to say something, immediately fell silent.

In a few seconds, he first tiptoed up, out of sight of the two, and then slipped out of the duty room as if fleeing.

Leave the two people in the room facing each other.

And the polyphonic circle with strange light.

"Others may not be able to see it, Tormund," Vogel said softly, calling the other party's name:

"But the flag wing is the eyes and ears of the guard, and is in charge of internal review."

"So after last night, I discovered that these so-called Xinghu guards under your command either have a bad reputation, or a lack of character, or are hard to teach, or are full of trouble, or are secretly full of shit..."

He tapped on the guard file on the table:

"When you became the captain of the prince's personal guard, everyone envied you, but you chose these fringe people and even controversial people in the royal guard to be your right-hand man?"

"Is it easier to control, or less threatening and less likely to cause trouble?"

Vogel's eyes sharpened:

"Maybe I should ask you: what do you want to do?"

Prince's bodyguard captain.

Everyone is envious of being close to the water?

Mallos was expressionless.

You envy, Vogel.

I don't.

Mallos was silent for a moment, then replied:

"You're doubting me."

The duty room was quiet for a while.

Vogel sneered and folded his arms:

"You know, when I saw Duke Xinghu's righteous deed last night..."

He picked up the last file on the table:

"Did I remember anything?"

Vogel was a little dazed:

"he."

"He didn't want to give up his soldiers to protect the king."

Mallos was slightly moved.

Vogel's eyes focused:

"She pawn."

The next moment, the vice captain pushed the file in front of him.

"Pawn."

Mallos lowered his head, and on the file, his own sketch portrait was looking towards him.

indifferent.

calm.

Don't care.

Snapped!

Vogel slapped the table hard, just covering Mallos' last name column.

"I don't know why the watchman has so much autonomy. But after taking over the banner, my job is to keep an eye on everyone in the guard."

"So that the tragedy will never happen again."

The eyes of the two met, and their breaths stopped in unison.

Mallos remained silent.

In his barren world, Vogel's shadow was enormous.

"So, yes, I'm suspicious of you, Watchman."

The flag officer leaned forward, and his shrewd eyes fell on Mallos:

"As you said, many of your files in the watch room are top-secret eternal files—including the bloody year."

"That's why I doubt you. When you became the captain of his personal guard and selected the Xinghu guard for him, you had other ideas."

"Some claims that are far outside the duties of the royal guard, and are not even known to His Majesty and the captain."

Mallos looked at the glowing polyphony circle.

Without waiting for a response, Vogel snorted lightly, with a warning in his voice:

"Tell me, you must have a very good reason for doing this?"

Vogel's eyes turned cold.

"Tell me, what's wrong with the prince?"

"Is there any secret that only the watchmen of the ages know?"

"So much so that you are afraid, cautious, special and even absurd when you act around him?"

Mallos remained expressionless, but he sighed inwardly.

"Tell me, Tormund, otherwise this eternity document will be submitted directly to His Majesty and the captain."

Vogel said coldly:

"Tell me, the twenty-four people under your command, including yourself, were not chosen by you, not because of resentment, but specially selected for that special prince..."

In the next second, Vogel's tone raised chilling vigilance:

"Consumables."

At that moment, Mallos saw in the barren world that Vogel's shadow and flames turned into infinity at the same time, covering everything.

The room was very quiet, only the polyphony circle was running tenaciously, ignoring the oppressive atmosphere at the moment.

After a few seconds.

"Vogel."

The watchman raised his head slowly, and called the other party by his name as he did many years ago:

"What do you care about?"

Vogel was taken aback.

Mallos looked at him blankly:

"I was nominated a year ago, taking away the Watchman job you should have wanted?"

Vogel's expression changed.

"Six years ago, the senior flag winger who escaped from the escort because of your mistake, Colin Semir?"

"Is it the day before you finished your apprenticeship and formally joined the royal guard, you saw the 'Bloody Chant' take away the head of the former king in the Hall of Stars?"

"Is it because the royal capital was robbed in chaos during the Year of Blood, and your parents were killed by the mob in the end?"

Every time Mallos asked a question, Vogel's face turned paler.

"It was the national meeting six years ago, because the second prince was born," the watchman said slowly:

"Among the thirteen noble families, the Talun family, who are distant relatives of Canxing, failed to successfully become the heir to the royal family when the king had no heir?"

"Vogel Tarron?"

The next moment, Mallos stood in his own barren world and saw without any surprise:

The huge shadow belonging to Vogel was trembling, and the boundless flame was erratic.

Longing, apprehension, uneasiness.

and fear.

"When everything is lost, there is always something to hold on to—whether it's the straw or the devil's condition."

"Don't let fear rule your life, old friend," Mallos shook his head and said:

"not worth it."

Vogel's breathing became faster and faster, and his anger became more and more intense.

"If that's your answer, Watcher..."

Mallos interrupted him:

"D.D."

"He has a very special ability."

Vogel narrowed his eyes.

"That's right, most people, including you, may think that he is naive, dandy, thick-skinned, lazy, inexplicable, even foolish, quite unreliable..."

Majoros Pupil Focus:

"But one thing."

"It doesn't matter if you despise, despise, feel helpless, or sigh."

"Most people find it hard to get angry when they get along with Danny Doyle and really get in touch with his temperament."

"It's hard to really...hate him."

"Not to mention hatred and strife."

Vogel changed color slightly.

"As long as he wants, he can close the distance with anyone in a minute, without hindrance or burden, even if the other party is an unreasonable lunatic or a murderous monster."

Mallos looked at his reflection in the teacup.

"Getting most of the world not to hate you—do you know how hard it is, Lord Tarren?"

He said quietly:

"Exercising to the extreme is much easier than this."

"That's why, in terms of ability and quality, Danny Doyle may not be the strongest, but he can get along with the guards, which is quite popular, and he would rather let him come forward when something happens."

Vogel looked at Mallos, the anger in his eyes still lingering.

"There is also Glover Vanguard Officer."

Mallos also stared at Vogel calmly:

"Although he is taciturn and not sociable, he is safe and thoughtful."

"He has participated in desert warfare, and he is the one who has the most thorough understanding of actual combat among the younger generation in the vanguard. Even Mariko, the second-ranked man, may not be sure to win him if he fights his life."

Vogel frowned.

"As for his taint, if you are not limited to cold records and figures, tear apart the prejudices and misunderstandings of others, Lord Taron."

"Then it may be discovered that Karen Glover fought with his peers because the other party has been humiliating his family and background for a long time, excluding him, framing him, and framing him for five full years."

"As the imperial knight of the kingdom, Karen Glover couldn't bear it and was forced to respond."

Vogel frowned and repeated:

"Forced?"

Mallos nodded:

"If I were you, I might pay close attention to the discipline within the guard."

"Think about why there are six people besieging one person in the vanguard wing."

"And why the pioneer wing, known for its strength in actual combat, ended up with three injuries and one disability in a six-to-one fight."

Vogel didn't speak, he frowned and looked at the file on the table.

"As for the others."

"Patterson is eccentric and Stowe is retiring, so they won't be easy buys - especially when the prince is back and everyone wants to jump on him and suck."

"To be honest, Kongmutuo is indeed not perfect, but we need talents who understand the security department and official affairs in the city."

"I don't know about the scandal between Zonavide and his stepmother, and Kusta is indeed a son of thorns, but given the experience of His Royal Highness in the past six years," Mallos said without hesitation:

"It is necessary for us to ensure the geographical diversity of the members of the Guard."

"Niexi is very troublesome. But when we were young, who was not arrogant and self-centered? He may be exaggerating, but he just needs to be tempered, such as a...a durable partner."

"And did I mention that in the desert war, Bastia survived two hammers from the orcs?"

"As for Officer Morgan, the trial of his old case 20 years ago has been completed, and there is no evidence to prove the accusation against him of killing Shangguan..."

Vogel snorted coldly:

"But that's scarier, isn't it?"

Mallos laughed.

"I know the people under me." The watchman said lightly:

"They're not what you think they are."

Mallos looked at his old friend seriously:

"They are not consumables, nor are they abandoned pawns."

"They're people."

The duty room was silent again.

Vogel's gaze faltered between the file and Mallos.

"people."

"people?"

Vogel was silent for a long time, patted the file on the table, and snorted coldly:

"You know, Zhang Qiyi doesn't see it that way."

"Don't trust people—that's the first lesson of flying the flag."

Mallos shook his head:

"A long time ago, about sixty years ago, there was a watchman in the royal guard named Cyril Falkenhauser."

"He said: the command wing is the brain, the flag wing is the eyes and ears, the vanguard is the arm and the guard is the foot, the logistics are flesh and blood, and the punishment supports the spine."

"However, the watchman of the inheritance..."

"This is the heart of the guard."

Vogel was taken aback.

"The brain will be confused, the eyes and ears will be deceived, the limbs will be broken, the flesh and blood will be broken, and the emperor's guards have also been destroyed and lost."

Mallos picked up his own file on the table and stood up:

"But the heart won't."

He pressed his chest and said solemnly:

"Only inheritance continues."

"Witness to eternity."

Vogel stared at him blankly.

Mallos closed his sketch page and piled it on top of the other files.

"I guess, this is the end of the record of holding the flag?"

"If you want, just submit the eternity file to His Majesty, I don't care."

The watchman nodded, turned and left.

Vogel took a few deep breaths and looked at the back of the other party, but he was no longer aggressive.

On the contrary, his face was calm and his eyes were like water.

But in Mallos' world, he saw that the flame in Vogel's chest was shattered and turned into ashes.

Until the deputy captain spoke again.

"Really, heart?"

Mallos faltered.

"Then tell me, old friend..."

Vogel's hoarse voice was like the letter of a poisonous snake, rustling.

"Back then, when you secretly informed and betrayed your father to the Fuxing Palace..."

"When you implicated the entire family and caused unprecedented riots in Eternal Star City. The assassins looked for opportunities to revolt, and the blood spread all night long..."

The steady cup in the watchman's hand trembled.

Vogel's eyes were like knives, piercing his back.

"Tormund Mallos, in exchange for the king's trust, you who have obtained your current status..."

"Outside of the visible archives..."

"Do you really have a 'heart'?"

At that moment, Mallos felt the power of termination in his body collapse.

He saw that the desolate world he lived in suddenly became colorful. The grass grew and warblers flew, full of vitality, red flowers and green grass, colorful.

Coquettish, weird, psychedelic.

Fascinating.

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