Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 563 is as authentic as possible

Why is he here?

Every time he walked in the corridor of the Renaissance Palace, Mallos couldn't help asking himself this way.

The narrow stone window reveals a few rays of light, dividing this corridor into countless pieces of black and white.

And he walked through the light and shadow, in the morning cold, suddenly bright and dark.

Soon, the road under Mallos's feet diverged in front of him: one to the royal treasure house and the watchman's secret room that he frequented, and one to the guard room where he hated the most.

Why is he here?

Mallos stepped onto one of them without hesitation.

Because he is destined to be here.

Passing the precious portrait of Harvard, the "Wisdom" of the King of Renaissance (whose Zhizhu is still so dazzling), the watchman greeted the two royal guard logistics officers passing by, but was sensitively aware that 'S attitude is very peculiar.

It's normal.

After all, after last night, Mindis Hall became the center of attention of the whole Wang.

Mallos thought indifferently.

What's more, the person who is really under these pressures ...

Mallos turned around in a familiar way, pushed a wooden door, and entered the guard's first room.

"So, Via, what are the benefits for the New Year?"

Mallos stopped in front of the wall where the shift list was hung, and greeted the people in the room while taking off his saber and hanging it on the rack.

Touch the weapon and meet the other.

His power of termination is awakened in the body like instinct.

The whole world is quiet.

barren.

Deadly.

Icy.

heavy.

Gloomy.

Until someone is disturbed.

"Mate tea."

On the other end of the room, a young man, the flag-bearing official Weiah, put down his teacup with a bitter face, and raised his head from a desk full of documents:

"A merchant group brought back from the Sant Islands, suffering enough to choke, not selling in the king."

"So the logistics wing brought in a large amount of cheap, 'helpful refreshment.'"

"At least they said so."

Weah was in a depressed mood for unknown reasons.

Mallos controlled his face and made a genuine smile.

"Good," the watchman picked up the teapot and poured himself a big glass:

"Bitter, this is very logistical."

Mallos took a sip, and the taste in his mouth made him frown hard:

"It's especially suitable for your job."

But Weiah, who is usually poor, did not continue this time.

"Don't look at me, Master Mallos," Weah raised her hand helplessly:

"Today, I am just a record."

Seeing Via's abnormal cautiousness, Mallos had a meal.

He was not only depressed, but also tense trying to cover up.

but why?

Footsteps came from within.

New waves appeared in the dead world, which attracted the attention of Mallos.

"You are late," a voice sounded in the room, calm but serious:

"Lord Mallos."

The sound is full of unhappiness.

The watchman turned his head, and he was as old as he was, with a pair of thin eyes and a pair of thin lips, and a man with an expensive and uncomfortable body walked out of the interior and came to him.

It's him.

Mallos didn't change his face and sighed slightly.

Why are you still disappointed?

He knew he was coming, didn't he?

"I didn't expect you to be here."

Mallos put down his teacup and smiled, facing the coming person directly:

"Lord Taryn."

Vogel Tarren, the deputy captain and chief flag officer who met only last night, hummed at him:

"Yeah, I didn't expect it."

Mallos nodded.

Vogel is not happy.

In a dead world, he told himself.

The other party wanted something but couldn't find it, so he was abnormal.

The watchman turned his head and asked Wei:

"What about Gaitan?"

"I remember, he is generally responsible for recording?"

Behind the desk, the flag officer Weiah seriously stared at the words in the pen, unheard of the watchman's words, and seemed to make up his mind, not looking up.

"The flag wing is busy today and understaffed."

Vogel answered him.

The chief flag officer said coldly:

"Thanks to last night."

Mallos smiled slightly.

"Busy? So much so that you, the leader, have to play in person?"

The watchman turned his head and looked directly at Vogel's pair of willow-like eyes:

"Come on ... paperwork?"

Vogel did not answer him, but moved to the desk and pulled a chair away from Weah.

Mallos glanced at it, and Via secretly moved a little to the side.

The next second, Vogel suddenly shouted an old saying:

"The knights are full."

As soon as this remark came out, Mallos and Weaziqi were sullied.

Despite the other thoughts in his mind, the watchman had to respond positively with Weiah:

"Only follow Emperor's Order!"

He did not know the significance of this ancient ceremony.

But from memory, the Royal Guard enforced such rules.

It seems that in this way the style of the imperial guard can be recovered.

He can only obey.

The atmosphere became solemn.

Vogel stared at him silently, as if to test his veracity.

After a few seconds, the deputy guard captain nodded:

"Lock the door, let's start."

Weah took a deep breath and got up to do it.

He pulled a black box out of the locker and took out a piece of bitumen and a rough oval stone.

Mallorus stared.

"So, respected guard watcher Tomond Mallos, please sit down."

Via, while politely asking Mallos to sit down, opened an iron gate behind the wall.

The wall beneath the iron gate is engraved with weird but delicate lines, writing many ancient runes that may only be known to Hao Shou Jing Jing.

Weah obviously didn't understand this, but it didn't affect him to follow the process, embedding bitumen and stones into the complicated holes in the wall.

Move carefully.

Familiar, but also in awe.

Weigh covered the iron gate, and after a few seconds, a wonderful shimmer glowed in the gap of the iron gate.

"What does this mean?" Mallos stared at the lights closely.

"Polyphonic stone," Weah replied gleefully, and it seemed that he also felt very novel:

"Great, right, it is said that it will work ..."

Mallos interrupted him:

"I know what this is."

"I asked why."

Weah froze for a moment and looked at Vogel subconsciously:

"You know, the major records in the royal guards generally need to leave the eternal file, especially the flag wings ..."

Vogel coughed suddenly.

Weah immediately answered the question.

"On the morning of November 1, 679, according to the" Covenant of the Guardian ", the work of the Royal Guard's flag now begins."

"The goal is to keep the guard, Tomond Mallos."

The flag-bearing official opened the record book and was quite satisfied:

"I am the special flag officer Wea Corden, who is responsible for this testimony and records. There is the chief flag officer Vogel Tarren, who will lead today ..."

But Vogel directly interrupted him:

"enough."

"Lijing is very expensive, we will save some."

In Weiah's awkward look, Vogel took the lead in the conversation.

"First of all, about last night in Mindis Hall ..."

Vogel turned a page in his hand and looked directly at Mallos before him, coldly saying:

"Whether impulsively end or acting duel, as the captain of the guard, you know the benefits."

"Why didn't you stop it and instead indulge Prince Thies' impulsive move?"

Mallos ’s eyes were taken back from the wall inlaid with polyphonic stones and crystalline crystals, and he no longer looked at the ancient polyphonic magic circle that had been repaired and repaired by countless amateurs in six hundred years and is now barely available.

He returned to last night.

"I have neither the right nor the power to interfere in His Royal Highness's decision."

"Since he has spoken, I can't disagree with him in a large audience."

Vogel hummed with unknown meaning:

"Is it?"

"But how do I feel that you wanted to go against your superiors last night?"

He hasn't changed.

Mallos looked at Vogel's face, which was as suspicious, mean and hostile as ever.

Just like eighteen years ago.

At that time, Vogel, Fakundo, and Steley, including himself, were all veteran knight apprentices. Even the highest and most experienced Vogel is only a selection of the Royal Guard, not even a formal guard. member.

It's just a group of young people, looking up to the once legend, longing for the illusory reputation.

But he is already sensible, about to reach the age of adulthood.

Witnessed the nightmare of blood.

Panicked.

Out of order.

Mallos shook his head:

"You must have misunderstood, Lord Tarren, I and you last night ..."

But Vogel did not give him a chance to finish his speech:

"Danny Doyle, that D.D., your first-class **** officer."

The chief flag officer looked down at a page of documents:

"His performance last night was very unbearable, even shameful."

"To act arbitrarily for the sake of one's own self, to ignore the prince's safety and to ignore the orders of the superior."

Vogel looked up:

"Is that right?"

Mallos and Vogel stared at each other quietly.

For eighteen years, he and Vogel, their young people of this generation, were trembling and struggling to portray themselves as the most admired, but also the most unfamiliar.

From selected students, to test trainers, to second-class officers, first-class officers ...

Until now.

I thought it was just that.

Can cover up the fear and despair that once.

Become an adult.

Then teach the new generation of young people.

"Yes," Mallos said cheerfully:

"He was stupid last night."

Vogel snorted, meaning unknown.

"As for the first-class pioneer officer, Jialun Glover ..."

The chief flag officer changed a page:

"As far as I know, Doyle broke free from him and endangered the situation."

"Is that right?"

Mallos suddenly felt a little sleepy.

But he couldn't yawn in front of them.

Impolite.

Not very polite.

"I can't deny it." Mallos picked up the mate tea at hand, covering up the yawn, while feeling the bitter stimulation in the dead world.

This made him very excited.

The logistics wing occasionally does good things, doesn't it?

"So they deserve to be punished, do you agree?"

In Vogel's interrogation, Weiah rustled aside.

"Watchman?"

Mallos lifted his nose from the teacup and smiled lightly:

"of course."

Vogel looked at him for a long time and seemed to confirm that the other party was really responding.

He pulled out a report and pushed it backwards in front of Mallos:

"Very well, then you sign a name, I will send it to the chief penalty officer Fakundo."

"Looking at your face, the flag wings will not hold other people accountable ..."

Mallos looked at the flag officer's report in front of him, and caught a few keyword eyes from inside:

malfeasance.

Suddenly.

loyalty.

deal with.

Mallos raised his mouth.

But he still obediently grabbed the pen and opened the report.

"Don't worry, although the mistakes have been made, I think that both Doyle and Glover are excusable and will not enter the guards to confine the well."

Vogel still stared at him, his words softened a lot:

"I suggest Fakundo to only reduce them to second class ..."

Mallorus remained indifferent, he tried ink on the draft, um, he said:

"Then you are really generous."

He is not.

Vogel is eager to do so.

Mallos told himself.

To show the power he had not obtained elsewhere, to numb the pain he felt elsewhere, to cover his decades of irritability.

The world is still dead, making Mallos feel Vogel's emotion more clearly.

But he did so, but still failed to meet.

It's like revenge can't fill the void.

The future cannot make up for the past.

"But there is no doubt that these two are no longer suitable to stay with Prince Thales."

Vogel's words changed:

"I think they should return to their original wings and reflect on standby. The Guard will recommend a replacement as soon as possible ..."

Mallos nodded and looked at the report, then said casually:

"There is only one small problem ..."

Vogel:

"what?"

The polyphonic array flashed slightly, and Weiah frowned, knocking tentatively on the wall.

"I have executed the punishment under the witness of Prince Taylors and the team," Mallos's attitude seemed to be unconcerned:

"Doyle and Glover, they also paid the price they deserved."

Vogel was silent for a few seconds.

"when?"

"Just this morning."

Mallos turned the next page, oh, this is the signature page.

"The specific record is in the second penalty officer Gray Patterson. Of course, I believe Hugo Fuby will report to the flag wings as soon as possible.

Vogel did not speak.

But in a dead world, Mallos felt that the pressure from the other party was rising.

It's like a stove for boiling water.

"this morning……"

Vogel exhaled:

"Did the matter of last night be dealt with in such a hurry?"

"It's really hasty," Mallos raised his pen and dipped it in ink:

"Helpless Prince Tellers is very angry."

"Under the order, we dare not delay."

Vogel frowned hard.

Mallos meticulously paved the report, preparing to sign the most neat and perfect signature in his life on this processing report.

After a few seconds, the deputy captain in front of him slowly sighed:

"Is it?"

Vogel stared hard at Mallos:

"Prince Thales, he is so mean and unconscionable, is he not human?"

At that moment, Weiah next to him suddenly felt a little frustrated and had to concentrate on maintaining the polyphony circle.

As if he really understood the stuff.

Mallos shrugged and began writing letters with a chuckle:

"Hah, you can't imagine."

Vogel lowered his eyes and looked at the beautiful handwriting of Mallos:

"Are you sure you should be punished?"

"I don't know," Mallos dipped the ink and shook his head:

"Of course, if you feel that your Highness is unfair and need to re-sentence, it is not incomprehensible ..."

boom!

The captain of the deputy guard patted the table.

Mallos's pen stopped, and he looked up at Vogel.

He doesn't need to walk in his dead world, he can feel the other's emotions.

"No need."

Vogel stared at Mallos tightly, drawing the paper back irrefutably.

The name was signed in half, and the nib pulled a long line of ink on the paper that was pulled away.

Weah bowed his head deeply-the child had been soaked in the wings of the flag for a long time, and he knew how to speak and watch.

"In general, we are punished without penalty."

Vogel was expressionless.

In front of Mallos, he ripped the report in his hand into pieces and threw it into the paper basket.

"Of course, I forgot."

Mallos put down his pen and smiled at the other party:

"Thank you for reminding."

What a pity, that was his best signature.

Vogel stayed silent for a long time until he had digested his current emotions.

A few seconds later, when the chief flag officer raised his head, he was already in a perfect posture and a correct attitude.

"As far as I know, you have been with Prince Tells for more than two months."

Vogel swept away the unpleasant talent, he took out a report and returned to his current job:

"How is His Highness' character during this time?"

character.

That child's ... character?

Mallos's eyes flickered slightly.

"Destroy a fight."

He said slowly:

"You lose your mouth."

Vogel frowned and looked down at the report:

"Not just martial arts, but also ..."

Meal of the flag officer:

"other aspects?"

Mallos smiled slightly:

"His Royal Highness lives in the North, maybe the Kingdom Secret will be more clear."

Vogel looked up:

"But I am asking you."

There was a momentary pause between the two.

Mallos looked at Vogel quietly.

Just like when they were young.

"Bard."

Mallos spoke slowly, his face unconcerned:

"He likes it a lot, reads it a lot, and sings very well, but it is a plucked lute ..."

"Played like a cat meowing spring."

Vogel frowned again.

"He likes to talk to himself and likes to play chess, but his chess skills are as stinking as D.D."

"He likes to hold a book everywhere and pretend to be a cultured person," Mallos picked up the tea cup, and gradually felt that the tea here was not so bitter:

"But he never read it."

"What about the other?" Vogel interrupted him:

"For example ... some anomalies?"

Mallos raised his gaze.

Vogel's face does not change color:

"We all know that the prince is a genius, different from ordinary people."

Different from ordinary people.

The watchman stayed in a dead world known only to him for a while, and then hummed back to reality.

"Well, His Highness's mouth, which seems to have been poisoned, never spares people, but strangely, his usual temperament is gentle and unhurried."

Mallorius smiled reassuringly:

"Including some disease-free groans and melancholic temperaments common at this age."

"You know, lack of love in childhood ..."

Vogel coughed deliberately!

"Pay attention to your wording, Lord Mallos."

Mallos smiled apologetically.

Interesting.

The watchman stands in the world of death and silence, watching the infinite barrenness ahead.

Vogel has been living in irritability and emptiness, burning in anger.

But he was still in awe.

In fear.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, although I don't know the details, but there is one thing in the Highness, which makes the guards worried ..."

Vogel looked up and listened.

"From all signs ..."

A little thought by Mallos:

"Prince Thales, maybe, um."

The watchman nodded and said in earnest:

"I prefer men?"

At that moment, Weiah, who was drinking tea, was wiped in the face by the huge waves splashing in the teacup, and wiped quickly, embarrassed.

Vogel's report was distorted and ruffled.

The room was extremely silent and embarrassing.

Only the polyphonic circle is still working professionally

"Majoros."

Vogel was expressionless, but his voice sank:

"You know, we used polyphonic stones."

He said innocently:

"This eternal file ..."

"It will be spread for thousands of years."

Mallos smiled.

"Yeah, I know."

The watchman looked at the shimmering polyphonic circle, and his smile was like a New Year greeting, false:

"So we try to be as real as possible, don't we?"

(End of this chapter)