"This place can't be kept. ”

Gallover led his mount and stood in front of a wide, beautiful double-opening iron door, looking at the delicate garden in front of him and the dragon's kiss fountain in the center, and looking at the three-story house with tall columns in front of him, with a serious expression.

"W-what?" asked Doyle, a D.D.D., a guard officer beside him, who was checking his mount's teeth.

All around, the royal guards, who had been assigned to defend the prince, followed the royal courtesy officers and the councilors of the town hall, methodically entered the ornate manor and engaged in a flattering handover and propaganda with flattered local servants and guards, most of whom had been recruited from the outskirts of the Central Territory.

"Complicated terrain layouts, troublesome sentry posts, useless decorations, bright star privates recruited from other places," the gaze of the pioneer officer Clofer swept from the gate wall to the backyard garden in the distance, and the vigilance in it became more and more intense:

"And a labyrinth garden that's bigger than the north. ”

In the midst of a busy atmosphere, the Vanguard officer looked around and handed his mount to one of the Vanguard Wing's subordinates, his brow furrowed even tighter.

"Than the ...... of the North" Doyle beside him subconsciously spoke, and immediately understood something, and smiled brightly.

"Relax, zombie, this is the Mindis Hall, not the Broken Dragon Fortress. ”

Doyle ignored the Vanguard Wing's face, and naturally tucked the reins into the other's other hand, and watched the other man pull away the mount with an unhappy expression of "Where are you Guardian Wingmen?" before turning back with satisfaction:

"And we're not here to fight. ”

Gloufo snorted from his nose.

He looked at the avenue outside the iron gate, and then at the house at the end of the garden, and said in a cold tone:

"The prince was supposed to live in the Fuxing Palace. ”

The pioneer officer's sentence is long and seems to have deep meaning.

But Doyle shook his head.

"No, no, no, although we didn't know each other before, I know that you don't have many vanguard wings......"

Glove pursed his lips.

"It is not clear whether there is a silent room in the Tormond Hall where His Majesty and the Queen are located......"

D.D raised three fingers with a triumphant face, and broke them down one by one:

"But the Ballard Room is very narrow, the Elam Court is a little too high and cold, and the Sumer Room is too dark and too dark......"

"Believe me compared to these famous grottoes in the Fuxing Palace," Doyle gracefully raised his hand to the delicate garden in front of him:

"You'll love it even more. ”

Glovor's eyes narrowed.

"At least, at least there is a Mindis Hall, there is a ......"

Doyle paused, his fingers swiped across the iron gate, the garden, the fountain, the avenue, the main hall, and finally simply pointed to the sun overhead, and smiled indifferently:

“...... Is there light?"

Gloover folded his arms and looked away, snorting paradoxically.

Apparently not very satisfied.

"Besides, do you know how much art value it has?"

Doyle's eyes lit up, and the tone of his words changed.

Gloover frowned.

"Do you know its place in the history of architecture?"

The guard officer turned and stretched out his arms, as if to hug him:

"Let's not mention that this is the famous Xianjun Palace...... But look at this garden, look at this relief, look at this floor tiles, not to mention the art treasures it has in stock!"

"Think about it, if a banquet is held here, the ladies of the royal capital will definitely rush to ......"

Doyle turned around with a dance step, his face full of sweetness.

Gloufo didn't move, just looked at Doyle with a look of disdain.

"What's wrong?"

D.D shrugged, puzzled:

"Is it wrong to love art and beauty?"

Glaufer looked away, he took a deep breath and exhaled stiffly through his nose.

In the distance, the familiar sound of carriages and shouting could be heard, as if a person was directing the carrying.

Immersed in art and beauty, Doyle's face changed.

"Oh no, that's Stowe and Fuby......"

He immediately jumped to Glover's side, his expression was serious, his body straightened, and he stretched out his arm and pointed at the Mindis Hall:

"Hurry up, pretend to be talking to me, discuss the defense post or defense plan, very attentive and serious......"

Glovo was confused:

"What?"

"Only then will we not have to be assigned to help with logistics. Doyle's face remained unchanged, and his lips moved slightly.

Glaufer was still puzzled:

"But...... Why me?"

"Because he never calls the Pioneers!" said Doyle, gritting his teeth.

Surrounded by a group of officials and Bright Star's private soldiers, the logistics officer Stobe and the flag officer Fubi passed by with several subordinates and a few carriages, and left Doyle with suspicion and puzzled eyes, but after seeing the serious face of Glove, they still dispelled their doubts and left.

Doyle breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

The look in Glovover's eyes became more and more strange.

But Doyle did not feel embarrassed at all, he naturally returned to a state of intoxicated appreciation, and his eyes turned to see the young man standing quietly in the gap between the figures under the pillars of the house and the cedar gate in the distance.

Doyle narrowed his eyes and looked at the still, slightly lonely prince - there seemed to be some kind of tacit agreement among the servants and guards around him, perfectly avoiding the prince while busy working, and the closest person to him was at least ten meters away.

But from time to time, they cast cautious glances and swept over the young man who was silent.

"I bet you that kid just got spanked. ”

Glouover glanced at D.D delicately.

As if afraid that the other party would not believe him, Doyle narrowed his eyes:

"Trust me, I know how it feels, he's calm now, but it's all pretended......"

Doyle gazed deeply at the prince's back, his eyes melancholy, quite touching:

"But in the deepest part of his soul, he just wants to find a place where no one is and cry happily......"

Croover looked at him, his brow furrowing more and more.

"It's not for you to put your beak," the vanguard officer coughed solemnly.

"Officer Doyle. ”

But Doyle snorted.

"Come on, the broken sword of the morning...... You're upset too, aren't you," Doyle arched Glove's arm, ignoring the other's ugly face, and gloating:

"I'm betting my whole fortune on you, our esteemed Duke, to finally see someone with a sword heavier than his. ”

Croover didn't answer, he just looked at the porch of Mindis Hall, frowning deeply.

There, the Duke of Tails stood silently.

He just stared at the doorway, silent, silent.

It is as if it is cut off from its surroundings.

"Are you there?"

Tails spoke in a daze:

"Did you see that?"

In response, a calm and calm voice came from behind him:

"Yes, I saw it. ”

But it wasn't the guy Tails expected.

The boy closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

"The private soldiers and servants of the royal family did a good job of maintenance and saved a lot of work. ”

"We will be ready to move in when we have completed our assessment and inspection," said Marlos the watchman, who stepped forward and stood beside the duke, and looked with him at the main hall of the manor, and said intriguingly:

"Congratulations, new owner of Mindis Hall. ”

Mindis Room.

New owners.

Tails didn't look back.

The boy just quietly surveyed the familiar and unfamiliar house in front of him, from the pillars to the gates, from the carpet to the interior.

This time, however, the familiar seems to be greater than the unfamiliar.

Marios seemed to feel a little bit of atmosphere, and he was equally silent, and stood still with the prince.

The servants and guards were still busy, hurrying back and forth, but subconsciously avoided them a little further.

A few seconds later.

"You don't know. ”

Marlos frowned slightly.

I saw that Tails was expressionless, and slowly spoke:

"You didn't know you were going to be stationed here, did you?"

"Otherwise, you don't have to come to the end of your day to assess and check. ”

Marlos was slightly stunned.

But Duke Xinghu laughed.

"You're not even ready to become the Star Lake Guard," Tails lowered his head, a little lonely:

"Because the title of Duke of Xinghu was decided on a temporary basis after you set off, and it was hastily canonized. ”

Because...... A sword.

Mallorston for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, not knowing what to think.

Tails sighed:

"Again, you're not prepared to come...... Mindis Room. ”

In the duke's seemingly disordered words, Marios seemed to hear something, and he stopped talking.

But Tails took a deep breath, and when he looked back, he had already changed his smile.

"By the way, when setting up your defenses, don't forget to prepare silver weapons, and maybe prayer weapons. ”

Silver Weapon ......

The change in topic caught the watchman off guard:

"Why?"

Tails snorted, took a few steps back, and looked at the rooftop and balcony of Mindith Hall:

"Beware of uninvited guests. ”

In Marios's puzzled eyes, the prince's tone was tinged with a hint of nostalgia:

"For example...... Vampires?"

Marlos was stunned again, confused.

But Tails didn't elaborate.

He just sighed again, looked up, and looked at the pillars in a daze.

"It looks smaller," the boy said subconsciously.

"I remember that in the past, the colonnades here were very high. ”

Marios' eyes moved, and he looked deeply at the prince.

With a slight dismay, Tails walked through the porch, and faintly saw three giant portraits on the wall under the chandelier, facing the door.

and the three people in the painting.

One has his back to the setting sun, and his spear is as heroic as ever.

One is based in the deep forest, with the sword and shield in hand, and is as resolute as ever.

One sits indoors, turning books with a cane, as kind as ever.

Looking at the three people in the painting, Tails' eyes were a little wandering.

He subconsciously raised his right hand and pressed it against his chest.

Somewhere in the skin, it still seems to be aching.

"It's the same revisit," Marlos followed from behind, his tone indifferent, "You didn't have such an expression when we saw the Fuxing Palace. ”

Fuxing Palace.

Tails scoffed.

"The first time I entered the Fuxing Palace, I was seriously injured by an assassination, unconscious, and was carried in. ”

Marhos' eyes narrowed.

The prince's expression was slightly sarcastic:

"Revisiting the old place, what kind of expression do you expect me to have?"

But Marlos's answer was beyond his expectations.

"Laughs. ”

Tails frowned:

"What?"

I saw Marius take a step forward, stand with him in front of the cedar gate, and gaze at the statue of the Three Kings on the wall of the hall:

"You need to laugh. ”

"So that they don't have to suspect that your father doesn't like you," said Marios, narrowing his eyes slightly:

Or the other way around. ”

Tails was stunned at first, and then stunned:

"Them?"

Marlos was still indifferent, he nodded, and didn't look at the duke:

"The royal guards are all elites, and they have a keen sense of smell. ”

Tails subconsciously turned around.

Around him, the people of the royal guard were still busy with their own work, either directing logistics, handing over to servants, or assigning tasks......

I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

Tails was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"You know what. ”

"I have a friend who also advised me: laugh. ”

Marlos looked at the prince, only to see the latter take a deep breath, look at the sky from afar, and sigh in a tone:

"Because life is heavy enough. ”

"You have to laugh to make it lighter. ”

The boy was slightly confused, as if he saw the yellow sand again.

"So, does it have it?"

Marios stared at Tails, who was inexplicably emotional, and said coldly:

"After you're done laughing?"

Tails came to his senses and shook his head.

"I don't know," the young man's smile was a little rough:

"Hopefully. ”

The prince turned and was about to enter the porch.

"This place, this manor," said Marlos again, slowing Tails' footsteps:

"Do you know why it's called that?"

This place?

Why the name?

Tails retracted his steps and glanced around.

The prince gestured to the portrait on the far right on the opposite wall:

"Him?"

In the painting, a middle-aged man with gray hair is smiling at him in a friendly manner.

But Marios shook his head.

"Nope. ”

The watchman folded his arms and looked at the hall with a little more respect in his eyes:

"Although it was true that Dr. Mindish III lived here more than a hundred years ago, most people thought it was him...... But no, Mindis Hall, it's not named after Hyun-kun. ”

Not the name of the virtuous king?

This piqued the interest of the teenager.

"Very well," Tails said with interest, turning back:

"Please advise, my ...... Captain of the Guard?"

Marlos didn't care about the faint strangeness in Tails' tone, he turned around and looked in the direction of the Fuxing Palace, his eyes were deep:

"In the year 333 of the end calendar, the twenty-second supreme king was crowned, and his name appeared for the first time in the genealogy of the kings of the stars. ”

Tails raised an eyebrow: ...... How much? Twenty-two?

Is that......

"The king, who was young and sickly, had to move out of the palace and recuperate in the past, entrusting the affairs of the state to his uncle and the royal council. ”

Marios's words were steady, as indifferent as his face, but the story he told was not necessarily gratifying:

In just one year, the young king died of illness, leaving no heirs. ”

The watchman stepped on the tiles under his feet:

Since then, the suburban estate where he died has been named after him in remembrance. ”

Marios looked at the prince faintly.

entrusted the state affairs to his uncle and went out of the palace to recuperate......

The nephew died young, leaving a name to commemorate ......

The story is short, doesn't even have a plot, and isn't very auspicious.

There's even a bit of a ...... behind it Unspeakable.

But Tails still had a "I see" look.

"So, well, the suburban estate," Tails pointed around, trying to answer:

"You call the 'suburbs' of the Twilight District?"

Marlos frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the prince's attitude of grasping the point: "It used to be. ”

"I call this 'urban sprawl'. ”

Tails raised an eyebrow:

"Oh. ”

"Yet three and a half centuries have passed, and as we stand here and speak of the original owner of Mindis Hall," the watchman snorted, looking meaningfully into Tails' eyes:

"Even the direct descendants of Bright Star don't know about the 'Mist King' for a long time. ”

Tails was a little embarrassed:

"I, ......"

But he soon noticed the title mentioned by Marhros:

"The Fog King?"

Marlos nodded.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the precious cedar door, and his tone was deep:

"Both before and after his death, Mindith I, who died young, was known as the 'King of the Mist'. ”

"During his lifetime, his reign was like a fog, seemingly tangible, but in fact qualitative. ”

Behind him, his story came and went like a mist, and quietly disappeared. ”

Suddenly, Marios' eyes sharpened:

"Nobody remembers. ”

"Nobody cares. ”

Tails subconsciously froze.

"So take care of yourself, especially when the whole guard is around. ”

Marlors's gaze focused on Tails, which made the latter, who was still a little negative and lonely, excited:

"No matter what ...... you've been through"

The watchman's tone became cold:

"You know, among the many inconspicuous and forgotten masters of the Mindis Hall, sickness and misery are not your exclusive property. ”

Sick and miserable.

Tails subconsciously swallowed a bite of his throat and rubbed his face.

"But like the King of the Mist......"

I saw the watchman snort coldly:

"No one will remember. ”

Marlos looked in the direction of the Fuxing Palace, his eyes were confused:

"No one cares. ”

Silent.

I have to say that at that moment, it was still a little embarrassing for Tails to be pointed out to his heart and problems.

It took a while for the young Duke of Xinghu to force himself to laugh dryly:

"Thank you...... Encourage. ”

"Lord Marlos. ”

Although it's not that exciting.

But the watchman did not respond to his thanks, but only glanced at him faintly:

"I'll come and let you know when the upstairs room is ready. ”

"Your Excellency, Duke. ”

With that, Marlos strode into the Mindis Hall.

Tails looked at his back, embarrassed and thoughtful.

"That Uncle Wang. ”

The boy spoke suddenly.

Under the portrait of the revival king, the back of Marios is faintly stagnant.

"The ...... of the Fog King An uncle who acts as a state officer. ”

Tails' eyes burned:

"Did he succeed to the throne after the death of Mindis I?"

The watchman's back was still for a few seconds.

"Of course. ”

Marlos turned his head with a deep expression:

Sumei Bright Star, who was in charge of the state, eventually inherited the throne from his nephew, who died early and had no queen. ”

"That is, the 'jackal' Sume III in history. ”

Tails exhaled, knowing in his heart.

But Marlos's words are not finished:

"......"

“...... The body of the Duke of Star Lake. ”

Tails was shocked.

But without waiting for him to ask, the watchman walked away without looking back.

Disappear above the stairs.

Leaving Tails alone, he pondered the meaning of the story.

After a few seconds, the prince smiled with relief.

It's funny.

Whether it is the owner of the Min Dith Hall or the Duke of Xinghu, the stories of his predecessors are all like that......

It's intriguing.

Tails glanced one last time in the direction in which Mallos had vanished, then turned away from the porch and walked out into the garden, smiling as he waited, taking in the busy crowd around him.

He suddenly noticed that among the servants and privates who came and went, two figures were so different, one relaxed and the other slightly solemn standing on the edge of the pool, discussing something in a matter-of-fact manner.

Tails recognized the two men and walked slowly towards them.

"You didn't want to come, did you. ”

At the edge of the fountain, Doyle looked at several maids in the distance and narrowed his eyes:

"You know, the Glaufer family is the best of the 'Seven Servants', the backbone of the pro-king party, and has been deeply trusted and powerful for generations. ”

Beside him, Grove frowned fiercely.

"Your father is the predecessor of Minister Jucoe Man, and your brother is in the Treasury and Taxation Department, and his future is immeasurable. ”

Doyle's attention was still on the maids, and he didn't look at Glovor, and he recounted and sighed at the same time:

"Your Majesty is also enterprising and in the prime of life. ”

"But you're here, chasing this unlucky muddy water. ”

Doyle turned his head and stared at Gloover curiously.

"Why?"

But this time, he seemed to have hit the iron plate.

I saw that Croover also turned his head and stared at each other coldly.

It's like staring at a piece of carrion on a meat stall.

The silence lasted for a long time.

After a while, D.D, who couldn't get a response, could only smile awkwardly and consciously turn around.

"Well, it's okay if you don't want to say it. ”

"But I'm different. ”

Doyle let out a perfect smile at a maid who finally couldn't stand his eyes and peeked at her:

"During the years of our family's prosperity, Doyle was too close to the old magnates, and the relationship was intertwined...... So much so that for three generations, there has never been anyone who can be reused by the Fuxing Palace. ”

Glaufer didn't speak, but he withdrew his gaze.

Doyle looked at the red-faced maid under the wall and turned her head, her eyes a little frozen:

"They are afraid that if this continues, the family's position in the 'Seven Attendants' will be lost sooner or later—like, just like Tardin, Belletti, and ...... who have been in decline for many years."

Doyle paused, looked in the direction of the Mindish Hall, and sighed:

"Marlos. ”

Glovo did not speak, as if he had not heard.

"That's why I'm forced to come here. ”

Doyle raised an eyebrow:

"My father thought very beautifully: from the king's guard to the prince's guard, and maybe finally to the king's guard, and finally to ......"

D.D's face darkened slightly:

"Of course, that's just ...... It's beautiful to think about. ”

Glovover's eyes twinkled.

"After all, it's past the years of eating on the size of a fief," Doyle exhaled lightly, his expression helpless, and his tone was deep:

"And we are neither the six giants, nor the thirteen families. ”

In front of the motionless Glovor, Doyle said quietly:

"We're just...... Squire of the Bright Stars. ”

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