In Eternal Star City, the craze caused by the return of the prince has been reduced (or just closed the backlog and waited for the next outbreak), at least the closed Mindis Hall is no longer as crowded as before, and Tails has enjoyed a rare period of cleanliness.

But that doesn't mean he's comfortable from now on.

From the next day, before His Royal Highness Tails had time to fully enjoy the power brought about by his great status as "the master of Mindis Hall", the royal teaching group led by Gilbert ("the royal family's little fresh meat packaging company" - the Duke's angry words) drove into Mindis Hall in an orderly manner.

First of all, the teacher of grammar courses, including the ancient imperial and general elves, was a well-known scholar of Bona University in Wang Li's grammar school.

To be able to invite him, it is necessary to say that it is good quality and low price.

On the one hand, the bald head of Bachelor Bona is smooth enough to reflect the light, which saves a lot of lamp oil and saves resources.

On the other hand, his soft, low and choppy ("I'm dying" – mean D.D. who can't speak out loud anymore) forced the entire Mendis Hall to be absolutely quiet during school hours, for the benefit of the environment;

Thirdly, his profound knowledge and breadth of field almost condensed the prince's five subjects (grammar, logic, rhetoric, ancient imperial and elven literature) together, and gave Tails the answers to the following questions:

How much does a language whose order is completely different from that of a "subject-verb-object" (such as the troublesome Ancient Empire and the damned universal elf) change grammar? How do they affect the principles and expressions of logic? What are the rhetorical challenges posed? How do they affect the current way of speaking and speaking? How do they change people's habits of thought? and, finally, how do they ruthlessly eat away at Prince Tails' precious sleep time?

("Your Highness, you, you said you, you can't finish reciting?, then, it's late, go to bed later...... Anyway, you young people say that it is a lie to go to bed early, and you don't sleep if you do everything in bed...... What, bad for the head, the hair? Oops, that doesn't matter...... Your Highness, do you know wigs, who in the court does not wear wigs and wigs...... Hey, Your Highness, isn't it tall enough for you to put on the crown......" - the trembling and trembling prince of the prince three degrees of color)

In contrast to Bonner's extensive and long-term vision, the Foreign Secretary's goal was simple: to transform Prince Tails into a human form in two months' time, from the Ancient Empire to the Kingdom of the Stars: An Encyclopedia of Two Thousand Years of General History.

("Your Highness, I must correct your joke, it's just the 'Index' of the Encyclopedia, take it to bluff...... Ahem, it's enough to show your erudition. —Serious Gilbert)

As for the mathematics class, it was perhaps one of the few classes that could bring solace to His Excellency the Duke of Star Lake, and Jurio was quite amazed by Tails' geometry and algebra skills, especially when the prince spent six years in vain in "Exeter where the bird does not lay eggs".

But to Tails' headache, as Julio's confidence in him grows, the former, excited to teach an unprecedented "prince of mathematicians" ("When you're crowned, remember to allocate funds to us — look, how beautiful and cute are these naughty little formulas, don't you look like you're smiling at you?" — Julio Bachelor waving his orchid fingers) is enthusiastically and rapidly expanding their syllabus.

One day, for example, Julio finally combined algebra and geometry, and began to plan for Tails to use algebraic equations to measure the trajectories and changes in the movement of celestial bodies.

("None of these basic equations are right, right, the operation of the stars is too weird...... And you know, is it possible for us to grasp these immeasurable movements? A few scholars from the Dragon Kiss Academy have imagined that the answer can be obtained by dividing this process of movement into different parts, and then it will be divided all the time, and I will show you the equations they have proposed...... What's wrong with you, Your Highness? Wake up, wake up, Your Highness, you're done with the question before you get dizzy!"

The course materials they use have expanded from math problems in ancient books to real-life figures of national conditions and people's livelihoods, and on several occasions, Julio suggested that they might try to estimate future revenues from the previous national income, or estimate the data of the whole star from the population growth of the central territory. Tails had reason to suspect that if he didn't act stupid and slow down the lesson, it would really only be a matter of time before some terrible bell curve and the series of concepts that followed it appeared in the book.

As for the nature lesson, thankfully, the well-informed Lord Monton was often humorous and engaging when he spoke of astronomy, geography, and human customs—if the prince hadn't interrupted him from time to time to embarrass him.

("Why is the Solstice Star in the East?? What is the composition of the Crystal Mine? If we kill all the whales one day, will we not have the eternal oil to use?"Are werewolves and vampires really cursed monsters, and have anything to do with wolves and bats?"Is the Dragon's Kiss Land a basin, so isn't its climate a little strange?Is it really a natural formation of fog and whirlpools in the Misty Sea? There are so many eyewitnesses to the legend of the sea monster in the Devil's Sea, and no one doubts it? Why can the belief of Sunset and the Bright Moon coexist with their temple church?") The cannibal flower is like a dragon, how can it cope with their energy consumption? Is it really the capital of triumph and the homeland of the empire under the eyes of the end of the sea? How do the blood clans of the Feast Collar rule? There must be different terrain and climate within the Great Desert? Is it true that the desert city of Caligli is real? Why didn't the great force that created the Great Rift form a whirlpool and suck the two continents into it? Where did the plague of the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Sea begin to erupt? Why is the interval between the eruptions of the Sangla volcano so short? The speed of going from different ports to the Eastern Continent is different, is it because of the direction of the ocean current?" - His Royal Highness's "100,000 Whys". ）

In the art class, after seeing and listening to the paintings and lute performances carefully prepared by the Duke of Xinghu, the prestigious Master Uhlan gently told Tails: To learn art, you don't have to be an art creator, you can also be an art appreciator......

In short, the Prince's refresher classes that had been without respite for the past week had made Tails miss his former Valhalla life more and more - except for the dead face.

Why, why didn't you tie the little slippery head to class in the first place?

Tails, who felt his body hollowed out every day, thought silently in tears.

It would be better to let him go back to the desert.

At least the orcs wouldn't force him to memorize the seven cases of the ancient imperial language, three parts of speech, four tenses, three voices, four pronouns, five word orders, and eighteen different sentence patterns that could be declensed according to the situation, including complex pronunciation rules—in comparison, the modern imperial Chinese of the general in the Black Path was too simple.

Or the twenty-two intonation variations of the universal Elf—oh my God, that's a vocal lesson.

In the Mindis Room, Tails felt so much pressure that he even forgot about his debut banquet two months later, let alone the power vortex in the Fuxing Palace.

Even some of the "special" courses that should be a little easier are the same.

Like now.

"Do you feel it, Your Highness Tails?"

"As your weapon, it's so strong, straight, hard, and so resilient and resilient......"

A gentle, easy-going voice sounded from the side of his left ear, and then slowly wound around his right ear, tickling.

But it is also so impulsive, wild, uncontrollable, eager to free itself, to spread wild, to conquer...... But you can't obey easily, you have to control it, don't let this wild horse get out of the gate easily......"

Tails' cheeks were red and his breath was short, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the sound in his ears.

"Waist strength, hand steady, yes, that's it, keep this posture and direction, try to straighten, don't tremble......"

Sweat ran down Tails' cheeks, and he shuddered.

Worst!

The voice became stern:

"I know it's hard, but you have to hold on! Stretch! Straighten! Lift!Don't let it fall......"

But Tails could feel that he had ......

No.

Uncontrollable numbness permeates the whole body.

Oops, noos.

He, he couldn't hold on......

Tails felt dizzy in front of him.

He's about to ......

Coming soon......

Yes!

Finally, with a dull dull sound, the practice sword in Tails' hand fell to the sand, along with the weight wheels hanging from the sword.

Duke Xinghu breathed heavily, his arms aching, and his gloves were covered with sweat.

Footsteps sounded, and Marios walked up from behind him, staring thoughtfully at the sword on the ground.

"Time...... It's a little short, isn't it?"

Tails shook his aching arm in chagrin and stomped his foot in the makeshift training ground in the courtyard to soothe the numbness.

"It's all right," said the prince, smuffly.

"I'm just not used to it. ”

"Northlanders don't teach like that. They tend to ...... Confrontation training. ”

Marlos snorted lightly:

"Perhaps...... Should you go back to the Northland?"

Tails choked.

The setting sun shone down on the courtyard of the Mindish Hall, stretching the figures of Marlos and Tails on the ground.

Behind them, Doyle stood under the pillars, talking to Crofo beside him.

"Obviously, our Royal Highness the Prince has not undergone systematic training. ”

Doyle shook his head:

"It seems that the Northlanders who are good at fighting have limited abilities. ”

Glove pursed his lips.

That's right.

At this moment, Tails was listlessly taking the "martial arts lesson" taught by Lord Marlos himself, and it was obvious that after a full day of brain torture, the Duke was not very interested in the standing stump of the captain of the guard.

But Marles seems to have been content with it.

"The sword style and the sword stand were an important part of the ancient knight's training," the watchman still had the same polite and smiling expression, not at all bothered by the prince's failure and attitude:

"In particular, the 'Seventeen Swords of Knights', which is a classical and orthodox knightly skill, has been passed down to the court since the empire. ”

"After the establishment of the country, it has been carefully studied by countless masters, and it has the appearance it has today. ”

Under the watchful eye of several members of the royal guard, Marlos walked into the arena and gracefully picked up the prince's metal practice sword, he hesitated for a moment, and did not pick up the weight wheel with him.

"Every gesture has been carefully considered and verified," Marlos handed out the sword in reverse, gentle and elegant, without a hint of impatience:

"And you need to put your whole mind into it, follow through to the end, make it the best, let it seam deep into your body, and turn it into energy. ”

Tyres, whose mind was still full of declension and arithmetic, sighed and took the sword that Maleti had handed him.

But as soon as Tails twitched, the long sword didn't move!

Tails was taken aback and came back to his senses from his listlessness.

He looked up and saw that the blade of the sword was firmly held in the palm of Marios's hand, and he did not let go.

"So that at any moment of the fight, you can return to the most familiar and safest position. ”

Marlos looked at him deeply and began to become serious:

"For example, every time you attack a sword, no matter what the outcome of the battle, you have to instinctively and quickly return to the defense and stay vigilant. ”

In the next second, Marios suddenly let go, and Tails shook by inertia before he could stand firm.

Faced with this not very friendly "reminder", Tails smiled reluctantly and skillfully shook a sword flower:

"Even when the enemy is dead?"

But Marlos's eyes were cold:

"Even when the enemy is dead. ”

Tails a rin.

Marlos continues:

"I guess the Northlanders didn't teach you the word 'back strike'?"

"Even if you cut off your opponent's head, his torso still retains inertia and can continue to perform his pre-death moves for a second after death - such as cutting off your head as well. ”

Tails paused slightly.

"In fact, the Northlanders taught. ”

The young duke rolled his eyes to find that D.D and Glover were watching from a distance, and the former yawned unceremoniously.

"It's just, you know, they're going to face a near-death counterattack from the orcs," Tails shrugged, deciding to take the lead on the topic and hurry up to finish today's share:

"If you let that magnitude counterattack come out, whether you block it or not, whether it is a strong sword body or a weak sword body, it is basically a matter of the moment, and it is of little significance to return to defense. ”

"Therefore, they emphasize offense as defense, advocating situation suppression and pursuit of victory......"

"I think the perfect fight is to have the opponent defenseless from the beginning to the end. ”

Tails shook his head: Nicola the Meteorite, Tulha, the Burning Knight, Monty the Raven......

Well, the Northland masters he has encountered don't seem to be particularly good at defending.

On the other hand, on the side of the Kingdom of Stars, from the Flower of the Fortress to the Wings of Legends, and even the Knight of Punishment in the Prison of Bones......

As for Kingdom Fury......

Well, that's an alternative, something that even the Northlanders are afraid of.

But Marlos looked at him deeply, then took two steps forward, pressed Tails' shoulder, and pressed it close to his ear.

"Then you better remember that your life is worth a lot more than most people. ”

"You need to live, Your Highness, not just die a moment later than your opponent. ”

"Survive. ”

Marlors's tone was wary and mysterious, with a ghost story vibe, which made Tails shake subconsciously.

"And most of the opponents you'll encounter in the future, if any, will be human," Marhros said with a blank look on Tails' shoulder, "and a timely and smart return stance is extremely important in the face of their 'back strikes.'" ”

Marlos's smile is long gone:

"After all, you're learning swordsmanship, not suicide. ”

Tails frowned, feeling the other party's unhappy emotion: it seems that he offended him by being careless just now?

Marlos walked out of the field and said coldly:

"Go back to the sword posture just now and hang up the weight. ”

"Try to hold on for another half an hour and let the body get used to it. ”

Half-hour?

Tails instantly turned into a bitter melon face.

From six o'clock in the morning to now, he had just experienced a full twelve hours of ......

Does he still have dinner?

Marlos didn't look back:

"I know it's boring, it's empty, it's hard, there's no opponent and no goal. ”

"You're the only one. ”

The watchman's words implied a chill:

"There is only loneliness, loneliness, forbearance, perseverance, and no other helper or enemy. ”

Tails exhaled.

"In fact, your worst enemy is living in your own will. ”

Marlos turned abruptly, his tone extremely determined:

"Kill it. ”

"Take back your will. ”

Tails couldn't help but raise an eyebrow again.

It's true?

A training session, why do the lines look so much like an inspirational story......

But belly slander is belly slander, and Tails can only obediently do it, pulling out the standard knight sword posture, and trying to make his body meet the requirements.

It's just that the spirit is a little floating.

Tails thought helplessly.

Soon, only ten minutes later ("Shouldn't it be time?"—sweaty anticipation), the tip of his sword began to tremble, and his movements gradually became deformed, somewhat unbearable—muscle strength was never Tails' strong suit.

But this time, Tails secretly called out his most familiar comrades.

Soon, the wave of habit insidiously and obediently followed the order, spreading up his right arm, soothing the sore and loaded muscles and infusing them with a steady stream of new energy.

Tails gritted his teeth and exhaled: yes, he felt better.

The trembling of the tip of the sword slowly subsided.

He tried to stretch his body and returned to the most standard knightly sword position.

Outside the field, Marios, who was observing carefully, lit up and began to nod.

Even Gloufo and Doyle were caught in the eye.

"Wow, I underestimated him before. ”

Doyle scratched his head:

"The Northlanders still have some skills. ”

Although he did not enter the senses of hell, his hearing was more or less enhanced, and the words faithfully reached Tails' ears.

The prince curled the corners of his mouth.

"Not bad......"

Marlos walked into the arena with great interest.

"Very good, Your Highness. ”

"In fact, far more than I estimated. ”

Tails couldn't help but straighten the line from his arm to the tip of the sword.

Until Marus nodded clearly, smiled mysteriously, and said:

"That's a good ......"

The watchman's gaze swept over Tails' steady arms and standard posture, and in his gentlest and graceful tone, he exclaimed:

“...... What about the power of the end. ”

At that moment, Tails, who had devoted all his life to maintaining his sword posture, was shocked!

He said...... What the?

The tip of his sword trembled slightly.

On the other side, Glovo and Doyle looked at each other, puzzled.

Marlos smiled lightly.

But suddenly he reached out and grabbed the hilt of Tails' sword!

Suddenly, the already active Prison River sin surged, making Tails subconsciously pull his wrist back!

The huge force surged, and Marios's face changed at first, and then the corners of his mouth curled and let go of the hilt of his sword.

As if something had been discovered.

Tails took two steps back by inertia and looked at Marles in disbelief.

Boom!

With another muffled thud, the weight wheel slipped off the blade of the sword again, rolling hopelessly on the sand for the last time.

The captain of the guard moved his hand unhurriedly and nodded slowly, as if he was still reminiscing about the time he had just wrestled with the prince.

But his expression calmed down, as if he understood the truth.

Tails understood something, and it became more and more incredulous.

Since six years ago......

It began when a strange power called the Sins of the River of Hell first awakened from within him......

Except for the black sword, which has the same power, no one has ever taken the initiative to discover his secret in the past six years.

Whether it's the enemies of the Northlands and the Desert, or the old people of the Old Land of the Stars.

Tails is also happy to hide himself and save his hole cards - whether against the Falling Star and the Death Crow, or against the Shadow Shield, his last hole card has worked well.

But......

Tails looked at Marhos in a daze.

Today, the Sins of the River of Hell......

Finally......

was discovered.