Fuxing Palace, the royal guard duty room.

"Lord Marlos, you mentioned Prince Tails' finishing power, is it the Raging Sea?"

As the chief flag bearer and deputy captain of the guard, Vogel no longer dwelled on the prince's sexuality, and he changed the next report, using his afterglow to shock the flag officer who was scrambling to wipe the stains.

But as the target of the interrogation, Marlos felt that the repression in the room was even more pretentious.

"Yes. ”

The watchman stood in his dead and barren world, feeling the emotion coming from Vogel with a blank face—anger to the extreme, but to flatten, only the undercurrent surging.

"When did you wake up?"

"Given that His Highness is fourteen years old, it should not be that long ago. ”

Vogel flipped through the report and kept his eyes on Marlos:

"Awakening at the age of fourteen is almost the earliest recorded...... Don't have an exact time?"

"Lord Taron," said Marlos, looking helpless, "I've only known him for a few months. ”

Vogel stared at him for a long time, but the watchman was calm and unflawed.

"What do you mean in your report that it's a 'variant' of the Raging Sea?"

Marhros pretended to be serious:

Literally. That means that at some point, it will exhibit different characteristics than the Raging Seas we know, as the power of the end varies from person to person. ”

Vogel snorted coldly:

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

Marlos smiled, polite.

"Maybe you forgot, but I'm the watchman of the guards, the watchmen of the legacy. ”

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

"I've had access to the Guard's Eternal Archive - there's a lot of record of the Wolf Enemy, including his incredible finishing powers. ”

"If in doubt, Lord Talon, you are always welcome to apply to Your Majesty to enter the Watch Chamber and access the top-secret archives. ”

Vogel was silent.

But at that moment, Marios could feel the flames in Vogel's chest jumping.

Manic, restless, bored.

He cares.

Marlos told himself.

It's been more than a year since the Watchman finished the selection, but this guy still cares.

Why?

Why is everyone worried, obsessed, and crazy about what is not obtained?

The atmosphere was a little strange, and Weah on the side couldn't help but swallow his throat.

A few seconds later, Vogel moved his knife-edged lips:

"No need. ”

Marlos smiled in response.

"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 quality of a flag bearer: "Is that so?"

"I don't know about this, it is said that His Royal Highness's living six years ago was taken care of by Ms. Jini......"

But Vogel refused to let him go easily:

"But I'm asking you. ”

Marlos was silent for a few seconds, then bowed his head.

"It should be. ”

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

"At least in martial arts training, no matter how poisonous he gets, he can jump around quickly. ”

Although he likes to sleep on the floor and wash his hair every once in a while, he has never had a bad cold. ”

Vogel's gaze flickered back and forth between the other party and the report in his hand.

"You didn't doubt it?"

"It's a good thing that His Royal Highness has an excellent physique, and he hasn't even asked about the secret department, why should I doubt it?"

"What about your own guesses?"

Marios' eyes moved.

"The royal family pays me a salary and gives me duties, not for me to guess. ”

"But I am," Vogel said, his gaze sharpened:

"And I'm not asking you, Lord Marlos. ”

The two men in the room looked at each other and exchanged words silently.

Weah on the side only felt a lot of pressure, so he became more and more meticulous in adding tea and water to the two chiefs.

Looking at Vogel's grim eyes, Marios remembered the countless top-secret eternal files displayed in the Watch Room.

Although in those days, the six wings of the Praetorian Guard were far less in love and intimate than they seemed.

But when did they start to stand out from the flag guards and heralds to watchers and investigators......

What has become so glaring, annoying, relentless, and aggressive?

Is it the era of the virtuous king?

After the Kingdom Secret Department faded its gray cloak and became an official state institution?

After a few seconds, Marlos finally took a step back:

"If I had to guess, that kind of physique may be the special effect of the angry sea, just like the record in the watch file: the 'wolf enemy' can predict changes, and it is almost like a ......miracle to avoid life and death."

But he turned his head around, as if he suddenly woke up:

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

Vogel's breathing stalled for a second, and an undercurrent swelled in his eyes.

In the barren world, Marhos felt that the flame in the chest of the deputy guard captain had risen an inch.

Anger, shame, patience.

Vogel doesn't just care.

Marles told himself sadly.

He cared too much, too deeply, too much.

So he didn't notice it.

It's not like me, locked in it, and I can't extricate myself.

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

"But he's been in good shape for at least six years. ”

Marios takes a sip of tea:

"You seem to know a lot better than I do. ”

Answer the question. ”

The watchman stared at each other for a moment:

"I don't know, but I think maybe someone knows. ”

"Who?"

"The Exeters, especially the Starfaller—it is said that he is the one who oversees His Highness's outdoor training in Longxiao City. ”

Vogel choked slightly.

"That's right, the murderer who killed Prince Horace. ”

Marlos smiled faintly:

"Are you going to summon him for questioning? like this?"

There was silence in the dormitory room for a while.

Until Vogel leaned forward slowly, as if to make sense of Marios from the inside out:

"Haven't you thought about another possibility?"

Marlos didn't answer right away.

In the barren world, he sensed that Vogel was turning into a huge black shadow, igniting everything around him with the indifferent flame in his chest.

Odd.

What else does Vogel want?

The watchman looks up to the other.

"I don't understand what you mean. ”

Vogel's expression grew even colder.

"Your Majesty and Captain Adrian, do they also 'don't understand' like you?

Marios's pupils slowly narrowed.

"Then why don't you ask them?"

Right now.

Click.

The two facing each other turned their heads in unison.

I saw Weah next to him look embarrassed, he stiffly pointed to the broken tip of his hand, and smiled badly.

Aware of the existence of a third person, Marlos 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 a serpent's letter, licking Marios's calm face from time to time:

"Let's talk about something else. ”

Marlos picked up his yerba mate and let the bitterness hit his taste buds.

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

"Twenty-four knights of the Crown, drawn from the royal guard, have been drawn to your command to be on standby to welcome Prince Tails' return. ”

"But he is stationed in the Mindis Hall, with the Duke of Huxinghu. ”

Vogel sneered:

"So, Lord Marlos, how does it feel to leave the Fuxing Palace and set up a separate mountain?"

Another hill is erected.

Weah, who had just relaxed, had to hold his breath again, turn his head, and concentrate on monitoring the polyphonic circle.

"For the first few months, the work of the Guards was a little rusty," said Marhos, who thought for a moment, as if he didn't understand what the other man meant:

"But thanks to your concern, we're getting back on track. ”

Vogel lowered his head and snorted, the meaning of which was unknown.

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

The deputy captain picked up one of the reports, and the sharp-eyed Marlos recognized it as the Starlake Guard's personnel file.

The number of pages and the miscellaneous entries of each file on the table are probably not so exaggerated for the parties to write autobiographies.

The old trick of holding the flag wing.

Damn, who drew the sketch portrait and couldn't paint his hair better?

"It made me realize that there are many shortcomings in your day-to-day work at the Mindis Hall. ”

The deputy captain of the guard is not in a hurry:

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

"There was only one person. ”

Vogel paused, his gaze filled with meaning:

"You don't really like us, do you?"

Don't like it much?

Old friend, you are so urbane in your words.

"I picked Hugo Fubi, the flag bearer, because he has a lot of experience and ability," said Marlos, looking at Vogel and then at Weah on the side:

"I think he's in Mindis Hall, one of them is enough. ”

Vogel snorted coldly:

"It's not just him. ”

He picked up a dossier:

"And Danny Doyle, who almost lost his life last night, and caused others a few. ”

Weah, on one side, felt that the situation was not good: he seemed to be embroiled in a political struggle between the watchman and the captain of the guard—around the future king.

Marlos smiled and decided to go on the defensive:

"I thought we had just discussed D.D., and His Highness Tails had already punished ......"

But Vogel's voice drowned him out:

"You think you're protecting them. ”

Vogel shoved the dossier in front of Marlors: on it, Doyle's handsome sketch head was smiling at him.

"But as you can see, Danny Doyle has a bad reputation in the royal capital, indulging in beauty, indulging in fat powder, and even rumors accusing him of being promiscuous. ”

Marios' face was as usual: in a barren world, the flames belonging to Vogel were growing stronger.

Aggressive, sharp, imperative.

The watchman shook his head lightly:

"D.D was of noble birth and good looks, and it was not his fault that he was popular with the opposite sex. ”

Vogel sneered:

"So last night's gaffe was not an accident, but an inevitable consequence of his consistent misconduct in life, not to mention the mess his father had caused. ”

"You expect such people to guard the bloodline of the kingdom?"

Marhros stared at the other and did not refute.

It was a matter of right and wrong for the guards, and the Weiah who made the record did not dare to say a mouthful.

There was silence in the dormitory for a few moments.

Vogel pulled out another file, and his voice was even colder:

"Glenn Grove. ”

"To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the name come up. ”

Marlos did not speak.

"Listen to what Steley's report has to say," Vogel sneered:

"The Gloveville Pioneer is socially awkward, withdrawn, and has a hidden tendency to violence, and they call him a zombie. ”

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

Marhros did not argue, but raised his teacup and stated calmly:

"The strong always have a personality......"

Vogel interrupted him, like a selfless iron-masked flag officer:

"The Glovover Vanguard has done it to his own people on missions, more than once!"

"In the worst of cases, this bitch's bastard inflicted heavy damage on six of Vanguard Wing's peers in Blade Castle, causing three to retire and one to permanently become disabled. ”

"Is this what you call personality?"

Marlos frowned.

Hearing these secrets, Weah's face changed several times, and he couldn't help but think back to whether he had offended the zombie.

Although the news was suppressed, it was a stain that could not be erased by his noble birth, and neither the power of the Glover family nor the shadow of his grandfather could protect him. ”

Vogel sneered:

"Until you took the warrant and took him away from the confinement well and took him directly to the Western Wilderness. ”

"And then a few months later, he became Duke of Starlake's personal guard?"

Marios was as indifferent as ever.

In his barren world, Vogel appeared in front of him, and flames filled the room.

Vogel, he does want something.

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

"Logistics wing, Leo Piloga. ”

Vogel flipped through another person's file, and his voice became calm: "In the early years in the vanguard wing, he was quite famous, and it is said that he was comparable to Steley. ”

The Chief Flag Officer turned his words with contempt:

"But since he was wounded in the Desert War, his health has not been as good as before, and he has lost his sharpness, and all he has left is to nod his head - I heard that he lost to Prince Tails in training?"

Marlos took a sip of yerba mate, the bitterness making him feel like he was alive:

"I'm more inclined to have him 'slick and sleek'. ”

Vogel snorted coldly with disdain:

"The blade of the sword is blunt, especially the light. ”

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

Marlos watched as Vogel tossed Piloga's file aside and picked up the next one.

"Escort wing, Gianluca Commutto. ”

"This is an opportunist, I heard that he has not even completed his knightly training, and it took a lot of tricks to climb up from the position of a guard officer. ”

Vogel snorted, looking at Marlors:

"Climb to Prince Tails' side. ”

Marlos raised an eyebrow, as if he didn't understand the sarcasm.

Weah, who was on the side, hurriedly turned his head to look at the polyphonic circle to avoid the increasingly bad topic.

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

"Why don't you speak?" said Vogel coldly, "Aren't you quite able to refute?"

"Listen to your advice, Lord Talon," Marlos said, looking up, "self-reflecting. ”

Vogel snorted.

"Mike Zonevid, formerly the Punishment Wing, was transferred to the Vanguard Wing by you in the Starlake Guard," the deputy guard captain showed the next file, "Received a knightly education in the North, no wonder he is a left-handed sword, it seems that the Northlanders did not correct him when he was a teenager......"

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

Marhros sighed silently.

He really didn't know.

It's really underestimating the flag wings.

Vogel flipped to the next page, speaking at a faster pace:

"And Nate Nehi. ”

"The master disciple of the end tower, the student of the shining vein, the genius who broke the rules, and the extreme realm sooner or later. ”

The Chief Flag Officer looked up maliciously:

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

"Single-handedly ...... the King"

Vogel paused, spat out Nexi's second nickname with bad intentions:

"Team battle sinkhole?"

Marlos frowned and said:

"About that ......"

But Vogel seems to have found the rhythm of the attack, and he is relentless:

"Nexi is proud and selfish, has no sense of teamwork, and will step on the heels of the people in front of him even when he walks in the queue. ”

"These are Marico's words in his training report: 'This boy is very talented, but he is not naturally adapted to teamwork and cannot work with others. Whether it is the battle array of the imperial era or the contemporary star array, if there is even one companion within two meters, his proud swordsmanship will be greatly reduced, and even blindly attack without distinguishing between friend and foe, dragging down the battle situation and helping the net. ’”

Marios sighed inwardly.

Vogel put down the file and sneered.

"I didn't expect that there are really people in this world who 'one plus one is less than two'. ”

"Reminds me of your predecessor, Lord Marlos. ”

The watchman's eyes froze.

The other party squinted at Marios:

"One is that when the enemy is against him, the fewer people the better. One is that when you are facing the enemy, the fewer people you have, the better. ”

Vogel shook his head sarcastically:

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

Oh, yes.

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

Marhros cautioned himself against being sarcastic — it wasn't a good sign that he had been living with a boy for a long time, and that his desire to do that was growing.

In the dead world, Vogel's shadow grew taller and louder, and flames filled the body.

Confident, greedy, ruthless.

And it is getting more and more empty.

Next, Vogel opened the files like a card, and Weah on the side carefully took the files he had seen:

"Penistor, 'Gardener' Gray Patterson, to be honest, Facundo should be grateful to you, he has wanted to get rid of this deputy who was born as a seven-servant but couldn't move lightly for a long time. ”

"Logistics officer Shi Tuo, you are really good at picking people, I heard that he will retire in another year?"

"Escort wing, 'Iron Tower' Bastia, a man who can't even run on a rapid march......"

"Guardian Wing, tall guy Franzouk, a guy who is afraid of both water and heights?"

"Guardian Wing, Nerd Ferry is said to be manic. ”

Marlos remained silent.

Vogel continued to scoff:

"Pioneer wing, grimace Vlatten, popularity is so bad that you can only sit at a table for lunch. ”

"Vanguard Wing, 'poop' Supa Langlai, ho, that's a really good nickname. ”

"And the 'bronze' José Cousta, a foreigner, or a son of thorns. ”

"Leo Morgan, the guy you promoted from the Bright Star Private Army on your own initiative, and you didn't even have a decision on the number of guards, so I went with you to the Western Wilderness to meet the prince......"

At the mention of the name, Vogel's face changed.

"But the most important thing is ......"

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

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

Vogel slapped the table angrily:

"Are you kidding me?"

Marlos looked at Leo Morgan, who looked like a murderer on the file, with a calm face and no idea what to think.

"This is the 'Guard Elite' you selected? For the heir of the stars and the important weapon of the country, you chose such a group of ......"

The deputy captain gritted his teeth:

"Defective?"