Lorenburg is a little-known place in the Western Wilderness, and it seems to have been carefully chosen to settle down.

Gilbert left early, seemingly to go to the army to communicate with the nobles in the standing army, while Tails, surrounded by the royal guards led by Marhros, left the carriage and entered the castle in front of him, which was as simple as a shield lodge.

He did not see any subordinate nobles come to pay his respects, but the servants who cowered and bowed their heads in the distance trembled and handed over lamps, water, and food, which were then delivered to Tails by the royal guards (who strictly separated the prince from other idle people, etc.).

Even the sentry posts outside the castle were handled by the royal standing army on the periphery.

Even when Tails subconsciously smiled at a little maid who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, hurriedly topping (with a plate on her head) to eat, Marlors's figure would appear at the right time, politely but unmistakably blocking his view.

Until the little maid fled the hall with a pale face under the fierce eyes of the royal guards who filled the hall.

This couldn't help but make Tails feel blocked for a while.

But because he was new to the house and unfamiliar with the relationship, Tails warned himself not to interfere with the actions of the royal guard.

And when Tails walked into the simple, even somewhat rudimentary, somewhat military hall of the fortress, and when he sat down at the long table at the signal of Marios, the feeling of congestion reached its peak.

"The old rule, draw out the two of them, try the meal first," Marhros stood beside the seated Tails without removing his armor or unwielding his sword, and an indifferent voice came from the hall:

"Half an hour later, let the Duke dine again. ”

"During this time, the rest of the Pioneer Wing went to survey the castle, the Escort Wing was deployed as usual, the Logistics Wing went to look at the back kitchen, and the others were in place. ”

Marlos squinted in the direction the little maid had gone:

"And I don't want to see anyone walk into this hall without permission, even if it's a chubby girl......"

"Also, no matter where the Duke is going, eating, bathing, going to the toilet, resting or walking, make sure that at least two people are by his side, and that the Duke can be seen at all times, and if something happens, the three layers of security on the periphery must be able to respond at any time. ”

Hearing this, Tails couldn't help but frown.

Marios's words seemed to be prestigious, and of the twenty-four men standing on either side of the long table, twenty-two took the order and left the hall.

Marles himself glanced at Tails, his eyes were calm and natural, but they seemed to contain some kind of power, which made the hungry and staggered to sit up a little more subconsciously.

"Take care of the Duke. ”

The chestnut-haired watchman left this sentence lightly and walked out of the hall.

The moment Marios' heel left the door, Tails felt the air in the hall soften.

But the good times didn't last long, and the last two people left didn't hesitate to step forward and unceremoniously take the plate from Tails' table.

Under Tails' horrified eyes, they carefully flipped through each meal (even picking up a pie made of unknown ingredients) and took a bite of each one.

Tails looked at the ravaged meal in a daze, and even had an illusion:

He returned to the Northland, to Longxiao City, and to the Blood Courtyard.

No, it's worse than that.

At least the Northlanders won't eat his stuff.

One of them got up and went to the door to stand guard, but the other ......

"Oh no, this pie is made of pumpkins, and it's unpalatable. ”

The member of the guard standing closest to him grumbled bitterly as he broke off another piece of pumpkin pie and gave Tails a sunny smile, "No, Duke, you won't like this...... I'll have to help you wipe out some, you're welcome......"

Tails smiled awkwardly as he looked at the dwindling pumpkin pie.

The knight biting the pumpkin pie held the air in his hands, made a toast motion, and nodded with a smile:

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, it's just a routine check...... Our standing army is camped just outside the castle, and nothing threatens your safety. ”

The knight in front of him said, smiling brighter and brighter.

I feel even more uneasy when you say that......

"No, no, no, my lord, you can't eat yet, you have to wait half an hour, and if I don't foam at the mouth and die on the spot, you can start eating......" The knight took Tails' wrist lightly and pushed him back with force, gentleness but irrefutable.

Tails had to retract his hand that was clutching at the glass.

He recognized the blonde knight in front of him as Delle's "distant relative", Doyle.

"So, uh, Marios is your leader, and he's the highest?"

Tyers, who was bored and waiting for the drug test, could only have nothing to talk about:

"You all have to listen to him?"

Doyle patted the crumbs on his hands, raised his eyebrows and nodded:

"Yes. ”

Doyle glanced at the door, and when he saw that Marios was completely gone, he began to smile, walked up to Tails, and set the dishes for him:

"The royal guard has a strict and clear division of labor and system, including the order of the upper and lower ranks, which cannot be violated. ”

Doyle said, his hands moving non-stop, knives, forks, spoons, and different meals were arranged in an orderly manner, in line with the table manners that Tails had learned as a child.

Strict and clear......

Tails looked at the blonde knight in front of him with interest:

"So what level are you?"

Doyle smoothed out a plate of vegetables and smiled:

"Take it easy, Your Highness, it's not that simple. ”

"Unlike the brutal and primitive Northerners and their funny guards, the Star Royal Guard has a long and glorious heritage, and its formation can be traced back to the imperial era of the Imperial Guard......"

Doyle raised his index finger at the fourteen-year-old prince, smiled brightly, and had a friendly look of "tell you a story":

"As a sacred contingent guarding His Majesty's side, the Emperor's Praetorian Guard, according to different duties, we are divided into six wings, and each wing has a chief and secondary leader. ”

Six wings.

Tails perked up and remembered the former royal guards he had seen in the dungeon.

"First of all, there is the supreme command wing. ”

Doyle smiled warmly as he used his knife and fork to separate the two cutlets from his plate.

"This is the brain of the whole guard, the first and second double seats, that is, the captain and deputy captain of the guard, are responsible for the entire guard, have absolute authority, and are only responsible to His Majesty - before being stationed at your side, Marhros was the one who commanded the wing, and conveyed orders and information between the captain of the Adrian guard and the heads of the wings, well, the rank is not high, but the function is not small. ”

"And after he was promoted to watchman......"

Doyle shrugged helplessly:

"So yes, we have to listen to him, both before and after. ”

Command wing.

Captain and Deputy Guard.

Tails thought of Barney Jr.'s father, thoughtfully.

"Then there's the Escort Wing. ”

Doyle took a deep breath, shook his hair, straightened his body, and seemed to suddenly become radiant.

"This is the main body of the royal guard, and it is also the most seen by the outside world, responsible for the personal protection of the nobles," he solemnly set aside two slices of vegetables and pulled them next to the meat:

"Ordinary heroes, great guards, confirm your safety with flesh and blood, and pave your glory with blood. ”

Doyle's words left Tails a little confused.

Looking at the other party's missionary solemn and hopeful expression, Tails narrowed his eyes:

"So, you're subordinate to the Guardian Wing?"

Doyle raised his eyebrows and bowed dramatically:

"Exactly!"

Looking at the other party and the honorable look, Tails nodded suddenly.

Got it.

"Under Danny Doyle," Doyle smiled and pressed his chest:

"Lord Duke, the most reliable of your six bodyguards. ”

Tails blinked.

The blonde Doyle blinked his left eye and looked dashing and dignified:

"Or to put it simply, everyone likes to call me D.D. ”

Tails froze.

“D.D？”

The prince repeated with a strange expression.

"You don't have a sister, do you?"

Or is there a brother called?

Doyle froze.

“？”

Doyle rolled his eyes in confusion.

"Ahem, it's okay......"

Tails coughed vigorously twice, and said seriously:

"It's just a Northland joke......"

"Oh~" Doyle looked abrupt and raised his tone.

"So, Doyle," Tails looked at in surprise at the plate in front of him that was about to be turned into a work of art:

"When you were younger, they would call you—'Little D.D.'?"

Doyle was stunned again.

"What?"

Tails pulled his eyebrows and shook his head:

"It's nothing, I often tell boring jokes about the Yankees, just get used to it. ”

"You continue. ”

Doyle blinked as if he didn't understand.

"So I'm talking about — oh yes, the other part of the Royal Guard, the image of the Guard that often appears in bard poetry, the lovable and charming villain, but with the power to decide in wartime: the vanguard wing. ”

Vanguard wing.

Tails remembered the stubborn little Barney and the neurotic Cannon in the dungeon.

Tails curled his eyebrows:

"So, why is Vanguard a villain?"

Doyle cleared his throat and began to sort out the soup bowls and cups:

"Let's put it this way, our guard wing has a lot of responsibilities, we can't leave the nobles lightly, and we have a lot of time to show up in public, so there are a lot of things, eh, it's not convenient to do this. ”

Doyle's voice suddenly retracted, and his tone became cold:

"So sometimes, when you see someone who doesn't like his head and wants him, or who you like and she doesn't want to, and so on, it's a trivial ......."

Doyle stopped what he was doing, and his face suddenly turned cold:

"At this time, you can ask the younger brothers of the Pioneer Wing to 'run errands'. ”

Look who doesn't like it......

Which girl do you like......

Trivialities?

Run errands?

What the?

Tails looked at him with a strange look on his face and asked rhetorically:

"Really?"

Doyle was still staring at him gravely.

Two seconds later, Doyle in front of him sneered and waved his head.

"Kidding, of course!"

"Although the bard often blows the aristocratic guards like nouveau riche thugs, but under normal circumstances, how could the vanguard wing do such boring things......"

Speaking of this, Doyle's expression froze.

"You know. ”

He said coldly, leaning closer to the prince, and smiled mysteriously with deep meaning:

"First, the general, the situation, the situation. ”

Tails was a little laughed and cried by his performance.

"But you say they have the 'right to decide in wartime'......"

Doyle waved his hand:

"Oh, that doesn't matter......"

Doyle cleared his throat again, grabbed his knife, and began to sort out the pumpkin pie that had been badly tested and only half of it was left.

Then came the least numerous, but transcendent Punishment Wing. ”

Penal Wing.

Tails remembered Luton Belletti, the former chief criminal officer of the Royal Guard, and nodded.

"For example, if you ask us to 'run errands' as mentioned above, but we happen to be caught and stolen," Doyle said, with a look in his eyes:

"Then the Punishment Wing is about to play. ”

"So...... No one in the Guard liked them. ”

Doyle turned to Tails with a look of admonition:

"I'm sure you too—it is said that even the punishments of the members of the royal family are carried out by them. ”

Doyle put down the knife, and at some point, only half of the pumpkin pie was cut into six slices and arranged in a circle around the plate, looking delicate and beautiful, neat and symmetrical.

Tails was amazed.

Doyle shook his head, and shook the solemnity on his face like a trick:

"Then there's the logistics wing, which literally is the most boring part of the six wings, and there are even a lot of supernumerary chores in it. ”

Doyle smiled, pulled all the extra and messy scraps from the main plate into an empty plate, and threw it into the depths of the unlit fireplace, with a crisp sound.

"To be honest, I still don't know why they're keeping this department - I mean, for Your Majesty, who cares if your room is six copper coins or six silver coins a night?"

Logistics wing.

Well, Your Majesty cares.

Tails said silently.

Doyle exhaled:

"In the end, it's the worst, the rank is unknown, and it's out of the flag wing. ”

Flag wings.

Thinking of the dungeon, the former flag bearer Semir, who had fallen to the Sword of Calamity, said strangely:

"The worst?"

Doyle snorted coldly:

"It is said that every flag bearer has a small notebook in his arms, and his usual duty is to spy on us and then make a small report to it. ”

Tails glared:

"Above?"

Doyle rolled his arm and fished out a napkcloth out of nowhere.

Tails only felt a flower in front of him, and the cloth was wrapped around his chest:

"Above. ”

Doyle walked up to the prince's side and straightened the place where the cloth and collar were stacked:

"They are like the secret science of the guard, sinister and cunning, uneasy and kind-hearted......"

Doyle said half-seriously, half-jokingly.

The secret department of the guard.

Yes.

Tails thought back to the different royal guards in the dungeon.

"So this is the 'Praetorian Six Wings'. ”

Doyle walked up to Tails and greeted the guest, swinging his arm in unison.

The prince was amazed to find that not only at all times, but the dishes on the table were arranged in an orderly manner, the dishes on the plate were arranged in a unique beauty (there was no indication that they had been tried for poison), and even the cloth and collar on his body were neatly arranged and angled.

Even to the point where he only needs to move an inch will destroy the beauty of the piece.

"And Your Majesty attaches great importance to your guards, basically, among the twenty-five people around you, the six wings of the Praetorian Guard are manned. ”

Doyle ignored Tails' worried expression of "where to start", and crossed his fingers to enumerate:

"Lord Gray Parson, apart from Marios, he is the highest-ranking penistor in your side, the second penistor of the penal wing, and like his chief, he is basically the type that everyone fears. ”

"Dward Stowe, the master of the logistics wing - don't look at that uncle's smile, it's actually full of bad water, if he wants to fix you in the meal......"

Doyle sighed and shrugged with a chuckle.

"And you saw Galen Grove yesterday, the brown-haired guy behind Marios, who doesn't usually speak, and when he does, even the Earl of Wingcastle dares to scare him. ”

So do you.

Tails said secretly in his heart.

Doyle didn't notice Tails' face:

"Glopover is one of the pioneers, and by the way, that guy is a facial paralyzed guy who doesn't cry or laugh, and we all call him 'zombie' in private. ”

"I heard that the zombie's grandfather served in the royal guard, and the official is not young. ”

Doyle blinked:

"So he grew up knowing a lot about the royal guard—and even the secrets of the old guard from years ago. ”

The phrase caught Tails' attention.

"The Old Guard?" asked the prince.

"Yes," Doyle glanced back in disappointment after glancing at the table and seeing that there was nothing to adjust:

"Eighteen years ago, the royal guard in the year of blood. ”

Tails' nerves tightened.

"Although, the old people in the palace are reluctant to mention the events of the year, and they don't say anything when they ask, it's almost taboo......"

Tails' face darkened:

"Yes. ”

However, Doyle raised his head and sighed with emotion:

"But it is said that during the decades of the reign of the former King Eddie, the legendary old royal guard reached its peak in both quantity and quality. ”

Tails' attention was drawn to him.

"Not to mention anything else, in terms of individual force alone, they have more Extreme Realm masters than any other Guard. ”

Speaking of this, Doyle's eyes lit up, as if he were singing a bard:

"If someone doesn't move, it's enough, if the attack is like thunder, there is no need for a second blow to control the enemy;"

"Some people travel thousands of miles, unpredictable, and kill the enemy during the day without leaving a trace;"

"Someone has a knife in his hand, his head is rolling, and he will not move in the bloody battle;"

"Someone is a thousand steps away, raising his arms and stretching his bow, and it is difficult for the soul of the dead to fall under the arrow;"

Doyle exhaled, full of faces:

The most exaggerated thing is that the legend is that the guards at that time, there were even people who could defeat a hundred, outnumber, and thousands of troops, Monet. ”

Doyle's tone calmed down.

With one enemy against hundreds, with outnumbered people......

Thousands of troops......

Tails remembered the majestic, but crumbling lonely figure, and was distracted for a moment.

"Yes. ”

Tails' eyes moved:

"So, what about the current Guard?"

"Now?"

Doyle blinked, the corners of his mouth curled.

"And now, the vast majority of the people in the guard have been reorganized after the bloody year, you know, the people's livelihood is withering, whether it is nobles or commoners, it is not easy, and the super-level good seedlings trained on the battlefield and in the army have long been swept away by the newly rising three marshals. ”

"I've heard that the current Chief Pioneer Officer, Stely, is at the extreme, but he doesn't have any famous achievements...... Because of this thing in the Extreme Realm, unless you really shake the other Extreme Realm, others will admit that you are too, otherwise ......"

Doyle shrugged, the yearning in his eyes turning into regret.

"It's a pity. ”

"I wish I had been born in that era and had seen the splendor of the Guard, which had never been greater. ”

But Doyle shook his head.

"No, there's nothing to be sorry for, after all, it's also a disgraceful guard. ”

Tails' eyes moved:

"Shame, what do you say?"

Doyle sighed slightly:

"Don't you know? It's the same guard, in the bloody years, they were poorly protected, poorly dispatched, and lost their advance and retreat, and finally lost the Fuxing Palace. ”

"I also buried it with my own hands...... The royal guard at its best. ”

Poor protection and poor scheduling......

Tails subconsciously clenched his fists.

"It is said," Doyle's face was full of complexity, and he didn't know whether he was disdainful or helpless:

"It's just that it's said that there are even people in that group of guards who have a foreign enemy. ”

Inside the foreign enemy.

Tails' fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"Watchman. ”

Doyle was stunned:

"What?"

Tails raised his head and asked seriously:

"You just said that Marios was promoted from the command wing to watchman a year ago. ”

"Which of the six wings does he belong to?"

"What do you do?"

Encountering this problem, Doyle was also stunned for a moment.

"Watchman?"

He frowned:

"To be honest, I didn't even know this position existed during my first eight years in the Guard, until Marios was promoted. ”

"But there's speculation in the team, you know, watch, watch, watch, so we guess it's a character who stays in the dark and secretly guards the watch......"

Speaking of this, Doyle rolled his eyes and said jokingly: "For example, when the nobles go to Hongfang Street in private, and it is inconvenient to bring the guards, the watchman will secretly follow and wait by the bedside......"

Tails had listened carefully until something didn't quite right.

Looking at Tails' expression, Doyle raised an eyebrow:

"By the way, Lord Duke, you're still young this year, but do you know Hongfang Street?"

Red Square Street?

Without waiting for Tails to answer, Doyle cocked up his index finger and laughed:

"Oh~ Oh, I haven't been there since I saw it!"

"It's okay, I'll take you to play when it's empty another day-"

Right now.

"Doyle. ”

A clear but loud voice.

In that second, Doyle flawlessly, turned around, smiled, bowed, and did it all in one go:

"Oh, look who's coming, Lord Marios! Hey, and you, zombies—I mean the Glovo Pioneer!"

Doyle opened his arms enthusiastically and looked at the third person without embarrassment:

"Welcome, Count Cassel!"

Sure enough, Marlos the Watchman and Gallover, the Pioneer Officer, appeared in the foyer, while Gilbert followed them, smiling at Tails.

Tails smiled awkwardly.

Marlos smiled perfectly and indifferently:

"Doyle, I heard you're interested in Red Square?"

"Oh, you're talking about this......"

Doyle looked like he had just remembered, and suddenly said:

"Of course, I'm trying to popularize some of the Duke of Tails, well, what he should know - common sense. ”

Common sense?

Tails sighed and silently looked away.

"Common sense?" Sure enough, Lord Marlos narrowed his eyes, and Gallover, who was beside him, snorted unceremoniously.

"Exactly. ”

Doyle turned to Tails without shame:

"Geography common sense. ”

"Regarding the administrative division of Yongxing City, my lord, as we just said, Hongfang Street is against Linhe Street, separating the West Ring District and Xiacheng District......"

Marios and Glover looked at each other, one smiling lightly and the other disdainful.

And Tails could only look at Doyle in amazement, and his heart welled up with endless admiration.

After a few minutes, Tails finally got his knife and fork and was able to eat, while Marlos and the others left silently, leaving Gilbert to look at the prince with relief.

"It's good to see you and Danny having a great conversation, Lord Duke. ”

Tails smiled helplessly and slashed mercilessly, destroying the flawlessly arranged, art-made staple.

"I don't have any other choice, do I? ”

Gilbert laughed heartily:

"Relax, Your Highness. ”

"Whether it's Marios, Glover, or Doyle, they are all from the 'Seven Servants', not ordinary local nobles, and your father believes in them. ”

Tails picked up a slice of meat and mumbled:

"Seven Attendants?"

Kilbert nodded.

"At the end of the battle, the Revival King had seven servants at his side, and the bards collectively called them the 'Seven Acolytes of the Bright Stars'. ”

Again, the Foreign Secretary took on the tone of storytelling, which was not as captivating as the ups and downs of Putira, but it was better than being straightforward and straightforward.

"After the founding of the state, they took root in the central realm, received titles ranging from earls to viscounts, became direct vassals within the king's realm, and their families became powerful arms of the Bright Star royal family. ”

"Six hundred years have passed, and although time has passed, and members have changed, in each era, the vassals most intimate and trusted by Bright Star are still customarily called the 'Seven Servants of Bright Star' - although sometimes more than that, sometimes less than that. ”

"In addition to the six wealthy families and the thirteen noble families, the Seven Servants of the Bright Star are also frequent guests in the royal guards, especially in the past hundred years. ”

For nearly 100 years......

Tails chewed on the word.

"And what about a hundred years ago?"

Gilbert's eyes moved.

Tails bites into a slice of steak:

"The Duke of the Western Wilderness told me that he had an uncle who had served in the royal guard a long time ago, and even helped my grandfather ascend to the throne. ”

Tails swallowed and stared at the chop in front of him:

"So, Gilbert. ”

"When did the people of the six wealthy families and the thirteen wang clans gradually go from the king's most trusted personal guards to the royal guards...... extinct?"

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The porch outside the hall.

"How?"

Watchman Marios strolled forward with his hands behind his back, while Doyle slowly followed him.

Doyle shook his head, his expression calm.

"I don't know. ”

"It's not as magical genius as people blow it, and in a way, it's a little ...... Dumbfounded?"

Marlos snorted a rising tone from his nose:

"Dumbfounded?"

"How?"

Doyle glanced behind him and tugged at the corners of his mouth:

"Credulous and unsuspecting. ”

"I just casually reminisced a few words of remembrance of the past, and our Duke of Star Lake ......"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled faintly:

"In just a few moments, I almost touched his whole body. And the dagger in his arms didn't protect him at all - I could break his neck in a matter of seconds. ”

"I'm wondering - how did he survive the Northerners?"

Marlos's expression remained unchanged and he snorted.

"Really?"

Doyle breathed a sigh of relief and narrowed his eyes:

"Let me say so, if that's a princess......"

He had a joke in his eyes:

"Now...... She was already blushing and lying in my arms learning to meow. ”

Marlos frowned.

Doyle remembered something and grinned, "Of course, if he's really a girl, then this character is quite cute." ”

Marlos exhaled.

"You just won't stop, will you? ”

"In the royal capital, is there any innocent girl who has not been harmed by you?"

Doyle whistled and rolled his eyes:

"Well, there are still a few of them. ”

Marios curled the corners of his mouth.

"Go back to work," the watchman's expression regained his indifference, and his tone became serious:

"Also, stop playing, you're protecting ......"

Doyle raised his hand.

"Of course, rest assured," the blonde-haired guard officer laughed and turned away:

"I know, I know how important he is. ”

"For the royal family, as well as for us. ”

Marlos stopped.

He looked back at Doyle's back in the distance.

"Nope. ”

Marios's expression remained unchanged, but he slowly shook his head and said in a low voice:

"About him. ”

"You don't know anything. ”

The watchman snorted softly, with a hint of disapproval in his tone:

"Little D.D. ”

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