Longxiao City, Valhalla, Training Ground.

Under the gaze of countless Valhalla guards and retinues, the sweaty Tails swung the long sword in his right hand, raised the shield of his left arm, and pulled his legs apart, solemnly posing in an "iron body pose" that he had practiced countless times.

Despite all the preoccupations, the prince had to do the necessary outdoor training every day.

"I don't know why you're still practicing this set of swordsmanship," in front of him, the pale former white-bladed guard commander lifted a heavy sword with a disdainful expression, "Even against orcs, our army's fighting style has long been renovated for hundreds of thousands of years, and your swordsmanship with a sword and shield and stupidly waiting for someone to beat you ......"

"Are you going to keep talking nonsense?" said the prince, impatiently.

"I remember it was outdoor training, not satirical writing?"

Nicolas pursed his lips, his eyes unhappy.

The Starfaller's attitude towards the Second Prince, which had lasted for six years, began to take a turn for the worse after yesterday's election: he began to scrutinize Tails with hostile eyes, and did everything he could to criticize the starboy during outdoor training - of course, Tails later learned why.

Tails shrugged his shoulders and signaled that he was ready to attack.

In the next second, Nicollet pulled out his steps and slashed out with a sword.

"Boom!"

Tails' shield collided with Nicolai's heavy sword, and the prince stepped forward, his right sword counterattacking, but Nicolai flashed it easily.

"If you really want to know - this sword technique means a lot to me," Tails turned, the tip of his sword quickly re-aimed at his enemy, "A stern teacher told me that I had to at least practice it." ”

At this point, the letter that Gilbert Toptile had brought with him popped up in his mind.

[Ms. Ji Ni emphasized that you should pay attention to your diet at this age, and don't be picky, especially the balanced combination of a variety of foods - even the bitter herbs produced in the West Wilderness are also quite valuable, so you might as well give it a try......]

Tails's stern and unpretentious image appeared in his mind, and his heart moved.

"Make a show?" Nikolai snorted, "It's a pity you didn't. ”

The Meteorite rushes forward at his feet, holding his sword in both hands, and slashing with gravity!

"Bang!"

He nearly crushed Tails, who was struggling to support his shield.

The prince gritted his teeth, feeling the strength of Nicolai's sword grow.

[As for your old friends, I beg your pardon, I must tell you with shame and disappointment: we still haven't found them in the tenth search, whether it's the barmaid at Sunset Bar or the beggars, at least they're no longer in Eternal Star City. Although it is out of place, I must advise you: perhaps it is time for Your Highness to give up your search for them, because the results may be predestined, and second, the six-year search will not be good for you......]

"Where did you go with the courage you had when you snatched the book from me?"

The Meteorite roared, "Take it out, don't always make me feel like I'm fighting an idiot!"

Tails struggled to twist his hips, deflected the opponent's heavy sword, and stabbed out again: "Maybe you should redefine who snatched the book from whom—eh!"

However, before the prince's sword worked, the Meteorite kicked Tails, who was changing his position, and staggered!

Outside the training ground, Tails' attendant, Wyah Cassel, was standing on the side with his long sword, sighing, and said to the silver-faced Rolf who was holding his arms against the wall:

"You know, I'm not denigrating the prince – in fact, he's the maturous kid I've ever met – but you have to admit that he's ...... in the heat of a fight, in front of him, in addition to his ability to analyze and schem."

Huaiya looked at Tails, who was struggling in the field, and shook his head: "He's really ...... Lack of talent. ”

Rolf frowned, and looked at Waiya with an unhappy expression.

This is a chatterbox.

For six years, it has never stopped.

Is this treating me like a trash can?

him.

Rolf snorted dissatisfiedly, and raised his middle finger without even bothering to turn his head.

But Wyay didn't care.

He knew that Rolf, who couldn't speak, hated people who talked a lot, but why not make the Wind Ghost feel uncomfortable and appreciate his irrefutable angry eyes?

Wya's disgust with Rolf's casual and rude street habits, and his dissatisfaction with the sign language that only he and the prince could understand, while the Ghost of the Wind hated the confidence and self-consciousness of the squire as the prince's sole spokesman (and indeed was), and the almost nitpicky attitude towards etiquette and salutation.

That's right—even though they fought side by side many times, and the two princes from very different backgrounds were with them, and their relationship was never good.

"If he had the time and preparation, whether it was chess and negotiation, or even sword practice, there was no doubt that the prince would have given a beautiful answer," Waiya continued to frown, "but it was like this: in the face of a sudden attack, he could easily become flustered, nervous, and behave unexpectedly—a little like a recruit, to be honest, especially ordinary civilians who resisted blood and were not accustomed to fighting. ”

"It's fatal in combat – making mistakes at critical moments can leave you with lifelong regrets. ”

Right now.

"You just say that Tails is not good at fighting. Putile walked over to the two of them, watched the practice in the field, and surprisingly did not take out his pipe.

"Your Excellency. Wyay nodded respectfully, and Rolf only shook his head symbolically.

"Is there any way to overcome this?" Putile's eyes were shining, "Tails's problem with a blank brain at a critical moment?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult," Wya's head turned around, looked at Tails, who was knocked to the ground for the second time, and sighed: "Swordsmanship can be practiced, and skills can be refined, but the habits and character over the years cannot be easily overcome. ”

At this moment, Rolf suddenly raised his palm gently, and made a motion to wipe his neck with a gloomy look.

"Huh?" Putile noticed Rolf, and he raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

Huaiya looked at Rolf's appearance and squinted slightly: "Eh, I think dumb probably means ......"

“...... I've heard in the Tower that there's a quick fix for developing a fighting instinct: throw people into a battlefield where blood and death are the most efficient teachers, where a harmless little sheep can turn into a vicious dragon, and even the weakest warrior and the most rusty recruit can quickly heal a bad thing - if you don't die, of course. ”

"And even the masters of the Extreme Realm, whether they are the Starfall or the Wrath of the Kingdom, their extraordinary combat power is slowly accumulated in the fight and fighting: practicing against wooden stakes and targets will never become the Extreme Realm. ”

Rolf snorted, not knowing whether to approve or disdain.

Putile frowned.

"Tails is not from the Northlands, he is a prince of stars, a bright star, and he will probably be a king in the future," His Excellency the former deputy envoy shook his head: "The atmosphere on the battlefield, he only needs to taste it briefly: whether he goes into battle or fights on the battlefield, it should not be his necessary skill, let alone become an extreme realm—his duty is to move the chess pieces in his hand under the protection of thousands of troops." ”

Rolf muttered something that no one understood.

Huaiya exhaled: "But you know, in the year of blood, even with the protection of many guards, the Bright Star Royal Family ......"

At the mention of the word, Putileh suddenly turned his head!

The atmosphere seemed to turn cold in an instant.

"Be cautious. Putira's sharp, unceremonious look forced Waiya's words back into his mouth

"Don't be judgmental about things you don't understand, especially in the age of blood. ”

and the Bright Stars.

Wyay looked at him with some confusion.

Rolf snorted gloatingly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked about the royal family," the education of the aristocratic family made Huaiya apologize very well, he sighed, and found the next topic: "Speaking of which, it seems that you are going back to Longxiao City this time and are going to stay for a long time, Lord Lord?"

Putitile then turned his attention back to the field.

"yes," he said lightly, "maybe a little longer than you think." ”

"Speaking of which, the prince once mentioned it to me," Huaiya frowned slightly, "What did you do six years ago?"

Putile paused slightly.

Whya's seemingly casual words continued: "Six years ago, the day after King Chaman's coronation, it was also the time when Lisbane began to clean up the mess in Longxiao City, and Prince Tails was in the worst situation......"

"You didn't even say hello, and left Longxiao City in a hurry?"

"Forget that, after all, we've met again," Huaiya retracted his gaze and said with some concern, "But what I'm more concerned about is that it's been six years, why did you come back at this time?"

"Why not earlier, for example, when the prince has not yet established himself, or later, when the prince has to face problems such as marriage?"

"Now?"

"It makes me a little ...... Lose sleep over something. ”

Rolf frowned as well, rarely without expressing an opinion on Wya's many words.

The corner fell silent.

Putile's eyelids drooped, and he slowly reached into his arms and pulled out the old pipe that had been in use six years ago.

"You know, a long time ago, when I was younger, our teacher said at the end of his course," the skinny former deputy reinstated the rear, unhurriedly filling the tobacco, pulling out the flint, and lighting the pipe: "Gilbert Cassel has a big heart, and he can always see things without being confused by the present, and he can think out of the box, and grasp the important points out of sight, and maybe he will be the kind of far-sighted, long-term and resourceful rear chess player in the future." ”

"So that naïve bastard, who often thinks too much. ”

Hearing the answer that didn't match the preface, Huaiya raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Huh?"

"Even if you don't admit it, Wya," said Putirai, taking a pleasant breath of smoke and smiling, "you still have a lot to do with your father......

"For example – overthinking. ”

As if thinking of something, Waiya closed his mouth and turned his head with an ugly face.

He didn't ask any more questions.

In the middle of the field, Tails took two steps back, catching a glimpse of Putileh and Waiya in a strange atmosphere.

In his confusion, he couldn't help but think of another point mentioned in Gilbert's letter:

[Your Highness, please trust Putile, as always, especially at this special time - for your future, please trust him!, and please also maintain due respect for the new teacher and learn from him with humility - he is probably the second person I respect in my life. 】

Gilbert highlighted the two times to believe in Puttillet.

Why?

The sword flashed, and Nicolai attacked again.

This time, Tails, who had been retreating, finally waited for his chance.

Taking advantage of the opponent's third blow to his shield, the prince slashed out a long-prepared breaking strike at the moment when he withstood the attack.

He struck straight to the enemy's weakly defended left side, striking Nicolai's eye.

"Good idea. ”

But then, the Meteorite swung his heavy sword back with great speed and met this sharp counterattack!

Following the trajectory of the opponent's heavy sword, Tails struggled to shake the shield in his left hand and pushed away the opponent's counterattack with all his might.

"Wow!"

Nicolai's heavy sword slashed along the shield surface, the wind from the blade swept through Tails' hair!

At that moment, Tails, whose head was cold, shuddered.

As this imminent sense of crisis hit, Tails only felt an inexplicable shudder, which suddenly exploded from his spine and hit his brain.

In the next second, that familiar and unfamiliar fluctuation, the sin of the Hell River, uncontrollably and irrepressibly, poured out of his body!

Like a frightened hibernating beast, it suddenly wakes up!

It was also like a sudden cold storm, hitting every inch of his body, including his brain.

It made him want to give up everything.

But the prince didn't feel the slightest sense of security!

Tails felt the riot of the Sins of the Prison River, and his heart was terrified!

No.

No!

(End of chapter)