Marios slowly raised his gaze, but seemed to be looking at everyone present.

The air seems to be pulled invisibly, leaving no gaps.

"You will only choose to sacrifice if you believe that you can gain something more precious through sacrifice – your reputation, practical benefits, the safety of others, or pure self-satisfaction. ”

Marhros's words became more and more solemn:

In other words, only when you know what you believe, what you cherish, what you want to trade, do you have the right to choose, what to justifiably sacrifice, such as your life. ”

Tails was silent, he seemed to have the illusion that Marhros had been staring at him.

In the next second, Mallos turned around quickly, Patterson also raised his arms, and the two of them lashed together -

Syllable!

This time, Toledo's reaction was too late, and the number of reports could only catch up.

"Otherwise, your so-called glorious sacrifice," Marlos looked at the two men lying on the ground gasping for breath with a blank expression:

It's just a hot-headed impulse, a foolish act that is manipulated and instigated, and even a self-contempt of blind faith and blind obedience. ”

Syllable!

Another whip.

Glovover dragged his chest up from the ground and gritted his teeth, while Doyle simply threw himself back and knelt on his calf.

"I punish you, Doyle, not for making the wrong choice. ”

Marlos said coldly:

"When your father was kidnapped and the situation was tense and uncertain, you seemed so heroic, leaving everything behind, drawing your sword in your hand, and sacrificing yourself to save your father. ”

Doyle was in a trance for a moment, looking at the watchman.

"But what do you want to sacrifice, and what can you get in exchange? Father, Your Highness, Yourself, Justice, Loyalty?"

"You know what, do you know?"

Marjos no longer looks at the confused Doyle.

"And you, Glovor!"

The zombie straightened up and listened solemnly.

"Whether you sympathize with Doyle and secretly let him go to save your father, or you want to prevent him from going to a duel, so you propose to sneak around the back...... I feel very kind, very noble, and very considerate of comradeship. ”

"But what are you going to sacrifice, what do you want in exchange? comrades, friendship, conscience, responsibility, and mission?"

"Do you know again?

Marhros showed his rare seriousness:

"What do you believe, what do you fight, what do you sacrifice, who you save?"

Doyle and Glove were confused, not knowing what was right.

But they didn't have to answer, for they were greeted by—

Syllable!

In the midst of the screams, the thoughts of the two were interrupted again by severe pain.

"No, you can't even tell me, you can't tell me sincerely, because you don't know. ”

Marios's voice was steady, but it didn't feel loose at all, still the tension of the tight bowstring.

Everyone in the guard fell into deep thought.

"No, I'm punishing you not because you made the wrong choice, but because you don't see a choice at all!"

"You just appeal to animal instincts in moments of confusion and confusion, blindly moving forward, acting impulsively, regretting it later, and then pretending to be hard-mouthed, wiping away tears and saying 'necessary price,' and then repeating stupidity next time. ”

"And you call that a sacrifice?"

Marous chuckled and shook the blood from his whip.

"It's like two pathetic chess pieces, subconsciously taking their own number of moves. ”

"Until Your Highness mercifully scoops you out of the mortal chessboard—with the enemy's pawns. ”

Tails, who had been silent for a long time, shook suddenly.

He sensed that many people's eyes were turned to him.

D.D and the zombies breathed in a trance, as if at this moment, the sharp pain of the whipping could no longer affect them.

"As a result, your unexplained behavior is both self-defeating and mission-jeopardizing, harming your colleagues and threatening the bigger picture. ”

"Neither side is good, nothing can be achieved anywhere. ”

There was a deep sadness in Marios's eyes:

"It's just stupid. ”

The wind is howling, and the shadow of the whip is flashing.

Syllable!

With a hissing cry of pain, the shadows of the two tortured people pulled out an uncertain shape on the ground.

"If you are charging soldiers, cannon fodder in battle, and death squads on the battlefield, then I may give you a promotion and an award to motivate your subordinates to continue to die at the cost of your life, whether you want to or not, to promote 'sacrifice'," Marhros's voice dimmed with his gaze:

"But you're not. ”

Marlos looked at everyone and said in a cold voice:

"You are the royal guard. ”

"A thousand years ago, your name was the Emperor's Guard. ”

The whip wind sounded again.

Syllable!

But this time, Doyle and Glofo only snorted stiffly, and their figures shook in unison, but they did not fall.

Marlos watched as Patterson, beside him, silently put away the whip and handed it to Pezzarosi, and saw Toledo give him a frenzied look, signaling that the number was enough.

"You are not sacrificing in this way. ”

"You are not qualified to sacrifice like this. ”

The watchman said lightly.

"I'm tired, keep your last whip," he said, turning and handing the whip to Capone:

"Officer Doyle. ”

As soon as the words fell, the two stiff and stiff people let out their last breath and fell straight down.

Only the bloody back remained in the air, telling the previous story.

There was a small commotion in the guards, as if many people were breathing a sigh of relief.

The logistics officer Shi Tuo sighed, waved his hand, and several people who had been prepared caught up together, stretcher, disinfection, cleaning, medicine, bandages, and were extremely skilled.

Hugo Fouby, the flag bearer, put away the small notebook that had been recording and writing during the execution.

"On the days when you are recuperating from your wounds, there will be someone to take your shift. ”

"And those who have not been whipped," said Marios, glancing at the crowd, and the rest of the two dozen or so gathered in unison:

"Take it as a warning. ”

The watchman took his weapon from Toledo's hand, and said without hesitation:

"Now, disband. ”

The next moment, the entire Star Lake Guard was like a bowstring under Panasonic, and they dispersed.

But at this very moment.

"Lord, I don't understand," the pale-faced Doyle was lying on the stretcher, ignoring Piloga's stopping, and propped up his upper body with great strength, his voice tired: "Sacrifice is wrong, and it is not right not to sacrifice." ”

"What should I do, sir?"

Many people are stagnant.

Marlos also paused lightly.

He looked at Tails in the distance, and the latter's heart tightened.

"Since sacrifice is a transaction. ”

The watchman spoke quietly:

"Then don't misjudge the value at both ends of the scale, because too many things in the world—false and empty lies, sinister schemes, unaware habits—can confuse them and trick you into making unfair deals. ”

Marlos turned his head and looked at everyone.

"So, when you decide to trade," the watchman said in a calm voice, but there was an emotion hidden in Tails' tone that Tails couldn't recognize:

"Make sure that's your own scale. ”

He said slowly:

"What is left on it must not be a weight and scale that you blindly believe if you can't even understand it. ”

As soon as these words came out, many people fell into deep thought.

Tails was silent.

A few seconds later, the members of the guards on the training ground went about their duties and left.

Tails came to his senses and walked forward, towards the two torturers.

On the stretcher, Doyle, who sensed something, raised his head with difficulty, and when he saw that it was Tails, he showed a dying smile:

"Your Highness. ”

Tails was in a heavy mood and didn't know what to say, so he could only say:

"How's your father?"

D.D on the stretcher showed a bitter but stubborn smile:

"You know his ...... Scared a lot. ”

"It should be honest for a while. ”

Tails was silent, and after a few seconds, he patted Doyle's arm and nodded to Gloufer on the other side:

"Take care of your injuries. ”

Doyle and Glofo were carried away.

Many members of the Starlake Guard also passed by him and saluted Tails.

Old Piloga, who had competed with him with a sword, Zonevid with a sword in his left hand, Conmuto, a former vigilante, Franzouk, a tall man in the wing, Ferry a daze, Bastia, a strong man who had just followed him, and young Nehi......

"Your Highness. ”

"Good day. ”

"I wish you all the best. ”

After months of getting along, faces familiar from strange ways flashed in front of my eyes.

I don't know if it's a delusion, but after a night, the strangeness and dissonance that the Star Lake Guards gave Tails at first seemed to dissipate a lot.

At the very least, their salutes are more respectful, but more natural.

Except for one person.

"You're early, Your Highness. ”

Marlos calmly came to him:

"Martial arts class is still a little while. ”

Tails sneered.

"Each other, each other. ”

Marlos didn't seem to hear the anger in Duke Xinghu's words, and turned around leisurely:

"That's right, warm up. ”

Tails took a deep breath.

"I say, every time I feel an improvement in my impression of you, Marios ......"

He looked at the two stretchers in the distance and said coldly:

"You're going to destroy it, are you?"

"My most hated captain of the guard?"

Behind him, Bastia and Nexi glanced at each other and retreated into the distance in tacit understanding.

Carelessly, Marios picked out a practice sword and tossed it to Tails.

"So, how many captains of the guard have you had?"

Tails snorted coldly, came to the training ground, brandished his long sword, and began to warm up:

"You're the only one. ”

"Hmm-" Marhros snorted a rising tone from his nose:

"Then I'm relieved. ”

Tails let out a sarcastic laugh.

"By the way," he said, looking at the watchman with displeasure:

"Why do I always think that when you say 'those who have not been whipped,' you mean something?"

Marlos smiled slightly, as relaxed as ever:

"Maybe you misunderstood?"

Tails pulled out a few sword poses, his breathing accelerated, and he stretched his body:

"Or not?"

Marlos shrugged and smiled:

"Then no. ”

His appearance of not salty, not bland, not lukewarm, not cold choked Tails enough.

"Then again......"

Tails said maliciously:

"How do I feel that you are admonishing them not to sacrifice impulsively, not to be blindly loyal to the royal family?"

Marlos motioned for Tails to move a little bigger, and said lightly:

"I said, you misunderstood. ”

Tails sneered:

"Or not?"

Marlos didn't answer the conversation.

"You might as well be serious about warming up," the watchman said seriously, as if he had turned back into a dedicated martial arts teacher, "After all, it's your own physical health." ”

"You have to take care of yourself. ”

Tails snorted coldly.

But then he remembered something less pleasant.

"Over there in Fuxing Palace, haven't you come yet?"

"After all, ...... last night," Tails didn't say.

This topic seems to have pulled down the temperature.

Marhros was silent for a while:

"Nope. ”

"But I promise you, they will come, sooner or later. ”

In a complicated mood, Tails warmed up, feeling hot and sweating slightly.

"Okay, what's it today? Targeting, sword racking, or beating?"

Marlos smiled and beckoned into the distance:

"Nexi?"

In the distance, Trainee Pioneer Nessie first pointed at himself unexpectedly, and after receiving confirmation, he stepped forward flatteredly.

Tails rolled his eyes and resigned himself to his shield, ready for a fight.

But this time, Marlos surprised him.

"No, Your Highness, you don't need to end up," the watchman said with a smile, stretching out his hand to the seat, "Come, sit." ”

"Today is a demonstration teaching, a theory class. ”

Well?

Demo teaching?

Theory lessons?

Tails froze.

He looked at the heavy practice sword in his hand and said stupidly:

"What was it for?"

Marlos laughed more and more heartily:

"For the sake of ...... Maintain good habits?"

Tails looked at him with a blank expression.

"Toledo," said Marlos, unaware of the murderous eyes of His Royal Highness the Duke, happily beckoned his herald:

"You go up and practice with Nexi. ”

Tails threw down his practice sword in a sullen manner, and sat down on his ass, cocking his legs indecently.

In the middle of the field, Nehi and Toledo glanced at each other, then at Tails, and both walked to the weapon rack.

"Wait," said Marlos lightly.

"With your own weapons, true swords. ”

"I mean, we don't want to be caught by Miss Genie again, do we?"

The watchman said, looking at Tails, consciously or unconsciously.

After getting along for so long, knowing that he was taking the opportunity to mock and protest, Tails didn't answer and sneered a few times.

Seconds later, Nehi and Toledo were both on the training ground.

"Your qualifications and rank are higher than mine, will you please first?"

Young Nexi couldn't help but glance at Tails and Marios, eager to try.

The long sword in his hand is light and agile, and the quality is extraordinary.

"No, I'm not used to being at the head of the line. ”

As one of Marios' most trusted old men, Toledo just smiled modestly:

"You'd better go first. ”

Toledo's weapon was a scimitar, and strangely enough, his knife was sheathed but tied horizontally around his waist, looking awkward.

Neshi smiled too, no longer humble:

"Okay—"

But the moment his words fell, Nehi's sword was unsheathed.

The sword light flashed, like lightning attack!

Tails' palm, which was still yawning, suddenly woke up!

Clang!

There was a muffled thud, and the metals collided.

At that moment, Toledo drew his sword, and with a sharp shot, he blocked the lightning-fast sword in an awkward position.

Tails looked at Nehi in amazement, soothing the finishing power in his body.

He thought back to the first sword he had just made.

That's too fast, isn't it?

So much so that at such a distance, just through sight, the sins of the Prison River felt threatened and were forced to stimulate an instinctive reaction.

But Nech's offensive did not end.

His blade reflects a strange light, and he takes advantage of the shortest route to chase after him, straight to the middle!

Clang!

Toledo was left in a state of disarray, and his defense was difficult.

"Your Highness, remember when I told you that there are different schools of martial arts in the kingdom?"

Marios leisurely folded his hands behind his back and watched his two subordinates fight each other with real swords.

"Of course, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the technical attack faction in the southeast, and the new trend faction that puts practicality first. ”

"You don't just 'say'. ”

Tails replied as he watched Nexi's fast sword attack in amazement, and found that it was not only the opponent's sword speed that was fast, but also his body and pace, which made him phantom fly in battle, and every time he could appear in the most uncomfortable place for Toledo.

Marlos nodded:

"And as I said, when you pass the sword target practice, I will introduce you to the other two mainstream schools. ”

"Now is the time. ”

The watchman narrowed his eyes.

"Serious efforts, you two!"

Marhros snapped:

"Your Highness didn't come to see you juggling. ”

The words fell, and Nexi's sword light flashed again!

His pace and speed seemed to be raised several times in an instant, and the last sword even grazed Toledo's shoulder armor!

Toledo's defense became more and more strained, and he had to retreat to dodge, and the battle gradually became one side in pursuit and one side in confusion.

Tails looked at Toledo, who was at an absolute disadvantage, and frowned.

If it's yourself......

Tails shook his head secretly: No, he can't dodge, and he will only lose more ugly than Toledo.

But how old does Nexi look like?

"Within the realm of the kingdom, there is a class of warriors that is particularly special. ”

Marlors' voice came from the side:

"They learned martial arts from the same source, but their styles were very different and different. ”

The watchman had a serious face:

"Historically, there have been scholars who specialize in martial arts, and they have collectively referred to them as the Temple Disciples. ”

Tails was stunned.

"Temple?"

Temple disciples?

Marlos nodded, watching the sword shadow in the field flying, the sword light flickering, but he was still not in a hurry:

But today, because the name is too literary and ancient, no one calls it. ”

But his tone was extremely serious:

But in reality, they are not only all over the stars, but also throughout the Western Continent, thriving for thousands of years, and they have not faded to this day. ”

"Nate Nehi is one of them. ”

Tails stared at Nexi, who was about to visually conjure up a doppelganger.

His longsword is swift, high-speed, and direct.

Under the blow, the effect is amazing.

Marhros took out the storytelling shelf and continued:

"The place where they were taught martial arts is ancient and special, bringing together the most complicated and complex martial arts inheritance and ending power for thousands of years, and it has continued to improve in different eras, preaching and teaching, and is famous——"

But at this moment, Tails suddenly interrupted him:

"The Knights' Temple. ”

Marlos was stunned.

The prince sat upright and said seriously:

"That's why historically they're called 'Temple disciples,' right?"

Marlos frowned and looked at the teenager with a hint of unhappiness when the story was interrupted:

"You, you know?"

Tails looked back at him and smiled slightly:

"Know a little. ”

A little......

Marios took a deep breath, looked at the inexhaustible Nexi, and tried to return to his previous tone:

"Well, then you probably don't know, these people, they were the first to be—"

But Tails' words interjected again:

"They were the first knights who originated in the north before the Age of Empires, and they were the first to awaken their supernatural powers. ”

The young duke carefully watched the fierce fight between the two in the field, as if he had no intention of chattering, which was quite aftertaste.

Marlos was speechless again.

The watchman had to cough:

"Speaking of supernatural powers—"

"Through them, the supernatural power spreads among the human race. Tails took his words faintly:

"In wars with alien races, such as the Battle of the Saints and the War of Survival, they shine and win, expanding their immature supernatural powers, and exploring the boundaries and future of human potential. ”

Tails turned his head, looked at the unhappy Marhos, and gushed:

As a result, they gathered their elites, gradually formed groups, and built their own creeds and organizations. ”

"It's for the 'Knights' Temple. ”

Tails took a deep breath, as if inhaling the scent of ink from a book:

"For thousands of years, it was a sacred place for human martial arts and a sacred source of chivalry. ”

Marlos was stunned for a few seconds, a little caught off guard.

"Where did you hear that?"

Tyers Mimi smiled:

"The north, to be exact, is the Walton family collection in Longxiao City, "The Light of Humanity - The Beginning and End of the Knight Temple". ”

Marlos pursed his lips.

The collection of books of the Yankees.

The beginning and end of the temple.

Well, since it's only to the temple......

The watchman, who had been interrupted again, cleared his throat in displeasure:

"All right, but the Knights' Templars are glorious to splendid, but time has changed until—"

"Until the end of the war. ”

Tails' voice sounded out again at an inopportune time:

"Seven hundred years ago, the Knights' Templars fought against the scourge with all their might, and in the end there were heavy casualties, and not one in ten remained. ”

Even the temple itself was destroyed and difficult to rebuild. ”

Under Marios's incredulous expression, the prince's words were full of nostalgia for the past and the present:

Eventually, the survivors of the Knights' Templar fled to build a legendary tower. ”

"In that tower, they collected and refined the power of the transcendental, after which it became known as the Power of the End, spreading the art of all kinds and guarding the hope of mankind. ”

"It's the ...... under today's fame"

"The Tower of End. ”

After saying this, Tails breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Marlors, who was interrupted by him several times in a row, with a smile:

"So, Nehi should be a student of the Tower of the End. ”

Marlos did not speak.

Tails blinked:

"What's wrong?"

Marlos looked at him with a gloomy expression:

"I'm waiting. ”

"See what else you have to say?"

Tails raised an eyebrow:

"Well, there shouldn't be any. ”

The prince looked at Marlos happily with a deflated expression:

"If I'm wrong, please correct me?"

Marlos took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, controlling himself into the field.

"Haven't you eaten!"

The watchman shouted coldly, showing the majesty of the captain of the guard:

"Fight harder!"

The two people in the field fought fiercely, but they froze slightly when they heard the words.

With a look of eating flies, Marios looked back.

"Ahem—you were right. ”

"Nate Nehi just returned from the Tower of the End. ”

Marlos subconsciously paused and glanced at Tails.

It wasn't until he confirmed that His Royal Highness the Prince was obedient and had no intention of stealing his words, that the watchman coughed:

"In the Kingdom of Stars, the 'Temple' faction that takes the Tower of the End as its motto is the 'Manifest Learning' in the eyes of many people, with a long history and a long history. ”

Manifestation.

Tails frowned slightly, remembering many of the acquaintances he knew who had learned their skills from the Tower of the End.

"There are many nobles of the kingdom, if they are looking forward to achieving something in martial arts and military exploits, they will choose to send their descendants to the Tower of End, on the one hand, to accept the inheritance, improve their skills, and on the other hand, expand their horizons and travel the world. ”

You can also accumulate fame.

Or avoid the great calamity.

Marlos said in his heart.

The watchman pointed to the field:

"Unlike other schools of martial arts that are positioned by style, the swordsmen who came out of the Tower of the End did not have uniform styles and skills, or even very different styles. ”

"As the successor of the Ancient Knight Temple, the Tower of the End keeps pace with the times, summarizing various martial arts, sorting out and classifying the inherited skills, and then refining them, and finally precipitating the eight major schools. ”

Tails was stunned.

He has admired the name of the Tower of Ending for a long time, but there are so many branches?

"Eight?"

Marlos nodded.

He spoke slowly with jealousy and respect, as if he were reciting a little poem:

"Pegasus sins, iron and blood shine. Rose Storm, Miracle Dust. ”

He said:

"It's for the end of the eight veins. ”