On the galloping road in the sun, the carriage was still slowly advancing towards Yongxing City, and the people on both sides were separated by the standing army, leaving only vague faces.

But no one could have imagined that there was some strange conversation going on between this unusual carriage and the dozen or so royal guards around it.

Gilbert watched in amazement as Tails raised his right arm with a blank face and displayed his contents by the car window.

The guards, including Marios, Doyle, and Glove, frowned, puzzled, or incredulous.

Is that......

"This is the vigilant. ”

I saw the prince rubbing the long and narrow hilt of the sword in his hand expressionlessly, and his tone was profound:

"The ancient imperial sword forged by the skills of dwarves and elves, the spirit of the earth and the seven seas. ”

Vigilant.

Marlos was stunned.

Doyle and Gloover were stunned.

"Your Highness, I don't ......" The watchman glanced around, suppressing the strange glances of his subordinates.

Swish!

The sound of metal sliding through the leather froze Marios's words.

The boy looked at the slightly unsheathed sword, feeling its cold light:

"Traceback, it is the heirloom sword of the Falkenhauges family, who participated in the battle of the end with their ancestors, overcame obstacles, and witnessed the restoration of the king's state;"

"Lately, it has also served as the most reliable blade in the royal guard, and together with its owner, it has braved the wind and rain to help King Eddy ascend to the throne. ”

In front of everyone, Tails' fingers ran over its blade, closed its sheath, and exclaimed:

"It means a lot. ”

Perhaps unable to stand the oppressive atmosphere, the mount under Marios' crotch hissed unnaturally and twisted its head uneasily.

But Marlos in the saddle had burning eyes and unknown emotions.

The uneasiness of the horses drove their kind, and for a moment the neighing erupted, and the carriage made it more and more difficult.

Doyle struggled to control his crotch mount as he stared at the sword with a special arc in amazement, his mouth wide open.

The sword......

Beside him, Glover pursed his lips and soothed his horse.

Gilbert stared at the sword, thinking about something.

In the next second, under all kinds of gazes, the young Duke of Xinghu spoke coldly, undoubtedly:

"Lord Marlos, from now on. ”

Tails raised his right arm steadily, sending the hilt of his sword out of the window:

"It's yours. ”

It's yours.

The air was quiet for a moment, and for a moment there was only the noise of the wind.

Gilbert came back to his senses and looked at the boy in disbelief.

The surrounding guards were slightly in an uproar, and Doyle looked even more ghostly, as if he had met the prince for the first time.

Marlos frowned slightly, and the reins in his hand tightened.

But Tails wouldn't give him a chance to speak.

"Of course, I hope for more than that. ”

The young duke Wen Yan continued:

"In fact, with my return, there will be a flood of talk and speculation about this sword throughout the kingdom. ”

"People will come to you out of curiosity, incomprehension, or confusion to ask you about the secrets behind this legendary sword......"

Gilbert's face was a little strange.

"Especially about how it left the Western Wilderness, from the Duke of Falkenhause's crutches, then to Yongxing City, to the Fuxing Palace, to the hands of Prince Tails and Duke of Star Lake, and finally to your palm. ”

Including the reason and significance of its tossing and turning in the hands of many people. ”

Tails coldly swept over each royal guard, his tone fluctuating, like reciting an old bard.

From Doyle to Gloover, those who were swept by his gaze subconsciously avoided their eyes.

Eventually, Tails' gaze returned to Marlos, who didn't say a word, but his brows became more and more tight:

"But I'm sure you can handle it. ”

"Really?"

The young duke said lightly, and raised the hilt of his sword.

Everyone was silent.

They looked at Marios in unison, waiting for the latter's decision.

In the next moment, Marlos turned his head sharply!

His eyes burned to everyone.

The royal guards seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they brushed their heads and turned their heads elsewhere!

Don't dare to look at Marles or the vigilant again.

As if the former was not their boss, and the latter was not a famous sword.

The scene fell silent again.

But there was no relief on Marios's face.

He stiffened his mount slightly, forcing it to quiet down.

Time seems to have become a fresco of the past, dim and silent, only to peel off piece by piece as Marius moves.

"Lord Duke," he said, staring at the watchman half-out of the window, and slowly bitten the word:

"What does that mean. ”

Marlos's words were light, small.

It's like the sound of turning an old page a little bit.

But the guards around him all restrained their breathing, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Shi Tuo, the logistics officer at the back, even swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Gilbert was equally silent.

"I mean ......"

Only the Duke of Xinghu himself was different, smiling lightly.

"Congratulations, Lord Marlos. ”

"From now on," Tails' gaze met Marhros's, like a clash in the void:

"The 'Watchman', who has a long history and great significance, is one of the Seven Servants of the Bright Star, the noble and loyal Marles family's heirloom. ”

He said softly:

"Remember, pass it on to your son......"

"And then to your grandson. ”

Marios froze on his horse, his face sinking as if it were about to drip water, and he only let his mount lead him, and he fell on his side.

Tails just looked at him in silence.

The guards looked at each other with different expressions.

I don't know how to deal with it.

"Ahem...... As much as the prince admires you, I don't think it's a good time to accept it," Gilbert said stiffly, softening his cheeks:

"What do you say, Lord Marlos?"

No one responded.

It was only after Doyle thought it was about a century before Marholes' voice came slowly, sounding like it had cracked through a rock formation:

"This gift is too precious and too heavy. ”

"I can't accept it. ”

Without waiting for Tails to react, the watchman whipped his horse and raised his hooves through Tails' window.

With a straight face, Marhros commanded:

"The prince is tired!"

"Hurry up and keep going!"

Sandwiched between the prince and his superiors, the royal guards, who were already very uncomfortable, turned their heads and acted in response.

But Tails' voice pierced through the crowd again and sounded clearly:

"Then it's no longer a reward!"

The actions of the crowd were subconsciously paused.

I saw the young duke in the carriage and said coldly:

"It's something you can't shirk – responsibility. ”

"Lord Tormond Marlos. ”

Marios' back slowed down in the air as well.

Liability?

"You're the watchman of the royal guard, aren't you? ”

"Watchman ......"

Under everyone's gaze, Tails easily withdrew the hilt of his sword and played with the black gem set on it.

"If I'm not mistaken, at least since the beginning of the kingdom of the stars, this position has been sacred and important, second only to the captain of the guard. ”

"One of its duties is to take care of the royal treasury and control the entry and exit of the treasures. ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding royal guards were stunned.

Doyle frowned at Gray Parson, the penistor, who could only give him a gloomy look on his face.

Even Gilbert was lost in thought.

Tails stared at Marhros's back, and his tone was unmistakable:

"So, it's your duty to take care of the Shining Star Royal's Treasure, including the Vigilance—and if I'm not mistaken, my family—the Treasure. ”

"There is no shirk. ”

The vigilant shook in Tails' palm and flipped around.

The duke's young voice rang in everyone's ears:

"Take it, put it in the most prominent position, and I'm going to see it no matter what the occasion is—with you. ”

The sun is still shining, and the hooves are rolling.

But Marios's back stiffened completely.

Doyle looked cautiously at his superior, but the latter did not react in the slightest.

After a few seconds, the watchman's words slowly sounded:

"Abusing the rules and announcing personal vendetta is not the quality of a king. ”

"Your Excellency. ”

His voice was no longer as relaxed and indifferent as before, but more solemn and gloomy.

Tails smiled.

"I'm sorry to make you feel that way, Lord Marlos. ”

The new Duke of Xinghu's next familiar sentence made everyone's faces change:

"You can always take this sword with you when you enter the palace, and protest to your majesty, suggesting that he remove you from your post - of course, in the end, I guess, he will still put this sword in the royal treasury. ”

Tails narrowed his eyes, and his words were cold:

"But until then, according to tradition and rules, as the watchman of the royal guard, and the head of my personal guard......"

"I'm afraid that your duties as a member of the guard take precedence over your personal preferences. ”

At that moment, the muscles in Marios's arm tightened.

Tails snorted softly, and finally said:

"Where the responsibility lies, Wanwang Haihan. ”

Marios was still facing away from the carriage, but the members of the guard driving the carriage did not dare to look at his face.

In a dead and awkward atmosphere, Tails tapped the window with the hilt of his sword.

"Your Excellency the Watchman?"

At this moment, Doyle coughed violently and interrupted with a laugh:

"Ah, that, the Lord is a watchman, and he has a high rank, and he needs to report it before receiving a gift...... Well, our flag bearer, Hugo Fouby, will record everything for the day, and then His Majesty will make the decision......"

Perhaps it was the talent, Doyle's words eased the atmosphere a lot.

Tails frowned slightly:

"So troublesome?"

Doyle rushed to the window and gave the prince an apologetic smile.

The young duke also laughed:

"Forget it. ”

"The sword is no longer given to Marios. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt relieved.

But......

"Little D.D?"

The sudden salutation made Doyle subconsciously shake up:

"Huh?"

But then he realized who was calling himself:

"Yes...... Yes, Your Highness?"

I saw the duke leaning against the window of the car and sighed:

"Did you know that sixty years ago ......"

"Bella, the widow of Sume IV the Silent and the 'Witch Queen' of the Cavendier family, once murdered my grandfather along with the Blade-Lord's Tebak family in an attempt to crown John Bright Star, the last Duke of Starlake before me. ”

Tails' tone was mysterious, making every noun that popped out of his mouth more sensational.

What the?

The royal guards were in a slight uproar again, and even Gilbert could not control his expression.

Maybe it's too different from the previous impression, or maybe it's because there are too many secrets in this passage, Doyle was stunned for a moment at first, and replied extremely unnaturally:

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes?"

But Tails didn't care, he just looked at the vigilant in his hand intently:

"It was thanks to this legendary sword that my grandfather was crowned without losing his throne. ”

Doyle raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to send a questioning look to his boss, but Marios didn't look back.

"But can you feel it?"

The prince's face slowly turned solemn:

"From this sword, you can feel the kind of ...... between the supreme royal family and the two great feudal families sixty years ago Bloody rain?"

Bloody Rain......

Doyle's eyelids jumped.

"I ......"

But Tails didn't give him a chance to answer:

"Today, I have decided to give you the 'Vigilant', Officer Danny Doyle. ”

At that moment, Doyle's whole body was shocked.

Duke Starlake turned to Doyle, and the right color handed out the vigilant:

"As the most reliable of my six guard officers, behave well. ”

Tails narrowed his left eye:

"Don't disgrace it. ”

Like his peers, Doyle froze in place.

"Good...... Yes...... Huh?" staring at the sword, he first nodded subconsciously, and then realized something, and was immediately shocked!

But Doyle reacted very quickly, and before the sympathetic eyes of his peers came, he looked solemn, straightened up, and grasped the weapon at his waist in a dashing and crisp manner:

"Ahem, no, Your Highness, in fact, this sword I have now is the ...... left to me by my grandmother"

Doyle looked slightly sad, but immediately became firm, like a loyal young man inspired by something:

"I swore to my grandmother's grave that I would never be half-hearted until it broke......"

Tails snorted and shook the vigilant:

"So you don't want it?"

"Even if it's a precious Ancient Imperial Sword?"

Doyle shook his head like a rattle.

"Oh well. Tails sighed regretfully.

Doyle breathed a sigh of relief.

But......

"Glovo Pioneer!"

Amid Doyle's relieved voice and Tails' sudden roll call, the almost expressionless Gallover first tensed his nerves, and then looked at the prince with wary eyes.

I saw Tails smile and beckon to him.

"I heard that your grandfather also served in the royal guard and held a high position. ”

"Then I think the most suitable family to inherit this weapon is the Glovo family......"

Glover was slightly shocked.

But he subconsciously shook his head and was categorical:

"Nope. ”

Tails' smile was sluggish:

"No?"

"You don't want it either?"

Seeing that Gloover still had that immobile look, he shook his head like wood:

"Nope. ”

Tails sighed heavily.

When he looked up again, he suddenly found that at some point, the royal guards around the carriage had all turned their faces, either dutifully surveying the enemy, or talking to their peers in a matter-of-fact manner.

Even Doyle pulled the silent Glofo, looking talking and laughing.

"Okay. ”

Tails shook his head helplessly, and turned back to exchange glances with the strange-looking Gilbert:

"Then I have no choice but to say to them that both the Marlos, Doyle, and the Glovo family have disdained the 'vigilantes' who represent the relationship between the wealthy family and the Fuxing Palace, and have abandoned them as if they were ......."

Marios's hooves twitched slightly, and Doyle's smile froze.

And the prince chuckled, and threw his sword out of the carriage with regret:

"On the first day of my return, the watchmen were abandoned by them by the roadside......"

His whereabouts have not been known since. ”

In the next second, Tails let go of his hand without hesitation.

Smack.

Under the incredulous eyes of the royal guards, the precious ancient imperial sword, the heirloom of the Falkenhause family, the meaningful vigilant, just like that, he fell to the carriage and smashed to the ground in a lonely and helpless manner.

Shook up a lot of dust.

What the?

Doyle almost stared out of his eyes, and Gloover tightened his grip on the reins.

Several members of the guard subconsciously reined in their horses to avoid stepping on the eternal sword.

In an instant, the formation of the entire convoy was a little chaotic.

Marlos jerked his head back and stared at the nonchalant young duke.

He winked, and Doyle hurriedly slapped his horse to catch up, trying to scoop up the watchman before it was covered in dust......

"Good, D.D. ”

Tails' elbow rested on the window, his eyes lit up.

"Thank you, you still accepted this weapon that no one dared to ask for. ”

Doyle was already half-poking out of the horse's body and frozen in mid-air.

The soles of his feet were hooked into stirrups, and the palms of his hands hovered above the vigilant, just a foot from the hilt of his sword.

Doyle, who has a strange posture, shows off his equestrian prowess.

If you don't look at his expression.

"Remember, it means a lot, treat it well......" Tails looked at Doyle with interest as if frozen above his sword.

"Enough!"

Finally, Marouse reined back into his horse, his face furious.

"Your Highness, what do you want to do?"

The whole convoy stopped for it.

Gilbert sighed, looking at Tails with a slightly complicated look.

Stiffened in mid-air, Doyle seemed to be pardoned, and he crawled back to the saddle, not looking at the unusual sword.

"What do I want to do?"

Tails repeated the sentence slowly, his tone deepened.

He turned to Marlos, his otherwise witty and relaxed expression becoming serious.

"It's simple. ”

Tails swept over every royal guard and spoke in a deep voice:

"I want to tell you: this sword of mine is heavy and heavy. ”

Marios' eyes flickered slightly.

"From the Central Collar to the Western Wilderness, from the Kingdom of Stars to Exeter, it bears the weight of many, many people. ”

"Sometimes I don't know if I can handle it. ”

Doyle and Glove looked at each other.

"So, when my mission conflicts with yours," Tails stared at the watchman's expression, stretching the rhythm of his words to the limit:

"I want you to do more than just 'I'm sorry'. ”

"My guards. ”

No one answered.

Including Marlos.

Tails withdrew his warning gaze and sat up straight.

"And next time, if you have to put Your Majesty's orders and my wishes at both ends of the chessboard......"

He said lightly:

"Then you'd better make sure that you can hold this damn sword with yourself in the middle. ”

The royal guards were silent.

Even Marlos froze in place, looking at Tails with a complicated look.

"Because, no matter how troublesome you think my wishes are," Tails knocked on the carriage and looked coldly at the vigilante on the ground:

"Don't forget, there are more troubles in this world than you think......"

"More troublesome things. ”

At that moment, with a little satisfaction, Tails suddenly understood something.

Falkenhause, he gave himself more than a sword.

Rather, it's a direction.

With that in mind, Tails sat back down.

"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood today. ”

"D.D., can you get my sword back?"

Doyle was about to lean over to take his sword, but hesitated again.

"You mean ......"

"You, your sword?"

Tails let out a sigh.

"Yes. ”

He smiled a friendly smile at Doyle through the window:

"It's 'my' sword. ”

Tails said with deep meaning:

"Because no one but me can handle it. ”

Marles was silent.

So, under the gaze of all men, with great caution, Doyle quickly scooped up the watchman and handed it back to the prince with lightning speed, as if a moment of delay was about to be doomed.

Tails took the sword, stroked its arc, and sighed softly.

"Now, because of you, the sword is dusty and dirty in the carriage," Tails put down his guard and looked at his guards indifferently:

"So, before going back to the Fuxing Palace......"

"I need to get outside and get some fresh air. ”

"Preferably on a good horse that is docile and obedient and tall and strong. ”

He stared at the leading Marlos with burning eyes:

"Questions?"

Under the nervous or uneasy gaze of his colleagues, Marsuits did not say a word, only frowned deeply.

A few minutes later.

Tails sat comfortably on his horse, staggering, undulating, and strolling along with the royal guards.

Looking at the wilderness scenery on the outskirts of Yongxing City, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The royal guards pulled up their cloaks to hide their identities, and they seemed to be scattered in formation, but in fact they meticulously surrounded him.

In addition, Marhros also refused Gilbert's request to erect the nine-pointed star flag, allowing the carriage to go first, and instead disguised himself as a standing army with the handover of defense.

But......

This is just the beginning.

Isn't it?

Tails whispered in his heart.

"You've not only grown up," sighed Gilbert, who was on the other horse, on one side:

"You still ...... It's different. ”

Tails lowered his head, his mood indescribable.

"Yes. ”

Gilbert nodded, his eyes full of emotion.

"Just now, I thought I was back when I was thirty-five. ”

Tails looked up:

"Why?"

Gilbert smiled.

He let out a long sigh, as if going back in time:

"Well, because I went to Broken Dragon Fortress at that age. ”

Tails was stunned.

Broken Dragon Fortress?

"It was there that I met him for the first time. ”

Tails frowned:

"Who are you seeing?"

The Foreign Secretary paused slightly.

"Him. ”

Gilbert's tone was both fascination and jealousy:

"My negotiating partner. ”

"Exter's overlord. ”

"Born King. ”

"Nunn VII. ”

Hearing the name, Tails was stunned.

Nunn.

Facing Gilbert's reassuring and respectful eyes, he watched in a trance as the people in front of him came and went, and the scenery flowed.

I couldn't reply for a long time.