"There's no need to rush. ”

"The Grand Duchess's political meetings will continue until the sun goes down, and you will have time to go there in the afternoon, and I will send someone to speak to the Viscount of Reston. ”

In the bedroom on the second floor, Tails glanced at the midday sun, wrung a wet towel from the basin, and wiped his head and face while talking to Putile, who was sitting behind him.

Looking at the back of the second prince, who was much wider and taller than six years ago, the silent Putile touched the wrinkles on his face and watched the flame in the pipe slowly extinguish.

It's hard to imagine that this is the skinny boy who couldn't even ride a horse six years ago.

The boy who gritted his teeth and broke into Valhalla.

Tails pressed the towel to his face and exhaled a long breath: "Believe me, she doesn't feel good every time she finishes listening to politics, and the same goes for the Regent of Lisban: if I were you, I wouldn't be too early to get bad luck." ”

Putile began to fill the tobacco again, and snorted, "I guess Archduchess Walton is still not on the list of many Northlanders, is she?"

Tails raised his eyebrows: "Recognition?"

He couldn't help but shrug his shoulders when he remembered what he had seen and heard in the past six years.

"Just convincing the vassals of Longxiao City to salute the new Grand Duchess at the funeral of King Nunn has almost exhausted the prestige of Lisban's more than twenty years as prime minister—and this is when five grand dukes, including the king, endorse her. ”

Tails remembered the strange funeral: King Nunn, with his eyelids covered in gold coins, lying quietly in the center of the Hall of Heroes, with the stitches around his neck obscured by his collar, and the vassals slowly approached with shock and depression, glancing at the new young lord in disbelief, and then angrily and puzzledly at the iron-faced Risban, as if the latter had betrayed them.

The prince snorted lightly, threw the towel into the basin, walked to the single compartment, and sighed while unbuttoning and tying the undershirt: "As the grand duchess of Longxiao City, her situation in the past six years can be imagined. ”

Outside the cubicle, Putile stood up and nodded thoughtfully.

"By contrast, as a hostage prince in the heart of an enemy country......" The former Vice-Envoy of the Stars walked to the window and glanced at the guards who could be seen everywhere in the backyard, "At least they value you." ”

"If you're referring to the corridor to the ceiling, from the balcony to the courtyard, the dense crowd of palace guards and Grand Dukes' personal guards......" Tails took off his undershirt and inadvertently touched the round burn scar on his chest with his fingers, triggering a memory of the past.

He sighed and picked up a new undershirt and slipped it on.

"Let me put it this way, after the assassination of Nunn six years ago, that dead-faced Nicolai has become more and more neurotic, eager to turn Valhalla into a no-go prison, or a barracks for patrolling day and night. ”

Tails said helplessly while putting on his clothes: "No matter where I go, they will probably turn it up three days in advance." ”

Putirai looked at the guards standing in the corridor and bowed his head slightly, "It's good to hear that the Starfall is so responsible. ”

"When you see him, you won't think so, the people before you are not less angry with him," Tails in the compartment put on his smock and grabbed the intricate belt hanging on the wall, the J dagger on it made him frown slightly:

"Viscount Connie's mission, the one the time the mount was sent from home, Nicollet almost didn't cut the horse into pieces and sew it back to me. ”

Tails expertly wrapped the belt around it, buttoned it four times, and sat down to put on his boots.

Putile turned back from the window and spat out a puff of smoke without hesitation.

The prince's desk was full of books, some half-opened, some with bookmarks, and many notes.

On the sword rack next to it, three sheathed swords were neatly arranged, and two shields were stacked next to the sword stand.

The corners of Putilai's mouth curled.

His gaze shifted to Tails' bed, the futon and pillows were as clean as new.

Probably a frequent change of washing...... Putile thought so.

But his gaze moved to the corner of the wall not far from the bed, which ordinary people might not notice, but the keen Putile found that this corner was more translucent than the wall next to it.

Just fit the area where a person is lying against the corner.

Putira's eyes narrowed.

After a few seconds, he sighed silently.

"Your Highness," Putilai's mood calmed down inexplicably, and his tone was serious: "How have you been doing in the past few years?"

The voice in the compartment paused for a few tenths of a second.

It's as if the people in the compartment are thinking about the answer.

"Ha," the prince's exhalation came, sounding unconcerned, "regular work and rest times, magnificent northland scenery, and safety guards with you, no longer have to worry about your life, no longer have to face treacherous and cunning enemies......"

"All you have to worry about is a little girl and her female officers, plus a dead face and a bad old man regent......"

In the cubicle, Tails tied up his boots, his breathing slowed, and his face was silent: "Why not?"

Why not?

Putile did not speak.

"But ......"

Seconds later, the fully assembled Tails pushed open the door to the cubicle and walked into the bedroom.

He raised his head, looked at Putirai in front of his desk, and said sincerely, "It's still a pleasure to meet you, Putitile." ”

"In Longxiao City, you don't see old friends every day. ”

Especially those who have gone through hardships together.

Tails added in his heart.

He picked up a half-hand sword from the sword stand, tested the weight, and inserted it into his belt.

"I'd love to say that so am I, Your Highness," Puttillah smiled, "but you know, I'm not used to too sensational dialogue. ”

Tails scoffed.

"So, where have you been for the past six years?" the young prince stood in front of the dressing mirror and pulled his collar at random, "I thought that you would stay in Longxiao City with me—as Gilbert's appointed teacher." ”

Putile bit his pipe and crooked his mouth and snorted.

"Speaking of instructors, I've heard that you've caused a lot of trouble for the teachers in Longxiao City?" he said lightly, not seeming to hear Tails' question.

Tails blinked, not continuing to ask him about his whereabouts for the past six years.

"First of all, I'm not very used to a lot of people's lectures, and I'm a straightforward person," he shook his hair, thinking that it was about the same, "and secondly, I don't think it's the education of a grand duke......

Tails' voice was a little quieter.

Putirai spat out his pipe: "What?"

The young prince shook his head and cleared the scenes of several classes in his mind: "It's nothing, you just think that I don't like them." ”

Putile looked at him and chuckled.

"As for your education, the country is also very troubled," the thin lord said lightly, "Therefore, I have come here to invite a teacher for you. ”

"Got a teacher?" Tails frowned slightly, "I thought you were going to teach me yourself?"

"I'll only teach you to be a gloomy prince full of intrigue," Putile laughed, "at most I'll teach you to sing a few colored bards—Gilbert will probably kill me." ”

Tails laughed dryly at him, then lowered his face.

"You should know that King Chaman did not allow the people of the stars to come and teach me. ”

Tails sighed slightly, "He refuses to let any Star people interfere in the education of the Star Prince. ”

The prince remembered the scene when he was educated by the nobles of the Northlands with the girl

The Exeters, who taught the lingua franca and even orc with a Northland accent, also taught Northland history and traditions, memorized the importance of the Thirty-Eight Lookouts and the dangers of the Broken Dragon Fortress, but did not teach the ancient imperial language, did not teach the history of the empire, did not teach the past of the stars, and did not even teach elven language and aristocratic rhetoric—everything that Gilbert had given him in Mindeth Hall.

Tails shook his head helplessly.

Luckily, it's convenient to practice against the toughest Northland warriors and hone their Northland swordsmanship.

"Please don't worry. ”

"That bachelor is from the Dragon's Kiss Academy in the Duchy of Anrenzo, and he is highly respected and famous," Ptile seemed to anticipate what he was about to say, and spat out another smoke ring without hesitation: "He will arrive a few days late, and will teach you and the Grand Duchess at the same time: and the Regent of Lisbane will only surprise him with his arrival." ”

Tails paused slightly, and his eyes flashed with doubts: "Dragon Kiss Academy?"

Putile stretched out his pipe and smashed the tobacco on the windowsill without hesitation under the prince's brow on the verge of killing the mosquito.

"When he was younger, he used to be my tutor and Gilbert's," said Putile, with emotion, "but it took a lot of effort for Gilbert and I to move him." ”

Putile and Gilbert's ...... Teacher?

Tails remembered the former foreign secretary he hadn't seen in years, and his curiosity grew.

"Who is it?"

"You'll know," Putile said calmly, "before that, please forgive me for keeping some surprises for you. ”

Surprise?

Tails raised an eyebrow in a direction he couldn't see.

"So, Puttilai. ”

The second prince narrowed his eyes:

"You're here to solve my education problem?"

Putilai snorted playfully with a playful expression, and the topic changed lightly: "Yes, otherwise, in six years, the heir of the Star Kingdom will soon become a Northlander." ”

Tails rolled his eyes helplessly.

But in the next moment, Putirai's eyes suddenly glowed with a strange light.

"Your Highness Tails," Putile tapped his pipe with a deep expression, "have you been homesick for six years?"

Tails froze.

Family.

Abandoned House, Sunset Bar, Yala.

When he thought of "home", the first words that popped up in his mind were these words.

Maybe...... And Gilbert, Genie, and Yodel?

Tails folded his arms and sighed.

"I don't know," he barely managed to squeeze out a smile, "I haven't been in the stars for long, and I have a shallow impression of it. ”

Putirai looked at him silently, not saying a word.

Tails, who was originally a little sad, was a little puzzled by him.

"Very well," saw Putira's deep gaze, staring into his eyes, "Then it's time to strengthen it." ”

Tails froze.

After a few seconds, the prince, who understood something, sighed.

"Myko?" Tails asked softly, lowering his head.

Putirai whistled softly: "Or else?"

The prince's expression froze.

After a long moment, Tails snorted with a smile and lowered his face:

"I don't know if I should be happy or sad. ”

Tails took a deep breath, stood up sharply, and grabbed a book on the desk: "Let's go!"

Putirai was taken aback: "Huh, where are you going?"

"Ah, didn't I tell you?" the prince turned his head and showed his white teeth: "I'm used to it, once a month, I go out of the palace to play chess." ”

(End of chapter)