k horse who was upset because of missing dinner), and the guards and servants along the way were all unheard of.

"Sorry Cohen, I didn't expect it to be such a big mess at the time," Thales said tiredly:

"I just wanted to borrow your family name, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to do it."

"Forget it, anyway, the director will definitely suspend my job after knowing it. I just hope that he won't deduct my salary." Cohen with a swollen nose and a swollen face held his family sword tragically, with a snot and tears: "No, I Come to think of it, I was in the midst of suspension and reflection..."

"And the first person to do it was not me, it was kicked in the back..."

Doyle "cough" twice behind his back, and said in a low voice:

"Does the director know your Highness?"

Cohen was taken aback, and then reacted with unprecedented response, awe-inspiring:

"Ah, Your Highness! It is my honor to lead you!"

historical

"With our friendship, I would like to go through fire and water for you!"

Cohen was not the first to do it, so...

Thales glanced behind him:

Rolf looked away and snorted coldly.

"Tsk tusk, little Jialun, I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it!"

Doyle patted Glover on the shoulder with satisfaction, ignoring the latter’s discomfort:

"You are also a fellow man!"

"When shall we exchange our experience of going to Hongfang Street..."

Glover grunted, and left him to move forward:

"Go!"

D.D, who was rejected, was a little embarrassed. He smiled at Gernard and Willow behind him:

"We...that have a good relationship, we speak more casually, casually."

Huiya kept up with Thales, worrying:

"Your Highness, are you... have you got what you wanted?"

Thyls, who was contemplative, came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly:

"I'm still alive, right?"

Huaia looked at his expression, and stopped talking:

"But..."

"By the way, the Marico Pioneer officer just now," Thales interrupted him by raising an eyebrow, breaking the topic:

"Is the others not bad?"

Glover behind him disdainfully snorted.

"Although he has more or less thoughts of being well-known and loyal, in the end, he compromised," Thales scratched his chin:

"He did not push the situation to the end in order to fulfill his reputation of facing the prince and not fearing the power and authority, and let his men ruin the future."

"There is no difference," Glover was glum:

"He is still a self-righteous bastard."

"And the dozen or so idiots who were beaten up by us will probably still be grateful to Brother Dahang, thinking that he saved himself."

Thyls shook his head:

"You have to give him a step down."

"And we have to tolerate: people are imperfect, fat."

Hearing this name, Glover showed embarrassment and couldn't help slowing down.

"Huh, Fat Dun'er?" Doyle caught up from behind, his gaze turned, interested:

"Why does Your Highness call you that? You are not fat, at least you are not fat in clothes. Could it be that you are...chubby?"

Brother Luofu had a meal, and became fierce again:

"Call me that again—"

"——You are very dangerous." Cohen passed by the two of them, and finished the second half sentence for the zombies listlessly.

The ferocious Glover gave a choked expression.

"He--" Glover was half fierce and unsustainable. He sighed and said reluctantly:

"You are right."

Golofo gave D.D a glance, gave a cold snort, and left angrily.

Just leave Doyle standing still in ignorance.

When did their relationship feel so good?

Obviously I am the partner of the zombies, and I am the grandson of that stupid uncle’s brother-in-law, okay?

He had to turn to the last Rolf, and helplessly explained:

"I know, they're hard to do, right? I don't care about the feelings of others—"

But Rolf walked past him blankly, without even looking at Doyle.

"Accepted——"

Only D.D rubbed his nose awkwardly, and ridiculed himself in the air:

"It's okay, I'm fine, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Rolf, and, happy cooperation."

The answer to him was the snarl of the dark horse Jenny's disdain.

Forefront of the team, Huaiya took a deep breath.

"But I know, Your Highness, even if Marico doesn't agree to your terms," ??the attendant smiled:

"You won't let those guards get wronged for nothing, right?"

Talston took a moment.

He was a little surprised, not knowing what he thought.

The next second, the prince sneered noncommittal:

"Who knows?"

Huaiya was startled.

Thales didn't speak much, he took a big step and went forward.

Huaia looked at the prince’s back and couldn’t help but speak:

"Strange."

"What's the matter?" Glover asked casually, worried.

Huiya shook his head.

"I don't know," he looked at Thales from behind:

"I just think something is wrong with your Highness."

Rolf dismissed the hum and made a rude gesture.

Glover said: "Why?"

Huiya hesitated for a second and said:

"That question, he put it in the past, he will smile easily and definitely say ‘of course’."

"And never hesitate."

Rolf was slightly startled.

Glover thoughtfully.

————

Fuxing Palace, royal guard duty room.

"The alarm in the palace has been on for an hour, and it has been a long time since no one came to you for a small report."

The watchman of the Royal Guard, Tormund Mallos gently put down his yerba mate and said calmly:

"At least tell me, what happened outside?"

"For example, did the Fuxing Palace catch fire?"

Opposite him, the deputy guard and chief flag officer, Vogel Tallen opened the next document.

"Daily guard exercises, you don’t need to worry about it," the deputy guard captain did not look up:

"Our work here is not finished yet-answer me, the defense and duty work of Mindis Hall, do you arrange the arrangement according to the rules of the Royal Guard?"

Malles raised his head, the polyphonic array on the wall continued to run, shining brightly.

Record everything faithfully.

"Daily exercises, 30 people will need to be fully armed to block the door of the guard room and surround the two of us. Are you allowed to enter and not to leave?" Mallos whispered.

The room was silent for a while.

Vogel laughed, and understatement:

"We must exercise to deal with all situations-answer questions."

Everything.

Mallos squinted his eyes: "Even me?"

Vogel raised his eyes and shot the opponent directly:

"especially you."

especially you.

Malios closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Tell me," the watchman said helplessly:

"He wasn't stupid enough to assassinate Your Majesty, right?"

Vogel had a feast as he flipped through the file.

"It’s actually not that hard to guess." Mallos reached out and closed the cover of the document while answering the other’s surprise:

"Except for the prince to force the palace to rebel, I can't think of anything else. He wants to keep his guard captain here like a thief, and you are dragging me for a reason."

Vogel was expressionless.

Malios sighed:

"Well, that kid shouldn't be that stupid, but who knows, after all, he was taught by a native of the North."

Malos looked at Vogel seriously: "Listen, if the situation is out of control, you will need me."

The two men in the guard room were silent for a while.

"Okay, I can let you go."

Mallos' eyes lit up.

"As long as you answer me truthfully one thing."

Vogel looked at the polyphonic circle on the wall and made up his mind.

"That kid..."

"Your Majesty..."

"Born blood?"

Malles raised his eyes suddenly!

Born blood.

"What happened to Your Highness?"

Malios speeded up his speech and asked:

"Is he still alive?"

The reaction and attitude of the watchman made Vogel frowned.

"If he is not his own person, then he is..."

Vogleton took a moment, stared at his opponent, and tentatively said:

"The blood of His Royal Highness Prince Midil?"

Crown Prince Midiel.

Malles was taken aback when he heard the words, then he exhaled and laughed.

He leaned back in his chair.

"So, is he safe?"

"He is not safe, it has a lot to do with this," Vogel persisted:

"answer me."

Mallos chuckled, looking back at him, jokingly.

"His Royal Highness Midil died eighteen years ago, which is 660 years in the end calendar," the watchman looked at Vogel directly:

"As for that child, he is fourteen years old this year."

Eighteen years ago.

Fourteen.

Vogel reacted with some inexplicable embarrassment.

"Well, then we--"

boom!

The gate of the guard room was knocked open.

Malles and Vogel turned their heads together, one was relieved, the other was unhappy.

Wea, the officer in charge of the banner, walked in with a mournful look: "Sir--"

"I said don't disturb." Vogel said unhappily.

Wea Banner Officer's expression was even more ugly, he nodded mechanically, letting out the figure behind.

"Is it here?"

Prince Thales stepped into the room, surprised the two sitting opposite, and stood up at the same time.

"It's such a broken ground," Thales frowned:

"You guys can talk too much, right?"

Behind him, the heads of Doyle, Cohen, Wya and others grew out of the door frame, and looked curiously at the guard room where only the long-term staff came to rest.

"Your Highness."

Vogel is a little unbelievable:

"You... everything is fine."

Thales waved his hand to indicate that he knew.

"Your Highness."

Malios looked calmly:

"Have fun?"

Tels snorted coldly and gave him a roll of eyes.

"What are you surprised?" The prince waved his hand and turned to leave:

"Come back home!"

Malios raised his eyebrows at Vogel, indicating that he had no choice.

Vogel reacted and spoke hard:

"Your Highness."

"The paperwork for the flag wing has not been completed yet."

Vogel came to Thales and blocked his way in a dark manner:

"And this is an important tradition of the Royal Guard. It is related to the safety of the royal family. Please understand."

Thyls cocked his mouth.

"Who is that?"

"The villain of the guard, you see that Mallos can't help him..."

"What will your Highness do?"

"A silver coin, I bet he will come hard, such as threatening his home..."

"Then I bet soft..."

The chirping voice came from behind.

Tyles' face stiffened, and he looked back suddenly!

Several heads on the door frame disappeared.

The surrounding area is quiet.

The prince looked back at the banner officer:

"What if I don't understand?"

Vogel suppressed his anger, bowed, and smiled:

"His Royal Highness, allow me to introduce it. This is a polyphonic circle."

Tyles followed his gaze and turned to the wall, and found the strange circle that was shimmering.

Magic.

Is magic again.

Inexplicable irritability hits my heart.

"It is recording everything we say at this moment, without leaving a word," Vogel is neither humble nor overbearing, and uses decent terms:

"Passed on to future generations, for comment."

Thales frowned.

"Later life?"

Vogel nodded:

"Although the polyphonic stone used for recording is an extremely rare consumable, but the stars have been in the history for hundreds of years, and many wills and wills of the princes have been left in this way."

He squinted his eyes:

"Many historians wrote books and biography for the princes of the stars, spreading them to all generations, and this is the source."

Write a book and spread it to all generations...

Thyls stopped when he heard the words, and subconsciously adjusted his collar.

"Glover, Doyle, you accompany your majesty back first," Mallos said out, and he calmly said:

"I'll be there soon."

"It won't be too long."

Zombie and D.D were about to enter the room, but Vogel turned his head and stared back.

The eyes of Mallos and Vogel met in the air.

If there is electric light.

Tyles tidied his collar fingers and paused.

"Polyphonic circle? So, no matter what I say now," the boy slowly turned around:

"Behind me, the kings and queens for hundreds of thousands of years, can they hear it?"

Vogel nodded cheerfully:

"Yes, so in order to be thorough, you might as well go first..."

"Okay." Thales sighed and walked to the wall.

Vogel couldn't help but laugh at this:

"There is no reasonable method, you cannot disassemble..."

But Thales just put his palms in front of his mouth, aimed at the magic circle, and took a deep breath.

"My descendants, listen carefully, listen, listen..."

Vogel was puzzled.

Malios's expression changed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Tyles called for the crime of the prison river, focusing on the vocal cords and throat, the voice became louder and louder.

"Listen...Listen...Listen..."

The next second, he looked terrifying and roared:

"Listen to Nima's ah ah ah ah ah ah stupid stuff——"

The guard room was not big, and the sound of Hong Lei was deafening. The lights in the room trembled and even the yerba mate in the cup was spilled.

The roar fell, and the room fell silent, except for the lingering sound outside the corridor, shocking the palace.

The light of the ?? magic circle flashed a few times, became a lot dim, and was dying.

Thales exhaled.

After roaring this voice that has spread to the world, he only feels refreshed and refreshed.

The prince tidyed up his appearance, turned his head contentedly, and faced the two men who had been petrified and the stone heads on the door frames. He was gentle and personable:

"Excuse me, is the paperwork finished yet?"

Tired, constantly chaptering.

If any banned word has been blocked or changed by the system (I often don’t know it, because there is no notification), please call me back and change it.

(End of this chapter)