"Everyone has a different evaluation of him," Lord Vindicator carefully chose his words: "But if I..."

"That prince is very quiet."

The men and horses of the stars nodded to each other: this was in line with their judgment of the prince's youth and maturity.

Only Putilai was surprised: "What?"

That guy...

Putilai thought of the image of an adult who talked eloquently but sometimes left people speechless.

Quiet?

He felt incredible.

"Most of the time, he sat quietly reading by himself, sometimes talking to himself or even reciting aloud, but he forgot to eat and sleep, and the position was different every time, from the corner of the courtyard to the cliff in the sky, thinking about his

The guards..."

"He leaves the palace every month to play chess in the spear area. He likes to stay in the box and play chess with himself. He will sit there for several hours until his entourage reminds him: the Grand Duke's bodyguards need to eat..."

"He doesn't care much about the disputes in Longxiao City. He refuses all palace banquets and hunting. Even though the nobles' eyes are fixed on him, he is very familiar with the servants in the palace. I heard that he likes to smile, even

Anyone who sees a letter crow will say hello."

"There are so many teachers who have taught him and Her Majesty the Grand Duchess, half of them couldn't last two months because they 'cannot agree with the prince's style'. Earl Lisban has a headache..."

"Ah," Putilai shook his head in disbelief, "I am here precisely to solve this problem."

Viscount Leiden looked strange:

"But he has a very good relationship with the Grand Duchess. The two of them often stay in the library from morning to afternoon, which makes him many enemies among the nobles of Longxiao City." At this point, Leiston lowered his voice and said:

"The Earl of Risban was very dissatisfied with him for this."

Not only that.

It also caused a lot of dissatisfaction and protests for the Grand Duchess.

Leston said silently.

Putilai knew it well and nodded gently.

After passing through countless doorways and heavy guards, the group finally arrived in front of a dilapidated and old three-story building with almost no foyer. There were still many palace guards standing there, scanning them with vigilant and fierce eyes.

"It's just like being in prison...you know, there are guards watching everywhere..." a Star Attaché whispered to his companions.

A guy who was obviously the leader walked out of the palace guards. He was tall, with sharp eyes and a long knife at his waist.

Viscount Lesden greeted the captain of the guard.

"Lord Justin," the Viscount nodded politely, stretched out his hand to the stars behind him, and introduced: "This is..."

The former deputy commander of the White Blade Guards, Lord Justin, who once defended the palace under the offensive of the Black Sand Territory, nodded calmly and looked around the guest:

"Putilai Nimman, I recognize him."

Putilai smiled: "Nice to meet you, I think..."

But Lord Justin obviously didn't like to talk too much. He remained expressionless and interrupted Putilai straight to the point: "I know your purpose."

"He is in the backyard, come with me."

Putilai smiled slightly and thanked him for his understanding.

"I will wait for you here," Leisden stood there with his hands behind his back, pursed his lips and nodded: "It will be a while before the Grand Duchess takes charge."

With anticipation, Xingchen's entourage looked at each other and followed Putilai through the first floor of the building to the back courtyard.

Even under the sunlight, the backyard shrouded in tree crowns still looked eerie and dilapidated, as if no one had lived in it for a long time: the floor tiles were uneven, covered with tree roots protruding from the rocks, and the pale tree trunks and cracks

The courtyard walls are almost integrated into one. The walls are desolate and shadows are everywhere, creating an ominous atmosphere in the air, making people feel melancholy at first sight.

A dozen soldiers who looked like Starmen stood in the dilapidated courtyard, guarding the entrance and exit.

A young star in his twenties saw them from a distance, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurried over to greet them.

"Oh, this is really a surprise." The young man was tall and tall, with an ordinary face, but a pair of sharp eyes: "Your Highness... I thought you would arrive in a week."

When the young man came to Putilai, Xingchen's attendants couldn't help but notice that there was an unsheathed long sword on his waist, with a single blade.

"Nice to meet you," Putilai blew out a smoke ring without hesitation and raised his eyebrows: "Attendant Wyatt Castle."

Upon hearing this surname, Xingchen's visitors all cast strange glances at Huaiya.

It turns out that it belongs to "Cunning Fox"...

But the prince's attendant didn't seem to like this kind of gaze. He turned sideways to let out the scene behind him.

At first sight, the guests were attracted by the strange man leaning against the wall with his arms folded: he had short light hair and covered the area from his throat to his nose with a silver mask, only revealing his tattooed face.

The upper half of his face looked at the people coming with a cold and alert look, as if they were intruders.

It makes people quite uncomfortable.

He is probably not very friendly. Many people think so.

"boom!"

A muffled sound came.

The visitor from the stars immediately turned his attention to the two people who were practicing swordsmanship in the field where the sound came from.

What caught the eye was the seven or eight-year-old boy.

He was seen holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He was covered in sweat, but his face was gritted with determination.

He withstood the attacks of the guard in front of him again and again.

"Raise your arms, pay attention to the ups and downs of my shoulders, anticipate the next attack, and defend in time..." The guard who was sparring with him was not tall to begin with, so he deliberately lowered his posture to take care of the boy's body.

Due to his movements and height, the wooden sword knocked on his joints from time to time, forcing the boy to retreat.

"boom!"

There was another muffled sound, and the boy fell to the ground in embarrassment.

He bit his lower lip, wiped the sweat from his head, rubbed his painful knees, and looked at the guard dissatisfied: "Does it have to be like this?"

"Stand up!" The guard shook his head and said in a serious and uncompromising tone, "Raise your sword!"

Huaiya frowned and looked at the seven or eight-year-old boy, as if he couldn't bear it, but in the end he stopped talking.

Putilai beside him narrowed his eyes and stared at the training on the field.

Everyone in Xingchen stretched their necks and looked at the boy on the ground who was gritting his teeth and enduring, but with a tough expression.

That is……

The only prince of the stars?

The one who was in the enemy's country as a hostage and used his life to maintain peace between the two countries...

But……

The visitors looked at the boy who was knocked down by a sword and felt sad.

The prince looked at his hands and legs, sighed heavily, and got up listlessly: "But this is too much to boast..."

"If you still want to inherit your father's position and take over his important responsibilities, isn't this necessary?" The guard's words came sternly from behind the helmet, which sounded scary, and the people watching around shook their heads: "Sharp

A sharp blade may be able to tear flesh and blood, but if it is held in a pair of unstable hands, you will not be able to cut even the most fragile reed!"

The prince, who was still a weak boy, could only take a deep breath to hold back his emotions. He refocused his attention and raised his sword and shield.

Many onlookers showed unbearable expressions, and many glanced at the newly arrived Putilai with strange expressions.

The sparring starts again.

"You know the essentials of this swordsmanship." Although the guard who looked like an instructor was stern, he still dutifully taught the boy and guided his movements: "The steps must be steady, but not too tight. Control your center of gravity. This is

It is especially important when transitioning between offense and defense..."

However.

"boom!"

The third time, the strong but weak boy fell hard to the ground, and the wooden sword fell to the ground.

There is no way to fight back.

Behind Putilai, the followers of Xingchen looked at each other with disappointment and looked away from the boy.

Obviously, His Royal Highness is not very talented in martial arts, and even knows nothing about it...

Their expectations became somewhat complicated.

If this is the future of Star Kingdom...

"That's enough," Huaiya, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't bear it anymore. The prince's attendant folded his arms and said dissatisfiedly to the boy's instructor: "He is only eight years old!"

Rolf, who was leaning against the wall, whistled softly and made a gesture that no one else could understand.

The prince on the ground took a deep breath, clenched his hands, and punched the ground hard, but he still looked at his instructor unyieldingly.
To be continued...