Coupled with that fighting habit of going against the odds...

Thinking of this, Sak'el suddenly understood.

I see.

"Exter." The knight said calmly.

Thales raised his eyebrows.

The punishment knight showed a complicated expression:

"Your fighting is Yankee style."

Those people believe in actual combat as their creed, despise training and moves, and believe that "all good soldiers are beaten out" are rough and reckless men.

Therefore, this child's excellent stress resistance and survival response in battle come from here.

I don't know what Sak'el thought, he chuckled:

"No wonder you are so beaten."

Thales' face turned dark.

Yankee...

Take the beating.

He thought of the Fallen Star.

That damn, annoying, "you owe me a girlfriend" dead face.

Take a beating?

Thinking of the endless bullying and abuse carried out by the other party in the name of training, Thales snorted in his heart.

forget it.

On the training ground, that dead face would only beat him again and again, never correct him, and rarely teach. If ridicule and sarcasm can be regarded as teaching, let alone teaching.

When Thales questioned him with strong arguments, the Meteor Man would always look like "you are a weakling who knows nothing".

Then continue to publicize private revenge.

The beating was even harder than last time.

pity.

Countless thoughts went through his mind in just a few seconds. The punishment knight looked at the young man and shook his head slightly.

He has already started.

If he grows older, becomes more proficient, and has more experience, he can go a step further, be reborn, and begin to learn to turn the slim chance between life and death into a chance of victory...

Thinking of this, Sak'el's face cast a shadow.

pity.

He's going to stop here.

He must die here.

This is the only way.

The next moment, the punishment knight raised his weapon again!

"Is that you?" Thales hissed.

"Traitor of the Royal Guard?"

Sak'el's ax struck a blow.

He looked at Thales with a cold look in his eyes.

"So when you wielded the sword against me, you had no regrets or hesitation," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword:

"Because the vows you made to Samuel before were all farts?"

At that moment, Sak'el's figure swayed in the air!

Thales was shocked.

The punishment knight took a step back, covered his forehead fiercely, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Shut up!" Sak'el closed his eyes and growled.

At this moment, Thales didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to someone in 'another world'.

I saw Sak'el trembling:

"It will all be over soon."

"Finish……"

"No more... nightmares."

He gasped in pain.

After a few seconds, Sak'el regained his composure.

He slowly let go of his hand and looked at Thales coldly.

"Please be at ease, Your Highness."

The knight moved forward again, making Thales nervous again:

"After your misfortune, I will take full responsibility for the crime to console you for the injustice you suffered here."

His dull voice became sad and angry:

"And your secret will be buried here without damaging your reputation."

To console me for the injustice I suffered?

My reputation?

"So it's really you, isn't it?"

Seeing the sad and generous expression of 'for your own good', Thales sneered:

"A noble knight from the imperial era, Sak'el?"

But Sacher stopped answering and took a step forward.

After failing to communicate, Thales exhaled in frustration and opened the Iron Body pose again.

"Hey, you, stay away from that boy!"

A sudden shout broke the confrontation between the two.

Sak'el and Thales turned their heads.

I saw the owner of my tavern, Tampa, standing on the other side of the corridor, covering his newly bandaged arm, and said viciously:

"Didn't you see? If it hadn't been for him just now, we would all be here!"

The three rescued hostages noticed this.

Not far away, Marina had retrieved her swords and was looking at the two people confronting each other suspiciously.

Quick Rope blinked incomprehensibly, pointed at Sak'el, matched his movements with his mouth, and silently asked Thales: I thought... he was on your side?

Thales smiled with difficulty.

He was.

Now, he is probably more willing to kill me.

Sak'el snorted coldly and turned to the tavern owner.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

etc.

Thales' heart moved.

He remembered what the other party had just said.

【And your secret will be buried here without damaging your reputation.】

Buried like this...

That means……

"In the desert, you'd better respect your savior..."

Tampa continued. He gritted his teeth and said to Sakel, who looked restless:

"So you leave the child alone..."

But before he could finish speaking, Sak'el's eyes sharpened and he swung the axe!

"No!"

Thales subconsciously stretched out his hand and shouted:

"careful"

At that moment, Tampa only saw the man with the brand on his head spread his arms!
To be continued...