"Just kidding, don't mind."

Before Thales could react, Mallos put away his smile, looked solemn, held his chest, and bowed respectfully on his horse:

"His Royal Highness Thales, Watchman of the Royal Guard, Tormund Mallos."

"By His Majesty's order, my colleagues and I will be honored to be your personal bodyguards."

Following the leader's movements, the twenty-four knights behind him moved in unison and bowed on their horses.

"From this moment until the last moment."

Wow.

Seeing their textbook salutes and attitudes, Thales, who had originally thought of asking them to recite the royal guard oath, began to believe in their identities.

"Oh, thank you, Tomon... Mallos."

Thales, who frequently switched between embarrassment and relief, couldn't stand such a scene. He smiled dryly and waved, gesturing for them to get up:

"But now let's put the fire under it. It's not a big problem. We can definitely find a consensus."

But Mallos seemed to deliberately prevent him from worrying.

"Yes, it's time to get rid of the life of being dependent on others, stay away from ambitious people with ill intentions, and return to the protection of your family."

While saying this, Mallos, who straightened up, glanced at Dele inadvertently.

These words made Dele very angry:

"I believe that His Highness the Prince is wise enough and does not need other people's guidance."

Mallos smiled:

"Then hurry up, Earl, do you want to fight or surrender? What are you waiting for? Your Majesty's certificate of commendation?"

The eyes of both sides became sharp again, just like the weapons in their hands.

With all his previous efforts in vain, Thales fell down on the saddle, feeling pain in both his head and buttocks.

But at this moment, Thales heard something.

"Dele," Paul's expression changed next to Thales:

"That is……"

There was a sudden commotion on the Earl of Wing Castle's side.

"Rumble..."

And soon, Thales also saw: behind the royal guards, several large flags appeared on the Gift Avenue, accompanied by shadowy figures and rising and falling horse hooves.

somebody is coming.

"Flag of Fury," Dele stared into the distance, looking a little disappointed:

"It is the central standing army stationed around Yongxing City."

"Wrath of the Direct Kingdom."

Thales' expression changed.

The crow whistles and infantrymen began to whisper.

"And the Starry Battle Flag."

Thales stared at the flag he had seen before:

"It is the northern standing army under the command of the Flower of the Fortress, serving the Broken Dragon Fortress."

Dele's expression became even more ugly.

"It seems he didn't lie," Dele said sarcastically, waving his hand to remove the Crow Whistle's attack:

“It’s really inspiring.”

Paul hesitated as he did so:

"Maybe it's to support the western front and change the anti-blade camp?"

Dele snorted softly:

"Then they came so quickly: How many days has it been since the incident happened in the camp?"

Tails wisely did not interrupt.

Soon, the distant team came to the front:

It was a cavalry force of nearly a hundred people, carrying different flags, surrounding a double carriage in the center.

They came to the side of the royal guards. Their body movements were not as sharp as the latter's, and their mounts and equipment were not as sophisticated as the latter's, but they were better in being uniform and orderly.

"Great," the blond Doyle sighed:

"The person in charge is here."

Soon, in the eyes of everyone, the simple carriage of this new team stopped beside the royal guards.

A gentle and steady voice came out steadily from the carriage:

"Good morning, everyone."

Listening to this voice, Thales's breathing slowly quickened.

"You are walking a little too fast, Lord Mallos," the man in the carriage seemed helpless:

"Count Los has been complaining that this day and night journey will consume the soldiers' physical strength."

When asked, Mallos twitched his lips and turned his horse's head.

"Fortunately, you are not walking too slowly, Your Excellency," his tone was as calm as before, but he nodded and saluted the carriage habitually:

"I'm worried about being misunderstood as a kidnapper."

The next second, as laughter spread, the owner of the carriage opened the door and stepped off the ground.

The moment he saw the person coming, Thales breathed a sigh of relief and completely felt at ease.

It was as if a journey he had started a long time ago had finally come to an end.

"It's okay, Dele," Thales subconsciously comforted the Earl of Wing Castle and unconsciously raised his mouth:

"We're fine."

The man who got off the carriage still walked steadily and had a friendly attitude. He leaned on his accustomed cane and ignored the tense situation between the two sides. He naturally came to Mallos' side and looked at Thales from a distance.

His gaze lasted for several seconds, mixed with emotions such as eagerness, surprise, and sigh.

The place fell silent and no one spoke.

The prince accepted the other person's gaze calmly.

But when he subconsciously wanted to laugh, Thales found that his cheeks were a little stiff.

Finally, the visitor let out a long sigh and showed a happy smile:

"You look very energetic."

The middle-aged man's voice trembled slightly:

"My little sir."

The moment he heard this title, Thales felt an echo in his ears, and he seemed to have returned to the past.

But this time...

Thales silently stared at the middle-aged nobleman in front of him.

He noticed that although the other party's smile remained the same and he was polite and decent, his temples were stained with star spots, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious, and the skin on his face was sunken and loose.

Even his body shape has become a lot more rickety under the gift of time.

Thales felt a little heavy in his heart.

But in the end, he took a deep breath, put away his uncontrollable expression, suppressed the countless emotions rising from the bottom of his heart, and tried his best to speak softly with the smoothest, most positive and relaxed attitude:

"The same to you."

"Nice to see you again."

The prince smiled brightly:

"Gilbert."

The surroundings were quiet, no one from either side made a sound.

Until the middle-aged nobleman, the cunning fox of the stars, the honorary Earl Gilbert Castle nodded slowly.

"Me too, little sir," Gilbert's voice obviously had a few more fluctuations:

"I mean, Your Highness..."

His words were interrupted mid-sentence.

Gilbert raised his head first, blinked a few times, and after taking a few deep breaths, finally returned his tone to normal:
To be continued...