Lorenburg is a little-known little place in the Western Wilderness, and it seems to be a carefully selected place to stay.

Gilbert left early and went to the standing army to handle matters, while Thales, surrounded by the royal guards headed by Marius, left the carriage and entered the castle in front of him, which was as simple as a hut in the Shield District.

He didn't meet any local nobles who came to see him as a gift. Only the servants who shrank in the distance and lowered their heads tremblingly handed over lights, water, and food, which were then sent to Thailand by the royal guards (strictly separated from the princes and other people).

Beside Els.

Even the sentries outside the castle are manned by the royal standing army on the outside.

Even when Thales subconsciously smiles at a little maid who looks to be only eleven or twelve years old and hastily brings the meal (putting the plate on her head), Mallos' figure will appear at the right time, polite and gentle.

But it undoubtedly blocked his view.

Until the little maid escaped from the hall with a pale face under the fierce eyes of the royal guards who filled the hall.

This made Thales feel heartbroken for a while.

But because he had just arrived and the relationship was unfamiliar, Thales warned himself not to interfere with the actions of the royal guards.

And when Thales walked into this simple and even crude fortress hall, which to some extent only had military functions, and when he sat down at the long table at Mallos's signal, the feeling of heartache reached the point of

reached the peak.

"Old rules, take two people out and try the food first," Mallos stood beside Thales who was sitting without removing his armor or sword, and his calm voice came out in the hall:

"Let the Duke dine in half an hour."

"During this period, other people from the vanguard wing will go to survey the castle, the guard wing will set up defenses as usual, the logistics wing will go to check the kitchen, and everyone else will go to their posts."

Mallos squinted and looked in the direction where the little maid was going:

"And I don't want to see anyone walking into this hall without permission, even a chubby girl..."

“Also, no matter where the Duke goes, be it eating, bathing, resting in the toilet or taking a walk, make sure that at least two people are with him and that the Duke’s figure can be seen at all times. If something happens, the three layers of security on the outside must be able to respond at any time.

"

Thales couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

Marius's words seemed to be very authoritative. Twenty-two of the twenty-four people standing on both sides of the long table took the order and left the hall.

Mallos himself glanced at Thales. His eyes were calm and natural, but seemed to contain some kind of power, causing the latter, who was so hungry that he could not sit still, to sit up straighter subconsciously.

"Take good care of the Duke."

The chestnut-haired watchman left these words in an understatement and walked out of the hall.

The moment Mallos's heels left the door, Thales felt that the air in the hall became softer.

But the good times didn't last long, and the last two people left behind stepped forward without hesitation and took away the plates on Thales' table without ceremony.

Under Thales' horrified eyes, they carefully opened each item (even opening a pie made of unknown ingredients) and took a bite of each item.

Thales stared blankly at the ravaged meal, and even had an illusion:

He returned to the Northland, to Longxiao City, and to the Blood Courtyard.

No, it's worse than that.

At least the Northlanders won't eat his food.

One of them stopped briefly, got up immediately, and walked to the door to stand guard, but the other person...

"Oh, no, this pie is made of pumpkin. It tastes terrible."

The guard member standing closest to him complained bitterly while breaking off another piece of pumpkin pie and giving Thales a bright and sunny smile:

"No, Duke, you won't like this... I have to help you eliminate some, you're welcome..."

Thales looked at the fewer and fewer pumpkin pies and smiled awkwardly.

The knight biting into the pumpkin pie held the air in his hand, made a toasting gesture, smiled and nodded:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty Duke, it's just a routine inspection... Our standing army is camped outside the castle, there is nothing that can threaten your safety."

The knight in front of him said, his smile getting brighter.

When you say that, I feel even more uneasy...

"No, no, no, sir, you can't eat yet. You have to wait half an hour. If I don't foam at the mouth and die suddenly on the spot, you can start eating..." The knight gently held Thales's wrist, using a gentle force that could not be refuted.

The ground pushed him back.

Thales had no choice but to retract his hand that was grabbing the water glass angrily.

He recognized the blond knight in front of him as Dele's "distant relative", Doyle.

"So, uh, Marius is your leader, he's the highest ranking?"

Thales, who was bored waiting to test the poison, could only find something to talk about:

"You all have to listen to him?"

Doyle patted the crumbs on his hands, raised his eyebrows and nodded:

"Yes."

Doyle glanced at the door, and after realizing that Mallos' figure was completely gone, he began to smile, walked to Thales' side, and set the tableware for him:

"The royal guard has a strict and clear division of labor and system, including the hierarchy, which must not be violated."

As Doyle spoke, he kept moving his hands. He arranged the knives, forks, spoons, and different dishes in an orderly manner, in line with the table manners that Thales learned when he was a child.

Strict and clear...

Thales looked at the blond knight in front of him with interest:

"So what level are you at?"

Doyle spread the vegetables evenly on the plate and smiled:

"Take it easy, Your Highness, it's not that simple."

"Unlike the barbaric, rude and primitive Yankees and their funny guards that change every time, the Star Royal Guard has a long and glorious history, and its organization can be traced back to the Emperor's Guards in the imperial era..."

Doyle raised his index finger to the fourteen-year-old prince, smiled brightly, and had a "tell you a story" friendly look on his face:

"As the sacred team that protects His Majesty, the Emperor's Guards, we are divided into six wings according to different powers. Each wing has a chief and a second person in charge."

Six wings.

Thales was refreshed and remembered the former royal guards he had seen in the dungeon.

"First of all, it is the supreme command wing."

Doyle smiled warmly and used a knife and fork to separate two steaks on the plate.

"This is the brain of the whole guard. The first and second two seats, that is, the captain and deputy captain are responsible for commanding the entire guard. They have absolute authority and are only responsible to His Majesty. Before he was assigned to you, Mallos was the person in the command wing.

The Captain Adrian conveys orders and intelligence to the heads of each wing. Well, the level is not high, but the function is not small."

"And after he was promoted to be a watchman..."

Doyle shrugged helplessly:

"So yes, no matter before or after, we have to listen to him."

Command wing.

Captain and Deputy Guard Captain.

Thales thought about little Barney's father, thoughtfully.

"And then there's the guard wing."

Doyle took a deep breath, shook his hair, straightened his body, and seemed to suddenly become radiant.

"This is the main body of the royal guard, and it is also the one seen most by the outside world. It is responsible for the personal protection of the nobles." He took out two pieces of vegetables and pulled them next to the meat:

"Ordinary hero, great protector, I will ensure your safety with my flesh and blood, and pave the way for your glory with my passion."

Doyle's words confused Thales a little.

Looking at the other party's solemn and hopeful expression, Thales narrowed his eyes:

"So, you belong to the Guard Wing?"

Doyle raised his eyebrows and bowed dramatically:

"Exactly!"

Seeing the other person's embarrassed expression, Thales nodded suddenly.

understood.

"This is Danny Doyle," Doyle smiled and pressed his chest:

"Your Majesty, the most reliable one among the six guards under your command."

Thales blinked.

The blond Doyle blinked his left eye, looking cool and suave:

"Or to put it simply, everyone likes to call me d.d."

Thales hesitated.

"d.d?"

The prince repeated with a strange look on his face.
To be continued...