"Don't you have a sister named c.c?"

Or have a brother named v.v?

Doyle was stunned.

"c.c?"

Doyle rolled his eyes in confusion.

"Ahem, it's okay..."

Thales coughed hard twice and said seriously:

"It's just a Northland joke..."

"Oh~" Doyle said with a look of surprise on his face and his tone rose in response.

"So, Doyle," Thales looked at the plate in front of him that was about to be turned into a work of art in surprise:

"When you were little, did they call you 'Little D.D.'

Doyle was stunned again.

"What?"

Thales twitched his eyebrows and shook his head:

"It's nothing. I often tell silly Yankee jokes. Just get used to it."

"Go on."

Doyle blinked in confusion.

"So where am I talking? Yes, another part of the royal guard. The image of the guard that often appears in bards. A cute and charming villain, but one who has the power to make decisions in wartime: Vanguard Wing."

Pioneer wing.

Thales thought of the stubborn Barney and the neurotic Cannon in the dungeon.

Thales arched his eyebrows:

"So, why is Pioneer Wing the villain?"

Doyle cleared his throat and began to arrange the soup bowls and water glasses:

"Let's put it this way, our guard wing has important responsibilities. We can't leave the nobles' side lightly. We also spend a lot of time in public. There are many things. Hey, this is inconvenient to do."

Doyle suddenly stopped talking and his tone became colder:

"So sometimes, when you don't like someone and want his head, or you like a girl but she doesn't want to, such trivial things..."

Doyle stopped what he was doing and his face suddenly turned cold:

"At this time, you can ask the Pioneer Wing boys to run errands."

Let’s see who doesn’t like it…

Which girl do you fancy...

Trivial things?

Running errands?

What?

Thales looked at him with a strange expression and asked:

"real?"

Doyle still stared at him seriously.

Two seconds later, Doyle in front of him suddenly smiled, waved and shook his head.

"Of course I'm kidding!"

"Although bards often describe noble guards as being like nouveau riche thugs, under normal circumstances, how can the Vanguard Wing do such boring things..."

Having said this, Doyle's expression paused.

"You know."

He said coldly, moving closer to the prince, with a mysterious and meaningful smile:

"generally."

Thales was dumbfounded by his performance.

"But you said they have 'wartime decision-making power'..."

Doyle waved his hand:

"Oh, that's not important..."

Doyle cleared his throat again, grabbed the knife, and began to sort out the pumpkin pie that was in a mess due to the poison test and only half of it was left.

"Then, we arrived at the punishment wing, which has the smallest number of people but has a transcendent status."

Punishment Wing.

Thales thought of Luton Belletti, the former chief punishment officer of the royal guard, and nodded.

"For example, if you want us to 'run errands' as mentioned above, but we happen to be caught and take away the stolen goods," Doyle's eyes narrowed:

"Then the Punishment Wing is about to come on stage."

"So... no one in the Guard likes them."

Doyle turned to Thales with a warning look on his face:

"I believe you also heard that even the punishments imposed on members of the royal family are carried out by them."

Doyle put down his knife. At some point, only half of the pumpkin pie was cut into six slices and placed in a circle around the dinner plate. It looked delicate and beautiful, neat and symmetrical.

Thales was surprised when he saw it.

Doyle shook his head, removing all the seriousness from his face like a magic trick:

"Then there is the Logistics Wing, which is literally the most boring part of the Six Wings. There are even a lot of non-staff handymen in there."

Doyle smiled, pulled all the extra and messy leftovers from the main dinner plate into an empty plate, threw it into the depths of the unlit fireplace, and heard a crisp sound.

"To be honest, I still don't know why they keep this department. I mean, to serve His Majesty, who cares whether the room you stay in costs six copper coins or six silver coins per night?"

Logistics Wing.

Well, Your Majesty cares.

Thales said silently.

Doyle exhaled:

"The last one is the worst, the level is unknown, the flag wing is outside the five wings."

Flag wing.

Thinking of the former flag officer Samir who had fallen towards the Sword of Disaster in the dungeon, Thales said strangely:

"worst?"

Doyle snorted coldly:

"It is said that every flag officer has a small notebook in his arms. His usual duty is to spy on us and then report to the superiors."

Thales glared:

"above?"

Doyle turned his arm and fished out a tablecloth from somewhere.

Thales felt his eyes blur, and the tablecloth was wrapped around his chest:

"above."

Doyle walked to the prince's side and arranged the place where the tablecloth and collar overlapped:

"They are like the secret branch of the Guards, cunning and insidious, with no good intentions..."

Doyle said half seriously and half jokingly.

The secrets of the Guards.

Is it.

Thales thought back to the different batches of royal guards in the dungeon.

"So this is the 'Six Wings of the Guard'."

Doyle walked up to Thales and waved his arms as if welcoming a guest.

The prince was surprised to find that not only did the meals and tableware on the table appear in order, but the dishes on the plates were arranged in a unique and beautiful way (it did not look like someone had tried poison at all), and even the clothes on his body were

The tablecloth and collar are neatly wrapped and at just the right angle.

It even got to the point where if he moved even a little bit, the beauty would be destroyed.

"And His Majesty attaches great importance to your guards. Basically, among the twenty-five people around you, there are people in the six wings of the Imperial Guard."

Doyle ignored Thales' expression of worry about "where to start" and counted with his fingers:

"Lord Gray Parson, apart from Mallos, he is the highest-ranking person around you. He is the second punishment officer of the punishment wing. Like his superiors, he is basically the type that everyone fears."
To be continued...