Obviously, as the captain of the Duke of Star Lake's personal guard, Mallos was not happy to see Thales open the door to welcome guests on the first day he moved into his new residence.

But under the watchful eyes of countless bureaucrats, servants, and guards, the insistence of the second prince, and more or less pressure from Master Karabyan’s background, Cohen was still politely invited into the newly tidied living room—of course

, before that, the captain of the Duke's personal guard, the watchman Lord Mallos, did not forget to remind his master:

The other party is the heir to the Karabyan family.

And today is the first day when the prince returns to the royal capital.

This must mean something.

Hearing this reminder, Thales could only smile numbly.

Then tense up as always.

Go and face the person in the living room...

"I knew it. I told them that the prince's memory is not bad, and he will definitely remember me, and he will definitely not forget to fight side by side... Sure enough..."

"I have written to you in the past few years, but I don't know why, but you never replied to me...until one time I met Kasuo boy who was returning to his hometown, and he told me that the Fallen Stars had intercepted the letters written to you.

Most of the letters, damn..."

Thales sat in the main seat, looked at Cohen who was chattering away, glanced at the familiar living room, and tried hard to suppress the emotion in his heart.

Back then, I was right here...

Cohen paused for a moment. He looked at Thales who was lost in thought, raised his palms to measure from his belly to his chest, and said in surprise:

"Hey, have you grown taller?"

Has grown tall.

Thales looked at the chair he was sitting on and remembered six years ago.

Maybe.

At that time, when I was sitting here, my feet could not even touch the ground.

Thales was silent for a long time.

For a long time, Cohen was a little overwhelmed and subconsciously sat upright in his chair.

"Yes."

Thales finally spoke up, with a faint smile but a profound meaning:

"I've grown taller."

But Cohen stopped smiling.

He looked towards the open hall door.

There, Mallos was standing at the door with his arms folded, looking at his two subordinates with a smile, and occasionally glancing at the meeting in the hall with his peripheral vision.

The vigilance officer was careful:

"Did I... come at the wrong time?"

Thales turned his eyes.

Cohen scratched his head:

"They don't look very happy, especially the leader, well, the one with the fake smile on his face..."

Outside the open door, a maid was about to bring tea to the Duke and the guests, but was stopped by Marius with a smile and a raised hand. Doyle, who was grimacing, and Glover, who was as stiff as before, both stepped forward and began to inspect.

.

Not very "happy".

certainly.

Thales thought lightly.

Although the time with him was not long, from the moment he walked out of the meeting hall...

Obviously, even Cohen felt something.

Thinking of this and what Mallos said, Thales forced himself to smile:

"That's Marius."

"Tormund Mallos."

"Watchman of the Royal Guard."

"That's it," Cohen said with a look of surprise and awe:

"It's the famous Marius."

Mallos

Well, this name does sound a bit familiar...

Cohen struggled with the memory.

Where did you hear it coming?

Thales adjusted his mood and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, he is just strict. After all, this is my first day back, and Mallos is my personal guard captain."

Cohen quickly put the unrememberable last name out of his mind.

"Captain of the Guards, wow, Your Highness," Cohen looked surprised and looked back and forth at the layout of the living room:

"It's been upgraded a lot compared to the Northland, right?"

The security officer looked around excitedly and curiously:

"Mindis Hall, I was only taken here once by the old man when I was very young... He said it is a good place and of great significance."

Cohen patted his chair with joy:

"Perhaps many big shots have sat in my seat."

"Yes, six years ago," Thales said with nostalgia:

"The Black Prophet sat in your chair."

Cohen, who was in high spirits, had a meal.

Thales smiled slightly, remembering the intense meeting that year.

I wonder how I will react now, six years later, when I face Morat Hansen again?

The prince unconsciously clenched his fists.

In his impression, the Black Prophet from six years ago seemed mysterious, terrifying, and creepy.

But six years later, he knew that the other party was not that scary, right?

At least... Black Prophet also had his leg broken.

In front of him, Cohen moved parallel and quietly changed seats:

"You may not believe it, but the time the old man brought me here..."

"He was summoned by the crown prince. I suddenly felt urgent to urinate, but the servant who took me disappeared. Then I couldn't find the place and suddenly found a vase in the corridor..."

"Ahem!"

Doyle, who was coughing loudly, came up with tea, just in time to interrupt Cohen's unconscious narration.

"Cohen," Doyle said in a normal tone, but gave the guest a sharp look from an angle that Thales couldn't see:

"This is His Highness's palace, and thanks to His Highness's generosity, you can be the first to visit here."

"Pay attention to your manners."

Cohen snorted and didn't care, as if "I know the prince very well", and while watching Doyle leave, he picked up the tea cup and drank it down in protest.

The next second, the vigilance officer's expression changed and he squirted hard into the teacup.

"Ah, wow, ah... Swing, swing, swing to death... Take it, take it on purpose..."

Cohen stuck out his burned tongue and fanned himself awkwardly.

Thales watched the interaction between Cohen and Doyle in surprise, then picked up his teacup and tried it.

Well, the temperature is just right.

Under Cohen's displeased gaze, Thales coughed to break the embarrassment:

"So, you've known Doyle for a long time?"

"Ha, ha... damn... more, more... oh, you mean d.d!"

Cohen managed to smooth out his tongue:

"He is my...well, that..."

Cohen's tone was a little uncertain: "The grandson of a certain great-uncle's brother-in-law?"
To be continued...