"But if it were a real sword, I would lose."

The guards broke into a commotion.

Thales looked at him blankly.

After a few seconds, the young man shook his head to get rid of his thoughts on the battle just now and reacted.

"No, you fought very well, I almost didn't have the strength to fight back."

Thales sighed.

"In the end, you still had some energy left - this proves that you are much better than me, and you should be the winner,"

Zoneved bowed and did not answer. He just put down his practice sword with a smile and turned around to leave.

That's right.

Thales sobered up.

He knew that no matter Piroga, Comuto or Zoneved, they were just training for him, not to mention the difference in power and status between them, which made them all keep their hands and show mercy.

If it were a real sword...

Thales felt the pain and swelling in his arm, and looked at the bruises on it...

He has long been transformed into a prince-branded cake maker.

In bulk.

The guards were talking a lot. Mallos turned back to discuss something with the flag officer Fubi beside him, and seemed to have no time to look back.

"He was clearly going to lose before, but why did I always feel that something was wrong..."

Off the court, Doyle turned around in confusion, but Glover interrupted him.

"Listen and anticipate."

The pioneer officer, nicknamed Zombie, crossed his arms and looked into the sky:

"Zoneved's offensive is fierce and unstoppable."

"Therefore, the kid learned the way of the logistics officer Piroga just now, using his defensive and counterattack style, and the concept of getting stronger when encountering a strong one, to face the opponent who has never been aggressive."

"And find opportunities in it."

Glover looked at Thales who was sitting down slumped:

"It's just that I wasn't strong enough in the end."

"bad luck."

Doyle looked serious.

Piloga?

"What the hell, choose materials and formulate strategies on the spot?"

Doyle looked at Thales in amazement as he digested the battle experience:

"So, our Lord Duke, his mind is quite fast?"

This time, Glover just shook his head and did not reply.

Amidst the constant discussion among the guards, Mallos finally came back to his senses.

"So, who's next?"

the watchman asked calmly.

The guards, who were still chattering excitedly, suddenly fell silent.

But upon hearing this, Thales' face darkened.

Again?

He's almost exhausted, okay?

"Lord Marius!"

Thales spoke angrily.

"I heard you speak so eloquently, you must be very skilled," His Excellency the Duke rubbed the black spots on his arms and gritted his teeth:

"Why don't you end up on your own?"

Mallos smiled slightly:

"Because I'm not good at fighting in person, Your Highness."

Not good at fighting in person?

Thales was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the figure of another watchman.

"Then why did they make you the watchman?"

Mallos’ smile is still elegant:

"My strengths lie in battlefield observation and decision-making."

Thales frowned.

"So what are you?" Thales snorted and said sarcastically:

"Magic version of Wang Yuyan?"

Mallos narrowed his eyes:

"King what?"

Thales coughed:

"I mean, even if you face a rookie like me, are you not sure?"

Mallos smiled slightly:

"I've said it before, I'm not good at fighting. If I go against His Highness, then..."

Mallos looked at the guards around him and said with a smile:

"...Let's open it fifty-fifty."

Thales rolled his eyes in anger.

But he was so tired that he needed to replenish the energy to fight back.

"So," Mallos looked at a very young member of the guard, "how are you, Nexi?"

"Have you ever had sex with His Highness?"

But at this moment, before anyone could reply, a mature female voice came slowly, accompanied by the sound of high-heeled boots.

"Hey, this is what you call a martial arts class?"

The sound is clear and audible, and quite powerful.

Mallos' eyes widened!

Hearing this voice, the guards were in an uproar again, and then they all stopped strangely and turned around silently.

Facing the visitor.

Doyle saw the appearance of the person clearly and couldn't help but let out a low "fuck", then quickly lowered his voice and hid his figure behind Glover.

Thales turned his head and was also stunned.

He looked blankly outside the field.

He looked at the mature, steady and elegant middle-aged lady walking slowly from the porch.

Compared to Gilbert and Katherine, after six years, she is still graceful and graceful, with a charming face, black hair, and picturesque eyebrows. Except for a few wrinkles, there are few traces of time.

Her high-heeled boots still hit the ground powerfully and rhythmically, no matter whether it is stone ground, lawn, tiles or gravel, it remains the same as before, never changing.

Thales looked at the lady longingly.

Looking at her, her arrogance, sassiness, freedom and freedom have hardly diminished.

I go my own way.

The members of the Star Lake Guard looked at each other, seemingly hesitant.

But after all, under the leadership of Marius, they all bowed and saluted respectfully.

But the black-haired lady didn't seem to notice it. She didn't care, she just looked around, her eyes immediately focused on Thales.

She hummed softly:

"Look, what kind of bullshit are you teaching?"

The royal guards remained awkwardly and eerily silent, and no one dared to answer.

"Madam, you may not understand," finally, the leader, Mallos, coughed lowly:

"We are investigating the information about the power of termination in His Highness, in order to better help him..."
To be continued...