Mallos turned his head and looked at everyone.

"So, when you decide to trade," the watchman said calmly, but there was an emotion in his tone that Thales couldn't recognize:

"Make sure it's your own scale."

He said slowly:

"What is left on it must not be weights and scales that you blindly believe in even if you don't understand it yourself."

As soon as this statement came out, many people fell into deep thought.

Thales remained silent.

A few seconds later, the guard members on the training ground performed their duties and left one after another.

Thales came back to his senses and moved forward towards the two victims.

On the stretcher, Doyle, who sensed something, raised his head with difficulty. When he saw it was Thales, he showed a dying smile:

"Your Highness."

Thales felt heavy and didn't know what to say. He could only say:

"How is your father?"

D.D on the stretcher showed a bitter but brave smile:

"You know he's... quite scared."

"It should be honest for a while."

Thales was silent. After a few seconds, he patted Doyle's arm and nodded to Glover on the other side:

"Take good care of yourself."

Doyle and Glover were carried away.

Many people in the Star Lake Guard also passed by him and saluted Thales one after another.

The old Piloga who had sword duels with him, the left-handed swordsman Zonevid, the former security officer Konmuto, the tall guy Franzuk in the guard wing, the stupid Ferry, and the strong man Ba ​​who just followed him.

Stia and young Nexi...

"Your Highness."

"Good day."

"Wish you good luck."

After spending several months together, familiar faces flashed before our eyes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after one night, the strange and disharmonious feeling that the Star Lake Guards gave Thales at first seemed to have dissipated a lot.

At least, their salutes seemed more respectful, yet more natural.

Except one person.

"You're early, Your Highness."

Mallos came to him calmly:

"The martial arts class will be there for a while."

Thales sneered.

"Each other."

Mallos seemed not to have heard the anger in Duke Xinghu's words, and turned around leisurely:

"That's right, let's warm up."

Thales took a deep breath.

"I said, every time I think my impression of you has improved, Mallos..."

He looked at the two stretchers going away and said coldly:

"You have to destroy it, right?"

"The captain of the personal guard I hate the most?"

Behind him, Bastia and Nexi looked at each other and stepped away in a tacit understanding.

Mallos nonchalantly picked out a practice sword and threw it to Thales.

"So, how many guards captains have you had?"

Thales snorted coldly, came to the training ground, waved his sword, and started to warm up:

"Only you."

"Hmm -" Mallos hummed a rising tone from his nose:

"I can rest assured that."

Thales laughed sarcastically.

"By the way," he looked at the watchman unhappily:

"Why do I always feel that you meant something when you said 'those who were not whipped'?"

Mallos smiled slightly, as relaxed as ever:

"Maybe you misunderstood?"

Thales pulled out a few sword poses, breathed faster, and stretched his body:

"Or not?"

Mallos shrugged and smiled:

"Then no."

His demeanor, neither salty nor bland, nor warm nor cold, made Thales choke.

"anyway……"

Thales said maliciously:

"Why do I feel that you are admonishing them not to make impulsive sacrifices? Not to be blindly loyal to the royal family?"

Mallos motioned for Thales to move bigger and said calmly:

"I told you, you misunderstood."

Thales sneered:

"Or not?"

Mallos did not answer the question.

"You might as well be more serious about your warm-up," the watchman seemed to have transformed into a dedicated martial arts teacher who loves his job. He said seriously: "After all, it is your own health."

"You have to take care of yourself."

Thales snorted coldly.

But then he remembered something less pleasant.

"Isn't anyone from Fuxing Palace here yet?"

"After all, last night..." Thales stopped talking.

This topic seemed to lower the temperature.

Mallos was silent for a while:

"No."

"But I guarantee you, they will come, sooner or later."

In a complicated mood, Thales finished warming up and felt hot and sweating slightly all over.

"Okay, what's today? Target shooting? Sword fighting? Or getting beaten?"

Mallos smiled and waved to the distance:

"Nehi?"

In the distance, trainee pioneer officer Niexi pointed at himself unexpectedly, and after receiving confirmation, he came forward feeling flattered.

Thales rolled his eyes and went to find his shield as if resigned to his fate, preparing to face - ahem, battle.

But this time, Marius surprised him.

"No, Your Highness, you don't need to end up," the watchman said with a smile, pointing to the seat: "Come, sit down."

"Today is a demonstration teaching and theory class."

Um?

Demonstration teaching?

Theory class?
To be continued...