"Consumables."

At that moment, Marius saw in the desolate world that Vogel's shadow and flames turned into infinity at the same time, covering everything.

The room was very quiet, with only the polyphonic circle running tenaciously, ignoring the oppressive atmosphere at the moment.

A few seconds later.

"Vogel."

The watchman slowly raised his head and called the other person's name just like he did many years ago:

"What do you care about?"

Vogel was startled.

Mallos looked at him expressionlessly:

"I was nominated a year ago and took away the watchman position that you were destined to win?"

Vogel's expression changed.

"Is it the senior Flag Winger who escaped from the escort team due to your mistake six years ago, Colin Semel?"

"The day before you finished your apprenticeship and officially joined the Royal Guards, you witnessed the 'Scarlet Ode' take away the head of the late king in the Hall of Stars?"

"During the Year of Blood, the royal capital was rioted and robbed, and your parents were ultimately killed by the mob?"

Every time Mallos asked a question, Vogel's face became paler.

"It was still the state meeting six years ago, because the second prince turned out to be born," the watchman said slowly:

"Among the thirteen noble families, the Talon family, which is a distant relative of Bright Star, failed to successfully become the heir to the royal family when the king had no heir?"

"Vogel Tallen?"

The next moment, Mallos stood in his own desolate world and saw as expected:

The huge shadow belonging to Vogel was trembling, and the boundless flames were erratic.

Longing, apprehension, restlessness.

and fear.

"When everything is lost, people always want to hold on to something - whether it is a life-saving straw or a devil's condition."

"Don't let fear dominate your life, old friend," Mallos shook his head and said:

"not worth it."

Vogel's breathing became faster and faster, and his anger became more and more intense.

"If this is your answer, Watchman..."

Mallos interrupted:

"d.d."

"He has a very special ability."

Vogel narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, most people, including you, may think that he is naive, shameless, lazy, inexplicable, and even careless, which is quite unreliable..."

Mallos Pupil Focus:

"But there's one thing."

"Whether it's contempt, contempt, helplessness, or sighing."

"Most people find it difficult to get angry when they get along with Danny Doyle and really come into contact with his temper."

"It's hard to really... hate him."

"Not to mention disgust and opposition."

Vogel changed color slightly.

"As long as he wants to, he can close the distance with anyone in a minute without any hindrance or burden, even if the other person is an inhumane lunatic or a murderous monster."

Mallos looked at his reflection in the tea cup.

"Do you know how difficult it is to get most of the world to stop hating you, Lord Tallon?"

He said quietly:

"Exercising to the extreme is much easier than this."

"This is why, in terms of ability and quality, Danny Doyle may not be the strongest, but he can get along well with the Guards and is quite popular. I would rather let him come forward if something happens."

Vogel looked at Marius, the anger in his eyes still lingering.

"And Vanguard Glover."

Mallos also stared at Vogel, calmly and indifferently:

"Although he is taciturn and unsociable, he is prudent and thoughtful."

"He has participated in the Desert War, and he is the one among the younger generation in the Pioneer Wing who has the most thorough understanding of actual combat. Even Mariko, who is second in rank, may not be sure to defeat him even if he puts his life on the line."

Vogel frowned.

"As for his stain, if you are not limited to cold records and numbers, and tear apart other people's prejudices and misunderstandings, Lord Tallon."

"Then you may find that the reason why Karen Glover fought with his peers was because they had been insulting his family and origin for a long time, ostracizing, isolating, and framed him for five years."

"As a royal knight of the kingdom, Karen Glover couldn't bear it and was forced to respond."

Vogel frowned and repeated:

"Forced?"

Mallos nodded:

"If I were you, maybe I would pay close attention to the discipline within the Guard."

"Think about it for a moment, why there are six people in the vanguard wing besieging one person."

"And why the Pioneer Wing, which is known for its strength in actual combat, ended up with three injured and one disabled in a six-on-one battle."

Vogel said nothing, he frowned and looked at the files on the table.

"As for the others."

"Patterson has an eccentric temper and Stowe is about to retire, so they won't be easily bribed - especially when the prince comes back and everyone wants to pounce on him and take a bite."

"To be honest, Conmuto is not perfect, but we need people who understand the city's police department and official affairs."

"I don't know about the scandal between Zonevid and his stepmother, and Cuesta is indeed the son of Thorns, but in view of His Royal Highness the prince's experience in the past six years," Mallos did not hesitate:

"We need to ensure geographic diversity in the Guard's membership."

"Nie Xi is very troublesome. But when we were young, who was not arrogant and self-centered? He may be exaggerated, but he just needs to be tempered, such as a... durable partner."

"And did I mention that during the Desert War, Bastia took two hammer blows from the orcs without falling?"

"As for Pioneer Morgan, his old case from twenty years ago has been completed, and there is no evidence to prove the accusation that he killed the superior..."

Vogel snorted:

"But that's scarier, isn't it?"

Mallos smiled.

"I know the people under my command." The watchman said calmly:

"They're not what you think."

Mallos looked at his old friend seriously:

"They are not expendable items, nor are they abandoned soldiers."

"They are people."

The duty dormitory was silent again.

Vogel's eyes wandered uncertainly between the archives and Mallos.

"people."

"people?"

Vogel was silent for a long time, patted the files on the table, and snorted coldly:

"You know, that's not how Zhang Qiyi sees it."

"Don't trust people - this is the first lesson of being a flag-bearer."

Mallos shook his head:

"A long time ago, about sixty years ago, there was a watchman in the royal guard named Cyril Falkenholz."

"He said: The command wing is the brain, the flag-bearing wing is the eyes and ears, the vanguard is the arms and the guards are the feet, the logistics is the flesh and blood, and the punishment is the backbone."

"But, the watchman of inheritance..."
To be continued...