“They deserve it.”

"I know that Menendez is a scumbag," Marico said coldly: "I also know that you have an old grudge with him, and I even guessed that he set a trap to provoke you first."

“But so what? Are you really stupid enough to take the bait? You have so much heroic spirit that you have no place to display it, and you lose your mind after being provoked by a few women?”

　Glover's eyes were trembling and he was clenching his fists tightly.

“Master Glover, you are willing to sink yourself, murder your colleagues, mutilate your limbs, all because of a few prostitutes?”

 Everyone, including the prisoners and guards, were surprised and looked at Glover.

Facing countless gazes, the zombie trembled all over.

 But he finally suppressed his emotions and sneered.

“Have you ever tasted what it’s like to be a woman? Of course it’s not as big as brother **, no one can fit it in, it’s really pitiful.”

 Mariko was startled.

Glover raised his head and smiled provocatively:

 “Tell you, I could kill ten more Menendez for that taste.”

 Mariko looked angry:

“He has been punished. Thanks to you, Menéndez will have to spend the rest of his life in bed.”

Glover turned his head and said:

 “Consider him lucky. In the original plan, he had to live in the soil.”

His indifferent attitude irritated Mariko, who looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed and shook his head.

 “I tried to help you.”

Mariko said in disappointment:

“Beforehand, I helped you cover the situation in the vanguard wing. I just hope that Commander Staley won’t find out that you are obsessed with prostitution so soon.”

“I have visited your brother many times, hoping that he can convince you with brotherly love and help you to realize your lost ways and turn back the prodigal son.”

 The two looked at each other, and Glover frowned:

 “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

Marico shook his head and said:

“Now it seems that you are addicted and have no regrets.”

"After the accident, I shouldn't have gone to see Chief Adrian and Chief Staley, let alone the victims, and asked them to spare your life to serve your crime." The Pioneer Officer shook his head in disappointment: "It's better to abide by the guard's customs and serve in the hospital.

I will deal with you when I am imprisoned in the well."

Glover’s eyes narrowed.

He became more and more angry, word by word:

 “I, no, please, do this!”

Mariko’s expression remained unchanged, he turned the weight-bearer in his hand, and the scabbard hit Glover’s abdomen!

 Amid the exclamations of everyone, Glover fell to the ground in pain.

“You, you have made the Pioneer Wing the biggest joke in the Fuxing Palace. The Flag Wing is still staring at us, just because of your rare vicious internal strife in the Guards.”

Mariko paces around him:

“And you not only have no regrets, but you also cling to power, escape responsibility, and even have the nerve to come back and cause trouble in the palace.”

 “Let the entire imperial guard be ashamed of you.”

Glover endured the pain and raised his head.

 “Hey, brother**?” The embarrassed zombie still forced a smile and mocked:

 “You poked it and it became soft. Did you forget to take the aphrodisiac?”

Mariko’s eyes turned cold.

“Although ancient imperial swords are easy to maintain, they are durable.”

 The Second Pioneer Officer said coldly:

“But if the sword suffers irreversible trauma, breaks into pieces, and has to be recast, the power contained in it will be changed..."

“A new sword that has been reforged, even if it is as sharp as before, is no longer pure and has no return to its original appearance.”

 Glover stared at him fiercely, showing no sign of weakness.

Mariko’s eyes glanced at the prisoners in front of him:

 “Like the nobles of the stars,”

“Although it has been passed down from ancient times, it has been passed down from generation to generation, carrying forward the past and linking up the future, and thousands of years have passed...”

Mariko raised the load-bearer in his hand:

 “It’s not like an empire after all.”

 “Yes,” Glover snorted angrily:

“Who knows which generation of your ancestors was born by a woman who stole someone’s seed?”

boom!

 Glover was knocked to the ground for the third time. Doyle next to him turned his head in pain and exhaled.

“I don’t know what part of the zombie string Malico poked to make him so angry, but he’s going to get himself killed if he keeps doing this,” D.D whispered to the prisoners:

 “Think of a way!”

 At this time.

 “But I heard someone say that!”

Waia's voice came from behind, making Marico move:

 “Those who only have empire in their minds...”

Huaiya raised his head and chuckled:

 “I often haven’t seen the empire.”

Hearing this, Mariko put down the scabbard of his sword and turned to Wyatt.

D.D quietly gave the latter a thumbs up, squirmed over to the dying Glover, and lifted him up.

 As expected of the real Huai Ya!

“Prince’s Attendant, Wyatt Castle.” Marico said coldly.

Huaiya nodded and said calmly:

“According to what you said, this person no longer belongs to your department.”

“Whether he wants to be beaten or killed, his life belongs to Prince Thales.”

 Mariko stopped in front of him.

“Your Excellency, Lord Attendant, I respect your Majesty: Count Caso is of noble character, extraordinary ability, and has made great contributions to the kingdom.”

Mariko deadpanned:

"You should follow his footsteps and assist and advise His Highness the Prince responsibly."

 “Instead of joining this gang of sinners.”

 After regaining his breath, Glover couldn't help but wanted to speak again, but Doyle clamped his mouth down.

Huaiya frowned at first, then smiled.

 “It’s not necessary.”

 The attendant’s eyes are sharp:

 “Not every son is worthy of the glory of his father.”

Waiyanunuzui:

“Just like this sword, no matter how sharp it is, how legendary it is, how...pure it is.”

 “The empire fell anyway.”

 Mariko frowned.

“Just like your family, they sold their ancestors’ swords in the end.”

Huaiya shook his head:

 “That’s how I got you today.”

"Is not it?"

"**elder brother?"
To be continued...