"But……"

“By the way, Mariko Vanguard just now,” Thales raised his eyebrows and interrupted him, changing the subject:

 “Are they not that bad?”

 Glover behind him snorted disdainfully.

“Although he had some intentions of gaining fame and showing his loyalty and favor, in the end, he compromised,” Thales scratched his chin:

“He did not push the situation to the end and let his men ruin their future in order to improve his reputation of not being afraid of the powerful in the face of princes.”

 “There is no difference,” Glover said glumly:

 “He’s still a self-righteous bastard.”

"And those dozen idiots who were beaten up by us will probably still be grateful to Brother ** and feel that he saved them."

 Thales shook his head:

 “You have to give him a step down.”

“And we have to tolerate it: people are imperfect and fat.”

Hearing this title, Glover looked embarrassed and couldn't help but slow down and fall behind.

“Hey, Fatty?” Doyle caught up from behind and turned his eyes with interest:

“Why does His Highness call you that? You are not fat either, at least you are not fat when you are wearing clothes. Could it be that you are... chubby?”

 Glover paused and became fierce again:

 “Call me that again”

 “You are in danger.” The hopeless Cohen passed by the two of them and listlessly finished the second half of the sentence for the zombie.

The fierce-looking Glover looked stunned.

“He” Glover was so vicious that he couldn’t survive. He held his breath and said reluctantly:

 “That’s right.”

 Glover glared at D.D, snorted coldly, and walked away angrily.

 Doyle was left standing there in confusion.

 When did the relationship between the two of them become so good?

 Obviously I am the zombie's partner, and I am the grandson of that idiot's uncle's brother-in-law, okay?

 He had no choice but to turn to Rolf at the end, and explained helplessly:

“I know, they’re difficult, right? Totally inconsiderate of other people’s feelings.”

But Rolf walked past him expressionlessly, without even looking at Doyle.

"by"

 D.D was left alone to rub his nose awkwardly and laugh at himself in the air:

“It’s okay, I’m fine, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Rolf, and it’s a pleasure to work with you.”

 His answer was a disdainful snort from Jenny the Black Horse.

 At the front of the team, Huaiya took a deep breath.

“But I know, Your Highness, even if Mariko does not agree to your conditions,” the attendant smiled:

"You won't let those guards be wronged for no reason, right?"

Tyle paused.

 He was slightly lost in thought and didn't know what to think.

 The next second, the prince sneered noncommittally:

 “Who knows?”

Huaiya was startled.

Thales didn’t say much. He took long strides and walked forward.

Huaiya looked at the prince’s back and couldn’t help but say:

"strangeness."

 “What’s wrong?” Glover, who was worried, asked casually.

 Waia shook his head.

 “I don’t know,” he looked at Thales’ back:

“I just feel that something is wrong with Your Highness.”

Rolf snorted disdainfully and made a rude gesture.

Glover said: "Why?"

Huaiya hesitated for a second and said:

“If he had asked that question before, he would have smiled easily and said ‘of course’.”

 “And never hesitated.”

Rolf was slightly startled.

Glover was thoughtful.

 Fuxing Palace, royal guard duty quarters.

“The alarm in the palace has been off for an hour, and no one has come to report to you for a long time.”

Royal Guard Watchman, Tormund Mallos gently put down his yerba mate and said calmly:

 “At least tell me what’s going on outside?”

“For example, there was a fire in Fuxing Palace?”

Opposite him, Vogel Tallen, deputy captain of the guard and chief flag officer, opened the next document.

 “Don’t worry about the daily drills of the Guards,” the Deputy Guard Captain said without raising his head.

“We haven’t finished the work here yet on the defense and guarding of Mindis Hall. Have you arranged the arrangements in accordance with the regulations of the royal guard?”

 Marius raised his head, and the polyphonic array on the wall continued to operate, shining brightly.

“The daily drill requires thirty people, fully armed, to block the door of the watch room, surround the two of us, and not allow us to enter or leave?”

 There was silence in the room for a while.

 Vogel laughed and said lightly:

“We need to practice answering questions in all situations.”

 All situations.

 Marios narrowed his eyes: "Even me?"

 Vogel raised his gaze and looked directly at the opponent:

"especially you."

especially you.

 Marius closed his eyes and took a long breath.

 “Tell me,” the watchman said helplessly:

 “He didn’t go to assassinate His Majesty, did he?”

 Vogel’s fingers froze as he turned the pages of the document.

 “It’s actually not that difficult to guess,” Mallos stretched out his hand and closed the cover of the document while answering the other person’s surprise:

"Other than the prince raising an army to rebel, I can't think of any other reason why I want to lock up his captain here like a thief and let you keep me nagging."

 Vogel’s expression was expressionless.

 Marius sighed:

“Well, that kid shouldn’t be that stupid, but who knows, he was taught by people from the North.”

 Marius looked at Vogel seriously: "Listen, if the situation gets out of hand, you're going to need me."

 The two people in the guard room were silent for a long time.

 “Okay, I can let you go.”

 Marius’s eyes lit up.

 “As long as you answer me truthfully.”

 Vogel looked at the polyphonic array on the wall and made up his mind.

 “That child...”
To be continued...