"Look at it, mate tea is also tea."

Neshi gave him a special gesture for the Star Lake Guard.

Middle finger, as a provocative gesture.

 Fubi’s flag officer frowned:

The Duke of Tailes especially likes to use the rare and unique customs of the Northern Territory to cultivate the guard culture and enhance the cohesion and sense of belonging of his subordinates.

“You know.”

Bastia suddenly spoke:

"I went home a few days ago. Everyone pointed at me, but I wanted to speak, and even my five-year-old nephew was hiding from me, as if I suddenly became a leper."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell silent.

"Why," Bastia sighed, "Why does Your Highness have to go against His Majesty? You even follow him to the palace..."

The Forbi's flag-holding official in the corner curled his lips:

Ad Bastia.

As always, conservative, timid and worried.

  Dong.

The messenger Toledo put down the bowl coldly.

"Captain Mallus has held a meeting and has declared this issue."

Toledo replied lightly, but there was a chill in his tone:

“We have our own vow.”

Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the dining room became a little awkward.

Wyia, Gorov, D.D and others were particularly silent.

"Of course I know this, but to be honest," Neshi was depressed, "My father wanted to find a relationship and let me transfer to the Fuxing Palace."

"My uncle has a different opinion," Pezarosi, who was punished with punishment, drank the cup of matte tea in one sip, and his face was twisted by the smell. "He thought the king had only one son, and if he didn't like him, he would sooner or later..."

"Be careful!" Toledo said sternly.

“Come on, Toledo!”

Neshi spread his hands and complained: "We have been exiled from the deserted wilderness where no one cares about it. We have to save food. Are you still careful? Why can the flag wings still hide in the spider web to monitor us? What do you think, Uncle Hugo? You have been taking notes for several months!"

"Get out." Hugo Forbee didn't raise his head, but he could only keep writing:

Neshi, likes to cause trouble.

"Then why don't you leave?"

D.D suddenly spoke, his tone was not as relaxed as usual:

"Why don't you go back? Go back to the places you are used to?"

Neshi and Pezarosi, including Bastia, look at me, I look at you, and I look at you, at a loss.

Grofo stirred the spoon without raising his head, and hummed and took over the conversation:

"Yes, go back and lick Big Dang Brother?"

This nickname made everyone stunned for a moment, and then caused a burst of laughter.

“I know why.”

Doyle looked at the bread that was only half left in his hand, and bounced away a moth on it again:

"Because in the Fuxing Palace, no adult was willing to tie himself up at the royal banquet to cause trouble just to save a careless guard."

He sighed:

“No one.”

The dining room fell silent again.

Forbee threw away the dead moth on the notebook, silently observed the atmosphere around him, and wrote a few more words:

Danny Doyle.

 There seems heartless and free to speak.

But funny, painful, emotional, and grateful can always fit the atmosphere and hit other people's emotions.

"So, thank you for your self-introduction, Doyle Guard." Neshi snorted.

"I know, Your Highness is still young and treats people sincerely," said Conmuto, the escort sitting in the corner, sighing softly, "but we have to remind him that sincerity cannot bring everything."

"Yes, Your Highness came back from the North and got used to the Yankees' tricks," Piloga shook his head, "I haven't suffered from the Stars yet, I hope he can survive this safely."

Gianluka Conmuto.

Leo Piloga.

  The negative behavior, self-protection, but

Forbi frowned, his pen stopped at the turning point and did not write down.

He thought something was wrong.

"You're worried too much."

In the end, the person who spoke was Wyatia.

"I think what we see is different from what Your Highness sees after all."

"And your highness told me," said the prince's attendant firmly, "If you see the sun, you will not be able to go back to the cave."

Neshi hummed:

"Thank you, Lord Master, I don't understand what I don't understand."

Ke Huaia shook her head.

"You only really knew him at that banquet," Wyia said, "but I followed His Highness six years... more than seven years ago, and no one was earlier than me."

A low guttural voice came from behind him:

"snort."

"Sorry," Wyatia rolled her eyes and waved to the masked man behind her, "Rolph... a little earlier than me."

Rolf then turned his head.

"I followed him, saw him breaking into the military formation of the Northland people, saw him walking back to the trap of the Yingling Palace, saw him breaking the plot of the King of Gesticides, and even more, he worked hand in hand with Chaman Rumba and danced with the wolf."

Everyone inside listened to Wyatia's words and calmed down unknowingly.

"Yes, Duke Tailes usually looks tolerant and easy-going, and even a little weak and can be bullied," the attendant's eyes flashed, "but only at critical moments, such as royal banquets, can you understand what kind of person he is."

D.D shrugged.

No one spoke.

Only the book of Forbie keeps turning pages:

Wyia Casso.

The longest, closest, and the one who knows the Duke of Tales best.

"Anyway, I don't want to go back, but the castle gate has not been repaired yet. If anyone wants to leave, please give me some advice."

Grofo said coldly:

“The same goes after repair.”

These words made everyone stern.

"Yes," Doyle lay down at the pile of debris behind him, staring at the spider webs in the corner of the ceiling, "It seems like we have the money to repair the door."

 List of this book will receive cash red envelopes!

Everyone burst into laughter.

Forbie narrowed her eyes:

Danny Doyle.

The harmonious team atmosphere, the controller.

Everyone in the dining room gradually finished their supper and left in groups of complaints.

Hugo Forbi raised his sinister eyes and turned to the next page.

  Tels Canxing.

hesitate.

Weakness.

Compromise.
To be continued...