traitor?

Thales stared at Mallos for a long time, and finally shook his head: "Nothing. Then do you know what I want to do now?"

Mallos' expression remained unchanged and calm:

"To sharpen a knife, you have to learn to take care of your own weapon."

Looking at his appearance and listening to his ambiguous answers, Thales had to sigh and handed the well-oiled warning to Marius for inspection.

"Okay, Thor, let me ask you this: Who among the current Star Lake Guards can you trust?"

Hearing this nickname, Mallos also sighed and took the Imperial Sword. He helplessly checked Thales's maintenance work:

"People who can believe it...why are you asking me this?"

Thales raised his eyebrows:

"Because I paid your salary?"

Faced with Thales's shifting focus, Mallos obviously wanted to discuss more on the issue of "Is it you or your father who pays the salary?", but the Duke's eager eyes made him give up this idea.

The watchman raised his head and sighed.

"Who can I trust? Your Highness, do you mean that you believe that they will bow their heads and work hard without complaining, or that they can go through fire and water without hesitation?"

"What if it's the former?"

Mallos waved his sword and looked solemn: "The Star Lake Guards are the carefully selected elites of the Royal Guards. Most of them have the title of Royal Knights, and they are all heroes."

He nods his head and works hard without complaining. He is a heroic man of the highest caliber...

Just rely on your guards, a group of guys whose defense is ineffective and can't even find the prince being beaten on the balcony?

Thales nodded with an intriguing expression:

"What about the latter?"

"Oh," Mallos instantly regained his indifference: "Toledo, Tang Xin, and Trifanov in the command wing are my old subordinates. Glover in the vanguard wing is okay, and maybe Morgan..."

"Morgan, that veteran with a stinky face all day long? Where did he serve before?"

"The Cutthroat Guard of the Blades. Yes, there aren't many times when he's not angry, but luckily he's not responsible for warming your bed either."

"Bed warmer, really?"

"In the guard wing, I can pick out Bastia and Custa, and D.D can barely be considered as an addition..."

"Does D.D count?"

"Excuse me for being stupid, I can't tell whether you are frightened or surprised. In addition, Vincenzo Itarriano from the logistics wing is very useful, and Francisco Capone from the punishment wing."

Reciting these names, Thales scratched his chin.

"Among your old men, Squire Castle and Mute Thank you. I know that his name is Rolf, and that Willow is also fine. Just don't let him do tasks that require brains. Well, in fact, except for death,

Don't give him any errands."

Just a few people.

But he wants to capture the Emerald City.

It’s really reassuring!

Thales folded his hands and counted, with a smile on his face:

"Well, it sounds great. Is there that kind of person who, if, if, if, ah, raises the flag to rebel for the master and is not afraid of losing his head?"

Marius inspected the ancient imperial sword without raising his head:

"How much did you drink last night?"

Thales pretended not to hear, picked up the rag and started to wipe his hands:

"Very good, then take all the above-mentioned people, select a few "good guys", leave the guards behind, and be ready, we will go on a long trip."

Marius was not surprised by the word "going on a far journey", and his words were calm:

"As you wish. No one else? The maid? The cook? The groom? The private soldiers of the Bright Star? And Sister Valencia?"

"It's not that I don't want to bring it." Thinking of his grandma's cat-catching stick, Thales exhaled: "Let's put it this way, if... I hope that the people around me are capable, capable of fighting, capable of using their brains, and capable of running.

Guy."

Mallos nodded: "Then I suggest bringing Oscarson from the vanguard wing. He is from the south and is more familiar with the climate and terrain."

Thales frowned: "I didn't say we were going to the south."

"Well, I must have remembered it wrong," Mallos weighed the warning in his hand: "Then I won't take him with me."

Thales stared at him intently, and after several seconds he sighed dejectedly:

"Forget it, you... just bring it with you."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Mallos played a sword trick and put the warning man into the scabbard: "So, so far in this martial arts class, you have done a good job in maintaining it. I mean, the thickness is still a little uneven, but at least you are getting started.

"

Thales stood up to take his sword, but paused when he put his palm on the scabbard.

"I realize I missed one question, Tormund."

Thank God, Marius was glad that he did not call Thor.

"I will be happy to answer, Your Highness."

Thales raised his head and looked directly at Mallos:

"Is this scabbard useful?"

Mallos frowned slightly.

Thales pointed to the scabbard containing the warning man, meaning: "After all, swords in ancient times cannot escape their sheaths."

Marius was silent, his fingers stroking the scabbard.

"It looks like fine leather, but you'll know it after you use it."

But Thales stared at him:

"Then let me tell you the truth. Among all the people in the Guard, Tormund Mallos, can I trust you?"

Mallos looked sharply.

At that moment, the two people in the warehouse stood opposite each other, both extending their right hands, holding up the ancient sword "Warning" that lay across them.

Mallos remained expressionless for a long time.

Finally, he gently released the scabbard:

"Maybe you should ask yourself if you can trust me?"

Thales stared at him for a long time, let out a long sigh, and took the warning.

"I hope your skill with a sword matches your ability to be sarcastic, my dear leader of the bodyguard."

"Then you underestimate me."

"Oh? Could it be that you are actually not weak in swordsmanship, but you just hide it deeply?"

"No, I mean, I've only done less than half of my ability to ridicule you."

Thales pursed his lips and was speechless for a while.

"By coincidence, I also have a question to ask you."

Mallos turned around, put away the short knife sharpened on the table, and inserted it into the scabbard on his chest:

"When you have a late-night tryst with someone, you don't like to go through the front door, but rather climb through the window and climb to the roof?"

At that moment, Thales, who was holding the warning sign, froze.

I saw Mallos squinting his eyes and crossing his arms:

"I remember I told you that that 'air corridor' will turn you into a meatloaf one day?"

Thales stared and blinked with all his strength:

"You, you, I, I didn't quite understand..."

"Oscarson and D.D. are just outposts," Mallos said calmly, "Just when you met the flower of the fortress, Lady Sutherre, Itariano from the command wing was hiding deeper.

On duty as a secret sentry, he saw you clearly through the telescope and reported everything to me immediately."

Hold.

He really knows and is not deceiving me!

Thales was furious in his heart.

Mallos snorted:

"Wait a minute, Your Highness, you are not really that stupid to think that the defense of Star Lake Castle is useless, are you?"
To be continued...