The more Dagoli spoke, the more sad and angry he became, his emotions were passionate and his voice was loud.

"That's right, Your Highness Thales, it is precisely because I heard that you hate drinking and don't like what is in the cup that I have been entrusted by the earnest expectations of thousands of people, with the mission of reviving the Kingdom of Stars and Glory,

Come to the Emerald City and risk your life to do this!"

What entrustment? What mission?

Thales subconsciously looked around. Sure enough, many Star Lake guards and even many passers-by were attracted by these words and looked this way.

Oops.

Dagoli closed his eyes tightly and spoke while trembling:

"The setting sun is a lesson! Dagori Moss, a common man, dares to ask Your Highness to learn how to drink! In order to serve the princes and ministers, to return to the heart of the soldiers, to live up to the millions of people, to become a generation of wise masters, and to create a peaceful and prosperous era!"

With a tragic feeling that moved the heavens and the earth, the wine merchant fell to his knees with a plop:

"Please start with the wine I serve you!"

After the words fell, no one reacted.

Only Dagoli was lying on the ground huddled in a ball, like a huge bundle, shivering.

Mallos stood in the distance with a dark face, looking at Thales with very complicated eyes.

"Your Highness," Miranda looked at the curious and puzzled eyes around her with an ugly expression, "Are you still going for a ride?"

It was a crisp autumn day, and a cool breeze blew, which made Thales jump.

"Hel him up, be polite, everyone is watching," the prince said with a gloomy face and coughed, "I, um, um... what I said is not unreasonable. I would like to invite this gentleman to come forward and let us talk in detail.

"

The baggage on the ground shook again, then relaxed and slowly stretched:

"Thank you, thank you, thank you... Your Highness, as expected... as expected... you are indeed enlightened, wise, and wise..."

The prince's complexion became even worse.

Damn secret science.

Damn prince's ass.

"Dagory Moss, right?"

"I guess you can make a fortune by selling wine," Thales stepped forward and supported the wine merchant who was about to collapse. He became angry and said, "It's not unreasonable."

"Does Your Highness know that businessman? The one who gives advice and advice?"

D.D, who came back from the front, got on the luggage cart and pointed to Glover in the distance: the Duke of Star Lake was smiling, pacing with his hands behind his back, and was having a cordial conversation with the shivering wine merchant.

"I don't know everything."

Glover said, sitting down next to Doyle.

"Either you know it or you don't know it. What does 'incomplete knowledge' mean?"

Glover shook his head:

"I have a feeling: Although His Highness does not know him, he knows who he is in advance and knows that he is coming. He is even...looking forward to his coming."

"It's over, zombie," Doyle unscrewed a water bag, "You've been following His Highness for too long, and you've started to talk too much."

Glover didn't reply, and D.D continued to drink water.

"I'm still not used to it." Glover suddenly said.

D.D's movement of drinking water stalled.

Oh, this is really strange.

The zombie actually had no problem with me calling him that.

Also, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation?

Could it be that the drinking water in the Emerald City really has miraculous effects on the living dead, flesh and bones?

"you mean?"

"She." Glover said concisely.

Doyle followed Glover's gaze and saw: Miranda Allende was guarding not far from Thales, with her hand on the hilt of her sword, wary of the businessman named Moss.

"Oh, you mean our dear new colleague, the gentle and lovely Miranda?"

Doyle put down his water bag, deftly took out a locally purchased apple from his duffel bag, and wiped it on his clothes:

"It doesn't matter. Duke Thales said that she is a candidate for the Prince's Attendant. She is still in the inspection period. Even Lord Mallos didn't say anything. If you ask Huai Ya, the real Huai Ya, he will tell you

That girl killed everyone in Longxiao City..."

While speaking, Miranda happened to turn her head to look this way, and Glover immediately looked away.

"I'm not used to her being here," Zombie shook his head, "No matter what His Highness and the Chief said."

"You mean?"

"It's inconvenient," Glover muttered. "Whether we are resting in the same room or going to the bathroom, whether we are changing clothes and taking off our armor or bragging and spanking together, it is very strange to have her around."

"Nonsense," D.D said with a smile, "Of course you have never bragd or spanked with everyone. I later found out that it was because your level of dirty jokes was too high..."

Glover glared at him, but continued:

"Also, regarding the distribution of responsibilities in the Vanguard Wing, I don't even know what to ask her to do or who to partner with."

D.D bit into the apple nonchalantly:

"But as you said, 'She has killed people', and that girl can fight against the 'Iron Tower' and the 'Sinkhole'..."

"It has nothing to do with that," Glover glared at him: "You know what I mean!"

Doyle tossed the apple and shrugged nonchalantly:

"Okay, so what? What do you expect me to do? Kill her secretly and destroy her body?"

Glover paused after hearing the words and hesitated:

"D.D, you, you have a good relationship with His Highness, can you, can you..."

"Hey, why do you think I have a good relationship with His Highness?"

"You offended him, and he only confiscated your little stuffed bear..."

"You! Let me say it again, that is very important to me. Well, since childhood, that, refreshing, not, sleeping aid, no, keeping the house away from evil spirits, that is far more than just a little stuffed bear, okay!"

"Anyway, can you tell His Highness, just say, whether there is a girl in the vanguard wing or the guard wing, it will be very inconvenient to work. Can you persuade him to transfer her..."

"Transferred to the command wing to give you orders?"

"Um, this is Guard Officer Doyle..."

"Now do you know how to change the title? Hey, there is no way," D.D snorted while chewing, "There are also maids and peasant women in Star Lake Castle. Why haven't I seen you complaining that Aunt Valencia is 'very inconvenient'?"

Glover frowned and grabbed the apple:

"That's different!"

"What's different?" Doyle refused to show weakness and reached out to snatch the apple back.

Glover grabbed the apple again and took a bite:

“It’s different everywhere!”

D.D looked at the apple that fell into the opponent's hand and curled his lips in displeasure: "Then you go find Mallos. He is the person in charge of the overall dispatch of the Guards."

"I, I've already looked for it."

"The results of it?"

"He, the chief, said to me: 'Mind your own mind'."

"What? Take care..." Taking advantage of Glover's embarrassment, Doyle snatched the apple back again and laughed, "Hahahahahahaha."

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind:

"In fact, you don't have to worry about His Highness or Lord."

Doyle and Glover were startled, and both turned around and looked out: under the luggage cart, they saw Paul Bozdov leaning on the wheel, methodically maintaining his bow and arrows.

"Damn it, where did you come from?"

D.D shook his hand and the apple rolled off the truck, but Paul reached out to catch it.

"I've been here all this time, but you guys were too loud," Paul took a bite of the apple that fell from the sky, and unhurriedly wrapped the last strap on the bow arm, "and I think Miss Arend's hearing is normal."

Doyle glanced in Miranda's direction and lowered his head angrily.

"I understand your concerns, Pioneer Glover," Paul took another bite before throwing the apple back to D.D. "I suggest you enlighten everyone this way: you don't need to treat Ms. Allender as a colleague, but as a colleague.

Treat him as a distinguished guest of His Highness, that will make things much easier."

Glover began to think, while Doyle looked at the bitten apple with displeasure: "But she is not here to make vases. The heiress of the North is a ruthless character, and she is also a capable subordinate of the Flower of the Fortress.

, I heard a stupid guy say..."
To be continued...