Kongming Palace, the barracks of the Xinghu Guards.

"Please, Attendant Caso," Conmuto, whose arm was bandaged, sat on the bunk with a helpless expression, "just let me go! I'm not like them, I swear I haven't used it outside."

Your names are all other Huais, sorry, they are all other people..."

Wyatt Castle, who was holding the notebook, turned dark.

fine.

It doesn't matter.

calm.

"That's not what I'm asking," Huaiya struggled to force out a social smile, "Please, Guard Officer Conmuto, please recall carefully, when you fought against that Lausanne II, did he..."

"No!"

"I haven't finished speaking yet - have you noticed that there are some subtleties in his movements..."

"nor!"

At this moment, a relaxed voice came from outside the door:

"What's wrong?"

Conmuto's eyes lit up, as if he had been granted amnesty:

"Who is that? You came just in time. The prince's attendant has something to ask you!"

Huaiya was startled when he heard this, but Lao Kong ignored his injured arm hanging on his chest, jumped off the bunk and rushed out of the room with a whoosh, disappearing out of the corridor. His posture was as if the kitchen was ready to prepare the meal.

The attendant was speechless for a while, so he curled his lips and turned to look at the newcomer:

"Yes, I have a few questions to ask... Oh, it's D.D. Forget it."

After saying this, Wyatt shook his head and sighed, while passing by Doyle in disappointment.

D.D had just brought back a bag of almond pies from the dessert shop. He was originally full of joy and was puzzled. The hand that handed out the pies only reached halfway and lost its target. The situation was extremely embarrassing.

Huaiya walked towards a table, where a muscular figure covered with bandages was sitting at the table, wiping his sword carefully.

"Hey, Glover Pioneer..."

The strong figure moved for a moment.

"once."

Glover, who was still recovering from his injuries, turned his head and wiped the same spot on the sword dozens of times with the rag: "I, um, I did it once."

But just once.

Really, only once.

"What? What happened once?" Huaiya was confused.

"your name."

my name?

Huaiya was stunned for a second before he reacted.

"What? You, you? You too... Why is it you? How could it be you? I don't understand. It doesn't matter to others, but why do you have to..."

As he spoke, Glover's expression became more and more cold and stiff, which made Wyatt realize something and quickly shut up.

No, no, no, Wyatt Castle, no, that's not what you're asking, that's not...

And you don't care at all, you shouldn't care, it's just a name, what a big deal...

Well, yes, yes, I don’t care...

not give a damn about……

Huaiya took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, held the notebook and asked in a good voice:

"I'm sorry, Vanguard Garren Glover, can I borrow a few seconds of your time to ask a few questions?"

Glover looked sharply:

"If it really takes a few seconds."

"Then, how many minutes will it take?"

"No." Zombie said crisply, making Huaiya's expression fall.

"Then...for the sake of you pretending to use my name?"

Glover stopped cleaning his sword.

The zombie said nothing, but slowly raised his head and looked at Huai Ya.

His movements were slow but extremely oppressive, and his face was stiff and his eyes were dead, which made people feel inexplicably panicked.

strangeness.

Why is this big guy looking at me like this?

It was obvious that he was in the wrong, but why did he feel that I was the one who was in the wrong?

Several seconds passed, and Huaiya was stared at, which made him feel terrified. Unable to bear it, he finally had to smile awkwardly:

"Okay, okay, then, um, maybe, maybe next time, next time..."

Glover watched Huaiya leave with a cold face, secretly breathed a sigh of relief from an angle that no one could see, and began to clean his sword again.

fine.

Passed again.

No need to apologize.

But just as Wyatt left, a large bag of almond patties was thrown onto the table.

"Hey, Zhen Huaiya, what's going on?"

D.D faced Glover's death glare without any guilt, sat down with a piece of pie in his mouth, and didn't forget to take another one out of the bag.

"I don't know." Glover stared at Doyle for a long time, and finally he could only sigh in his heart, and reluctantly took the almond pie from D.D.

If you ask questions once, it’s not enough to ask them again and again.”

D.D frowned and looked into the distance: Rolf was sitting on the box in the corner, tinkering with his worn-out battle-used prosthetic right leg. Wyatt came to him cautiously and coughed.

Rolf snorted without raising his head.

What happened to this self-righteous young master?

Coming to collect payment?

Huaiya smiled brightly:

"Hey Rolf, old friend, did you do well yesterday? How's your leg?"

As he finished speaking, there was only a click, and Rolf's badly worn combat prosthetic limb was suddenly disconnected from the connection and fell to the ground.

A metal lock popped out of the prosthetic leg and rolled on the ground.

Rolf raised his head, looked at Huaiya coldly, and made several gestures:

【What do you think?】

Huaiya looked at this scene awkwardly and blinked.

"It seems you may have to use those old cold legs again... By the way, I have a question..."

Before he finished speaking, Rolf pulled up his arm and turned towards the wall with a cold groan.

Leave only the back to Wyatt.

The attendant stood there stupidly, before he could close his mouth.

"Maybe you don't want to disturb him at this time, really Wyatt," D.D said loudly, waving the pie happily at Wyatt and Rolf, "The mute, um, encountered something yesterday.

Some unbreakable concerns."

An unbreakable concern?

Huaiya was stunned.

The next second, Rolf turned his head suddenly!

What? How did he...

Rolf first looked at D.D in disbelief, and then he figured out what was going on. He looked at Glover and showed his middle finger in a mixture of shock and anger:

[You are so paralyzed that you can’t keep your mouth shut, you can’t hold back your words, you can’t keep secrets, you’re alive, you have no parents, you’re dead, you have no children, you eat, you eat, you shit on bugs, you don’t deserve to be fucked, you’re an orphan, you’re a bad zombie who’s being fucked in his turn...]

Glover was stunned and shook his head subconsciously:

"No, I didn't! It wasn't me! I didn't say anything! I don't know anything... Fuck! Damn you, D.D!"

He felt he was wronged but didn't know how to defend himself. In the end, he could only look at D.D. who looked proud but unconscious with great resentment.

"Unbreakable concern? What do you mean?" Huaiya looked at the circle of gestures and responses suspiciously, confused.
To be continued...