Chapter 543: End

Glover and Doyle exhaled.

Somehow, Taylor was relieved.

But Mallorce turned around:

"But since we can't reach an agreement, is it better to leave it to the captain or take the decision?"

Vogel grunted.

"enough."

He once again called for the title:

"Watchman."

"Do you think that with Captain Adrian's infinite pampering, you can be overbearing, without fear?"

This time, Mallorse remained calm and docile:

"No, I think you must have misunderstood something, sir. I just said ..."

"I said," Obviously, no matter how good Vogel's cultivation is, he can't hide his unhappiness at the moment:

"Don't teach me."

Thiels knew he couldn't pretend to be dead.

"That, Lord Taryn ..."

"Maybe you don't know much yet," Taylor turned and raised his glass, happily inserting their conversation:

"But people in the world who have enemies, conflicts of interest, or simply look at me unhappy, to be honest, can go from here to Longxiao City."

Vogel looked at him, the coldness melted like snow and ice, but the spring breeze remained:

"You are outstanding. Your Highness, naturally, is often jealous of villains, so don't worry."

While Taylor thought that this guy's armor was harder than me, he rounded the field:

"Therefore, Lord Mallorz's concern is not unreasonable."

"Of course, you are right, this banquet is very important."

"Let's take a step back, Lord Lord Mallorce doesn't have to interrupt the banquet radically and rashly, but you can more easily troubleshoot the hidden dangers, foolproof?"

Taylor smiled elegantly, his eyes were burning, and he was filled with "give me a face".

Mallos was silent for a moment, respectfully saluting.

Vogel took a deep breath and smiled suddenly.

"Of course, Your Highness."

The atmosphere finally thaw.

Thiers then turned around and followed the next one ("Do you recognize me, I'm the gatekeeper who guarded the gate on the day of the mission ..."), the bureaucracy shouted.

"That look, or the look you claim," Vogel adjusted his mood and whispered:

"Is it against His Highness or Your Highness? Or is it someone else?"

"I do not know."

Vogel's eyes were cold again.

Mallos narrowed his eyes:

"Because of the angle below, Your Majesty and others are also in this direction."

"I just know that it's ... a man."

"the man?"

"That's great," Vogel said, looking at the crowd at the banquet who was getting more drunk with wine, ironically:

"At least, we have a quarter fewer suspects."

"So it's better to let Her Majesty evacuate first ..."

"Impossible," Vogel flatly refused:

"Maybe your family has been away from politics for too long, Mallos, but you thought the banquet was just over dinner?"

Mallos was stagnant.

Vogel looked up slowly.

I don't know when it will start, the Blade Long's expedition long song has ended, and the background music becomes long and magnificent.

With the announcement of the court director, everyone turned their attention to the seat of King Kessel.

There, a few aristocrats from afar came to their knees sincerely, and one of the older men was excitedly telling something.

The king nodded, and while comforting himself, he got up and left the seat, walking towards them.

Thiels jumped in his heart.

King Kessel went to a young man kneeling.

I saw the young aristocrat straight up, raised his hands in excitement, and put his palm into the king's hands.

King Kessel asked a few questions, and the young men answered them one by one.

Immediately, the king announced to the four seats that he inherited the glory and rights of his father and ancestors and officially became the baron of a certain territory.

Thiels had to raise a glass with his ministers to congratulate the occasion.

"It is the blade leader, that controversial illegitimate child. He actually bypassed the duchess and came to the capital by himself to seek the seal and recognition ..."

A whispered conversation on a long table passed into Taylor's **** senses.

"It seems that Her Majesty has made a decision, and Duchess Leiana must be very upset ..."

"Nonsense, the Duchess and the Revival Palace ..."

"Will his father's vassals obey?"

"It depends on the means of illegitimate children ..."

"They dare not disobey. If you think about it, even His Majesty's heirs are illegitimate children raised by Lord Mann ..."

"Shh! Just drink more, don't talk too much!"

Tyers sank.

Behind him, Vogel whispered to Mallorce:

"Have you seen it, appearances, seals, interviews, compliments, rewards, reprimands ... In this rare occasion, Your Majesty has too much to do."

"We can only make sure he doesn't leave the seat too far."

But Majoros was dissatisfied.

"So during this time, many people will come forward and come into contact with His Majesty at such a close distance," the watchman buttoned the glass and frowned:

"Who came up with the idea? Are you crazy?"

Vogel snorted:

"Don't have to make inroads, watchman."

"This is His Majesty's decision-after he knows the 'Assassin' you see."

Mallory was born a moment.

Vogel hummed and looked back at the king.

"watch carefully."

Tyers narrowed his eyes, the next aristocrat stepped forward to kneel, and the court official announced that this man was of noble origin and had sufficient merit. According to tradition, he was about to accept the king's gift and become the royal knight of the kingdom.

King Kessel extended his arms, and behind him, two members of the royal guards carried the sword and magpie, respectively, and came forward.

Mallorse's gaze was fixed:

"The one who holds the sword for His Majesty, that's ..."

Thiels hurriedly looked at the man holding the sword. It was a middle-aged guard who was not tall but was good and kind.

"Chief Vanguard Officer, Baron Steley?"

Mallos was surprised: "He himself held the sword for His Majesty's canonization ceremony?"

Glover, a vanguard wing, looked at Staley, pursed his lips, and became more serious.

Vogel hummed, seemingly dissatisfied with Mallos' hindsight.

"There is also Chief Guard Officer Bridge, and Second Guard Officer Marico. Their elite security team has been secretly in place to guard the left and right."

Seeing the guard wings, Doyle's face changed, as if thinking of something unpleasant.

Vogel narrowed his eyes:

"The commander, the vanguard, the escort, the core three wings of the royal guard are all there, and they are all out. Everyone who comes forward is stared at, and the assassin is nothing more than thirty steps away.

Mallorce's expression calmed down.

Thiels tried to search for the guests, but did not see anything. Until he switched to the senses of hell, he saw dozens of different lights shining in the crowd of banquets.

"If this doesn't reassure you ..."

Vogel lowered his voice, but could not hide the senses of Taylor:

"His Majesty's secret guard, also known as the 'Royal Assassin', was also present."

No one noticed that the prince had spilled a few inches of wine.

At that moment, Taylor suddenly felt that the hidden assassin was no longer terrible.

He looked up, looking at the huge empty corridor, and looking at the shadows cast under the lights, but no longer hesitated.

"Adding to the strength of Steley and Marico, no one can fight against His Majesty," Vogel glanced at Taylor:

"Or against the Duke."

Mallorse didn't speak, just clenched his mouth.

"As long as the nobles are safe, even if the assassins show up, we can react immediately and suppress it, turning it into a civil case of misconduct or jealousy, banquet talks."

Vogel whispered:

"Of course, as long as the assassin exists."

"In addition to my inquiries, the logistics wing and the court director are also checking the list to check the guests' luggage and gifts, while the inner city security hall is on the periphery, clearing all five miles," the more the captain said :

"It is reported that the Mystery Department of the Kingdom is also mobilizing manpower to gather intelligence in an attempt to identify the suspects-if they do exist."

"There are more people in action, it can be said to be a stimulus."

"Just for you ... a 'maybe'."

Vogel stared at the watchman dissatisfied.

Mallos was silent.

"Look? As soon as I received your report, Captain Adrian led the entire guard to respond and ensure safety."

"Don't make it look like you are the only one who is dedicated to the country, and we are all bad guys who eat vegetarian food."

Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

Just then, Mallos slowly spoke.

"This is ... the captain's decision?"

Vogel gave him an unpleasant glance, not denying:

"I don't know why he trusts you so much, whether it's watchdog selection or this."

"Even if it's such a 'someone glanced at me'."

Taylor felt that Majoros' breathing was quickening.

"Of course, maybe he thinks you are born unlucky and troublesome."

Vogel sarcastically said: "Be prepared early and clean up the mess."

There was no snoring for Mallos for a long while, and when the candling ceremony reached the third person, he only uttered a sentence:

"Thank you."

Vogel shrugged his head and turned to leave.

But then he turned back:

"Also, you better pray that the assassin is real, because if not ..."

The lieutenant captain approached Mallorse, threatening to:

"You should know, watchman."

Vogel's eyes were cold:

"You won't be the only unlucky one."

Mallorse was as quiet as ever, still motionless.

"See you, Tomond. Good night, Your Highness."

Vogel salutes Tyers, and leaves in a low profile against the wall.

The Duke of Xinghu's table was quiet.

Tyers exhaled, looking at the lettuce that had been cut into powder by himself.

"Look?"

Doyle, who finally dared to start breathing, did not dare to look at his boss's expression. He shrugged at Taylor:

"Bad guy."

Glover started carefully:

"Lord, now that the Revival Palace is in action ... then we are ..."

Mallus suddenly looked up!

"Gather everyone, arrange warnings and defenses in accordance with customary rules," Watchman said with a grimace:

"Yes, my colleagues in the Fuxing Palace acted, but here we are, ultimately.

Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

Majoros turned back and looked at curious Taylor:

"We take care of ourselves."

D.D and the zombies were quickly led away.

Stay with Taylors and Mallorse.

Fortunately, the canonization ceremony of the Royal Knights continued, attracting most of the attention, and fewer people visited the prince.

Tyers probed backwards and looked at Mallorse, who had been stiff for a long time.

For some reason, looking at the guard captain who has always been at a loss, Taylor has an illusion:

He is in a good mood now.

"So, your relationship with your superiors, especially the second guard in the guard ..."

Tyers looked at Vogel returning to the king and tentatively said:

"Well, are you doing well?"

Mallorce tilted his head to look at his "favorite" Duke.

"In life, there are always things you don't want to do, but you have to do," Mallorce said, not as if he didn't hear the irony of Taylor:

"We call them-'work'."

Tyers snorted.

"Like your 'work' under my hands?"

"I didn't say that."

Thiers was silent for a while, then a polite smile came out: "Okay."

But that's what you think.

He bowed his head and continued to deal with lettuce vegetables:

"but……"

Taylor watched the next Imperial Knight keenly kissing his father's ring: "Just what the 'bad guy' said, your ..."

"Sister brother brother team?"

"How do you say that?"

Mallorce raised his eyes.

Taylor looked at him and blinked.

"We might have an assassin hiding in the guest," the watchman stabbed him coldly, "but you're leisurely."

"My favorite duke?"

"Oh, my favorite guard captain," Taylor looked at him intriguingly, shaking the fork in his hand, like shaking his whip, deliberately acting like an elder who has gone through vicissitudes:

"If you grow up like me and experience everything I experience ..."

Majoros looked back at him and frowned.

Tyers shrugged, nodded the plate with a fork, and looked pleased:

"Well, this lettuce tastes good."

Mallos hummed and turned his head.

When Thales thought that this guy, as always, could not enter the oil and could not help teasing, the other party spoke.

"D.D and zombies, including others."

"They didn't enter your guard for no reason."

Majoros looked at the Adrian Guard near the king from a distance:

"The Doyle family is far away from power for a long time. They are not willing to be only a wealthy man. They racked their brains to invite Wang Chong and wanted to return to the Seven Wife Center."

"The head of the Golova family is in a financial position, loyal and loyal to the king, trembling, and he can't stay away from all those who care, to show that he is pure and clean, loyal and pure.

Tyler's expression was condensed.

"In Wangdu, family background is not only a bargaining chip, but also a burden on hands and feet."

The words of Mallos are slightly vicissitudes:

"It depends on how you choose."

Thiers was silent for a while.

Winding chips, shackled the burden of the hands.

His gaze shifted to the nine star pattern on the cuff.

"Lord Majorus," Taylor said lightly:

"I was thinking, maybe you should just come to the etiquette class and let Ms. Ji Ni continue to guide my martial arts?"

"Unexpectedly."

"It's a pity that the fate is hard to break," Mallos replied softly, which made Thales even more certain that he was in a good mood now.

Thiers doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

"how about you?"

The prince rolled his eyes:

"Why did you join my guard and still be your head?"

Mallorston took a moment.

"you know."

Mallos glanced at him side by side, as usual.

"jobs."

Tyler frowned.

Mad, you really think so.

"When will you introduce your family to me?"

Thales seemed to inadvertently:

"Look at the 'Razor' Mallory family who is eligible to marry a princess. What is it for?"

"Is it your burden or a bargain?"

At that instant, Taylor trembled unconsciously.

Just now, the crime of prison river seems to ... jump?

Thiels looked up in surprise: Mallorse looked exactly as he was, frowning at him.

"what happened?"

Tyers looked at him and smiled awkwardly:

"I didn't mention your grievances with my aunt—well, now."

Majoros frowned.

Tyers shrugged, tentatively teasing:

"So, am I still your favorite duke?"

Majoros looked at him for a long time—not ordinary, it was the kind of hair that made Taylor slightly hairy. In previous horror movies, ghosts appeared unconsciously in the scene and stared at the protagonist. .

When Thiels couldn't help but look back, Mallos spoke.

"Let's change it, Your Highness."

Thiels wondered:

"another day?"

Mallos nodded, and it became light and windy again.

"In another day, I can take you to the Awen Hills outside Dongcheng District, Dongshan Cemetery."

"Introduce you to my family."

"Okay ..." Taylor agreed, but immediately noticed something wrong:

"Wait, you say, the cemetery?"

Mallos nodded, smiling freshly and naturally.

"Yes."

"My grandparents, parents, uncles, siblings ..."

With a deep voice in Mallorse's voice, with his smiley eyes, Taylor was a little creepy.

"In the Mallos family, all my blood relatives found in the genealogy."

"Everyone."

"They are buried there."

Mallos' tone was calm.

It's like talking to others.

Except that he had been looking at Taylors, he could not blink.

"I introduce you to each other?"

Tyles grinned and turned back stiffly.

"Hey, that, you know ..."

The prince pulled the plate, embarrassed:

"This lettuce is really good."

Tells knew that the good mood of the watchman had ended here.

Just like his luck tonight.

Because after ten minutes, a man uninvited, took a seat next to Thales and smiled at him.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"It's a coincidence. At that time, I happened to meet you and be assassinated and saved your life ... Now thinking back, maybe that's destiny?"

Thiels looked helplessly at him, and waved his hand to Majoros, who was looking normal, so that he could stabilize the nearby Xinghu Guard.

Why is this guy ...

This is the time ...

"I'm a bit busy. I have no time to hurt you with nostalgia."

The prince was rude and called his name:

"Jane."

However, the owner of the iris, the Duke of the South Bank, Jen Kevin Deere raised his glass to him, and his mouth slightly tickled:

"Really, that's a pity."

"I thought that you, who had suffered many times of life and death, would pay extra attention to the current situation of the enemies in the past-I have only recently received information."

Thales froze.

"Old enemies?"

Jen, he talked about the assassinations when we first met ...

And the assassination of my enemies in the past ...

Thiels looked subconsciously at the Duke of Arend.

"Oh no, it's not the Duke of the North, and he can't understand how he is now," said Duke Jahn, setting his glass down, his eyes burning:

"I'm talking about that treacherous, vicious madness ..."

Thales froze.

"Clearly nothing, desperate ..."

Jayne bit the word lightly:

"But I can still raise my hands and cast my feet off you and me, both unprepared and ashamed ..."

The duke grunted:

"Ms. Selena Corleone."

Taylor was confused for a second, and then hesitated.

Arthur ...

Suddenly, sudden strangeness and long-lost familiarity struck at the same time.

Selena ...

Taylor's complexion changed slightly.

A blood vessel on the neck, like many years ago, began to faint.

Jahn turned the wine glass in his hand lightly, but also slightly amused.

"How about, Your Highness, for the name ..."

At that moment, the Duke of Iris exuded dread and coldness:

"Is there an impression?"

(Dying Call) Month ... Ticket ...

(End of this chapter)