Chapter 567 The Heart of the Guard

Defective products.

Oh, defective products.

The watchman pressed his lips tightly.

He looked up in the barren world, and saw that the inch was withered and crippled everywhere.

Vogel, why do you believe that there are "good products" in this world?

"Trust me, Lord Mallos, I hate to describe the guards' hands and feet like this."

Vogel snorted and leaned back:

"But obviously, you didn't leave me much room."

In an embarrassing silence, Mallorus stared at the other person for a long time.

Via on one side has long regarded himself as a dead person, almost integrated with the magic circle on the wall.

Until Mallos sighed.

"What do you want, Vogel?"

The watchman rarely refers to the other party ’s first name instead of the last name, saying lightly:

"If you really want to trouble me."

"It would be much more effective to report directly to His Majesty and even the Captain, and even the Chief Penal Officer Fakundo."

Vogel looked back at him, and his anger slowly subsided.

After a few seconds, he changed back to the rigorous deputy captain.

"Viazhang Banner Officer."

Vogel spoke softly.

On the other side, Weiya tried to pretend not to be here, shaking subconsciously.

"Why don't you let go of that poor polyphony circle and take a walk outside?"

Weah lifted his face from the phalanx he had "fixed" for almost five minutes.

"Walk ..."

He realized what he realized:

"Of course! I'm just a bit tired after sitting for a long time, you are really considerate, Chief Taren ..."

"Via," this time is Mallos, he is calm and gentle, concise and clear:

"Go out."

"right now."

Weah, who wanted to say something, immediately muttered.

In a few seconds, he first crept up, left the two of them out of sight, and then slipped out of the room like an escape.

Stay in the room and face the two people facing each other.

And the polyphonic array with a strange light.

"Other people may not see it, Tomond," Vogel said softly, calling the other person's name:

"But the wings of the flag are the eyes and ears of the Guard, and it is exclusively for internal review."

"So after last night, I found that these so-called Star Lake Guards under your staff either have a bad reputation, or have a lack of personality, or they are difficult to teach, or they are troublesome, or they secretly **** and **** ...

He knocked on the guard file on the table:

"When you became the captain of the prince's personal guard, everyone near the water tower envyed them, but chose these marginal people and even controversies in the royal guard to be your left and right arms?"

"Is it easier to control or less threatening and less likely to cause trouble?"

Vogel's eyes sharpened:

"Maybe I should ask you: What do you want to do?"

The prince's guard captain.

Near the water tower, everyone envy?

Mallos was expressionless.

You envy, Vogel.

I can't.

Mallos was silent for a moment and replied:

"You are doubting me."

The room was quiet for a while.

Vogel sneered and folded his arms:

"You know, when I saw the righteous act of Duke Xinghu last night ..."

He picked up the last file on the table:

"Did I remember anything?"

Vogel slightly exaggerated:

"he."

"He does not want to die to protect the king."

Mallos moved slightly.

Vogel's eyes focused:

"Sad."

At the next moment, the deputy captain pushed the file to him.

"Pawn."

Mallos lowered his head, and on the file, his own sketch portrait was looking towards himself.

Indifferent.

calm.

Don't care.

Snapped!

Vogel slapped it hard and slapped it on the table, just covering the last name column of Mallos.

"I don't know why the watchman has such great autonomy. But after taking over the flag, my job is to focus on everyone in the guard."

"So that the tragedy will not repeat itself."

Their eyes met, and their breathing was stagnant.

Mallos was silent.

In his barren world, Vogel's shadow was extremely huge.

"So, yes, I doubt you, watchman."

The flag officer leaned forward, and his smart eyes fell on Mallos:

"As you said, many of your archives in the Overwatch Chamber are top-secret eternal files-including those of the Scarlet Year."

"So I doubt you. When you became the captain of his personal guard and chose the Star Lake Guard for him, he had another claim."

"Some claims that are far beyond the duties of the Royal Guard and are not even known to His Majesty and the Captain."

Mallos' gaze looked at the glowing polyphony circle.

Without waiting for a response, Vogel snorted and warned:

"Tell me, you must have a good reason to do this?"

Vogel's eyes chilled.

"Tell me, what is wrong with the prince?"

"What are the secrets that only watchmen in the past know?"

"So much so that you are acting dreadfully, cautiously, special and even ridiculous?"

Mallos didn't move, but he sighed.

"Tell me, Tomond, otherwise this eternal file will go straight to His Majesty and Captain."

Vogel said coldly:

"Tell me, the twenty-four people under you include yourself, not your own claims, not your grievances, but specially selected for the special prince ..."

The next second, Vogel's tone raised a chilling alert:

"Consumables."

At that moment, Mallos saw in the barren world that Vogel's shadow and flame simultaneously turned into infinity, covering everything.

The room was very quiet, only the polyphonic circle was working tenaciously, ignoring the depressed atmosphere at the moment.

After a few seconds.

"Vogel."

The watchman slowly raised his head, calling his name like many years ago:

"What do you care about?"

Vogel was startled.

I saw Mallos looking at him expressionlessly:

"I was nominated a year ago and snatched the watchman position that you should have deserved?"

Vogel's expression changed.

"It was eighteen years ago, Colin Semill, the flag-wing senior who escaped the **** team because of your mistake?"

"Is it the day before you end the internship and formally join the Royal Guard, see the 'Blood Aria' in the Star Hall and take the head of the first king?"

"During the **** year, the king was in chaos and was robbed, and eventually your parents were killed by the mob?"

Vogel's face paled every time Mallor asked a question.

"The country six years ago was a meeting because the second prince was born," the watchman slowly said:

"In the thirteen Wang clan, the Tarun family, who are distant relatives of Canxing, failed to successfully become the heir of the royal family without the king?"

"Vogel Tarren?"

At the next moment, Mallos stood in his barren world and saw no accident:

The huge shadow belonging to Vogel trembles, and the endless flame drifts.

Longing, uneasy, uneasy.

And fear.

"When you lose everything, people always want to catch something-whether it is a life-saving straw or a devil's condition."

"Don't let fear dominate your life, old friend," Mallos shook his head:

"not worth it."

Vogel breathed faster and faster, and his anger became hotter and hotter.

"If this is your answer, watchman ..."

Mallos interrupted him:

"D.D."

"He has a very special ability."

Vogel narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, most people, including you, may think that he is naive, thick-skinned, and feels tired and lazy, inexplicable, and even hanging out, not quite reliable ..."

Pupil focus of Mallos:

"But one thing."

"It's okay to look down, scorn, helpless, sigh."

"Most people get along with Danny Doyle, and after getting in touch with his temperament, it's hard to get angry."

"It's hard to really ... hate him."

"Not to mention hate and dumping."

Vogel changed color slightly.

"As long as he wants, he can close the distance to anyone in a minute, without hindrance and burden, even if the other person is an inhuman lunatic or a monster that does not blink."

Mallos looked at his reflection in the teacup.

"Let most people in this world not hate you-do you know how difficult it is, Lord Tarren?"

He quietly said:

"Exercising to the extreme is much easier than this."

"That's why, in terms of ability and quality, Danny Doyle may not be the strongest, but he can be together with the guard. It is quite popular, and he would rather let him come forward."

Vogel looked at Mallos, his anger still in sight.

"There is also the Glorious Pioneer Officer."

Mallos also stared at Vogel, calmly and indifferently:

"Although he was quiet and uncommunicative, he was safe and thoughtful."

"He has participated in desert wars, and he is the person who has the most thorough understanding of actual combat among the younger generation of Pioneer Wings. Even Mariko's second seat, fighting for his life, may not necessarily win him.

Vogel frowned.

"As for his stains, if you are not limited to cold records and figures, tear apart the prejudices and misunderstandings of others, Lord Tarren."

"Then maybe you will find that Galen Grover is fighting with his peers because the other party has long insulted his family and origin, squeezed him out of isolation, plagued him for five years."

"As the imperial knight of the kingdom, Galon Glover is unbearable and forced to respond."

Vogel frowned and repeated:

"Forced?"

Mallos nodded:

"If I were you, maybe I would pay close attention to the discipline and discipline within the guard."

"Think about why the Pioneer Wing will have six people besieging one."

"There are also reasons why the vanguard wing, which is famous for its toughness in actual combat, has six hits and one hit, and it has resulted in three injuries and one disability."

Vogel didn't speak. He frowned at the file on the table.

"As for others."

"Patterson has a **** temper, and Stuart is about to retire, so they won't be bought easily-especially when the prince returns, everyone wants to pounce on it and suck."

"To be honest, Kongmuto is indeed not perfect, but we need talents who understand the affairs of the police station and officials in the city."

"I don't know about the scandal between Zone Verde and his stepmother, and Costa is indeed the son of thorns, but given His Royal Highness's experience over the past six years," Mallos did not hesitate:

"We need to ensure the geographical diversity of the members of the guard."

"Nesh is a headache. But when we were young, who was not self-centered and self-centered? He may be more exaggerated, but he just needs to hone, such as a ... hard-working partner."

"And did I mention that in the desert wars, Bastia's two hammers that had been orcs did not fall?"

"As for Morgan Pioneer Officer, the old case he had tried 20 years ago has been completed. There is no evidence to confirm the accusation of killing Shangguan ..."

Vogel sneered:

"But that's even worse, isn't it?"

Mallos smiled.

"I know the people under me." The watchman said lightly:

"They are not what you think."

Mallos looked at his old friend seriously:

"They are not consumables, nor are they abandoned."

"They are human."

The room was silent again.

Vogel's gaze traveled between the archives and Mallos, moving indefinitely.

"people."

"people?"

Vogel remained silent for a long time, patted the files on the table, and sneered:

"You know, the flag wings don't think so."

"Don't believe in 'people'-this is the first lesson in the flag."

Mallos shook his head:

"A long time ago, maybe eight or ninety years ago, there was a watchman in the royal guard called Cyril Falkenhaus."

"He said: The command wing is the brain, the flag wing is the eyes and ears, the pioneer is the arm guard and the foot, the logistics are flesh and blood, and the penalty supports the spine."

"But, the inherited watchman ..."

"This is the heart of the guard."

Vogel was taken aback.

"The brain will be confused, the eyes and eyes will be deceived, the hands and feet may be broken, the flesh and bones may be broken, and the Emperor's guard has been abandoned and lost.

Mallos picked up his file on the table and stood up:

"But my heart won't."

He pressed his chest and said with a clear voice:

"Only inheritance continues."

"Witness forever."

Vogel stared at him staring blankly.

Mallos closed his sketch page and piled it on top of other archives.

"I guess, the palm flag record ends here?"

"If you want, you can put your majesty on the eternal file, I don't care."

The watchman nodded and turned away.

Vogel took a deep breath and looked at the other person's back, but he was no longer aggressive.

On the contrary, his face was quiet and his eyes were like water.

But in the world of Mallos, he saw that the flame in Vogel's chest shattered and turned into ashes.

Until the deputy captain spoke again.

"Really, heart?"

Mallos stagnate.

"Then tell me, old friend ..."

Vogel's hoarse voice sounded like a viper's letter.

"In those days, when you secretly whistleblowered, betrayed your father to the Fuxing Palace ..."

"When you involve the family up and down, so that the unprecedented riot in the Yongxing City, the assassin looks for opportunities, and the blood spreads overnight ..."

The steady cup in the watchman's hand shuddered.

Vogel's eyes, like a knife, penetrated his back.

"Tomond Mallos, in exchange for the trust of the monarch, you who have obtained the status now ..."

"Outside the visible files ..."

"Do you really have a" heart "?"

At that moment, Mallos only felt the power of termination in his body crashing.

He saw that the barren world he was in had an instant color, the grass was flying, the vigor was vibrant, the flowers were green and colorful.

Fairy, weird, psychedelic.

Flawless.

Intoxicating.

After staying up all night, I went to bed. Encountered typos and language problems, remember to leave a message in this chapter, I will go back to revise.

(End of this chapter)