The moment the watchman finished speaking, Jonveled attacked at the right time!
* Clang! *
Thales blocked the first horizontal slash.
But Jonveled felt that something was not quite right.
The prince's gaze … seemed to be a little … unfocused?
At that moment, Thales was thinking about something.
Thanks to Mallos' explanation, the teenager understood some things.
It was no wonder that he felt a strange sense of familiarity from Jonveled's attack.
'I see.
'This is … a battle with Northland's style.'
Thales exhaled. He thought he would never have this feeling — a faint nostalgia for the "lessons of being beaten up" in Heroic Spirit Palace surged in him.
In his not-so-long life, but definitely rich combat experience, there were only three people who had truly influenced his sword-wielding skills in combat, from the beginning to the end, from the example to the example, and from the example to the example of others.
One woman and two men.
One of them was Black Sword.
In reality, Thales adjusted his footsteps and used hell's senses to defend against Jonveled's next slash.
But his thoughts seemed to be in another time as the Sin of Hell's River surged violently.
Black Sword, a mere mortal, faced the Mystics, the calamities, as well as inhuman existences like Asda and Giza. He was faced with an almost hopeless battle, but he miraculously struggled out of a path of survival. He even used the strange sword in his hand to forcefully create a chance for victory.
Later, when he thought about it, Black Sword's every decision, every choice, and every action he took during the battle showed superhuman qualities and astonishing wisdom. All of them deeply shocked Thales.
But the opponents Black Sword faced were too few. He could not be used as an example.
However, there was another person who deeply influenced him …
Thales strenuously blocked Jonveled's thrust. In the increasingly disadvantageous battle, his muscles groaned in pain.
'Star Killer.'
Thales thought quietly.
'Yes.'
Soray Nicholas, the man who was cursed by Thales thousands of times, could be said to have opened another door for him.
Thales witnessed the bloody battle of supreme class fighters in the Land of Barren Rocks.
The Star Killer, this man fought against the equally skilled and dangerous Raven of Death (and perhaps Thales and Yodel as well). He was at a disadvantage from the beginning to the end.
He was heavily injured and was in a desperate situation. He was in a disadvantageous position and was close to death a few times.
But in the end, the former leader of the White Blade Guards of Eckstedt still managed to turn defeat into victory.
Thales instinctively avoided Jonveled's powerful and heavy slash. He swung the shield in his hand, and with a tremble, he parried Jonveled's attack.
This made Jonveled feel slightly displeased.
This time, the prince's defense seemed to be effective. It was not as strenuous and awkward as before.
But Thales was still thinking.
The Star Killer.
He did not rely on strength to win.
Instead, it was patience, calmness, tenacity, observation, and analysis.
In the most disadvantageous battlefield, what Nicholas did was not fight to the death like a cornered beast in a frenzy of despair.
On the contrary, he used extraordinary patience and willpower to receive each of Monty's arrows. He tenaciously withstood the pressure of being at an absolute disadvantage, and calmly defended against each of his opponent's attacks, which were certain that he would win. During critical moments, he observed the Raven of Death's unique fighting habits and analyzed the enemy's most likely choice in each situation.
In the end, the Star Killer succeeded in one strike and overpowered his opponent.
'Perhaps,' Thales thought absentmindedly, 'Perhaps Nicholas did not obtain this nickname that shook the entire Western Peninsula and was one of the strongest Five War Generals in Eckstedt just because he was lucky enough to kill Horace Jadestar.
'That's right.
'The Star Killer.'
Thales suddenly realized that the person who influenced his fighting style the most was the Northlander he hated the most.
Thales instinctively raised his shield and attacked. It clashed with Jonveled's blade once, and he suddenly sensed something. He instinctively attacked with his longsword, forcing Jonveled to give up on his attack in surprise. He held his sword horizontally to defend himself.
'No, that's not all.
'He didn't just witness that battle.
'He also …'
Thales recalled the past. During every outdoor training session, Nicholas would show off his skills without holding anything back. He would proudly bully Thales until he teared up, and Thales could only take the beatings without being able to fight back.
The Constellatiates who were watching by the side gritted their teeth. Saroma could not bear to watch.
'But …'
But every time he faced the Star Killer, whether it was for survival, for his pride, or to not be beaten up so badly, when he struggled to survive under the Star Killer's claws …
* Clang! *
Thales' longsword clashed with Jonveled's weapon again.
But at this moment, Thales closed his eyes.
Jonveled, who was very close to him, noticed this, and he could not help but be shocked.
The Sin of Hell's River surged into the teenager's body.
Hell's senses became even more sensitive.
Time seemed to have slowed down.
At that moment, Thales slowly experienced it.
It was at the point where Jonveled's and his longswords clashed.
The Powers of Eradication from both sides surged up, and they were locked in a stalemate at that point.
One side attacked endlessly, and their attacks surged.
The other side defended firmly, and they were tenacious and tenacious.
Thales could sense that no matter what he did, whether he pressed forward, attacked, withdrew his sword, or retreated …
Jonveled's Powers of Eradication would attack relentlessly, and he would not give him any chance to catch his breath.
And Thales could not block it.
'What should I do?
'What should I do?'
During that second, Thales still had his eyes closed. He sensed everything with the feedback from hell's senses and the Sin of Hell's River in his hands.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly.
The teenager understood.
He, Thales Jadestar.
He was not a monster with a strong body, a genius with exquisite skills, or the main character of a knight who had peerless skills ("Come on, release your mystic energy and you'll be able to kill them all!" — Dark Thales, who swung his fists and roared in his heart).
He could not subdue his enemy with one strike like Yodel, he could not turn something rotten into something extraordinary like Black Sword, he could not change his moves in a flash like Nicholas, and he could not control the situation of the battle with ease like the Knight of Judgment.
But he had at least one advantage, even though Thales was not willing to admit it.
Tanking.
Yes.
Even though it did not sound nice.
But …
After being beaten up so many times, you would naturally develop a pathetic intuition.
'What kind of feeling would the fists and swords that landed on your body bring?
'Which hits are only excruciating but not serious? Which hits seem exaggerated but actually have average effects? Which hits are extremely dangerous and could be fatal?
'And the beatings I received.
'I can see it from my enemies and myself …
'More things.
'Including … how to counterattack and win.
'Just like how the Star Killer faced the Raven of Death.
'It sounds … familiar.'
Thales smiled leisurely.
'That's right.
'Isn't this …'
The Sin of Hell's River roared madly in his eardrums, as if it was beating war drums and urging Thales to continue fighting.
But Thales turned a deaf ear to it. At that moment, scenes from the past flashed in his mind.
'In the Abandoned House, as a child beggar, he struggled and struggled …
'In Vine Manor, he faced a close shave with the vampire …
'In Renaissance Palace, he played a political game in the Hall of Stars …
'Isn't this …
'In Dragon Clouds City, he narrowly escaped death in Shield District …
'In Heroic Spirit Palace, he dealt a fatal blow in front of the five archdukes …
'In the desert, at the bottom of Black Prison, he fought hard in the dark …
'Isn't this …'
The smile on Thales' lips deepened.
'Isn't this …'
'Isn't this the time when he faced all sorts of disasters and obstacles since he came to this world …
'Thales Jadestar's way of living?
'First, get beaten up and survive.
'Then, level up and find a chance to win.
'Finally … act cool?
'Get beaten up, level up, and act cool — Thales's three-step strategy?'
Thales slowly opened his eyes and looked at Jonveled, who had a surprised expression on his face as time seemed to have stopped.
He smiled in his heart.
'No, no, no. Be more serious. This is a battle.
'Let's put it in another way.
'Let's put it in a nicer way.
'That is …
'Receive the enemy.
'Detect the enemy.
'Subdue the enemy.
Thales' heart was clear.
The Sin of Hell's River boiled and was almost burning.
But in Thales' mind, that clue became clearer.
It was as if he was getting closer to a certain goal.
He knew.
This was his Sin of Hell's River.
His Power of Eradication.
His fighting style.
Or, according to what Ricky said …
It was himself.
It was Thales Jadestar himself.
Or …
A thought appeared in Thales' mind.
'This is the basic quality that every powerful fighter has?
'Receive the enemy, detect the enemy, and subdue the enemy.'
In the next second, the Sin of Hell's River in Thales' body exploded with a bang!
It was exuberant, excited, and climbed to a climax.
Time seemed to have returned to normal at that moment!
The surprise on Jonveled's face disappeared in a flash, and it turned into seriousness and fierceness.
Thales sensed that at the point where their longswords clashed, Jonveled's Power of Eradication also roared!
Jonveled's attack was about to begin again.
But the prince only moved and turned his wrist.
His longsword drew a circle in the air, and it started to twist along the trajectory of Jonveled's weapon!
The metal rubbed against each other and let out an unpleasant sound.
Doyle, who was watching by the side, could not help but let out a gasp.
"This is …"
In the blink of an eye, the two swords separated. Jonveled's longsword came charging at Thales with an indomitable momentum!
Thales turned around gently. His longsword also flashed, and he slashed forward!
Their figures overlapped with each other on the training field.
* Bang! *
There was an explosion.
Both of them stopped at the same time.
It was only then that the guards watching by the side let out soft gasps of surprise.
Mallos stared at the training field without blinking. He did not even hear the people beside him urging him to hurry up.
Thales panted harshly in the training field. He felt the Sin of Hell's River, which was almost completely drained, tumble about indignantly.
He turned his gaze and realized that at some point in time, the upper half of his shield had already shattered. Only the lower half was still connected to his hand.
Jonveled's practice sword had already stopped at his shoulder. The metal blade was pressed against his neck, and his skin was cold to the touch.
As for Thales' sword, it had just grazed past Jonveled's shoulder by a hair's breadth and stopped in midair.
It did not work.
Thales sighed as he felt the soreness and numbness all over his body.
'I still lost.'
The sounds of discussion among the guards grew louder.
But at that moment …
"I lost."
Before him, the clean-cut knight in his thirties put away his longsword in an extremely elegant manner and nodded respectfully.
Thales looked puzzled.
"I might have attacked your vital spot, Your Highness, but that is because your practice shield has been attacked many times, and it could not withstand the force."
Jonveled put on a friendly smile and pointed at the remaining half of the shield in Thales' hand.
He took a step back, sighed, and touched his chest. A new scratch appeared on his leather armor.
"And before that, the tip of your sword grazed my neck."
Thales was stunned.
Jonveled looked at Thales sincerely.
"Even though the back of the sword only grazed you a little," Jonveled smiled and shook his head.
"But if it had been a real sword, I would have lost."
The guards burst into an uproar.
Thales stared at him in a daze.
A few seconds later, the teenager shook his head and shook off the epiphany he had from the battle just now.
"No, you fought very well. I did not even have the strength to fight back."
Thales sighed.
"In the end, you still had the strength to hold back. This proves that you are much stronger than me. You should be the winner."
Jonveled bowed and did not answer. He only smiled, put down his practice sword, and turned to leave.
'That's right.'
Thales cleared his mind.
He knew that regardless of whether it was Procca, Kommodore, or Jonveled, they were just sparring partners for him. Besides, the difference in power and status among them made them hold back and show mercy.
'If it had been a real sword …'
Thales felt the soreness and swelling in his arm. He looked at the bruises on more than one spot …
He had long since become a Prince Cut Cake.
'Loose.'
The guards discussed among themselves. Mallos turned his head around to discuss something with Flag Bearer Fuby, who was beside him. He did not seem to have the time to look at Thales.
"He was clearly about to lose just now, but why do I feel that there's something …"
Doyle turned his head around in puzzlement while he was at the foot of the field, but Glover interrupted him.
"Listening Skill and Judgment."
The vanguard known as Zombie crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes were like torches.
"Jonveled's offense was fierce, and it was unstoppable.
"Hence, the child learned from Logistics Officer Procca's method just now. He used his defensive counterattack style and the idea that the stronger the opponent he faced, the stronger the opponent he faced.
He also found an opportunity from it. "
Glover stared at Thales, who sat down dejectedly.
"But in the end, he was not strong enough.
He was unlucky. "
Doyle's expression froze.
'Procca?'
"What the hell, he chose materials on the spot and came up with a strategy?"
Doyle stared at Thales, who was digesting his battle experience in a daze.
"So, our duke is quite quick-witted?"
This time, Glover only shook his head. He did not answer.
While the guards discussed among themselves nonstop, Mallos finally snapped out of his daze.
"Then, who is next?"
The watchman asked faintly.
The guards who were still chattering excitedly instantly quietened down.
But when he heard this, Thales' expression darkened.
'Again?
I'm about to collapse, okay? '
"Lord Mallos!"
Thales said indignantly.
"Since you speak so logically, you must have extraordinary skills." The duke rubbed the bruises on his arm and gritted his teeth.
"Why didn't you fight on your own?"
Mallos smiled faintly.
"Because I am not good at fighting on my own, Your Highness."
'Not good at fighting on your own?'
Thales was stunned. He then remembered the figure of the other watchman.
"Then, why did they make you the watchman?"
Mallos' smile was still elegant.
"My forte is battlefield observation, decision-making, and deployment."
Thales furrowed his eyebrows.
"So, what are you?" Thales snorted coldly and said sarcastically,
"A fantasy version of Wang Yuyan?"
Mallos narrowed his eyes.
"Wang what?"
Thales coughed.
"What I mean is, even if you go up against a rookie like me, are you not confident?"
Mallos smiled faintly.
"I've said it before, I am not good at fighting. If I go up against Your Highness, then …"
Mallos looked at the guards around him and said with a smile,
"… It's a fifty-fifty chance."
Thales was so angry that he rolled his eyes.
But he was already so tired that he needed to replenish his energy to retort.
"So," Mallos looked at a very young guard, "What do you think, Ness?
"Spar with Your Highness?"
But at this moment, before anyone could reply, a mature female voice came slowly, accompanied by the sound of high-heeled shoes.
"Oh, is this your so-called martial arts lesson?"
The voice was clear and powerful.
Mallos' eyes widened!
When they heard this voice, the guards burst into an uproar again. Then, strangely, they stopped altogether and turned around quietly.
They faced the newcomer.
Doyle saw the newcomer's face clearly and could not help but let out a soft "What the f * ck". Then, he quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head, hiding behind Glover.
Thales turned his head and was also stunned.
He stared blankly at the field outside.
He looked at the mature, steady, and elegant middle-aged lady who walked slowly from the porch.
Compared to Gilbert and Kessel, even after six years, she still looked graceful and charming. Her black hair was as black as ink, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting. Other than some wrinkles, there were few signs of age.
Her high-heeled shoes still tapped the ground forcefully and rhythmically. Regardless of whether she was facing a stone floor, a lawn, tiles, or gravel, it was the same as before and never changed.
Thales stared at the lady in a daze.
He stared at her arrogance, valiance, elegance, and freedom, which did not seem to diminish in the slightest.
She did as she pleased.
The members of the Star Lake Guards looked at each other, seemingly hesitant.
But in the end, under Mallos' lead, they all bowed and saluted respectfully.
But the black-haired lady did not seem to see them. She did not care about them and only looked around. Her gaze landed on Thales for a moment before looking away.
She snorted softly.
"Look, what kind of bullsh * t are you teaching?"
The Royal Guards were awkward and strangely silent. No one (dared) to answer.
"Madam, you may not understand." Finally, the leader, Mallos, coughed softly.
"We are investigating the information about the Power of Eradication in His Highness' body. This is to help him better —"
"Then, have you finished your investigation?"
The black-haired lady interrupted him without giving him any face. Her tone was impatient.
"How much longer are we going to beat him up?"
Mallos was instantly rendered speechless.
Behind him, Flag Bearer Fuby quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
"In truth, we have some clues, but we still need —"
But the lady interrupted him again.
"Oh, so all of you are serious." She walked to the edge of the field and looked at the people around her. A scornful look flashed briefly in her eyes.
"You are not playing house?"
The guards looked at each other at a loss again.
Mallos was silent for a few seconds.
"Madam —"
But the middle-aged lady snorted coldly and interrupted him for the third time.
"You."
The black-haired lady turned her head around coldly and looked at Glover, who was pointing at her in a baffled manner.
"No, not you. I am talking about the one behind you.
That heartless brat from the Doyle Family, don't think that I can't see you just because you hide behind the big guy. "
Doyle walked out from behind Glover with a long face and squeezed out a smile.
"Madam …"
But the black-haired, graceful woman gave her orders. Her voice was firm and powerful, and she did not hesitate at all.
"You, go up and spar with the prince.
"According to what your leader said, investigate his Power of Eradication."
Thales, who had been immersed in his memories, was slightly stunned.
And Doyle's expression changed.
"What, you are not willing?"
Doyle's eyebrows twitched again.
The woman said coldly,
"So, sparring with Prince Thales … is an insult to your family?"
Doyle shuddered when he heard this.
He no longer dared to answer. He looked as if he was facing death with equanimity, and like a marionette, he walked to the training field in a daze. He was about to grab his practice sword, and he only hoped that his misfortune would end soon.
But his beautiful wish still fell through.
"Wait."
The woman's words rose in a leisurely manner, causing Doyle, who had taken a step forward, to stop in the air. He did not dare to move.
"Use your own sword."
When she said this, the Royal Guards burst into an uproar!
Mallos' expression changed. He seemed to be unable to maintain his original indifference.
Doyle turned his head around in shock. He did not care about the fear in his heart.
"Use … Use … a real, real sword?"
The woman snorted through her nose in a rising tone.
"What else?"
Doyle froze on the spot.
"Quick, draw your sword. Go up and fight him with your life on the line."
The woman glanced coldly at the Royal Guards.
"Otherwise, why the hell would you investigate his Power of Eradication?"
Thales was shocked when he heard this, but he also felt warmth in his heart.
'As expected …
'It's been six years …
'She's still …'
Behind Mallos, Flag Bearer Hugo Fuble's face was dark. He asked Procca, who rushed over from behind him.
"How did she get in?"
Procca's face was bitter. He spread his hands in resignation and helplessness. "Commanding officer, you know that she is His Majesty's …
"In short, in all of Mindis Hall, even among our brothers, no one dares to stop her."
Fuble was instantly exasperated.
Thales sucked in a deep breath and looked at Doyle, who did not even dare to breathe loudly after being scolded. He took a step forward.
"My Lady, I —"
But the moment he opened his mouth, Madam Jines Bajkovic, the first-grade female official of Renaissance Palace, his father's lover, and the person who enlightened him in the Northland Military Sword Style interrupted him with an impatient expression.
"Shut up, brat."
Thales instantly choked.
"How many times have I said it in my letter? When you come back, I want to test you on real sword training. "
Jines walked in front of him. When she saw that Thales was almost as tall as her, her lips trembled slightly, and her gaze moved.
But the female official quickly turned her head around and extinguished the trembling in her eyes while it was still in its infancy.
"And what are you doing now?"
Jines looked elsewhere and said sternly,
"Toy sword? Playing house?
Are you still seven years old? "
Jines swept her gaze over the twenty Royal Guards and said sternly,
"Are all of you seven years old as well?"
The leader, Mallos, was silent. He did not answer.
"Why are you standing there in a daze?"
Jines exhaled.
She seemed to have had enough of her anger. She turned to Doyle. The latter was trying his best to act like a stone pillar in the middle of the field.
"Go up, D.D. Fight him with your sword until you get rid of his Power of Eradication."
Doyle raised his head while trembling.
"I, I, my Lady, this sword was passed down to me by my grandmother. I cannot use it easily …"
Jines mercilessly exposed him.
"Nonsense. How many times did I capture Old Doyle in Red Street Market when I was young?
Your grandmother passed away a long time ago. Every time, it was your grandfather who paid the bail! "
Doyle shuddered when he heard this. He lowered his head and did not dare make another sound.
Jines snorted coldly. Her high-heeled boots tapped against the ground with a clear sound as she walked past the guards.
"Then, you?
You? Or you?
Use a real sword and go up to spar with him? "
No one answered. No one even dared to raise their heads.
Jines snorted coldly and turned to the leader.
"You might as well call yourself Mallos."
The female official said scornfully,
"Aren't you His Majesty's loyal servant? The kind who will cut whoever he asks you to cut? "
Mallos was silent for a few seconds.
Finally, the watchman sucked in a deep breath.
"There is no need, My Lady. Our duty is complete. We have already understood His Highness' Power of Eradication."
Thales was shocked when he heard this.
'Understood?
What? Sin of Hell's River? The Power of Eradication that Black Sword mentioned was best not to show to others?
'Understood just like that?'
"The martial arts lesson has ended."
Mallos forced a stiff smile.
"My Lady, you may continue to teach His Highness etiquette.
"My fellow guards and I will take our leave now."
But Jines did not intend to give up just like that.
"Oh? Really? You understand just like that? "
The female official clicked her tongue and said,
"You don't need to fight with real swords, and you don't need to fight with real weapons, but you can still know the Power of Eradication?"
Jines pointed at Thales, and her gaze turned cold. "What if you are mistaken?
Do you want to beat him up again? "
Thales felt a chill in his heart.
Mallos coughed, as if he was used to Jines making things difficult for him.
"Indeed," the watchman said stiffly in front of everyone, "His Highness' Power of Eradication is very strange.
It does not have any distinct characteristics or style, and the increase in various attributes of his body is limited. "
Jines narrowed her eyes.
Mallos looked up and stared straight at Thales.
"But he survived."
Thales sucked in a breath and revealed a curious gaze as well.
"Three battles."
The watchman said unhurriedly, "That's right.
"Before he was injured, Procca was an elite in the Defense Division. His counterattack had even severely injured supreme class elites.
Even though he was in the Defense Division, Jean used to be a police officer. The close-quarters combat skills he learned from the streets were practical and effective. He specialized in defeating his enemies in unexpected ways.
"And Jonveled only recently changed from a penal officer to a vanguard. One of the main reasons is that his fighting style is too sharp."
The three people who were mentioned moved.
"But His Highness survived," Mallos said methodically.
"He lost, but he did not lose too badly."
The watchman became serious. His gaze was like lightning, and it was so piercing that Thales felt a little uncomfortable.
"Your Highness, there is an extremely similar example in history regarding your Power of Eradication."
Thales was a little surprised.
'An example in history?'
He immediately remembered the example Ricky told him when he was still in Blade Fangs Camp.
'Those people Ricky mentioned …
'Ancestors who had the Sin of Hell's River and also shouldered the so-called' mission of their era '.'
However, what Mallos said next was out of his expectations.
"Two hundred years ago, a peerless genius in combat and martial arts appeared in the Jadestar Royal Family."
'Jadestar Royal Family?'
Thales raised his head in shock.
'Wh … What?
Is there a Jadestar among the strange names Ricky mentioned? '
Mallos cleared his throat and said loudly in front of the people who were listening attentively, "That royal genius awakened to a rare Power of Eradication.
"That prodigy of the royal family awakened to a rare Power of Eradication. That power allowed him to struggle for survival in countless desperate situations and narrowly escape death."
"Just like Prince Thales' power today, it allowed him to survive in dangerous situations."
Thales blinked.
'Huh?'
Mallos nodded.
"In the end, that genius became a supreme class legend of his era. His fame spread to this day."
Jines furrowed her eyebrows.
"And that is …"
Mallos took a deep breath and looked at Thales.
"That's right. He is the free and uninhibited romantic prince, the legend of the century who has never met his match in the Western Peninsula.
"Kayla Jadestar."
The watchman's eyes shone brilliantly.
"People call him the Enemy of the Wolves."
The crowd burst into an uproar!
Thales was completely stunned.
'Legendary prince …
Kayla Jadestar?
Enemy of the Wolves? '
Mallos raised his head. He looked solemn and serious.
"And the legendary Power of Eradication that Prince Kayla relied on to become famous and shock the world is called …"
The watchman said softly,
"Wrath of the Sea."
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
At that moment, the entire training ground was in an uproar!
The Royal Guards anxiously whispered to each other. There was no lack of excitement and surprise among them, and many of them kept glancing at Thales.
Jines also fell into deep thought.
But the main character of the topic was stunned.
'Anger …'
Thales stuttered in his heart.
'Wrath of what waves?
"I heard that the instructor the Northlanders arranged for the prince is the murderer who killed Prince Horace. The Northlanders purposely used this to humiliate us."
Doyle, who had snuck back to Glover's side, poked his colleague in surprise.
"By the looks of it now, the murderer really taught seriously?"
While the crowd was in a mess, Mallos took the chance to end the conversation.
"I'm sorry, Madam Jines. That's all for today.
"As for you, Your Highness, I will look for information regarding the Enemy of the Wolves when he was alive." Mallos narrowed his eyes.
"In the future, your training will be more targeted."
The watchman did not wait for their response. He turned to the entire Royal Guards.
"Dismiss. Return to your posts."
A thought appeared in Mallos' mind.
"Unless … someone wants to catch up with the visiting Madam Jines?"
The moment he finished speaking, the Star Lake Guards dispersed.
No one seemed to want to stay any longer.
Mallos turned his head around and nodded slightly at Jines and Thales.
The female court attendant snorted coldly, turned around, and took a step forward.
"Why are you spacing out, boy?
You still have lessons to attend! "
Thales shuddered. It was only then that he snapped out of his shock and puzzlement.
He turned his head around and did not care about his appearance. He jogged all the way to catch up to Jines' high-heeled boots in a hurry.
While the teenager jogged, he mumbled in his heart.
'What's going on?
'During these six years …
'Aside from being beaten up all day long, being drenched in blood and sweat, gritting his teeth to fight against Nicholas with tears in his eyes, and thinking of ways to survive under his terrifying and savage shadow …
'What else did he do to make my Power of Eradication turn into something like …
Wrath Waves? '
Mallos stared at Jines and Thales as they left into the distance on the training field that soon became empty. His expression was slightly dark.
"And you, Procca, pass the message."
Mallos called out to Procca, who was at the back of the group.
"This time, we can be considered to have just been formed, and we are unfamiliar with our duties.
"But next time, even if His Majesty himself comes …"
Mallos emphasized the word "himself", and it made Procca subconsciously tense up.
The watchman turned his head around slowly. His eyes shone with an incredibly solemn light.
"The guards under my command are not allowed to come here without any hindrance or notice."
Do you understand? "
Procca shuddered.
He suddenly had the misconception that the usually indifferent and relaxed Officer Tormond Mallos did not exist at that moment.
Procca quickly nodded respectfully, turned around, and left.
Mallos stared at his back. His gaze was complicated, and his thoughts were unfathomable.
After a moment, the watchman turned to the only person left beside him.
"Hugo?"
The flag bearer of the duke's personal guards, Hugo Fuble, walked over in a submissive manner.
"Did you record today's training, including the prince's Power of Eradication?" Mallos asked faintly.
"Of course." Flag Bearer Fuble brought out a notebook, and his gaze suddenly became astute.
"Wrath Waves."
"And the details of Prince Thales' response and —"
But Mallos cut him off.
"Variant."
Fuble raised his head with a puzzled expression.
"Add one to your record," Mallos said softly.
Mallos said softly. His expression and tone of voice slowly returned to their previous indifferent state.
"Prince Thales' Power of Eradication is a rare 'variant' of Wrath Waves."
Fuble blinked and furrowed his eyebrows.
"As for the specific direction and characteristics of the variant …"
Mallos exhaled. His expression was as calm as still water.
"Unknown."
Fuble was stunned for two seconds.
"Variant, unknown … Officer, are you sure?"
He looked at his notebook and said in puzzlement, "This is for Vice-captain Talon to read.
"This is for Vice-captain Talon to see, and he'll report to His Majesty and … If there's any inaccuracies or inaccuracies …"
Mallos suddenly turned around.
"Yes, I am sure."
He cut off Flag Bearer Fuble firmly. His gaze was burning, and he was aggressive.
"Absolutely certain."
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