MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 632 I messed up

  Chapter 632 I messed up

  Sonia looked at Thales in a trance, thoughtfully.

"You know, when I went back to the capital this time, I found that everyone was at ease," she hummed a moment later, took out her pipe and cigarette again, and started rolling another cigarette. "No longer as popular as it was a few years ago. Panic, ready to relocate and flee at any time, always worried that the northerners will call back someday."

   "This is a good thing," Thales nodded, "and you guard the fortress and take great credit."

  But the flower of the fortress snorted slightly, ironically:

   "In fact, a month ago, I took people north to the black sand collar to ‘camping’ on the land of Lombard-to put it bluntly, it’s investigation."

  Thyls did not look back, but looked at the distant Star Lake: "It's so courageous."

   "It's there now, um, it's quiet." Sonia's cigarette hand was steady and meticulous, and it didn't look like she was drinking too much.

"Heisha has just fought the civil war, and everything is still recovering, but the taxes for the farmers and herdsmen are less, the customs clearance fees for the merchants are also less, and the illegal bandits on the road are also less. Including the villages, the rough men in the north enjoy it. There are not many groups of people. I heard that no matter what disputes there are, they rely on new officials — or a lot of king's decrees that I don’t understand — to resolve.”

  The King’s Decree.

   Thales did not speak, but his thoughts slowly broke away from the sadness and sigh.

"I’ve dealt with those familiar, rotten, stinking northern lords — Lewand, Mend, Devinson, Peruno, Ica — and most of them have disappeared. Some of them lost their heads during the civil war, some moved to Heisha City, some were replaced by new leaders who obeyed the king’s words, and the rest were shrunk in the castle, staying behind closed doors."

   Follow the words.

  Tyles frowned slowly.

"The young people from the north in the countryside have also gone a lot-I heard that some people joined the king's army during the civil war, and some went to live in the city after the war, and those who stayed are also talking excitedly. How can I go to farther places, such as Heisha City, and try to get back an official position and even a knighthood like other civilians who stand out?

"And our detailed work further north, including the secret spies who occasionally come to rest, said that every day, even every hour, from the declining aristocratic wandering knights to the commoners and the rogues, there are newcomers who go lively. Heisha City, I want to make a career there."

To succeed.

  Achieve career.

  Tyles’ eyes became sharper and sharper: "Really."

  Sonia nodded, she finally rolled up a cigarette and was pounding the cigarette **** carefully:

"To be honest, my years of warfare are not too short. I am not afraid of the heavy cavalry in the north, their heavy sword infantry or heavy armored swordsman, and even the Broken Dragon Fortress in hand, asking me to fight one enemy ten or even more. , It’s not a big problem, but..."

  Speaking of this, Sonia paused.

  A few seconds later, she rubbed the bituminous flint and lit the smoke in her hand.

   "But I can feel that something is different in the north, and this is definitely not a question that I can answer on the battlefield with swords and magic guns."

  Tyers listened to her, but the words of his "old friend" appeared before her eyes:

  【Tyles, you know better than anyone else, for six years, the ideal Exter is farther and farther away from me. 】

  It seems that it may not be that far away-Thales, who has experienced the ups and downs after returning to China, sighs with emotion:

  Like the weak Cohen and the unshakable Xiacheng District, those who are not forgotten will have unsuccessful achievements, but they will have repercussions.

  And how did you do it, Charman Rumba?

  What have you paid for this journey?

  Fortress Flower takes a deep breath and exhales endless smoke.

   "What do you think, His Royal Highness Polaris who is back from the north?"

   Thales recovered.

  Polaris-a voice said silently in Thales’s heart, no, you don’t like this nickname.

  It seems awe-inspiring, but with mockery, as well as imperceptible rejection and alienation.

  It gives you a lot, but deprives you more.

"I know."

  The Duke of Star Lake nodded slowly: "Seven years ago, I was there, the center of the storm."

  Tyles turned around to avoid the smoke, only to feel that everything in front of him was hazy and indistinguishable by Sonia's cigarette smoke.

  "So I know better than anyone, what kind of beast I released in Exeter, in Dragon City, and what kind of flame it will ignite."

  Beast.

  Fortress Flower was silent for a while, and slowly said:

   "So, can you put it back in the cage?"

   Thales laughed.

  Close back to the cage.

   "No one can close it," he shook his head and exclaimed, "It was destined to be like this when it was born more than a hundred years ago."

  Perhaps, perhaps more than a hundred years, he quietly said in his heart:

  From the day human beings were born, it quietly landed.

  Sonia hummed sarcastically. She took a puff of cigarette and leaned against the observation deck with a serious expression.

   "Now, many people in Yongxing City feel that Exeter is in deep infighting, divided and declining, and it is no longer possible to launch the nationwide expedition in the **** year, which can not threaten us."

  Tels pursed his mouth:

   "At least the first half is correct."

  Sonia ignored his words and continued:

"In the past seven years, the border between the two countries has been calm, and Broken Dragon Fortress is even more a sparrow. Whether it is your majesty or the great figures of the predecessor, and even many families who have been enemies with Exter in the north, they feel that the enemy has gone abroad. Already removed, feel relieved to turn around and engage in his own person.

  "Even Old Sodor is no exception. He rejected my proposal to strengthen the defense of the fortress, saying that he has more important things.

   "Even some people at the Imperial Conference thought I was alarmist."

  Sonia's voice fell, her eyes pointed directly at Thales, sharp.

  Tels looked back at her also, eyes deep.

  Across between them was a puff of white smoke from Sonia's finger.

  A few seconds later, Thales grinned and shook his head.

   "Only a fool would think that Exter's decline is not enough to worry about, let alone the adults of the Imperial Conference. I think many of them are just involuntarily involuntarily."

   "Can't help yourself?"

  Sonia disagrees:

   "When the old man Suduo asked me for reserve soldiers, saying that he was going to the Western Wilderness to rob the nobles, he looked excited, but he didn't seem to be persecuted by the king."

  Western Wilderness.

  The Sand King Project.

   Thales was silent for a while.

"Not a king," Thales stared at the night sky dreamily. "The thing that persecutes them is not the king, or even the individual, but the'thing'-fame, position, ideals, interests, power, are everything they are trapped in. , Forcing them to make decisions that may not be rational or long-term from another perspective."

  Sonia’s cigarette lighted and dimmed, and she frowned in the smoke.

"And this is the most terrifying place," Thales unconsciously grasped the ring and dagger in his pocket, only feeling one left and one right, full of weight, "the most luminous persecution is often subtle and silent, letting You think you are voluntary."

  The observatory under the moon was quiet again.

  After a while, the flower of the fortress dusted his cigarette butts and snorted coldly:

"Listen, I don't know what happened in Fuxing Palace, nor what'wild beast' you put in, but this experience gave me a bad feeling. When Broken Dragon Fortress becomes lively next time, we have to I am afraid that the things I face will be far beyond imagination."

   Thales raised his eyes:

"so?"

   "I need more."

   "What more?"

   "Everything," Sonia replied without hesitation, "Everything that can prevent my ominous premonition from becoming a reality."

  She took a puff of cigarette and spit out to Thales gently:

   "Soldiers, money, equipment, food, intelligence, morale, support, and perhaps government bureaucrats who are not holding back-although in my experience, the last thing is basically impossible."

  Tels frowned, he lowered his head and coughed, waving his hand to disperse the smoke.

  Sure enough, she is not as simple as going home for a vacation, nor is it a coincidence that she just passed by your castle.

  A voice in his heart said: Everyone has a plan, and all have a desire.

  Even the hearty, generous and famous fortress flower is inevitable.

  Thinking of this, Thales felt a little gloomy.

Sonia asks you, then you should promise her, at least leave the conversation, and see what you can find in the future-he whispered in his heart, even if this is just a short cash, but this is in line with you and the king. Under the covenant, use the gap between your father and son to show every crack in the kingdom.

  Even the flower of a fortress.

but……

   "Sorry, you found the wrong person." After a while, the Duke of Xinghu said in a deep voice, "I am just an out-of-favor prince exiled, no soldiers and rights, and too poor."

  Sonia stared at him for a long time before turning to the direction of Xinghu.

  "It’s okay. Nineteen years ago, when I led my troops north to Yongxing City, when I met your father in a group of refugees, he was similar."

  Fortress Flower took another cigarette:

   "Even, Kessel had just escaped from the chase at that time, and her spirit was trembled and trembled, which is much more miserable than you are now."

   Hearing the name, Thales frowned.

   "Then maybe, you should go to my father for help."

"If I can, be paralyzed," Sonia scolded and pointed at the moon with her cigarette **** and complained. "Since sitting on the throne, your father has become less and less cute and less well-behaved. It's like fighting. When I first met, I told him to kneel down, let him go naked, let him dance and dance, call him to be a king, crying and crawling to be crowned..."

  Tyers frowned deeply at these disrespectful words.

  Why does she say that?

  Your father is getting less and less cute... Call him king and he will be crowned...

  Why did she say this to herself?

  Sonia Sutherley, she was supposed to be the backbone of the royal standing army, the northern barrier of the kingdom, and the sword in the hands of the iron-fisted king, isn’t she?

Why?

  But Thales didn’t show up on his face, so he only picked out a word in the other’s sentence to ridicule: "Being naked, really?"

  Sonia waved her big hand, and she turned a deaf ear:

   "Anyway, I don't expect what you do now—look at your poor little body—but I can wait, wait."

  In the smoke and confusion, Fortress Flower smiled at him.

  But at that moment, Thales only felt hollow inside.

Wait.

  What are you waiting for?

  What else, another voice in his heart said quietly, between you and the king, what can she wait for?

  But, no, Sonia, she...

   Thales was a little panicked suddenly, he subconsciously rubbed the bone ring in his pocket, thinking of his agreement with King Kessel.

  Sonia changed her hand to hold the cigarette, and sighed a little: “As for you, just put what I said in your heart--the kingdom has something to do, and it must be in the north. You have to prepare for the future.”

  Tels swallowed.

  Be prepared for the future.

  In the future?

  No, it's impossible, Thales dispels improper thoughts.

  Sonia is the fortress commander. All she cares about is the threat of Exeter and the defense of the north. If something happens to the kingdom, it must be in the north. This is the key in her language.

  So what-another thought from the bottom of my heart popped up again-the reason she would say this is because as the guard of Broken Dragon Fortress, she must say so.

Because the enemy of the north is her capital: the threat of the Kingdom of Exter directly affects Sonya’s future, the standing army under her, the resources she can obtain, and the degree to which she is seen and valued. Her power position in the kingdom.

  Because she is also in the trap.

  Can't extricate themselves.

Is not it? Isn't this the truth you have experienced in the political games these months, and used it to oppose the king's army?

  And you, Thales, you have to see this through, her asking for help is not that simple—no!

  Tyles closed his eyes and interrupted his thoughts.

  He thinks too much, Sonia, the Sonia he knows is not that kind of person.

   "Why, why me?"

   Thales opened his eyes, slightly tired:

  "I believe that there are other people of insight in the royal capital who can give you more and more substantial help."

  Sonia enjoyed a sip of tobacco and pondered for a moment:

   "Maybe, because you are special? For example, if you dare to rebel against the palace with a sword and threaten your father?"

  Thyls looked back abruptly!

  Fortress Flower raised the cigarette in her hand: "Don't look at me, but the rumors spread quickly-well, it was definitely not the old man Sodor told me."

  But Thales' mood sank.

  Look, you are right, Thales.

  She came to you because you broke the palace and rebelled but left safely, because you proved your weight and became the second pole outside the highest throne.

As a result, the kingdom changed drastically, and even the seemingly sassy, ​​magnanimous fortress flower, she saw, she knew, and she felt—just as the king and Thales had foreseen—that Thales might be able to Contend against King Kessel.

  So she came.

  Not only for returning home, not only for the north, but not only for the pitiful personal friendship with you.

  Tels looked at Sonya silently, feeling restless.

  Sonia did not notice the change in Thales’ eyes, she smoked the cigarette to herself, immersed in the hazy smoke, very comfortable.

"Perhaps because you are one of the few people who can cure Rumba? According to Miranda, seven years ago, you gave up the opportunity to escape, decisively returned to the Palace of Valor, and used your freedom to extinguish the burning of the two countries. The flames of war."

   Thales took a deep breath.

  Seven years ago.

  It was another seven years ago.

  Damn seven years ago.

  He suddenly became distracted by the conversation before him.

  For the defense of the fortress, or for the future of the kingdom, in the final analysis, she is here to show good, win, ask for help, stand in line-or any other good or bad synonyms.

  She, the owner of the Supreme Shield, Sonia Sutherley, who once saved her life, is actually not much different from the Duke of the Western Wilds.

  [Powerful aristocratic lords will scramble to find you, win over the prince who has not returned to the country for a long time, and try their best to win you to their side...]

  Sonia, even Sonia, is the same.

  Thinking of this, Thales only felt deeply disappointed.

   And he, Thales Canxing, he can no longer open his heart and open his heart unreservedly to this savior like when he first met.

"So I think, that kid," Sonia sighed, taking a breath, her eyes pointed, "the kid who dared to charge against Rumba and dared to swing his sword at his father, under the gallows for both forgiveness and justice. , There should be some hope?"

  At that moment, Thales squeezed the "covenant."

   "Hope?" Thales repeated mechanically.

Sonia, she is not the first, nor the last. In the future, more people will do the same thing. Starting from a certain point, the people who talk to him, the calculations and benefits in the words, the purpose and the Desire will only increase.

  Until nothing else is left.

  Tels subconsciously tightened the covenant in his pocket.

  But you know, Thales.

  This is the necessary way, and this is the beginning.

  A voice said to him in his heart: You know, you are already prepared.

   Regardless of the cost.

  Sonia smiled and tapped Thales on the forehead:

"I know that you are not a'big man' in the Fuxing Palace, not yet, but the good thing is that you have no time to be like them, being forced by some ghost to be'involuntarily', and you haven't become like them. It's boring."

   Become them.

   Thales ignored her presumptuous movements, only felt that the bone ring in her pocket became more and more prickly.

  She thought she knew, but she didn't know it at all.

  Tels stared at her.

  Fortress Flower smiled and said:

   "In short, the world will not be static, I hope you, in fact, many people think you are..."

   "But I am not!" Thales yelled subconsciously.

  The observation platform was quiet for a moment.

  Sonia was taken aback. She looked at Thales short of breath in surprise, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

   "What's not?"

  But Thales reacted immediately and adjusted his breathing regretfully:

   "Sorry, ma'am, me, I'm lost, maybe it's because I drank too much at night and didn't concentrate."

  He controlled his tone and forced a few smiles:

  "I understand your concerns about the defense of the fortress, Her Excellency, but you may not know my situation..."

  But before he could finish speaking, Sonya coldly interrupted: "Shut up."

  Thyls was waiting to say something, but at that moment, the fortress flower's eyes were dazzling, abrupt and sharp, making him forget to say something.

  She was up and down, looking at Thales carefully.

   "Tell me, boy, how long have you been back to the king?"

  The boy was startled for a second.

   "It's been half a year, I don't remember. I'm sorry I missed the word, but it's late now, Lordess, I'm a little tired..."

  But the fortress flower shook her head and shook her head, interrupting him again.

   "Sunset, it seems she was right, they **** you badly."

  Thyls frowned:

"what?"

  Sonia smiled to the sky.

   "Did you know, you are talking like the dumb under your hand, wearing a mask." Sonia raised her cigarette and raised her mouth. The curvature of her mouth remained the same, and her eyes were still cold.

  Wearing a mask...

  Tales heard the words and was silent for a while.

   "Rolf can't speak."

  "Aren't you the same now?" Sonia quickly retorted him, she sneered coldly:

  "How long have you not spoken to anyone?"

   Thales is speechless for a while.

   "Why, was it possessed by a demon, or was it cursed by a witch?"

   was cursed by a witch.

  Tyles swallowed his throat and resisted the desire to touch the ring.

  【I will help you push the kingdom forward, remove obstacles, break the shackles, and do whatever it takes to do this. 】

  [Very good, that’s just as we talked about, child, become my sword, go to pierce through thorns and thorns, until Wang Guo Yanqing. 】

  He took a deep breath:

   "I, you don't understand, Sonia—"

   "You haven't tried it yet, how do you know..."

   "You don't know!" Thales interrupted her upset loudly.

  He is breathing fast, staring at her cigarette, like a leisurely Sonya.

You just listened to a few rumors and weighed the situation enough, Sonia Sutherley, you hurried back and forth to "visit" me, relied on the so-called old sentiment, and said something meaningful. What "something is going on in the north", what "I can wait", what "ready for the future", "you are special", to understatement, rhetoric, self-righteous...

  Tyles mobilized the crime of Hell River and tried to smooth his breath.

   "You don't know, Sonia," Thales tried not to think too much. He stood up, trying to end the conversation as gracefully as possible:

"You know nothing."

  【He gave you a sword. 】

"do not know anything."

  The teenager is in a trance.

  【I, Thales Canxing, I am destined to be your enemy. 】

  What, everything...

  【My son, you have to fulfill your promise and swing your first sword. 】

  Sonia did not speak, she sat opposite Thales, staring at him intently, letting the cigarette burn in her hand.

  But the look in her eyes made Thales more uneasy and wanted to turn around to avoid.

  Finally, the fortress flower exhaled and looked at the starry sky above.

  "You know, when I came to Xinghu Castle to recruit the guards, my mother was shocked--ah, shocked, this term was taught to me by the nurse in the castle."

   Thales recovered:

"what?"

  But Sonya ignored him, and just said to herself:

  "And when I got here, the first words they saw when they saw me were: You have gone the wrong way, the girl, the back kitchen and the weaving workshop are not here, and the maid recruitment is not here.

   "And when they knew that I came to enlist for the guard..."

  Sonia chuckled, her emotions mixed:

  "John is an enlightened duke, so no one dared to say directly, ‘Hey, girl, you are not suitable for this, you should go home and have children and breastfeed’."

  Fortress Flower asked Thales back, meaning something:

   "Does it look like now?"

  Thyls, who was in a bad mood, frowned:

   "Now? What now?"

  Sonia snorted coldly.

"Now, no one dares to tell you directly:'Hey, prince, duke, North Star, you are new here. You are petite and delicate, soft-hearted, savage, rude and incomprehensible. You are not suitable for this job. You should lie back in bed. **, wait until you learn how to be good, and then wait until your father passes the throne'."

  The body is delicate and noble, but the heart is soft.

   Thales' fist subconsciously tightened.

  Sonia leaned forward and approached Thales, her tone full of mockery:

   "But they all think so, but many times they don't know it, and their eyes are full of compassion and sympathy, the kind that can move oneself-why, can't you notice it?"

   Thales suddenly became inexplicably uncomfortable: "I—"

  Sonia narrowed her eyes:

   "So much so that you yourself, start to think so, you are a self-righteous little trash."

  Tales couldn’t listen, he took a deep breath:

   "Good night, Sonia, I am very happy to chat with you."

   But as soon as he turned around, Sonia’s words of sarcasm and contempt came again:

  "Instead, they are polite and polite, but there is something in their words, ‘Oh Prince, you really are a young man!’ ‘You have done the best at this age!’ ‘We can’t expect more from you!’"

  Sonia’s tone dimmed:

"Just like back then, the recruiter looked at me with weird eyes, and said to me,'Oh, what a heroine who doesn't bear the eyebrows!' A girl can have such aspirations!'' I should have let those gangsters. The men all come and see!'"

   Thales stopped.

   "And they say this because you are new here, because you are an accident. According to common sense, you shouldn't be here with them in the same room-just like me back then."

  Fortress Flower turned to face the starlight dots on Xinghu, her expression numb.

  Thyls did not look back, but his throat throbbed.

   "Why do you say this?"

"Because I know this feeling," Sonia took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, as if tasting the wine made from memory, "This kind of walking into a completely strange world, facing all the things you are not used to, Unknown obstacles, but still have to pretend to be tough and feel like moving forward."

  At that moment, Thales trembled slightly.

  The feeling of stepping into the Fuxing Palace appeared in his memory—cold, narrow, and oppressive.

  The scene of walking into Ballard's room also came in front of you—everyone had a smiling face, sincere and polite.

but……

"And this is the territory of your opponents, the battlefield they have been used to for a long time, the fixed rules, and the environment that is good for them but harmful to the rest," Sonia stared at the stars in a daze, but did not feel deeply. The bottomed Xinghu, "And we, we are equal to our own shortcomings, to beat the other's strengths, to accommodate them, to follow them, and to engage in the'old style' that you may never be able to make."

   Thales was silent for a long time.

   [Caution, boy, you are like me, lower than them, but like your father, higher than them, and you are back from the north, outside of them. 】

  At that moment, what Ji Ni said to him before the royal banquet came to mind:

  [This means that you are from the inside out, in the final analysis...not them. 】

but……

  Tels squeezed the dagger and bone ring in his pocket, and snorted coldly.

   "Let me guess, what you want to say is that despite all the difficulties, you still succeeded. You became a guard by enlisting and stayed in the castle, right?"

  He turned around and looked at the back of the fortress flower lying on the observation platform.

"Through your power of ending or something, your strong survive, the fittest survive, show the strength of the newcomer, blockbuster, prove that women are no worse than men, and can be excellent in the field of men? More than that, you Also reached the top, shocked countless people including Duke John’s jaws, and finally became one of the three handsome men in the kingdom all the way, so now you have to come and pour me chicken soup, "Hey, don’t give up, you are the one who roared." NS?"

  Sonia did not answer, but sighed deeply, and pressed her cigarette **** on the observatory.

   Thales shook his head ironically:

   "Save it, it's not the same at all."

  The voice fell, Thales didn't hesitate anymore and turned to leave.

   "They said that women are not suitable for the battlefield." Behind her, Sonya's voice went from far to near, "So, be careful."

  The crime of the prison river surged, Thales frowned:

"what?"

  But the next second, he felt a pain in his back knee!

  咚!

  Tels was swept down, and he was able to react with his arms on the ground:

   "What are you doing—"

  But as soon as he turned his head in fright and anger, he saw Sonia’s cold face and the soles of military boots that were slowly enlarged in front of him!

boom!

  The Crimes of the Prison River roared wildly, Thales blocked the kick of the fortress flower for a moment, shook his arm bones, and his entire head was buzzing!

What is    doing?

  Sonia’s power of ending is fed back to his senses, like unbreakable ice-strong, hard, and strong.

  But his good luck ends here.

  Sonia’s next knee blow came along and completely broke his defense.

  Tyles only felt black in front of her eyes, and immediately landed on her back. Sonia knelt on her chest and caught her neck, pressing firmly on the ground.

   Kong left the prison river's sins flowing crazily, but there was nothing he could do.

  Damn it!

  This gap...how could it be so big!

   "Fuck you—"

   Thales was furious and yelled, but what followed was a merciless slap in the face of the fortress flower!

Snapped!

  This slap is not only hot and transparent, it not only slaps Thales into dizziness, eyes and stares at the stars, but also slaps the prince’s anger back into his mouth, leaving only a panting.

   "Children can't speak swear words," Sonia said coldly, who suppressed him, "Don't **** around all day."

  This lookout is in the middle of the castle, and the guards’ focus is mainly on external threats (which is why Thales chose this place), but even so, the sound of fighting was still heard.

   "Who is making noise on that!"

  The light was lit on the slightly lower fort wall, and when it shone towards the observation deck, a voice that Thales was very familiar with sounded, awe-inspiring:

   "Stand up, raise your hand, show your face! Let me see!"

  Sonia snorted coldly, turned her knees, and pressed Thales' neck ("Damn, why is the neck again!"-Furious Thales).

   "My old lady is leaving here to **** a man!"

  Fortress Flower straightened up, revealing half of his head, roaring through the castle:

   "Do you **** have an opinion!"

After saying this, she lowered her head and made no secret of telling Thales:

   "Scream, scream louder! Haven't you eaten enough rubbish! Use your strength to breastfeed!"

  Thyls was shocked and furious, but his neck was crushed, and he could only make a "forehead, forehead, forehead, forehead, forehead, forehead, forehead, forehead, forehead, forehead," sound with his mouth and tongue.

  Hearing her voice, the patrol on the fort wall was silent for several seconds.

   "Ah, it is Lady Sutherley!"

  The next moment, the voice of the patrol became gentle and flattering:

"Misunderstandings, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings haha! Uh, uh, sorry to bother you! The Duke of Thales asked me to bring you a good one for him... Please be gentle! The zombie is my partner, although he looks good Big, but you may not be able to bear it, your strong..."

   "Go!" Sonia's roar sounded again.

  Under the observatory, the voice of the patrol and his lights disappeared together, and there were also many princes who came with him.

  Sonia gave a sneer, loosened Thales’ neck slightly, and lowered her head:

   "Now, no one will bother us anymore."

   Thales has never hated his guard like now.

  He swears that waiting for him to get out of trouble and waiting for D.D will be the most terrifying punishment and torture in the world that the latter can't imagine.

  The crimes of Hell River continue to converge on the arms, but the boy just can't break through the blockade of the fortress flower.

  Sonia, who had originally looked indifferent, looked at him struggling and tearing, suddenly grinned and grinned.

  The next second, she let go of her knees and dragged Thales up from the ground, leaning against the observation deck.

  Thyls, who received the amnesty, didn’t care to fight back and get revenge. He panted and rubbed his chest in pain:

   "You crazy woman, what do you want, do, do, do..."

   "I messed up."

   An understatement brought Thales' words to an abrupt end.

   messed up? What messed up?

  Tales panted, and couldn't help but look at Sonya.

   "For the recruitment of castle guards, I stumbled upon the entry test, making me too old and unable to lift a certain weight stone."

  Sonia is laughing.

  But at this moment, the smile on Fortress Flower's face looked tired, bitter, and numb.

  There is no general demeanor of her who crosses the battlefield and resists the North.

   Her rare expression made Thales do not know how to answer.

  "The long-distance running test is also unqualified."

  Sonia did not have the consciousness of bullying the prince just now, she turned around wearily, and sat down side by side with Thales.

"There is also shooting. I shook my bow barely, but I couldn't shoot the arrow on the target, and I could read and write—did I tell you that it was the mother in the castle who taught me how to read? of?"

  She stared at the night sky steadily.

  “As for fighting, it’s even worse. I guess I’m more used to hitting people with a **** instead of wearing armor and holding a sword to kill. Even recruits can knock me down.”

  Tyles slowly adjusted his breathing.

"Although I am considered a good hand among those who do farm work, I am also considered a shrew who is well-known in ten miles and eight villages, and once wielded a pitchfork to fight with wild boars and bandits, but among those who came from all over, they used swords and swords. Among the men..."

  Sonia quietly said:

   "Anyway, I messed up. Of all the applicants, I was the only female with the lowest grades and the worst."

   "I remember their gaze and ridicule... and all my efforts have proved to them in vain that women are not suitable for the battlefield, and perhaps even more should not be soldiers, and can't do those things that fight and kill."

   messed up.

  Tyles' breathing paused for a second.

  At that moment, the flower of the fortress of Megatron Xilu slowly raised her head, she looked at the Haoyue starry sky in confusion, as if her drunkenness returned to her nerves.

   "All my dignity, persistence, and hope are all shattered by the **** reality at the moment I walk into a strange world."

  Sonia turned her head to look at Thales, showing a weak smile that was incompatible with the identity of the fortress flower:

   "Just like you."

  (End of this chapter)