The dark had settled a while ago and the secret guard stationed by Ocean was watching Carlos's room.
They were genuinely shocked when he pulled the gambling technique to get rid of those who were draining the Barony economically.
"Since when was the Prince so smart?" Zen mumbled looking at the closed curtains of the window.
"And fast and athletic?" Another guard Killy added.
"To think he outran all of us back then." Zen mumbled and Killy hummed.
"He's really pissed Quill off though, there's none faster in the whole guard apart from him and this spoiled brat threw him off his back."
"If the spoiled brat is that fast then do you think he could be at least at the level of the generals?" Zen wondered and Killy snorted.
"Have you lost it? He's barely as fast as the Captains and the highest rank we have is our leader Bolt. If any of the Generals were here, he wouldn't be out of our sight even for a moment."
