Chapter 26 A note appears in my hand

Tu Xing's eyelids twitched. "Can you notice the difference between men and women?"

"This is a very private space. I am already His Majesty's personal guard. Celilda said that I can go to her place for development, not as a male slave."

The maid raised her head, indicating that she was not looking down. "I am just a servant. There is no distinction between male and female. I serve His Majesty and his concubines in the same way. But you are the one who is bothered by these trivial things."

Tu Xing paused for two seconds and said, "Okay, is there a cleaner swimming pool here? It's too hot."

Hearing this, Jamila lowered her head suspiciously, "The weather isn't hot, why are you so angry? Are you imitating His Majesty?"

Tu Xing's face turned cold. "One of you two stuffed a pill into my mouth last night. I've never taken this kind of medicine before, and my reaction was very intense. Maybe my physical condition has changed."

Suddenly, there was silence. Jamila exchanged glances with the other person and stammered, "Young man, I'm in good health. It's okay. Let's find a place to cool down."

Tu Xing threw two flying knives at her and repeated in a deep voice: "Swimming pool."

Jamila pointed to the back of the room, "This direction."

"Except for His Majesty, no one else is allowed to approach. If you are not afraid of being blamed, go ahead. It would be best to wait until His Majesty wakes up before leaving together."

"You have no actual position other than a guard, and you are not considered a concubine. Since you have just arrived, few people have seen you, so your status is still very low."

During the conversation, the young man had stood up in the bathtub. As the water temperature rose, the semi-wet state felt cooler.

He thought of one person, "What is Evander's status?"

Jamila: "Among the ten guards, the one with the most experience is Lukeman."

Tu Xing silently repeated the following name twice to deepen his memory.

Woman: "By the way, your ID card needs to be redone. Ask a friendly guard to take you there."

This time, Tu Xing's mouth softened: "Okay."

He was about to put his hands on the towel to wipe them, but then he thought that it would be cooler if it was half wet, so he just stepped over the bathtub and the water dripped onto the ground like rain.

"Hey?" Jamila scowled, "Why didn't you come out without a towel?"

…

The young man was neatly dressed in a guard uniform that didn't fit him well. It was a very dark dark green color that didn't seem to match his skin tone.

Jamila stared at the man and said, "That's a bit weird. How about painting your skin darker?"

Tu Xing shook his head without thinking. It was already hot, and wrapping himself in another layer for unnecessary reasons was simply adding fuel to the fire.

"I'm leaving first." He said this and walked out.

He glanced at the bed, there was no movement and he was still sleeping. He turned and walked towards the door, pushed it open and faced the guards standing on both sides.

The two looked at Tu Xing in surprise. The one on the left spoke first, "Last night, Celilda said that if you wanted to find her, she would ask us to lead you there."

The right side grinned: "Evander has been playing tricks on you, saying that you killed the king and took away a bit of the demon's power. His Majesty is bewitched by flattery and bewitching."

He paused, looking around and up and down, "Hey, I didn't look closely and always thought you were a woman...why haven't I seen you before."

Hearing this, Tu Xing's brows relaxed. This was much better than he had expected.

He replied, "I was going to the stables, but I thought His Majesty would like my appearance, so I was specially transferred here."

"Which brother is free to take me to exchange my ID card?" He mainly looked to the right, where the person seemed to talk more.

The other party waved his hand in his eyes, "Come on, I'll take you there. I'm familiar with Aofan. I've taken several people in the team there to exchange."

He pointed at himself again, "Talal, what about you?"

Young man: "Cyril."

The two walked and talked until they arrived in front of the small house.

The square-faced man inside looked down at the paper, as if he sensed someone in front of him. Without even looking up, he said, "Wait! Can't you see I'm busy?!"

Tu Xing glanced at him emotionlessly, then looked at the person beside him.

Talal raised his hand and knocked on the wooden wall. "What are you busy with?"

The square-faced man suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Of course I have something to do--" and stopped abruptly.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, his expression changed into a smile, "Talal, I didn't know it was you. I was indeed busy. How did you find time to come here today?"

Talal frowned and gestured to the side, "Bring him here to exchange the brand."

Then, he asked disdainfully, "What are you busy with?"

The square-faced man, Ao Fan, turned his gaze towards the young man, his eyes suddenly widening as he repeatedly examined his features, pointing his finger: "You are...you are not..."

"Yes." Tu Xing nodded, his face calm: "I successfully got in among the guards in front of me to change."

This was exactly what Ao Fan had said. The man's face trembled, and he managed to calm down:

"Oh well, immediately. You are indeed as fit to serve His Majesty as I expected."

He reached out and took the sign handed to him by the young man. It was just made yesterday and had to be redone today, but he showed no complaints.

Tu Xing looked up at the sky. The water that he had deliberately retained on his body was almost evaporating, and the beating inside his body was particularly alarming.

I can’t help but wonder what the situation is like in Sudan, ten times, or a hundred times?

This burning sensation will inevitably affect the acuity of thinking. If it is more than ten times, it will be quite difficult to maintain it like Sudan.

I started to feel some other emotions towards him.

While making the cards, Tu Xing was thinking about how to get rid of the people who were monitoring him in the dark. Since he chose to stay, the hidden danger had to be eliminated as soon as possible.

Glancing at Talal out of the corner of his eye, he put the bag on the other side of his body and searched for the hidden small compartment with one hand.

A piece of paper appeared in his hand, covered with a waterproof film, which his fingers peeled off nimbly.

He leaned slightly to the side to read the text: "Complete the mission, I'll tell you how to get out of there."

My first reaction was, isn’t this nonsense? Just go back the same way you came.

Tu Xing turned over the note and saw no more words except this sentence.

He rewrapped it and put it back in its original compartment, wondering quietly, could this be a code? Who could be the contact hidden here?

I subconsciously glanced at Talal. Could it be the Sudanese guard?

Tu Xing turned around and asked, "Besides me, who are the new guards? They are all new here, so it's easier for them to get along well with each other."

Talal recalled two names, "Yaxin and Mubarak."

"The others have been here a year, one of these two was here half a year ago, and the other one was here two months ago."

Hearing this, the young man's eyebrows moved, "Mubarak came here two months ago?"

Talal: "I think so. No one remembers it so clearly. Ask them yourself."

As we were talking here, a voice came from the back, "Cyril, your sign is ready, come and get it."

The two walked to the window. Tu Xing looked at the words on it and found that the color of the sign was much brighter, with a few golden patterns on the edges.

The left hand holds the body of the card, and the gold patterns on the knuckles contrast, and it is obvious that the gold on the card is darker.

He held the belt and tied it around his waist.

Talal's eyes darted around inside, "What are you busy with?"

"I've asked you three times. Is there something that His Majesty's guards don't know?" His eyes turned dangerous. "You're playing tricks."