Kingdom’s Bloodline

Cohen let out a breath: from just now to now, he didn't understand anything.

The security officer almost began to doubt himself.

He made up his mind that no matter what the dog and man said, he would force them to stop this kind of guessing game that always made him depressed and felt isolated-even though it was the same situation when he was still in the Tower of Terminator. appear often.

"So?" Cohen said angrily, "Do you want to tell us the truth? The Sword of Disaster? The Secret Science? And why are you here?"

Raphael looked at him with subtle eyes.

"Hey!" Cohen patted his saber unconsciously: "I don't mind teaming up with Miranda to deal with you..."

Seeing Cohen's appearance, Raphael suddenly smiled.

"You know, Cohen," the young man in white resumed his usual optimistic tone: "I have always envied you."

"Simple world, simple ideas, simple happiness."

"Beautiful as a novel of chivalry."

Cohen was taken aback.

Simple……

knight novel...

Cohen frowned immediately: This guy really knows how to scold people when he chooses the time!

Miranda chuckled.

Raphael looked at Miranda's smile and his eyes moved.

Immediately, he also released a smile.

A sense of familiarity came over Cohen.

It seemed that the same happened when the three of them were still in the tower.

"Remember, keep a low profile and hide," Raphael turned around slowly, and whispered to them: "Find a good hiding place—don't look for someone like Gu again."

The next moment, Raphael's figure disappeared out of the alley.

"Hello!"

Cohen's expression changed, and he was about to chase him out, but Miranda grabbed his arm.

"Korn!" Miranda lowered her head and said quietly, "Stop chasing him."

Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.

"You let him go just like that?" The security officer raised his hand in the air in displeasure: "This is the first time we meet in three years—you just don't ask anything? Including the matter of the sword of disaster?"

Miranda didn't raise her head, nor did she look in the direction where Raphael disappeared. She said in a dazed way: "There's no need to ask, he still has the mission of the secret department after all."

"And," said Arend's daughter, her voice trailing off, "it's not that I 'let him go.'"

Cohen looked at the female swordsman suspiciously.

"I," Miranda sighed:

"I can't beat him anymore."

Cohen froze.

He stared blankly at the bowed female swordsman, at the chief of the eight seeds in the Tower of Ending.

wrong.

Cohen suddenly noticed—Miranda's black hair, which should have been tied in a ponytail.

But I don't know when it has dispersed.

Cohen was startled when he remembered something.

He looked down and found Miranda's headband in the moonlight.

The rope has been broken.

The cut is even - as if severed by a sword.

Cohen's expression changed abruptly.

This is... when Raphael and Miranda fought for the first time just now...

"Him?" Cohen looked at Miranda incredulously: "Raphael just...kept his hand?"

Battles between swordsmen are always unpredictable.

It might be easy to kill a swordsman.

But to be merciful to a swordsman—this means at least having superb swordsmanship and situation control that surpasses the opponent by more than a notch.

The key is... Cohen clearly remembers that although he ranked second in the comprehensive assessment, among the eight seeds, Raphael is definitely one of the bottom three when it comes to swordsmanship.

But now...

Miranda didn't speak.

Cohen was panting with difficulty. He looked at the cut rope on the ground and realized that his old friend had indeed become a stranger.

"Miranda," Cohen said with difficulty, "what did you mean by the last story about knights and princesses?"

Miranda was silent for a few seconds.

"Hmph, Cohen," Miranda smiled wryly, "As the son of the Karabyan family of 'Twin Towers and Long Swords',

Your common sense of history is really poor. "

Cohen blushed.

All right.

He can only admit it.

But he is indeed not familiar with the history of the Zhuwangji period! That's what historians should do, isn't it?

"That knight was named Comora Carolser," Miranda explained in a low voice, looking at the ground and shaking her head: "and that princess, the daughter of his enemy, later became his wife .”

"What a vulgar plot!"

Cohen frowned: "Wait... Komora, does this name sound familiar?"

Miranda ignored him, but continued the story on her own:

"After that, the knight fought for twenty years, quelled the terrible war, brought peace and stability, and established his ideal country."

Cohen's brow tightened.

The terrible war has been quelled...

Created an ideal country...

"Because of his great achievements, unprecedented, even the patriarch of the Myojin Church couldn't find a suitable coronation and canonization ceremony for him," Miranda chuckled, and said quietly: "So, the knight's wife wove Crown him with a wreath of jasmine."

"His subordinates and people gave him an unprecedented title..."

Miranda finished lightly:

"Supreme Emperor."

At that moment, Cohen's mouth opened as wide as possible.

"This is the story of the first emperor in history, Emperor Comorra, who conquered all directions and established an ancient empire."

Cohen stared blankly and kept scratching his hair.

Well... it seems, his knowledge of history is really poor.

"So, what Raphael means..." Cohen asked hesitantly.

At this time, something unexpected happened.

Miranda turned her head and suddenly put her hands on Cohen's broad shoulders.

He hugged the police officer.

Then, buried her face in his chest.

Then put the weight of the whole body on Cohen.

Cohen froze for a moment.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Cohen stared blankly at Miranda in his arms.

The next moment, he reacted immediately and was frightened out of his wits!

What's the situation?

Miranda...the vicious Miranda—in his arms...

its not right!

That's not how the script was written!

The Far Eastern proverbs have all been said - a friend's wife, it is not allowed...

If she comes to her senses, I'm...

If Raphael knew, I wasn't...

at this moment.

"sorry!"

The female swordsman's words, trembling and crying, came from Cohen's arms in a muffled voice.

Cohen was taken aback.

cry?

"Let me lean on you, just treat you as a wall." Miranda's voice was a bit blurred and distorted: "Let me lean on for a while, just for a while."

As if about to cry.

Cohen looked down at Miranda in disbelief.

The appearance of the always strong and self-reliant female swordsman surprised Cohen even more than throwing herself into his arms to confess to him.

Cohen also noticed that Miranda, who had her face in his arms, was trembling slightly with her hands on his shoulders.

"That, Miranda," Cohen, who was at a loss, could only pat Miranda on the back in embarrassment:

"It's okay, you are the chief seed of the Tower of the End and the future Duchess of the North, Lord Miranda Arend!"

"No matter what happens, you can..."

etc.

Cohen was taken aback.

He thought of Miranda's keen observation skills.

Could it be that……

"Miranda?" Cohen was taken aback. "Did you discover something in the battle just now? So... the conversation between you and Raphael started to become strange after the battle."

Miranda shivered again in his arms.

Cohen confirmed his conjecture.

"It's Raphael, right? You really found something." Thinking of Raphael's appearance, Cohen gritted his teeth and asked, "Raphael...what happened to him?"

Miranda flinched again.

Cohen looked at Miranda's appearance, feeling unspeakable sadness in his heart.

"I can't tell you, but..."

"very bad."

Following Miranda's hoarse voice, the head of the female swordsman leaning against Cohen's arms trembled slightly again:

"Something bad happened to Raphael..."

"Bad."

"Very bad."

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Palace of Heroes, the meeting hall.

"Let's talk," the long-haired Grand Duke Kurikun Ronnie frowned in the firelight, looked at Thales with a strange expression, and said in his usual serious tone: "If Walton really forms an alliance with Rumba If so, what are your plans?"

Thales opened his mouth slightly, a little embarrassed: "Well, actually..."

at this moment.

A second sound of footsteps came from outside the stone hall.

The two people in the hall turned their eyes at the same time.

Following the shadow moving into the hall, a third person appeared in front of Thales and Grand Duke Ronnie.

Thales stared blankly at the person coming.

With a puzzled face, Perseus Trudida, Grand Duke of South Exeter and Tower Rebuilder, raised his head, looked at Grand Duke Ronnie, and then at Thales.

"Oh, oh," Trudida looked at Ronnie with a strange expression, "Your Highness Thales, you didn't tell me that you invited other people—and still, the glorious and proud Ronnie?"

"You're also interested in this kind of conspiracy?"

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned deeply, thinking about something.

Thales smiled awkwardly: "Please don't take offense..."

These two people?

"Kick...kick...kick..."

Another sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.

Ronnie and Trudida looked at each other, looking at the person coming.

Following these old footsteps, the bald Grand Duke Lecco, who was guarding the city in the north, walked slowly into the meeting hall with a cautious expression on his face.

Thales took a deep breath.

three people?

Three Grand Dukes?

"Huh?" The old Grand Duke Lecco couldn't help but startled slightly when he saw the three people in the field: "It seems that this place is quite lively?"

"Someone seems to be playing us like monkeys?" Trudida stared at Thales with a complicated expression: "This little prince of the stars, but you promised me that we will meet alone..."

"Little devil," Grand Duke Ronnie said slowly, with a fierce expression: "You..."

Thales' face twitched, and he squeezed out a smile: "It's actually not what you imagined..."

"I knew there was a problem!" A clearly displeased voice reached the ears of the four people in the hall.

Thales, Ronnie, Trudida, and Raiko Ziqi turned their heads: the bearded Grand Duke of Welland, Lebion Olsio, walked into the meeting hall with heavy steps, his face gloomy.

Thales sighed deeply.

Four Grand Dukes.

"It seems," Thales opened his eyes and said helplessly, "Dear Excellencies..."

"They are all about secretly overthrowing the Walton royal family..."

"Very interesting!"

The four Grand Dukes looked at each other, and soon, they understood something.

"I see." Grand Duke Olsio looked at Thales with a stiff face, "Little brat, you didn't say the same thing to everyone, did you?"

"I really admire it," the long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie sighed and shook his head: "A few words can attract all of us here."

Thales took a deep breath, bearing the unfriendly gazes of several grand dukes.

"Then why don't we wait? Wait for five people to arrive?" Trudida sarcastically said, "Perhaps that kid, Peifeite, is on his way?"

When Thales was about to be unable to bear the questioning of several grand dukes, more and more footsteps sounded.

The four Grand Dukes frowned at the same time and looked around.

In the meeting hall, many people dressed as guards and servants filed in.

Many braziers were lit.

The stone hall was suddenly as bright as day.

A familiar vicissitudes of voice came:

"It really touched me."

The old voice made the expressions of the four princes change at the same time.

"Fierce and decisive Lebion Oratio."

"Sly Perseus Trudeida"

"Unsmiling Kurikun Ronny."

"And the seemingly loyal Rogers Lyco."

"It only takes a little provocation, and the whole four princes are suspicious and plotting against your king?"

"I'm still in such a hurry, am I going to aim at Exeter's throne?"

Surrounded by two rows of white-bladed guards and Nicolai, Nun Walton VII stepped into his meeting hall with a majestic face.

The king of Exeter came to the high seat on the long table under the soul-killing gun, raised his head, and cast his eyes on the four princes.

At that moment, Thales suddenly discovered that the old king's figure was so tall.

Marquis Shiles and Putillai also came to Thales' side in the crowd. The former smiled at him and nodded to him, while the latter pursed his lips and observed everything in the field.

The four Grand Dukes looked at each other with different expressions, and then looked at King Nuen.

"Fuck you, brat," Grand Duke Olsio took a sip, staring at Thales fiercely: "Conspiring with the king... tricking us all?"

"What should we do now? Your Majesty?" Ronnie sat down on the long table indifferently: "Should we be punished just because the four of us came to the conference hall for a gathering?"

"Still," Trudida gave Thales a malicious look, sending a chill down his spine: "The brat over there wants to accuse us of plotting against the throne?"

Oops.

Thales sighed, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have drawn a lot of hatred.

Thales could only smile awkwardly, and spread his hands: "Actually, these are His Majesty Nuen..."

Just then, King Nun interrupted him.

"Perseus is right," King Nun exhaled slowly, his vicissitudes but majestic voice echoed in the stone hall: "There is only one thing we have to do."

Under King Nuen's sharp eyes, the four princes were startled.

I only heard the old king speak slowly in his old but powerful voice:

"wait."