Cohen breathed out: 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 this couple said, he would force them to stop this kind of guessing game that always made him frustrated and made him feel isolated - even though this situation was still there when he was still in the Tower of the End.

Appears often.

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

Raphael looked at him with subtle eyes.

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

Raphael looked at Cohen's appearance and 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."

"As beautiful as a chivalric novel."

Cohen was stunned.

Simple……

Chivalry Novels…

Cohen suddenly frowned: This guy really knows how to curse at the right time!

Miranda chuckled.

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

Immediately, he also released a smile.

A feeling of familiarity came over Cohen.

It seems that this was also the case when the three people were still in the tower.

"Remember, keep a low profile and hide," Raphael slowly turned around and whispered to them: "Find a good hiding place - don't look for people 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.

"Cohen!" Miranda lowered her head and said quietly: "Stop chasing him."

Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.

"You just let him go like that?" The security officer raised his hand in the air angrily: "It's the first time we've met in three years - and you didn't ask anything? Including about the Sword of Disaster?"

Miranda did not raise her head or look in the direction where Raphael disappeared. She said absently: "No need to ask, after all, he still has the mission of the secret department."

“Besides,” Arrender’s daughter’s voice trailed off, “I didn’t ‘let him go’.”

Cohen looked at the swordswoman suspiciously.

"Me," Miranda sighed:

"I can't beat him anymore."

Cohen was stunned.

He stared blankly at the bowed female swordsman, at the chief among the eight seeds of the Terminator Tower.

wrong.

Cohen suddenly noticed that Miranda's black hair should have been tied into a ponytail.

But I don't know when they dispersed.

Cohen was horrified when he remembered something.

He lowered his head and found Miranda's headband in the moonlight.

The headband has been broken.

The cut was smooth - as if cut by a sword.

Cohen's expression suddenly changed.

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

"He?" Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief: "Raphael just...withheld his hand?"

Fights between swordsmen are always unpredictable.

It may be easy to kill a swordsman.

But to be merciful to a swordsman - this means that you must at least have superb swordsmanship and situation control that are more than one step above the opponent.

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

But now...

Miranda said nothing.

Cohen breathed hard. He looked at the truncated rope on the ground and realized that his old friend had indeed become a stranger.

"Miranda," Cohen, who was confused in his thoughts, struggled to speak: "What does that last story you told, about the knight and the princess... mean?"

Miranda was silent for a few seconds.

"Humph, Cohen," Miranda smiled bitterly: "As the son of the Karabiyan family of the 'Two Towers and Long Swords', your historical knowledge is really poor."

Cohen's face turned red.

All right.

He could only admit it.

But he is indeed not familiar with the history of the Kings period! That is what historians should do, right?

"The knight's name is Comorra Carruther," Miranda explained in a low voice. She looked at the ground and shook her head: "And the princess, the daughter of his enemy, later became his wife.

."

"What a vulgar plot!"

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

Miranda ignored him and continued her story:

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

Cohen's brows became more and more serious.

Calm down the terrible war...

Established an ideal country...

"Because his achievements were so great that they were unprecedented, even the Patriarch of the Myojin Church could not find a suitable ceremony for his coronation and canonization." Miranda chuckled and said faintly: "So, the knight's wife knitted it with her own hands.

A garland of jasmine flowers to crown him."

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

Miranda finished speaking calmly:

"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's eyes were dazed and he kept scratching his hair.

Well...it seems that his historical knowledge is indeed very poor.

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

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

Miranda turned her head, suddenly stretched out her hands and put them on Cohen's broad shoulders.

He hugged the security officer.

Then, she buried her face in his chest.

Then he pressed his entire body weight towards Cohen.

Cohen suddenly froze.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Cohen stared blankly at Miranda in his arms.

The next moment he reacted, he was immediately frightened out of his wits!
To be continued...