"So, my finishing power has the characteristics of the rumored 'Sword of Disaster'?"

In a side room in the temple, Wyatt Castle crossed his arms with a solemn expression.

On the pile of debris in front of him, Cohen was bandaging his previously scratched arm.

"It looks like this - at least it feels very similar," the vigilance officer was dealing with the injury absentmindedly while looking at the attendant in front of him carefully: "Are you indeed Mr. Chatiel's student?"

Huaiya glanced at Putilai and Raphael on the other side of the room and sighed.

"I swear on my life and honor," he said helplessly: "Three years ago, on the eve of awakening the power of the end, I obtained the qualification to enter the House of Heritage. Teacher Shatil taught me a... special

swordsmanship."

Huaiya's eyes stayed in mid-air, thinking of the past.

The unparalleled sharp edge of no return was born at that time.

Cohen observed his expression carefully, while recalling all the interrogation and identification techniques he had learned during his military service and work in the Security Agency.

But he still couldn't see anything.

strangeness.

Cohen said secretly in his heart.

The Sword of Disaster is clearly a sinner and traitor in the Tower of Ends, and that kind of power is even considered taboo by Jedi.

But why, why did Master Chatier's students...

In addition, why is the power of the Sword of Disaster taboo? Is it because the destructive power is too shocking? The fighting style is too fierce?

Something is not quite right.

Cohen thought instinctively.

Cohen had another question in his mind.

Sword of Disaster, Secret Science.

His eyes turned to Raphael who was discussing something with Putilai.

Cohen clenched his fist slightly: Not now, they are still in danger.

In the end, Cohen could only shrug his shoulders, but the warning in his eyes still did not drop: "I will remember to ask, Miranda is the seed of the 'Pegasus' series, and she is very familiar with Master Chartier."

"Oh, 'The Undefeated Miranda'," Huaiya's eyelids moved slightly and he and Cohen looked at each other: "I've heard her name for a long time."

"I guess so," Cohen looked at Huaiya's expression and hummed: "After all, he is the latest chief."

Huaiya looked back at him and nodded.

"Thank you," the prince's young attendant mused: "Whether it is your misunderstanding or your understanding, Karabiyan Vigilance Officer."

But then he changed the topic: "And should you tell me about the Sword of Disaster, after you used this name to chase us half a street with a sword?"

Cohen's pupils narrowed slightly.

"I can't say anything more," the vigilance officer patted his shoulder, "but since you are the son of Count Gilbert Castle and the prince's attendant..."

Cohen smiled at Wyatt: "I think your suspicion has been lifted for the time being."

Huaiya's face looked a little unnatural for a moment.

"Huh," Huaiya's cheeks moved slightly and his tone raised: "What if I'm not his son?"

Cohen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wyatt.

But in the end he just shook his head and said nothing.

Huaiya exhaled a breath from his nose, seemingly dissatisfied.

"correct."

The attendant raised his head:

"Have you ever had a problem with Rolf?"

Seeing Cohen's confused expression at that moment, Wyatt moved his mouth to the right and gestured: "The lame, the mute."

On the other side of the room, Rolf, who was wearing a silver mask from his throat to his chin, was staring at this side as a star soldier replaced the splint on his broken arm.

Cohen scratched his head and avoided the other party's sight with some embarrassment.

"Well, is that true?" the security officer shook his head helplessly: "Do you know why he is mute?"

Wyatt frowned.

"That's our holiday." Cohen raised his eyebrows and concluded.

The attendant looked at Rolf and then at the vigilance officer, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Huaiya breathed out: "You know, His Highness saved his life, so he is now serving His Highness..."

"Okay, I get it," Cohen said with a headache: "I will try to talk to him as little as possible...if he can still talk."

At this moment, a small figure walked into the room, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

That was the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, Thales Bright Star, who looked troubled and distracted.

"Wow," the Karabiyan police officer said to Waiya with a slight doubt in his tone, "Is he always like this?"

Huaiya shook his head, also looking confused.

Putilai stepped forward.

"Your Highness," the thin deputy envoy asked teasingly: "Is your date with the goddess of the moon over?"

Thales came back to his senses. He raised his head with a confused look on his face.

"Putilai," he pondered: "What is the significance of the existence of gods?"

Cohen's eyebrows raised slightly, and he poked Huaiya beside him.

"Ah, I knew it," the security officer glanced at the prince's face and said helplessly: "Never discuss life with priests, they will only mess up your mind."

"Fortunately they are not Mingye's sacrifices," Huaiya shrugged: "They are even crazier."

Putilai glanced at the other two reproachfully.

"I don't know the answer to this question, Your Highness," Mr. Deputy Envoy raised his chin slightly, looked down at Thales, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "But I am very sure that no matter what kind of existence they are, they cannot be changed.

Your current situation - as an unlucky prince in trouble."

Thales was slightly startled, and then broke away from the conversation with the high priest just now, and focused his attention on what was in front of him.

"Yes, the current situation, the current situation," Thales shook his head and forced himself to think about the current situation.

He shifted his gaze to Putilai, and then remembered the time when they had just escaped here.

Thales looked at this thin man who habitually rubbed the pipe in his hand, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at him carefully.

"You, Putilai," Thales frowned and thought of something: "When I was captured by Lumba, it was you who... found Mi Ke and Nikolai and rescued me?

"

Putilai raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head slightly, and quietly acknowledged his words.

"Probably so," he said softly, seemingly unconcerned.

Thales was surprised: "You... how did you do it?"

Putilai sighed slightly.

"It's actually not that difficult, Your Highness."

The thin deputy envoy stared closely at his pipe, as if there were some nice lines on it.

"Not long after you disappeared, disaster occurred. The city was under martial law. The White Blade Guards followed King Nunn out in all their strength, but the king disappeared in the battle." He said calmly: "Simple things suddenly became complicated."

"But the smell of conspiracy in the air has become stronger and stronger." Putilai tapped his chin lightly.

"But how do you know, know where I am..." Confusion flashed in Thales's eyes.

Putilai's eyes turned to the ghost on the other side of the room.

"Rolfe came back in embarrassment," Putilai retracted his hand that was about to get the flint: "The only news he brought back was the words 'Black Sand Collar', 'Stars' and 'Abducted' - in

After considering the consequences and connections of these things, including the pitfalls, everything is clear."

Thales' face moved slightly.

"While King Nun's order was still in effect, I evacuated everyone in the mission from the Palace of Heroes as quickly as possible," Putilai said, "Then I contacted the Secret Service."

"Secret science?"

Thales opened his mouth wide: "Do you still have contact with the secret department?"

"When I was young, I worked with them for some time." Putilai shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk more.

Thales's heart moved, and another thought came up: "What about Nikolai? The White Blade Guards?"

"That was a pure surprise - I didn't expect others to help, but the people who disappeared with the king also included Nikolai and the personal guards of the White Blade Guards," Putilai shrugged: "So I guess

, no matter who our enemy is, the White Blade Guards are our only remaining allies."
To be continued...