The atmosphere is still tense outside the corridor.

There were faint voices coming from the Hall of Heroes, but they couldn't be heard clearly outside the hall.

And Thales was so tired that he no longer had the strength to activate the Sin of Hell River.

Nicolai let go of Michael's hand and let him rest on his own. The latter stared painfully at the female soldier on the stretcher in the crowd of black sand leaders.

"Boss!" Lord Justin of the White Blade Guards stepped forward and looked at the Fallen Star with surprise: "You have been missing since last night, how come..."

"Ah, Justin," Nicolai looked gloomy and waved to his deputy commander from a distance: "You have done a good job, at least you can keep the palace."

"It left us a glimmer of hope."

Justin looked stunned.

Nicolai walked towards Thales with a complicated look on his face: "In fact, I never thought that you would have the possibility of success."

The prince, who was sitting on the ground with his hands on his back, raised his head and glared at him weakly.

"I know." Thales replied hoarsely, feeling like an unlucky guy who had just returned from drowning: "You are probably thinking: This guy went to die."

Nicolai looked at him, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking.

"I must admit," after a few seconds, Nicolai nodded imperceptibly and pursed his lips: "You still have some skills."

"little Prince."

After speaking, the Fallen Starman turned around and walked towards Prime Minister Lisban.

Thales exhaled and rolled his eyes.

"Will saying 'thank you' kill you?" he said angrily from behind the Faller.

Nicolai reached his hand to the back of his head and waved it as if it didn't matter.

Awkward guy... Thales cursed in his heart.

In the strange eyes of the two groups of people in front of the hall, their people returned one by one.

Huaiya was ashamed and guilty, and apologized for not being able to fight by His Highness' side.

Rolf took off a prosthetic leg, revealing his knee that was already bleeding, and made a "that's really bad" gesture to him.

Cohen told him excitedly and gratified that it was an honor to fight with him.

Thales could only smile at them over and over again.

On the other side of the wall, Raphael helped the weak Miranda sit down slowly.

But Miranda grabbed Raphael's hand.

The female swordsman raised her head weakly, enduring the pain in her abdomen, and looked at the expressionless Raphael sadly.

A second later, Miranda, with red eyes, stretched out her hands, grabbed the man's neck, and tried to pull him towards her with a slight force.

Raphael was slightly startled, and his heart tightened.

"No," he subconsciously held Miranda down and shook his head with an ugly expression: "We are still on the enemy's territory..."

The weak Miranda said nothing, just stared at him quietly.

this……

idiot.

The next moment, Miranda's hand holding the man's neck suddenly tightened!

Raphael was slightly startled and was pulled forward by Miranda.

The two of them were only a few inches apart.

The female swordsman looked at him seriously and solemnly.

Those eyes...

Just like years ago: the girl who seriously said to him "smile" in the snow.

"Listen to me word for word."

Miranda spoke to him word for word, as if teaching her new recruits a lesson, and said to him softly but sternly: "I almost died there today."

"I almost couldn't come back."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Miranda's eyes shot straight into Rafael's eyes, making him feel sour in his heart and he didn't know how to react.

Raphael sighed. He looked at Miranda's sharp expression with mixed emotions.

That girl in the snow...has grown up.

The two looked at each other quietly.

"So," she said firmly, "when I want to kiss you, Raphael Lindbergh."

The young man from the secret department looked at Miranda blankly.

Look at her face getting closer and closer, look at her black hair that is wet on her forehead due to sweat.

Miranda smiled slowly:

"Then I just want to kiss you."

The next second, the female swordsman raised her head and kissed his lips without hesitation.

Ignoring the gazes around me.

At that moment, Raphael's heart trembled.

The pain and soreness he had been suppressing in his chest seemed to disappear instantly, leaving only the pounding heartbeat.

Overshadowing the other pulses in his broken body.

Even the things in his body became quiet unconsciously.

On the side of the Black Sand Territory, Viscount Cambida frowned and came to a stretcher, looking at the wounded on it.

"How is it, Ai Xi?" the Viscount asked calmly.

"Ankle bone, and *** stab wounds," Kroesh on the stretcher looked away from Miranda and Raphael who were kissing each other, and then glanced at the gloomy-looking Michael and the relieved Cohen.

He smiled coldly: "I have to lie down for a few months."

At the last moment, both she and Miranda held back.

Maybe they all know that this will never be their ending.

The next second, Chloe's face twitched as she endured the severe pain: "Also, don't call me Ash."

"That title does not belong to you."

"Okay, Ash," Cambida nodded suddenly: "Would you like some medicine to relieve the pain?"

Chloe frowned.

She looked at Viscount Cambida unhappily and snorted coldly.

His Excellency the Viscount looked back at her without any guilt.

"You'd better stop mentioning the medicine." A few seconds later, Chloe tilted her head and said bluntly: "I've had enough of your medicine."

Cambida burst into laughter.

"You are still holding a grudge..." Cambida rolled his eyes and curled his lips: "I drugged you?"

Chloe turned her head sharply!

She stared straight at Cambida, her eyes fierce.

"Hmph." Chloe snorted coldly.

Cambida patted his head helplessly.

"Maybe I drank too much that night, but..."

"Besides taking off a few of your clothes, I didn't do anything else, right?" Viscount Menton shrugged, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Croash's plump vagina: "You know,

I'm not interested in girls with big breasts."

Chloe looked at him silently.

It seemed that His Excellency the Viscount felt a little chilled.

"Yes, you didn't do anything else."

Chloe said softly: "But you destroyed my faith with a night of drinking and talking."

By Lhasa Kambida.

It was you who destroyed my belief in making a living with the sword.

It was you who made me realize for the first time: what I really am.

Where is my value?
To be continued...