King Charman and his subordinates regrouped under the strange eyes of others, and the king came to the front of the Prime Minister, who should be the former Prime Minister.

The Earl of Lisban stood up from the side of the Grand Duchess and looked at the new king without any sign of weakness.

Thelma looked at the two of them nervously.

"Now, my people and I are leaving the Palace of Heroes, the First City Gate, and even Longxiao City," King Charman said with a cold face, holding the sword on his waist seemingly casually with his left hand, and holding the Broken Soul with his right hand.

Lord Tuleha threw the blade aside and said, "Earl of Risban, your patrols in the city won't stop you, right?"

Earl Lisban showed a warm smile and glanced at the hostile Black Sand Collar soldiers around him.

"How dare we hinder His Majesty the King's itinerary?" The old earl said calmly: "As long as the people of the Black Sand Territory can withdraw from Longxiao City in a friendly manner."

Lisban narrowed his eyes: "Except for the most unreasonable lunatic, no one in this country dares to disrespect the king."

Charmaine I nodded slightly expressionlessly, as if he did not understand the connotation of the earl's words.

"Then, I hope you can provide supplies and garrison for my people to prepare for the coming severe cold," the king seemed to test indifferently: "There should be no problem."

This time, His Excellency the Earl refused very simply: "I'm sorry, but I obey."

King Charmaine blew out a breath from his nose.

His eyes were cold and gleaming.

"Due to some 'reasons', there are still a lot of messes that need to be cleaned up in Longxiao City." Earl Lisban, who was used to seeing troubles, did not change his expression and said lightly: "I apologize for the poor reception in Longxiao City, but I must

I have to serve my master first, so that I can have enough energy to share the worries of my common master in the North."

"You know, I am no longer the Prime Minister of the Kingdom serving the entire territory."

Charmaine frowned slightly.

He looked at the little girl wearing glasses next to Lisban, looking at her stained platinum hair.

Thelma crossed her arms nervously.

King Charman nodded slowly.

"In the end, even a king has to rely on himself, right?" Charmaine said calmly: "We will find our own campsite."

The Earl of Lisban moved slightly and stood in front of the Grand Duchess, with a repulsive expression on his face.

Only then did the king look back.

"I wish you a smooth reign, girl," King Charmaine said meaningfully: "After all, we are already tied together."

"I'll watch you, and I'll watch the boy."

The king said calmly: "Please remember: he is our bargaining chip when facing the stars."

"Also remember your oath: to defend Exeter and the Northland to the death."

Thelma suddenly turned pale.

Without waiting for their response, King Charman with the bloody crown turned around and headed out of the palace surrounded by soldiers.

The White Blade Guards and the Palace Guards watched them go away coldly, but their fingers never left their swords.

Among the crowd, Fire Knight Tuleha was holding the Soul-Severing Blade and passing by the former White Blade Guard Commander with a subtle look in his eyes.

"Take good care of it," Nicolai said without raising his head while bandaging the wound on his arm: "A knife that cuts off the soul is a great weapon that saved the Western Continent."

The Fire Knight frowned slightly, stopped and looked carefully at the Soul-Destroying Blade in his hand.

"I will send someone to deliver the White Blade Legacy Book to the Black Sand Territory. Of course, you have to pay for the White Blade yourself." There was no emotion in Nicolai's words, as if he was doing the most boring and boring job: "From now on

From now on, you will inherit the spirit of the White Blade Guards."

"Don't disgrace its name."

How fucking ironic.

The Fallen Star said coldly in his heart.

Tuleha stroked the strange arc on the Soul-Severing Blade.

White Blade Guards.

He raised his head.

"Without this sword," the Fire Knight's words were quite aggressive and provocative: "What else can you do?"

"Meteor?"

Nicolai stopped what he was doing.

His expression also changed.

"Let me think about it." Nicolai clenched his fists, his eyes filled with coldness: "For example, suddenly popping up from some unknown dark corner, and then chop off the head of a certain regicide?"

Tuleha looked at him quietly.

"You know, for guys in the extreme realm, the most effective identity is not a warrior," Nicolai said softly, "but an assassin."

Tuleha stared at him silently, letting the subordinates behind him leave in groups.

His face was as cold as ice.

Nicolai seemed unaware and continued to stare at the enemy without showing any signs of weakness.

After a few seconds, the Fire Knight laughed coldly.

"Ha ha ha ha"

I saw Tuleha hanging the unsheathed Soul-Destroying Blade on his waist and looking at the pale Meteorite with interest.

Nicolai looked at him coldly.

But what happened next was beyond the Faller's expectations.

Tuleha did not hesitate to grab another weapon at his waist, connected it to the scabbard, pulled it outward, and then threw it hard!

Nicolai was startled and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Catch the weapon thrown by the opponent from a distance.

A second later, he saw the weapon in his hand clearly and opened his mouth in surprise.

He suddenly looked back at the calm-looking Fire Knight.

"What does this mean?" Nicolai gritted his teeth and looked at the Rising Sun Saber in his hand, his expression unhappy.

Tuleha looked at his old weapons with nostalgia and nostalgia in his eyes.

"Keep it well," the Fire Knight said softly, seemingly with infinite emotion: "Compared to saving the Western Continent, this is a great weapon that has saved the world."

Nicolai held the golden saber in his hand blankly, speechless for a moment.

"Remember, Fallen Star," Tuleha turned around and tapped the Soul-Destroying Blade on his waist. His voice was strong and his eyes were subtle: "We are still victorious."

Wearing damaged armor, the Burning Knight took steps of iron and left without any regrets.

Nicolai looked at his retreating back, frowning, and gritting his teeth tighter and tighter.

hateful.

this

This guy

"A good man," Michael came to him with a cane, looked at Tuleha's figure, and shook his head with sigh: "It's a pity that he stood in the wrong position."

Nicolai closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.

Fallen Star turned to his old friend.

"I'm here to say goodbye," Michael patted Nicolai's shoulder with a bitter expression: "See you later, my friend."

He glanced at Archduchess Walton, who was surrounded by crowds in the distance, with a hesitant look on her face.

"You know, you can stay." Nicolai whispered.

"No."

"My story is in the Book of White Blades." Finally, Michael sighed, looked into the distance, turned around and left with his cane:

"This is truly the end."

Nicolai looked at his back as he left without saying a word.

He just put his hand into his pocket and grabbed an ordinary stone.

Among the people leaving behind Heisha, Kambida followed King Charman.

His Excellency the Viscount looked at the Fire Knight catching up from behind, his eyes passing over the lonely Soul-Destroying Blade on the latter's waist, and his expression was hesitant.

"That's the Saber of the Rising Sun. It's said to be the first legendary anti-magic weapon that changed the world," Cambida said dissatisfied, but the latter ignored him, so the viscount could only turn to His Majesty the King: "You just let him go like this.

You gave away the sharpest weapons in the world as if they were junk, Your Majesty the Grand Duke?"

Tuleha snorted softly.

King Charmaine didn't look back, but his eyes were slightly tilted.

"The sharpest?" The newly promoted King Gongju lowered his head and muttered.
To be continued...