Fuxing Palace, Elam Atrium.

 “This is the ancient imperial sword.”

In the court, the pioneer officer Marico passed by two rows of serious-looking royal guards. He held the handle in one hand and the blade in the other, carefully observing the unfamiliar long sword in front of him:

“Two thousand years ago, ‘Emperor’ Comorra Carother forged them to reward meritorious officials of the ancient empire.”

 “Hey, hey, hey, take it easy!”

　 Complaints came from behind, and Mariko frowned and turned back.

Between two rows of royal guards, a bruised and bruised Cohen was kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet bound. He raised his head unwillingly:

 “That is my family’s ancestral sword!”

Beside him, Doyle, who was also tied up, bumped into Cohen.

"Shut up."

D.D gritted his teeth and glanced at Mariko worriedly, hating that iron could not become steel:

“We are all like this, why can’t you just not provoke him?”

Cohen was dissatisfied and was about to retort, but he glanced around him with his peripheral vision: Wyatt, Glover, Rolf and others were all tied up, lying on the ground in a miserable state, closely guarded by guards with evil eyes.

The vigilance officer's momentum suddenly weakened, and he whispered to Doyle angrily:

 “Damn it, D.D, you’re just telling me to build momentum...”

“No, my actual words were ‘His Highness likes to joke’. For example, he often threatened to send Commander Marius to the Bone Cage, but in the end he still went back to do sword target practice...”

 “You call this a joke?”

"Weren't you the one who struck first at the palace gate? That headbutt of yours..."

"It wasn't me! I just stood in front and pretended to be fierce, but I don't know who kicked me in the back..."

Mariko’s voice suddenly came:

 “A family heirloom sword?”

His footsteps came closer and closer. Cohen and D.D immediately stopped talking and lowered their heads in unison.

 “Yeah,” Cohen whispered:

 “My old man has told me many times...”

 Doyle bumped into him again.

Mariko stopped beside them and chuckled.

“It is said that the ancient sword itself has special power and indescribable magic.”

 Mariko looked at it from all angles, caressing the "load bearer", and his eyes slowly became obsessed:

"Of course, the heroes who opened up the territory for the empire and conquered the world are all experts who have experienced hundreds of battles. If the emperor wants to reward them, how can he use ordinary soldiers and iron?"

 Cohen and Doyle looked at each other.

Mariko gently stroked the mysterious gem on the hilt of the sword:

"Legend has it that they can spontaneously absorb energy and material from blood, soil, air, moisture, and even the steel they collide with to sharpen their edges and strengthen their sword bodies, so they are indestructible to dust, water, and blood.

Eclipse, battle is difficult to break."

“The weapon itself is more like having life and memory. Even if it is slightly bent and deformed, as long as there is enough time, it can recover on its own.”

 “It will not lose its edge in a hundred years, and its shape will not change in a thousand years.”

Cohen was stunned. He looked at the sword he was very familiar with and laughed out loud:

“It’s been a thousand years, how can it be so awesome? I have to take it to the blacksmith shop every month for maintenance, but Master Jedi in the tower said, ‘This sword is very durable.’”

 Speaking of this, Cohen's expression changed and he looked at Mariko suspiciously:

 “Really, really?”

Mariko’s eyes drifted away:

“In the eyes of the great emperor, only the immortal magic weapon can match the immeasurable achievements and eternal loyalty.”

Cohen frowned.

That monthly maintenance...

 Oops, have I been tricked by Karachi again? And the gang of profiteer blacksmiths in the Blade Tooth Camp...

“Time flies, the years change, and they are scattered all over the world in the chaos of war, but they are still rare and rare magic weapons.”

 Mariko stroked the spine of the bearer's sword, thoughtfully:

 “They are passed down from generation to generation and have never been blunted. They use their swords to save people and show their loyalty and sincerity.”

 “Tell me and other descendants of the empire about the prosperous times of the empire.”

 Cohen and Doyle exchanged glances again.

 Mariko exhaled:

"A long time ago, my ancestors also owned a sword like this. Until the tyranny of the Red King, our family fell into decline and had to sell off the ancestral property to revive the family business."

Cohen said "Oh", but when he thought of something, his expression changed drastically:

“Then...that cliff is not like this!”

"Look what I'm talking about," Doyle whispered angrily next to him: "Mariko likes to collect weapons the most..."

Mariko Pioneer snorted coldly and let the bearer pause heavily:

 “Too heavy, not suitable for me.”

 Cohen then showed a relieved smile.

“I have heard of you, Korn Karabyan, from the Twin Towers of the Voraland. Wisdom is on the left, sword is on the right?”

 Hearing the family's clan language, Cohen couldn't help but frown.

Mariko’s eyes flickered:

“Perhaps you don’t know, but five generations ago, before we changed our surnames to Mariko to avoid trouble, your and my family trees intersected.”

 Intersection?

Cohen was stunned for a while, and before he could reply, D.D beside him suddenly lit up and his head popped up:

“Oh? That’s great. By the way, Doyle and Karabyan also have intersections, which means we are all three.”

However, Mariko didn’t even look at him, he just raised the heavy sword in his hand again:

 “As a nobleman, it is not a big mistake to have no great ambitions.”

"But I thought you were only dealing with street thieves," Mariko said coldly, "and not stupid enough to break into the palace to rebel, the royal knight, Korn Karabiyan."

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Cohen was surprised and said with a smile:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, that's what I'm here for, that's what... Have you ever been in a group fight? It's the kind where two people face each other and say harsh words, and two hundred people stand on both sides to build momentum, and scream but don't take action...

…”

 “Twenty people.”

 But Mariko didn't listen to him at all, and his tone was cold.

“When you broke into the palace, there were twenty guards on duty. They were all good men from the vanguard wing and the guard wing, young men with a bright future.”

“In the face of the arrogance and arrogance of the powerful, they were neither humble nor arrogant, and performed their duties loyally. Even if they were beaten and injured by you, they remained unyielding and defended the palace.”

Cohen was stunned and said anxiously:

"That was a misunderstanding. I was not the one who made the first move..."

Mariko snorted angrily, becoming even more dissatisfied:

 “For you, of course, it is a small, harmless misunderstanding.”

 “But to them…”

Mariko’s hand holding the sword hilt became harder and harder:

“‘The death of the previous king was the cause of the disaster.’ This is His Majesty’s comment.”

 As soon as he said this, the surrounding members of the royal guard looked at him even more fiercely.

"It will be recorded in the resume of the Guards of those twenty brothers by the flag-bearing wing, and it will accompany them throughout their lives and be passed down in the history of the Guards."

Mariko became angrier as he spoke:

"Not only did they suffer this great shame and humiliation, but they also had to suffer the consequences for the royal family afterwards. It is not wrong. Therefore, what happened today can only be their fault. They will bear the crime of transgression and dereliction of duty, and they will also have to offend the prince."

'I am worried all day long, the punishment is undecided, and the future is unclear."

 “It’s all because of you.”
To be continued...