In full view of everyone, Cohen strode towards the Black Prophet, the young man behind him.

"Raphael!"

The nobles around the Thirteen Stones all turned their heads to look.

Cohen suppressed his emotions and called out to the young man: "Raphael Lindbergh!"

The young man in white robe also saw Cohen striding towards him. He showed a frivolous smile, whispered in Morat's ear for a while, and then faced Cohen.

"You have been missing for three whole years!" Cohen's anger was even noticed by the king and the two dukes on the high seat.

"Cohen!" The young man's voice was brisk and bright - just as endearing as his appearance. He opened his arms toward Cohen: "You are still so energetic!"

Cohen slapped the other person's arm away unceremoniously: "Why don't you say goodbye?"

He looked at the royalists in the distance and Lord Morat Hansen, who was standing alone with no one approaching, and said in disbelief: "You... are following the 'Black Prophet' now? Do you know what he has in his hands?"

How much blood and sin..."

"That is the misunderstanding of the world," Raphael said with a smile: "Master Hansen's contribution to the stars and his huge sacrifice far exceed that of any other adult present."

Cohen was stunned and couldn't find the words to refute for a while, so he could only say: "We will talk about this later. What have you done in the past three years..."

"Stay by Mr. Hansen's side, listen to and follow his teachings." Raphael still had that calm expression.

"Teaching?" Cohen was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed from surprise to anger: "Is this the reason? You abandoned Miranda for three years for no reason! The reason is to listen to the teachings of that poisonous snake?"

"Miss Miranda?" Raphael gently crossed his arms and suddenly became cold:

"She never belonged to me, so why leave her?"

Cohen looked at his old friend in disbelief, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

"Are you crazy? Miranda is still waiting for you to find..."

"For her own good, please give up those unrealistic thoughts."

Cohen's eyes widened, and then he sighed: "If you think you are not worthy of her, then I can tell you right now, she doesn't care at all..."

"That was in the past, people change." Raphael interrupted him coldly, "I used to like her very much, but now I don't, that's it."

The young man in white noticed the gazes from the six stone seats and said softly: "This occasion is not suitable for reminiscing about the past. Please excuse me."

But when he turned around, his shoulders were held tightly by Cohen!

"You haven't finished speaking yet," Cohen suppressed his anger: "Damn it - what's wrong with you! It's impossible for a person to change so fast!"

Raphael, with a cold expression, grabbed Cohen's hand: "That's because you have never seen my true colors, the heir to the Twin Towers Sword, the Karabiyan Security Officer."

Cohen pressed Raphael's shoulder firmly, with anger and surprise in his eyes.

He knew that the young man in front of him was a genius with a photographic memory in the Tower of the End. During the same period of the Tower of the End, he was even the first person to awaken the power of the end. And in the final assessment before leaving the tower, he was

Second place, second only to Miranda, one place higher than Cohen himself!

A promising finishing swordsman!

but why--

Cohen gritted his teeth and said with persistence: "The Raphael I know cannot make such a choice! You... left the tower that day, and then there was no news from you again... What happened?"

What happened?

Raphael sneered: "I have seen the true side of this world clearly."

The next second, a cold and violent force of termination swept over Cohen's grasped hand!

Instantly arousing fierce resistance from the power of star-blue termination in his body!

The surging power of termination forced him to let go.

But Cohen didn't care.

He cares about other things.

Cohen looked at his old friend in shock and asked in disbelief: "Raphael, your, your power of termination... I remember it was clearly the 'Washing of the Sword', but why... why did it become like this?

"

Raphael raised his brows, showed an incomprehensible smile, and said briskly: "Compared to the original me - I have been sublimated."

Cohen could only stare blankly, watching his old friend in the Tower of the End turn around without hesitation or nostalgia.

Raphael, who had his back turned to him, turned his head and gave a cold look: "I'll give you a piece of advice, Cohen Karabiyan."

"Be careful today."

Raphael walked back to Morat Hansen indifferently.

The security officer frowned and clenched his fists, his eyes full of confusion and surprise.

That feeling... could it be...

The flash of swords and swords on Red Square Street that night appeared in front of Cohen's eyes.

The swordsman in red and black attire, and his murderous, indomitable and crazy swordsmanship.

What's more important is his violent and out-of-control finishing power.

Cohen took a deep breath.

No way?

After a few seconds, he exhaled and slowly returned to his father's side.

"Do not ask."

Facing the questions from his father and the director, Cohen, who was full of doubts and anger, rarely ended with two words.

When among the thirteen noble families, the Havia family with the sun-shooting bow as their emblem, the Almond family with the dark blue giant wave as their emblem, and the four-winged giant lizard Lasia family arrived, there was another wave of excitement in the crowd.

commotion.

But it was completely inferior to the sensation caused by the arrival of the Kevin Deere family - this time, there was more enthusiasm.

Thales in the dark room had sharp eyes and saw the person who caused the sensation in the crowd.

The well-behaved, amiable Lord of the Emerald City and the Guardian Duke of the South Bank, Jan Kelvindir, was accompanied by an old man with a solemn posture. He nodded and smiled at the people around him while walking slowly.

When he approached the Thirteen Stones, many nobles stood up and bowed in salute, and Zhan patiently returned the bows one by one.

Zhan walked to the stone seat in the center, knelt down on one knee towards the expressionless King Kessel V, and kissed the ring on his hand.

"Kevin Dill," Kessel frowned slightly: "I heard that you had a little misunderstanding with the royal guards yesterday?"

"It's just a trivial matter," Zhan En said with an endearing smile, "Your Majesty, I don't need to worry about it."

Kaiser nodded and glanced at Zhan En's smile with a meaningful look: "I hope it will be the same today."

Zhan En hesitated slightly.

Sure enough, something must have gone wrong.

It should obviously be a drama for the nobles to force an heir, but His Majesty seems to have been prepared for it?

The guards, one by one, passed the message to the square outside the hall, and then the thundering cheers were heard again from bottom to top:

"Huh-huh-"

"Kevin—Kevin Dill—"

"Irises—tricolor iris—"

Thales' heart sank: Is that Duke of Iris so popular?

Listening to the cheers coming from the Fuxing Palace, the young Duke calmly stood up and the butler behind him calmly took his cloak.

Zhan sat on one of the six stone seats and smiled at the other two dukes with different expressions.

The smiling Duke Bob Cullen raised his hand and introduced to the cold-faced "Iron Eagle": "Val, this is young Zhan..."

But the Duke of the North, who was looking at Zhan coldly, interrupted the fat Duke's words without caring:

"Iris...are you the youngest Duke of the Stars?"

Duke Cullen smiled disapprovingly after being interrupted and touched his belly.

Zhan En was startled, feeling that the other person's gaze was like a sword, too sharp to be looked directly at.

Is this "Iron Eagle" Val? It's just as rumored...

I just don’t know that when Exeter’s troops are pointing directly at the north...

"This is the first time we meet, the owner of White Eagle, Duke Arend." Zhan smiled softly, caressing his chest and bowed lightly, "Youngest Duke, I am sorry that I am not worthy of it. As far as I know, the owner of the Teback family,

He is much younger than me."

But Val's expression remained unchanged, and he said without any refutation: "It doesn't matter, since you are sitting in that position, it means that you also have the right to participate in this game."

At this time, a discordant and sharp sound penetrated the crowd, interrupting the voices of almost half of the hall.

"What a pity..."

Thales heard a sharp and abrupt voice coming from another side door, penetrating the crowd:

"Every time I step into this city, this so-called royal capital..."

The crowd dispersed, and the nobles' eyes were quite complicated, showing both disgust and excitement.

"You can smell the unique smell of city people..."

"The stench of pampering... is simply disgusting..."

On the carpet, the owner of the sharp voice, accompanied by his entourage, limped towards the nobles.

"...For example, the old man who is obviously dying of old age and is still sitting on the corpse, and the young pretty boy who is still young - can actually still sit on the throne of the six Dukes."
To be continued...