When the figure of Cohen Keda disappeared at the end of the path, the little princess of the Light God Clan, Charlotte Knach, turned slightly to face her sister, the eldest princess of the Light God Clan, Liretta Knach, with a look on her face.

A smile that was not easy to detect: "Sister's previous analysis is indeed correct. Every step taken by Emperor Sbia is under my control."

"If it is said that I can hold the kings of other empires in my hands, I can barely do it, but I am beyond my ability to deal with Korn Keda. Among the entire Light God Clan, only Father God can be sure." Li.

Princess Rita put down the flower branch in her hand and sighed sadly: "What I can help you is just to provide some analysis based on Sibia's actions."

"You're welcome, sister, this has already helped me a lot." Judging from their demeanor, it seems that the relationship between the two princesses has become more harmonious recently: "But, how should we treat Cohen Keda now? If there is no punishment

, it seems unreasonable.”

"Of course there must be punishment, and the punishment must be increased. Sibia boldly challenged the bottom line of the Protoss. Why can't the Protoss challenge Sibia's endurance limit?" The eldest princess smiled: "Keeping Cohen Keda is

Yes, but let this person know that the majesty of the Gods cannot be ignored."

"Sister means...we should target Sibia instead of Cohen Keda?"

"No matter what, this is just a means, not an end, so you have to be careful in controlling the intensity." The eldest princess nodded: "It is not only necessary to make the punished people convinced and receive a lesson, but also to maintain their self-esteem and avoid being left behind.

The space below can be exploited by others... The dark demons have been keeping an eye on it, waiting for the opportunity to demonize Emperor Sbia!"

"The little princess of the demon clan, hasn't she given up yet?" Princess Charlotte frowned: "Although... no matter what, Cohen Keda is the emperor of Sbia. Evaluated based on actual abilities and achievements.

He is also a very good monarch."

"If I'm not wrong, demonizing Cohen Keda is her coming-of-age ceremony question, just like what her sister did before." The eldest princess's slender fingers lightly touched the water drops and flicked them evenly on the young skin.

On the petals: "With this premise, they won't care about those small agreements, not to mention that Cohen Keda is indeed suspected of having an unfair reputation and speaking out... At worst, they will compensate a demon emperor afterwards for us to purify.

"

"She dares!" This is the second time Princess Charlotte has become angry today, and the level of anger is even worse than the previous time.

"Sister, please comment on my flower arrangement." As a sister, the eldest princess still smiled lightly and just pushed her work forward: "I haven't done it for a long time, so my technique is unfamiliar, but my sister can't help it.

Do you have a keen eye?"

Her Royal Highness the little princess moved her eyes to look at a pot of flower arrangements placed in front of her. Gradually, the evil spirit in her eyes slowly dissipated, and finally she raised her head and looked at the eldest princess: "My sister's freehand work has been enough for me to learn for thousands of years."

It’s time.”

"You have seldom been so polite in recent times." Princess Liretta covered her mouth and smiled, and then said leisurely: "I don't know when Emperor Sibia will be so humble... This empire has just shown its power.

Energy, not to mention Father God, I am the least willing to join in the fun, but I also want to see Sibia and Cohen Keda twenty years from now."

"Sister's words gave me an idea." Princess Charlotte smiled slightly, just like her sister who was showing off her charm: "The most important thing for Cohen Keda is the development of the empire, so I will make a fuss about it.

!”

"Since you have thought of it, then my work is done." Princess Liretta gave her sister a meaningful look and stood up: "I will go to various countries for a walk. From the temple's point of view, sister, you have always been

Merciful, let me do the black face!"

Cohen, who was on his way back to the palace, certainly didn't know the conversation between the two divine princesses. In fact, at this time, the young Emperor Sbia was very happy - withdrawing from the divine alliance was decided at the beginning of this two-front war.

However, due to the special nature of the Temple of Light, it must be treated with caution. The previous idea was to conduct a major replacement of the priests in the empire to minimize the influence of the temple.

However, later I learned about the plan of the Gods and Demons to unite again. From Cohen's perspective, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - such a large-scale cooperation would be a disaster if there was no direct participation of the Gods and Demons.

Since the two tribes have invested so much energy, even if Sibia goes too far, they will not deal with him harshly.

Therefore, Cohen was able to make this big gamble, expel the temple, and weaken the influence in one step. Of course, the Light God Clan had reason to be angry, and reprimands on the scene were unavoidable, but the order was irreversible. Unless they did not want the entire plan to continue, otherwise they would

I can only swallow this green fruit that will sour my front teeth.

After entering the palace and getting out of the car, Cohen couldn't help but stop and laugh a few times when he thought of the happy place.

Cohen's only regret was that the clerk who was following him hadn't figured it out yet. His master kept laughing evilly and didn't know how to come up and cooperate... He was so heroic that he couldn't express it. He could only sigh and shake his head. These days, it's really hard to find a clever clerk.

It’s difficult!

The secretary who followed three steps away was dizzy from today's events. Hearing the emperor laugh first and then sigh, he was wondering. Suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and an unpleasant feeling arose spontaneously - every time His Majesty was about to use

The clerk would feel like this before "training" him in weird ways!

"Is the matter done?" While Cohen was thinking about the detailed "tempering" method, a man standing at the entrance of the harem wearing full armor asked: "Not bad, no arms or legs missing."

"That's right, this young master has always been able to do it." Knowing that the crow was waiting for him, Cohen felt warm in his heart, waved to let the clerk go, and walked over with a smile: "Everything has been done, basically as we expected.

"

"It's your prediction. This matter has nothing to do with me." After staying in the palace for so long, Crow's will became stronger and stronger - especially when faced with Cohen's intentional and unintentional words to win over him. However, judging from his tone,

It can be noticed that he is not rejecting Cohen's kindness, but just does not want to see the facts being tampered with. Although to ordinary people, this is an advantage, but think about Cohen's secular identity... Crow, he is really a simple-hearted person.

What a terrible rookie!

"If you weren't happy, then why would you come here to wait for me?" Cohen rolled his eyes and responded in a low voice: "Did you predict that I would show off, so you came all the way to cooperate with me?"

"Don't think that I am too considerate." Crow shook his head slightly: "I have something to tell you. The time was not appropriate before, but now, there should be no problem."

"Okay, let's talk while we walk."

Cohen nodded and motioned to the guards behind him to stay away. Crow rarely spoke actively, but when he spoke, it was definitely not a trivial matter; on the other hand, what Crow said was basically private matters and would not be related to the empire.

"The situation of withdrawing from the alliance and the temple has been decided. For you, the next ending is not too troublesome." After crossing the garden, Crow took Cohen on the road to the martial arts hall: "In this way, you have it.

A lot of time, right?”

"I have a little free time, but I have a lot of things to do. I have to prepare for other people's revenge and trouble, as well as the matter of moving the capital." Cohen followed Crow into the martial arts hall. At this time, the martial arts hall was empty. Crow should have chased people away.

gone.

"Do you still have the letter I gave you before the war?" Crow took a few steps forward, took off his helmet and placed it on the bench next to him: "Looking at your idle look, you probably haven't opened the letter yet.

Bar?"

Cohen nodded: "Yes, because on the battlefield, I have not yet reached the point of despair."

"I suggest you take a look." Crow turned his head: "Now."

Reaching out and taking out the yellowish letter, Cohen became suspicious. Even as cunning as he was, he had doubts about Crow's arrangement. He had guessed at its contents more than once, but he couldn't think of any information that would make him believe it.

Turning the tide on a dangerous battlefield, after all, it is a place where thousands of people are fighting, and the power of one person is really limited. If it were not for the soul in the armor, of course the letter would have been read by me. But since the crisis has not reached that point, this letter

The sealing paint on the letterhead is a testimony of friendship. No matter how curious Cohen is, he will not take the initiative to open it.

"You really want me to see it now?" Thinking of the soul in the armor and looking at the crow, Cohen couldn't help but have evil thoughts in his heart.

"Let's see, but..." Crow seemed to have thought of something and hesitated to speak. After being silent for a while, he said: "You should know how to solve it."

"What are you playing at?" Cohen's doubts were rising. Crow's words directly caused a qualitative change in his mood, and he became a little panicked: "I'm warning you - I'm very timid!"

"I don't care about you. I'll deal with whatever I've caused myself." Crow snorted coldly, stood up, put on his helmet, and walked out: "I'll call the herald. The Prime Minister and the Dean seem to be in the harem.

."

Crow walked out without looking back, and the heavy door slowly closed. After that moment of darkness, beams of light poured down from the ceiling of the martial arts hall, causing the fine sand on the ground to reflect the blurred

Silver light.

Cohen turned around thoughtfully, walked slowly to the center of the martial arts hall, raised the letter high with his right hand, and peered into the light beam.

It is impossible to say that Crow's words and deeds did not have an impact on Cohen. Most of his and Crow's character traits are completely different, but one thing is very similar, which is the pride that the two share. Based on this basis, they will probably know

How the other person feels and how they deal with certain things.

"It's a blessing, not a curse, but you can't avoid it." Cohen raised his eyebrows, but did not remove the paint, but tore open the envelope, held the letter with his left hand and jerked it: "Whatever you are - come on

Bar!"

The white letter paper broke away from Cohen's hand and flew in front of him, with a silver semicircular magic pattern painted on it. Under the light, the runes outside the outline were rippling slightly, like delicate flowers blooming in the water.

Flowers...a halo that is so subtle that it is difficult to detect appears around Cohen, like a summoned elf, outlining the magic circle on the letter.

Three feet away, everything is as usual; but inside the magic circle, the past has returned...

The night was dark, and the exhausted Emperor Sibia was lying on his back on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a woman in white with tears in her eyes, holding his hand tightly. She, she was the first imperial concubine of the empire... This

It should be what happened when he was cursed to save Berni and was dying. At that time, he couldn't hear any sound at all.

"Your world... and my world... are separate... You treat me as a relative, not a lover, and treat me as a boss. This is no one else's fault. It's all my own fault." Feilin kissed me.

On Cohen's forehead, the voice that sounded like tears was heartbreaking: "I am always longing to enter your world and accept the day when you truly fall in love with me... But I still have an unfinished mission, and I can't do that.

...Forgive me, my love, this has been my shackles since birth..."

Ever since Cohen became an adult, one thing and another problem has been waiting for him to solve. He has been busy all year round and has rarely had the opportunity to calm down and enjoy tender moments. In the past, he and his wives also had too many things to worry about, so they changed.

It has become a situation where business matters trump private matters - Cohen, who was standing in the magic circle at this time, was not a dying patient with confusion at that time. When he heard Feilin's true words with his own ears, he immediately felt a pain in his heart, and then he felt a surge of pain.

The sweet feeling I felt was mixed with a hint of guilt.

"From the whispers coming from the treetops when we get together, to the sighs shed by the moonlight after parting." Feilin held her hands in front of her chest and closed her eyes in front of the bed, closing her eyelashes that were still stained with two teardrops.

, In fact, her voice was not loud, but to Cohen's ears, it sounded like thunder, "I am willing to sacrifice everything that is most precious in exchange for my sleeping lover, sleeping you."

After waking up that day, Cohen asked Feline many times what happened, but Feline always covered it up in an understatement.

Of course he knew that things were not that simple, and he also understood that Feline had paid a huge price. In fact, Cohen had already decided to treat Feline first, but due to other things coming one after another, Feline forcibly postponed it.

Cohen was deeply concerned about this and was also very confused about the magic that saved him. The answer provided by Feline was obviously incomplete. Therefore, he listened very carefully at this time.

"Please look at me, ancient stars, and please listen to me, distant gods. I am singing this song of life with the sad melody deep in my memory, even if there are no longer tears of longing, no lingering feelings.
To be continued...