"Come to think of it! It's been only a day or two since Your Majesty came to the Holy Capital. Why did you think of me just today? Does His Majesty Al Qaeda think my official position is not important enough?" Seeing that Cohen ignored him, the young prime minister seemed to be laughing at himself.
With a smile: "If His Majesty thinks this way, it will really hurt my self-esteem..."
Prior to this, Cohen spent a lot of time reconnaissance of the mansion in detail, and even set up traps around the garden. He was now sure that there would be no one else in the garden except the Prime Minister, but how could the Prime Minister's reaction be so strange?
"Your Majesty, please come and sit down! No matter what you want, you will come over anyway." But the Prime Minister's voice sounded so sincere: "Your Majesty, please don't continue to hurt my self-esteem. In fact, I personally
I am full of curiosity and expectation for His Majesty."
"I don't care about your self-esteem. This is not what I want." Cohen analyzed the situation in front of him again, removed his disguise, and secretly stepped onto the path in the garden with caution. His straight figure walked into the Prime Minister's field of vision step by step.
: "I must get what I want."
Seeing Cohen, the prime minister's slightly slanted body immediately straightened up, and his bright eyes revealed a look of joy... But Cohen's own mind was not on this. What he was thinking about now was how to make the man in front of him die with blood.
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"Your Majesty, you don't need to speak in such a strong and cold tone, right? I have what you want, and I didn't say not to give it to you!" The Prime Minister showed a cordial smile and looked at Cohen with peaceful eyes, as if he was treating a
Old friends who have been separated for many years: "Please come and sit down! I have been looking forward to His Majesty's arrival, and we can have a drink."
With an expressionless expression, Cohen walked into the pavilion, sat down slowly in front of the Prime Minister, and put his long sword in his hand.
The Prime Minister pushed one wine glass over and picked up the other one himself: "Do you like it, Your Majesty? This is good wine."
"Not used to it."
"Don't force it." The Prime Minister took a sip himself: "It's not completely dark yet, and there should be some time before His Majesty Cohen takes action. Let's talk about something!"
"Since this period of time." Cohen looked at the helpless man in front of him coldly: "I am used to silence."
"Please don't refuse my kindness. My job is very boring, it can be said to be extremely boring... but I have always hoped to meet His Majesty Al-Qaeda."
Cohen didn't know what trick this man was thinking, and he didn't bother to think about it, but his fingers were on the hilt of the sword.
"Don't be in a hurry. It's not the best time to kill yet." The prime minister looked at the sky, as if he had an insight into Cohen's overall plan: "The city gate is not closed yet!"
Cohen raised his head at the Prime Minister: "It seems that you know what I am going to do."
"Of course, I know all of your majesty's plans, and I can tell your majesty that I have never transported food in that granary before. The reason why I used this granary this time is to give it to you." The prime minister revealed a hint.
An inscrutable smile: "How is it? My Majesty Cohen, is this meeting gift prepared appropriately?"
"I have no intention of letting you go."
"But I'm going to help you."
Cohen's doubts became more and more intense, and this derailed scene made him feel uneasy.
"Although it won't help, I still have to admit it." Cohen spoke calmly, pressing his fingers on the mechanism spring on the scabbard: "Your way of begging for mercy is innovative."
"Are you still unwilling to accept the description of helping? It's a pity that I made such a friendly gesture." The Prime Minister rubbed his hands regretfully: "Okay! I admit that the description of helping is not very appropriate... How should I say it! This is actually
This is my charity to you."
"Alms?" The corners of Cohen's mouth turned up, and a long-lost weird smile appeared on his face: "Interesting."
Pressing the spring with his finger, the blade of the black iron long sword popped out a little. Cohen held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and slowly pulled out the long sword.
"Don't be angry! Don't make our first meeting so tense." The Prime Minister stretched out a finger gracefully, pointed his slender finger on the tip of the sword pointed at him, and gently pushed it away: "In fact,
You can't do what you want even if you kill me."
Cohen's head tilted slightly, and his sharp eyes gradually became fierce.
"Let's make a deal." The Prime Minister said with a smile: "I will help His Majesty Cohen turn the Holy Capital into a pot of porridge, so that His Majesty's people will have the opportunity to raid those bases."
"I admit, this condition is very tempting to me." Cohen asked noncommittally: "Then what do I have to pay?"
"The only condition is to waste a little bit of Your Majesty's time." The Prime Minister raised the wine glass and drank the liquid in it: "With this little time, Your Majesty can talk to me about life and ideals."
"Life...ideal? Shall I talk to you?" Cohen raised his eyebrows: "Are you fucking bluffing me?"
Cohen couldn't bear it and took action. The long sword in his hand was thrust out across the table, and the cold star on the tip of the sword rushed towards the Prime Minister's throat!
With a sound of "Ding!", the Prime Minister turned his wrist over and covered the tip of the sword with a wine glass. He still kept a smile on his face. He was neither surprised nor angry at Cohen's actions, but there was a kind of "yours" in his eyes.
Is this the only ability?" question.
When had Cohen been so slighted?
"Fuck you!" Cohen yelled angrily, and the entire tabletop was kicked up by him. The tabletop rolled and flew upwards, and the dishes and saucers were thrown everywhere. The luminous black iron sword was launched at the Prime Minister.
A series of lightning-fast assassinations.
“Ding ding ding…ding!”
Watching Cohen attack him, the young prime minister's face showed a calm expression that was incompatible with his age. His gentle eyes were like looking at a mischievous child. His left hand was behind his back, holding a wine glass.
His right hand moved in front of him. Although the movement seemed slow, Cohen's sharp and continuous assassinations were resolved by this wine glass...
What's a silver wine glass? You know, in Cohen's hands, this black iron sword can penetrate five layers of armor!
When Cohen's fifteen swords stabbed through at lightning speed, the Prime Minister stretched out his left hand and flicked the black iron sword with his curled middle finger.
With a sound of "Cang!", Cohen somersaulted backwards and stood firmly by the pavilion with a serious look on his face.
The stone tabletop fell down, and the Prime Minister held it up with his left hand. The heavy tabletop shook slightly and landed exactly on the original bracket... without any sound at all.
"Fifteen cracks, what a pity this wine glass is!" The Prime Minister looked at the wine glass in his hand and said regretfully: "This is one of my favorite things in the Holy City. I want you to compensate for it."
"With your ability, there is nothing in Luman's hand that can attract you." Cohen frowned, slowly raised the sword in his hand, and asked word by word: "Who are you?"
"Who am I? This question is not important." The Prime Minister looked at the sky again and put down the wine glass: "It's almost time for His Majesty Cohen to take action. Do you want me to help you?"
"You fucking big watermelon." At this moment, Cohen was a bit dumbfounded: "How are you going to help me?"
"I can..." The Prime Minister thought about it very seriously: "I can help you set fires in the city and help you kill people in the city. Let's do this! I'll ask someone to cut off a Luman's ear and give it to you, okay?
?”
"You're fucking crazy! Luman is mine!"
Cohen suspected that he was dreaming, because a person who wanted to be beaten like this could only appear in a dream.
The Prime Minister blushed slightly and snorted dissatisfiedly: "In the eyes of others, my behavior is indeed no different from that of a lunatic. If His Majesty Keda also looks at me with this common people's eyes... It is a pity that I treat me like this."
We welcome you with a friendly attitude…”
The words seemed to be correct, but Cohen felt that this person looked like a delicate girl, showing off to her beloved lover... With Cohen's temper, there was no way he could stand this eccentric person, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a loud roar, Cohen, whose scalp was numb, jumped forward and attacked the prime minister again - golden fighting spirit filled the black iron sword body, the sharp metal blade tore the air, and the sword tip made a strange whistle.
Running towards the Prime Minister's chest!
The Prime Minister closed his sleeve with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and firmly grasped the tip of the whizzing sword with just two fingers. The whole action was so understated.
"His Majesty almost succeeded in the sneak attack." The Prime Minister lowered his head slightly and looked at Cohen, who was leaning forward with his face flushed: "Should our fight end here?"
Cohen gritted his teeth. Although the sword was clamped, the fighting spirit attached to the sword suddenly grew and gathered into a force as big as a fist and rushed towards the Prime Minister.
The prime minister shook the fingers holding the black iron sword, and the fighting spirit he rushed toward dissipated in the cold night. In a soft sound, the fighting spirit wrapped around the sword spread out in all directions like a flame poured by ice water.
It dissipated in just an instant, and the long sword returned to its original color.
"It would be rude to attack again." The prime minister smiled and said, "Now it's my turn."
A streak of red light appeared on the Prime Minister's white fingers, wrapping around the sword body and winding towards the hilt. Cohen knew that something was wrong, but a suction force had already firmly sucked his palm into the sword.
It's impossible to break free from the hilt of the sword...
The red light band finally touched Cohen's hand.
His body trembled slightly at first, and then Cohen's whole body seemed to be swept away by a typhoon, flipping backwards and flying out, falling into the flower bed with a splash, crushing a large area of precious flowers and plants.
Cohen supported the ground with one hand, turned his body and quickly accelerated towards the wall, not forgetting to set off several traps on the way - the prime minister was first enveloped in a cloud of smoke, "Whoosh whoosh!" Several more crossbow arrows passed through the smoke.
!
There was a chuckle in the smoke, and the Prime Minister, who was supposed to be transformed into a hedgehog by a crossbow arrow, appeared out of thin air on Cohen's escape route, with his clothes flowing and his smile on his face.
Cohen remained silent and used all his strength to temporarily change direction and fly towards the wall.
The prime minister flicked his finger, and the red light belt flew out again, and the tip wrapped around Cohen's ankle - there was another loud noise, and Cohen was thrown into the flower garden again.
"Oops!" The Prime Minister, who stood in the pavilion again, covered his mouth with his hands and yelled in a fuss: "I made a mistake, your Majesty, please forgive me..."
Without saying a word, Cohen propped himself up in the flower garden, then bent down to pick up the sword that fell beside him. In the dark night, this proud young man was surrounded by humiliation, and his young heart was beating violently. , the rage burned, making his whole body tremble.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty Keda, are you okay?" The Prime Minister cast a concerned look: "Please forgive me..."
"Forgive your mother..."
He stretched out his hand to wipe away the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth. His body, still hanging from the remaining leaves of grass and vines, walked out of the flowers. A dazzling fiery red halo appeared five arms away from Cohen's body. It was slowly centering on Cohen's body. Turning.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the light from the fiery red circle reflected the entire garden. Cohen had to use this trick only because he had no choice. Who would have thought that killing a civil servant would be so laborious?
"Will the wrath of forbidden magic set a prairie fire..." The Prime Minister recognized the magic represented by this circle of light at a glance: "Your Majesty, are you really planning to fight me to the death?"
"You bastard... take your life!" Cohen jumped into the air, carrying the thunderous momentum, and thrust out the sword with all his strength!
The Prime Minister's expression also became solemn. He stretched out his hands, palms folded outward to protect his chest, and fifteen layers of white light curtains unfolded in front of his body - amidst the loud noise, the pavilion was hit by the violent airflow, leaving only one Empty shelves, chaotic air currents carrying rubble and tiles, with the pavilion as the center, shooting out in all directions, the rockery, vegetation, and walls in the garden were all smashed into a mess...
Later, a crisp sound like jade cracking echoed in the garden. Cohen's long sword wrapped in fighting spirit pierced four layers of light curtains in succession, but still stopped at the fifth layer of light curtains... Although Cohen still had his eyes wide open, the Prime Minister knew that he was exhausted.
After finally retracting his right hand, the Prime Minister tightened the five fingers of his left hand, and the edges of the remaining ten layers of light curtain began to spread towards Cohen, like a fishing net that was spread out, covering Cohen tightly from head to toe.
"Haha, Your Majesty Cohen, this is the only way I can calm you down." The prime minister said with a smug look on his face: "But your Majesty's martial arts skills can break through my four-layer magic barrier. Your strength is very strong compared to the entire continent. rare……"
Cohen in the light curtain sneered, and the arm holding the sword was slightly retracted.
"Stop trying to resist, can't we talk it over?" The Prime Minister sighed: "I really want to help Your Majesty, don't you really understand?"
"Understood! But I am not happy with this!" Cohen roared in the light screen: "Even if I want to talk to you - we have to finish the fight!"
The black iron long sword thrust forward again, but the sword was no longer wrapped in golden fighting spirit, but was replaced by a thin layer of light blue light - the tip of the sword instantly pierced the remaining light curtain, cutting open a Big mouth!
The Prime Minister couldn't help but let out a real exclamation this time, and he didn't dare to stay where he was. Before the sword came, his figure disappeared in a flash.
"Hey, fuck you." Cohen struck the ground with his long sword, panting heavily, and looking at the prime minister floating in the air with joking eyes: "Even if you are a monster who is neither male nor female, you will still be raped. The moment this young master flew away..."
At this point, Cohen has exhausted all his tricks, and it seems he still can't take advantage. He has made up his mind. If he can't do it with his hands, he has to fight with his words.
"I floated by myself!" The Prime Minister protested loudly: "Because I didn't want you to get hurt..."
Cohen stood up straight, put one hand on his hip, and pointed at the Prime Minister with only one finger: "Go to hell, you have been beaten away, why are you still so stubborn?"
"Your Majesty Keda must pay attention to your manners." The Prime Minister frowned: "As an orthodox emperor, how can you curse others casually?"
"You bastard who doesn't dare to tell the truth." A series of rude and obscene words spewed out of Cohen's mouth: "Be prepared to die!"
"Okay! I was knocked away by you." The Prime Minister slowly landed on the ground and made a helpless expression: "Are you satisfied?"
"snort!"
"I originally wanted to have a good talk with you first, so as to shorten the distance between us and build a little trust." The Prime Minister took two steps forward and smiled magnanimously: "But if you open or close your mouth, you will be killed, and you are stubborn.
.I would like to remind you out of good intentions, do you think you are in danger at this moment or am I?"
"If you fart, let it go, don't waste my time!"
When he said this, Cohen threw a dagger at the Prime Minister, jumped up and turned towards the outside of the wall. The Prime Minister caught the flying dagger with a smile, but did not stop Cohen's escape.
Cohen climbed over the wall and easily triggered the remaining trap. In an instant, arrows were flying again in the garden and smoke was rising.
But before his feet even touched the ground, Cohen was caught in the shadow of swords and swords. The concubine who appeared in the garden earlier and several servants were already waiting for him outside the wall. After a burst of curses, the disgraced Cohen was driven in again.
The garden.
The concubine then jumped into the wall, put away the two daggers in her hands, and showed a charming smile to the prime minister. Although she was only standing far behind Cohen, Cohen had just learned her weird sword skills, and now she felt even more
Like a thorn in the back...
"Does Your Majesty hate my garden that much?" The Prime Minister looked at the messy garden and said, "When it comes to destruction, you are really good at it!"
"Bah!" Cohen gasped, "What kind of good thing do you think you are?"
"At least listen to my plan! In my impression, Your Majesty should be a rational person."
"Say it!" Cohen calmed down and answered him in an indifferent tone.
Cohen already understood that with his current ability, he couldn't kill the prime minister, and he couldn't even escape.
And what about the Prime Minister! Although he doesn’t know the reason, he will never kill himself...
This prime minister is so strange, his identity, martial arts, and magic are all mysteries... So when he was sure that the prime minister would not kill him, Cohen was happy to hear his plan and entertain him with words.
"It seems that you are willing to negotiate." The Prime Minister stopped talking in circles: "This is just a simple deal. I can help you handle everything in the Holy City, but you have to accept a challenge from me."
"Bah!" Cohen spat on the ground: "Can you believe what you, a man and woman, say?"
"I can deliver the goods first, and you can pay later." The Prime Minister laughed, as if he thought his words were humorous: "The terms are generous enough!"
"Okay, show me." Cohen used defense as offense. He immediately put away his sword and leaned against a remaining pillar of the pavilion to see what the prime minister could do.
The Prime Minister stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in the air as if to show off.
An extremely ugly black head emerged from the shadow at the Prime Minister's feet. The surface of the oval-shaped head was completely covered by dark red blood vessels. There were several small holes that looked like eyes in between, which were emitting light green light.
...Even Cohen, who is now indifferent to everything, couldn't help but turn his head and let out a sigh of relief when he first saw this ugly creature.
"My pet is pretty good, isn't it?" The Prime Minister raised his head at Cohen and said, "It's a very rare breed."
"Indeed, the rare thing is just like you." Cohen replied angrily, and then added maliciously: "Looks the same."
"Your Majesty Keda." The concubine behind him interrupted: "Please don't treat my husband like this, it will make me sad."
"It doesn't matter." Before Cohen could say anything, the prime minister, who was not angry, had already smiled in relief: "I personally think that your majesty is praising my pet, not belittling me."
The arrogant concubine stared at the prime minister angrily, quite angry at him.
The Prime Minister lowered his head and stared at the creature at his feet, and made a low grunt from his mouth. The ugly creature blinked its eyes, responded with a hoarse low, and then quickly sank into the shadows.
"Have you finished the meeting with your companions?" Cohen, who had touched the prime minister's trump card, crossed his arms and asked: "What program have you prepared for me this time?"
"In a quarter of an hour, fires will be ignited in ten locations in the Holy Capital City. Five senior officials under Luman, including the top military commander, will be killed. If your men are not strong enough, I can even help you take care of them.
Those logistics bases." The Prime Minister put away his smile and turned cautious: "What do you think of such conditions?"
"You are Luman's first official, but you want to help me deal with Luman. Do you think this shameless betrayal game is fun?" Cohen did not give the prime minister a good look: "This is the kind of person I despise the most.
Despicable!"
For the first time since the two met, the Prime Minister laughed boldly and almost burst into tears: "Why do you think Lu Man instigated me?"
"Weren't you officials adopted by Luman?" Cohen pouted: "If you raise a dog or a pig, it must recognize its owner. If you raise a treacherous bastard, you can only be a treacherous bastard."
"Unfortunately, your method of irritation is ineffective on me. Usually, only strong people will use such tactics..." Seeing that Cohen's face was a little confused, the Prime Minister immediately changed the topic and made a gesture of invitation.
: "The Holy City will be lively soon. It would be better if we change places to watch."
Seeing Cohen nodding in agreement, the Prime Minister surrounded the two people with a thin light curtain. The light curtain gradually closed, wrapping the two people from top to bottom. After a slight tremor, the light ball slowly rose up.
Sky.
"Have you never looked down at the Holy City from such a height?" The Prime Minister leaned down and stretched out his arms to express his sigh: "What a grand city! It's a pity that it is occupied by dirty humans."
"From your tone, you are not human, right?" Cohen's eyes wandered around the city.
"This is what I admire about you. If it were any other ordinary person, he would worry about his own safety first and ask stupid questions about whether he would be discovered... But I only said that this city is occupied by dirty humans.
, it does not mean that all human beings are despicable, so it is not safe for Your Majesty to infer whether I am a human being based on this alone."
"Even if you are a human being, do you think you are holy?"
"What do you think?" The Prime Minister shrugged his shoulders without any pretense, with a look of expectation on his face: "I want to hear your Majesty's opinion of me."
"As for you..." A sincere smile appeared on Cohen's face: "I lack the enthusiasm to evaluate."
"Your Majesty's cold attitude is really hurtful!" The Prime Minister's face finally cooled down and he put on a business-like expression: "I want to give up friendly exchanges with you."
Cohen paused for a moment and took a deep look at the Prime Minister. He did not expect that a word that was not very rude would make this weird guy in front of him angry. He had said so many outrageous things before, but the Prime Minister always laughed.
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This prime minister is really weird! (To be continued)