Before this, Cohen had never tried to overlook the Holy City from such a high place.
Under the cover of night, the continuous flickering lights clearly outline the outline of the Holy City, revealing the prosperity on the other side. Through those lights, Cohen can know where the busiest places in the Holy City are at night, and he can also He correctly identified every familiar street, square, river... Of course, he also saw the Royal Palace with the most dazzling lights in the Holy Capital.
This palace, illuminated by lights, is the place where Fichet grew up. It is where he should ascend the throne, become king, start a family, shine in the world, and realize all his ideals... Cohen thought in his mind, Fichet The kind and warm smile appeared again, but this smile was accompanied by a clear pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.
The sting came so suddenly, violently, without warning, lingering and long-lasting. It attached to every bone and every muscle, destroying Cohen's body and devouring Cohen's soul. There was no room for him to breathe, and there seemed to be no time to stop...
With his hands clenched into fists and his body trembling slightly, Cohen tried to keep his face normal in front of outsiders.
"Are you in a bad mood?" The Prime Minister turned around and asked, "Has your Majesty remembered something unhappy?"
Cohen looked back at him indifferently, not wanting his pain to be discovered by this person.
"Calculating, it's almost time." The Prime Minister stretched out his hand and pointed to a corner of the Holy Capital: "The first one to catch fire should be the city guard station."
Before the Prime Minister's words dissipated, the light began to change where his finger pointed. The scattered light spots that were originally scattered began to expand, merge, and sway around to spread... and soon developed. The fire soared into the sky, and the heat flow carrying the floating dust rose to the heights, stirring the night sky of the Holy City. Above the blazing fire, a huge smoke column was extremely eye-catching.
Almost at the same time, fires broke out all over the city. The noise and chaos caused by nearly ten fires spread like water ripples around them, gradually affecting a wider area...
The firelight of the Holy City shone on Cohen's face, and a voice in his heart shouted wildly: "Burn it! Burn it! Burn all this filth! Burn all these despicable lives!"
Cohen followed the black spots rolling in the fire with indifferent eyes, watched them flee in the fire, watched them struggle in the fire, and finally watched all this meaningless struggle fall into silence...
"Are you satisfied?" the prime minister said softly: "These fire places are all important military locations. The guards in the city are short of manpower, so troops outside the city must be mobilized to put out the fire. After they enter the city, the magicians should be released. Finished the large heavy rain spell..."
"By this time, the fire outside the city will be out of control, right?" Cohen told the result: "And who are you from? What benefits will you do to yourself by doing this?"
"Which side I belong to, your Majesty is better off not asking for the time being." The prime minister looked back at Cohen: "You only need to know one thing, that is me - harmless to you."
"It may not be good for me!" Cohen endured the physical pain and sneered: "There are no enemies without a reason in this world, and there are no friends without a reason... You'd better show off your cards!"
The priests of the Holy City Temple were releasing magic to extinguish the fire. Thick clouds were gathering outside the light ball. The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, blocking the light coming from below. The Prime Minister's eyes also became confusing.
"We..." Finally, after letting Cohen clearly see the flames rising from the logistics base outside the city, the prime minister whispered: "Go down and talk!"
It was obvious that there was reluctance in his tone, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness.
The garden of the Prime Minister's residence has been cleaned up. In the place where the pavilion was originally, all the stone slabs on the ground were lifted, revealing a small magic circle, which was surrounded by light black mist and was completely misty.
"Your Majesty, please go in!" The Prime Minister pointed to this small magic circle: "The magic circle will take you to where you should go. Once you get there, someone will naturally receive you."
"Why should I go in?" Cohen asked with a sneer.
"Because Your Majesty has no choice, this is my only request to help Your Majesty disrupt the Holy City." The Prime Minister lowered his head slightly and replied: "And this is part of my mission. If Your Majesty is not willing, I will throw you in."
The prime minister looked at Cohen seriously with bright eyes. The charming concubine put her hand on the hilt of the sword and leaned over with a smile. Cohen did not doubt the credibility of the sentence "throw it in".
"Where does this magic circle lead to?" Cohen took a breath.
"have no idea."
"Who will I meet?" Cohen looked up at the Prime Minister.
"have no idea."
"Is it dangerous?" Cohen's eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.
"have no idea."
"You don't know anything you ask! Are you kidding me?" Cohen's patience could no longer be maintained. Although he was at a disadvantage, his arrogant dignity was still revealed naturally.
"I can understand that Your Majesty is angry. In fact, even if I know, I can't tell you." The Prime Minister stepped forward and said, "Although I can't tell Your Majesty where the other side of the magic circle is, I can guarantee that before Your Majesty comes back, I will
Help Your Majesty maintain the status quo of the Sibia Empire, Luman can’t even think of doing anything during this time.”
"You promise?" Cohen was stunned for a moment: "What guarantee do you have, what if I die somewhere else?"
"If your Majesty dies." The Prime Minister looked back at Cohen: "I will fulfill your wish for your Majesty, kill everyone in Luman's power, recover the Sbia Empire, and hand over the royal power to your father - this promise
It is not part of my mission, but I sent it to you personally."
"What you said is so weird. I can't believe that such a good thing will happen to me." Cohen shook his head and said, "You and I have never met. We are enemies, not friends. This promise really cannot reassure me."
"What if you don't worry? So what if you don't worry? Your Majesty still wants to go in?" The Prime Minister said in a low voice: "I said this to Your Majesty, and I don't expect Your Majesty to believe it... The world is constantly changing, Your Majesty just treats it as a one-off event.
The bet is over, at least I have helped His Majesty complete the affairs of the Holy Capital, and in return, Your Majesty should also express something!"
Cohen couldn't believe what the Prime Minister said, but the Prime Minister's strength was unfathomable. Now that he was at a disadvantage, resistance was out of the question. Besides, without the Prime Minister's help, his actions in the Holy Capital would definitely be a complete failure. Cohen's nature was unwilling to owe others anything.
Favor... Anyway, whether you go in or not, you will end up risking your life. It doesn't make much difference to my current situation.
"Although your promise is as empty as a mirror, I also made a bet." Cohen nodded with relief: "If this is a gamble, I personally want to make another bet."
"You promised readily." The Prime Minister nodded: "Listen and see what you add."
"I can't say it's refreshing, I just like excitement. Even the little gangsters know that wealth can be found in danger, so I can naturally make the impossible possible." Cohen smiled heartily: "Next time we meet, if I can
When we meet, I want you to show your true colors, I don’t want to see you as Prime Minister again - maybe then, I will be in the mood to evaluate you properly."
"Next time we meet?" The Prime Minister was stunned, and then put on a dumbfounded expression: "Wasn't Your Majesty still worried about his own safety just now? Why are you thinking about the future again? It's better to cheer up and deal with what is about to happen!"
"In your hearts, there are always so many things that you need to rack your brains to deal with." Cohen replied with a relaxed smile: "But in my opinion, many things are not worth mentioning, and the biggest one is death. This does not count.
What. It may seem weird to you, but that’s the kind of person I am!”
"Your Majesty is really different from ordinary people." Looking at the ignorant man in front of him, his confident expression, and his hearty smile, the Prime Minister's mood was extremely complicated, and he couldn't help but nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will do it.
.”
The concubine took two steps closer and said, "Your Majesty, please."
Cohen walked into the magic circle in a few steps, turned around neatly to face the two of them, and let the faint black mist wrap up from under his feet.
"Although I don't quite believe it..." He raised his head and looked at the Prime Minister with peaceful eyes for the first time: "But I still hope that you can do everything you said."
The Prime Minister let out a slight sigh and waved slightly, and the mist in the magic circle stirred and enveloped Cohen's body... When the fog gradually dissipated, Cohen in the magic circle had disappeared.
The Prime Minister stood there, staring at the remaining traces of the magic circle on the ground for a long time.
"Let's go!" The concubine came over and stroked the prime minister's shoulder: "There is someone from Lu Man to ask questions."
"I sent him away with my own hands... I was a little tired." The Prime Minister closed his eyes and said, "You can ask someone to go for me."
The concubine said considerately: "Okay, don't be disappointed, there will be opportunities to meet again in the future!"
"When we meet in the future, he will never recognize me again." The Prime Minister shook his head and said with emotion: "He is really a strange person. It's no wonder that the Lord shows curiosity about him that is different from other people."
"How can we guess the Lord's thoughts?" The concubine hugged the Prime Minister from behind and said, "It's true that he is a very special person. Even I can't help but want to make a promise to him!"
"We..." The Prime Minister looked up at the night sky and said slowly: "We will fulfill this promise, right?"
"Of course it will be done, it's not a big deal."
The surrounding scenery was constantly being twisted and stretched, and the sounds that reached his ears were suddenly near and far away. Cohen felt that the world was spinning for a while, and his body was floating in a black mist as if it was weightless.
After a long time, his feet sank, and Cohen knew he had arrived.
The black mist surrounding his body gradually dissipated, and Cohen raised his left hand holding the sword upwards, scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes.
There were a few lonely night stars hanging in the dark sky. The cold evening wind slowly passed over his body, and there was a soft sound of leaves rubbing against each other. Cohen followed the blurry starlight and tentatively walked forward.
A few steps.
This is the edge of a forest. The ground is covered with a layer of fallen leaves and a few small dead branches. Cohen carefully searched his mind for memories of various scenery on the Bis continent, but for a moment,
I still can't determine my exact current location.
Several more melancholy night birds were heard, and their melancholy sounds echoed in the equally melancholy night sky. This scene made Cohen feel irritated.
"Your mother's big watermelon." Cohen cursed to himself: "What did you do..."
At this moment, a chuckle came from behind Cohen.
Without a trace of hesitation, Cohen soared into the air, turned over, drew his sword, and after landing, he stared at the originally silent shadow behind him with sharp eyes.
"What?" Cohen frowned: "Get out of here, young master!"
There was another chuckle, and a group of light black mist broke away from the shadow, swaying to ten arms' distance in front of Cohen, and slowly transformed into a female form under Cohen's gaze.
The right hand holding the sword moved back slightly, and Cohen took a step back, the alertness in his eyes increasing. Weird things that appear at this time are usually not good things...
"Are you afraid?" The black shadow floated in place, and a pleasant female voice came over. Although it was just two words, the clear and magnetic voice of temptation still made Cohen's heart flutter in his chest. This voice
The temptation is fatal, and one cannot help but have the desire to crawl under the shadow from now on and listen to it forever.
Just the sound was like this... The remaining rationality in his mind told Cohen that the thing in front of him was extremely dangerous.
"Of course I'm afraid." Cohen calmed down and said something that was half a blow to the other party and half a warning to himself: "I'm afraid you'll be too ugly."
"Is this your wish?" The shadow's voice did not show any emotion: "It seems that the Divine Blessing Knight just wants to confirm my appearance."
"This is how I am a divine knight." Cohen glanced at the shadow and said, "If you are not satisfied, you can talk to God."
"What is there to be proud of, the Knight of Divine Blessing?" The shadow stretched out his hands, and the outline of his face gradually became clearer: "If the Knight of Divine Blessing is really noble, how did you end up where you are now?"
Cohen looked at the almost perfect lines on the black shadow's face: "No matter how unlucky I am, I'm still darker than you. Look at you, you look like a burnt potato taken out of the fire."
"Burned potato?" The shadow was stunned and discussed with him in a very serious tone: "Why do you think I am similar to this plant?"
"It's the same to me." Cohen chuckled and shook the black iron sword in his hand: "Whether it's a potato or you, you can only eat it after removing the skin."
"Give you a chance." The shadow was not angry, and stretched out his slender arms elegantly: "Try to get close to me, kiss my hand, and swear to be loyal to me from now on."
"Kissing your hand? And swearing allegiance to you?" Cohen asked in surprise: "You have water in your head?"
"He is indeed a stubborn person." The shadow shook his head slightly and said, "We will talk about it later."
“Let’s talk about it later?”
Regarding this sentence, Cohen was a little confused for a moment, wondering what the monster in front of him was thinking, until he noticed a noise in the woods.
"Here!" A rough and hoarse voice shouted from the edge of the woods: "Send the news quickly!"
Cohen's hand tightened on the hilt of the sword, and he moved his feet quickly to put himself in a more secure position, where he could see the person coming out of the woods and the strange black figure at the same time.
Several birds of various shapes flew out of the tree canopy and scattered in various places. At the same time, a group of warriors dressed in ordinary clothes rushed out of the woods and ran towards where Cohen was standing, shouting.
Cohen was very wary of the black shadow, so he did not act rashly and allowed the group of warriors to surround him. The leading warrior waved his hand, and several of his men lit torches.
The faces of the warriors looked ferocious under the firelight, and heavy breathing sounded around their bodies. Cohen, who has experienced many battlefields, knew clearly that the cause of this breathing was not nervousness, but excitement. It was caused by extreme excitement... This should be
They are a group of greedy and bloody people.
"It's you, it's you!" The warrior leading the team compared the portraits in his hands under the firelight, with a clumsy, surprised, and arrogant smile on his face: "You don't even change the color of your hair. You really don't take us bounty hunters seriously.
Here!"
"Bounty hunter? What the hell is that?" Cohen's puzzled gaze rested on the black figure: "You seem to be quite stylish, why do you have a bunch of pustules under your command?"
The shadow shook his head and replied softly: "These people are not my subordinates."
Before Cohen could speak, the samurai leading the team had already burst into laughter. He pulled out a surprisingly large sword from his back, took a step forward with his left leg, and made an offensive posture: "Since you also flatter me that I have style.
, then I’ll leave you with a good face! Brothers, don’t hit someone in the face—kill them!”
"When will I flatter you?" In the cold wind, Cohen stood holding a sword and said calmly: "You are so stupid, I don't even bother to scold you."
"Didn't you tell me? Is there anyone else here?" The warrior leading the team shouted wildly: "Brothers - chop him off and keep his head to collect the reward!"
The warriors agreed, and the three people behind Cohen took action first.
Cohen glanced at the movements of the three people, but he didn't even have the desire to block them. With a wave of his right hand, the tip of the black iron sword drew a beautiful arc in the night sky, and several strings of fine blood beads fell from it.
It was thrown out of the rotating body and splashed on the dead leaves on the ground. The cold night wind blew through, bringing with it the slightest trace of heat in the blood...
The three bodies with no signs of life were still spinning, and they continued to spin out of the circle surrounding Cohen before falling one after another.
"Do it!" The samurai leading the team shouted and rushed forward, waving their sabers. "You still dare to kill my brother? Come on... uh, uh, uh uh..."
The cold sword edge pierced the throat of the leading warrior, and the words he used to encourage his men were cut in half by Cohen, leaving only a few low moans with blood bubbles trembling in the night wind.
Injured by the fighting spirit on Cohen's sword, the warrior's body could no longer make other movements. The muscles on his face were twitching, and the sword held in the air hung down feebly.
The warriors surrounding Cohen rushed forward. Cohen smiled coldly and pulled away the black iron sword from the body.
With eyes still wide open on the face, the unsupported body fell to its knees on the ground. Only then did a column of blood spurt out from the wound...
A sharp metal hissed in the open space, and the torches maintained by magic power were extinguished one by one. In the faint light, blood mist filled the air. (To be continued)