Cohen breathed out: From just now to now, he didn't understand anything.
The security officer almost began to doubt himself.
He made up his mind that no matter what this couple said, he would force them to stop this kind of guessing game that always made him frustrated and made him feel isolated - even though this situation was still there when he was still in the Tower of the End.
Appears often.
"So?" Cohen said angrily: "Do you want to tell us the truth? The Sword of Disaster? The Secret Department? And the reason why you are here?"
Raphael looked at him with subtle eyes.
"Hey!" Cohen patted his sword unconsciously: "I wouldn't mind teaming up with Miranda to deal with you..."
Raphael looked at Cohen's appearance and suddenly smiled.
"You know, Cohen," the young man in white resumed his usual optimistic tone: "I have always envied you."
"Simple world, simple ideas, simple happiness."
"As beautiful as a chivalric novel."
Cohen was stunned.
Simple……
Chivalry Novels…
Cohen suddenly frowned: This guy really knows how to curse at the right time!
Miranda chuckled.
Raphael looked at Miranda's smile and his eyes moved.
Immediately, he also released a smile.
A feeling of familiarity came over Cohen.
It seems that this was also the case when the three people were still in the tower.
"Remember, keep a low profile and hide," Raphael slowly turned around and whispered to them: "Find a good hiding place - don't look for people like Gu again."
The next moment, Raphael's figure disappeared out of the alley.
"Hello!"
Cohen's expression changed and he was about to chase him out, but Miranda grabbed his arm.
"Cohen!" Miranda lowered her head and said quietly: "Stop chasing him."
Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.
"You just let him go like that?" The security officer raised his hand in the air angrily: "It's the first time we've met in three years - and you didn't ask anything? Including about the Sword of Disaster?"
Miranda did not raise her head or look in the direction where Raphael disappeared. She said absently: "No need to ask, after all, he still has the mission of the secret department."
He stared blankly at the bowed female swordsman, at the chief among the eight seeds of the Terminator Tower.
wrong.
Cohen suddenly noticed that Miranda's black hair should have been tied into a ponytail.
But I don't know when they dispersed.
Cohen was horrified when he remembered something.
He lowered his head and found Miranda's headband in the moonlight.
The headband has been broken.
The cut was smooth - as if cut by a sword.
Cohen's expression suddenly changed.
This is... the time when Raphael and Miranda fought for the first time...
"He?" Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief: "Raphael just...withheld his hand?"
Fights between swordsmen are always unpredictable.
It may be easy to kill a swordsman.
But to be merciful to a swordsman - this means that you must at least have superb swordsmanship and situation control that are more than one step above the opponent.
The key is... Cohen clearly remembers that although he ranked second in the comprehensive assessment, among the eight seeds, when it comes to one-on-one sword fighting, Raphael is definitely one of the bottom three.
But now...
Miranda said nothing.
Cohen breathed hard. He looked at the truncated rope on the ground and realized that his old friend had indeed become a stranger.
"Miranda," Cohen, who was confused in his thoughts, struggled to speak: "What does that last story you told, about the knight and the princess... mean?"
Miranda was silent for a few seconds.
"Humph, Cohen," Miranda smiled bitterly: "As the son of the Karabiyan family of the 'Two Towers and Long Swords', your historical knowledge is really poor."
Cohen's face turned red.
All right.
He could only admit it.
But he is indeed not familiar with the history of the Kings period! That is what historians should do, right?
"The knight's name is Comorra Carruther," Miranda explained in a low voice. She looked at the ground and shook her head: "And the princess, the daughter of his enemy, later became his wife.
."
"What a vulgar plot!"
Cohen frowned: "Wait...Comorra, does this name sound familiar?"
Miranda ignored him and continued her story:
"After that, the knight fought for twenty years, quelled the terrible war, brought peace and stability, and established his ideal country."
Cohen's brows became more and more serious.
Calm down the terrible war...
Established an ideal country...
"Because his achievements were so great that they were unprecedented, even the Patriarch of the Myojin Church could not find a suitable ceremony for his coronation and canonization." Miranda chuckled and said faintly: "So, the knight's wife knitted it with her own hands.
A garland of jasmine flowers to crown him."
"His subordinates and people gave him an unprecedented title..."
Miranda finished speaking calmly:
"Supreme Emperor."
At that moment, Cohen's mouth opened as wide as possible.
"This is the story of the first emperor in history, Emperor Comorra, who conquered all directions and established an ancient empire."
Cohen's eyes were dazed and he kept scratching his hair.
Well...it seems that his historical knowledge is indeed very poor.
"So, what Raphael means..." Cohen asked hesitantly.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
Miranda turned her head, suddenly stretched out her hands and put them on Cohen's broad shoulders.
He hugged the security officer.
Then, she buried her face in his chest.
Then he pressed his entire body weight towards Cohen.
Cohen suddenly froze.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds passed.
Cohen stared blankly at Miranda in his arms.
The next moment he reacted, he was immediately frightened out of his wits!
What is going on here?
Miranda...the vicious Miranda - was actually in his arms...
its not right!
That’s not how the script was written!
Far Eastern proverbs say it - a friend's wife is not allowed...
If she comes to her senses, I will...
If Raphael knew, I wasn't...
At this moment.
"sorry!"
The female swordsman's words, trembling and crying, came muffled from Cohen's arms.
Cohen was suddenly shocked.
Crying tone?
"From now on, treat you as a wall," Miranda's voice was a little blurry and changed: "I need to lean against it for a while."
It seemed like I was about to cry.
Cohen lowered his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda.
The look of the female swordsman, who had always been strong and self-reliant, actually surprised Cohen even more than throwing herself into his arms and confessing her love to him.
Cohen also noticed that Miranda, whose face was leaning in his arms, and the hands on his shoulders were trembling slightly.
"Well, Miranda," Cohen, who was at a loss, could only pat Miranda on the back awkwardly:
"It's okay, you are the Chief Seed of the Terminator Tower and the future Duchess of the North, Lady Miranda Allende!"
"No matter what happens, you can..."
etc.
Cohen was startled.
He thought of Miranda's keen observation.
Could it be that……
"Miranda?" Cohen was stunned, "Did you discover something during the battle just now? So... the conversation between you and Raphael started to become strange after the battle."
Miranda trembled in his arms again.
Cohen confirmed his suspicion.
"It's Raphael, right? You hit his sword - and then you found something!" Thinking of Raphael's appearance, Cohen gritted his teeth and asked: "Raphael... what happened to him?
What's up?"
Miranda shivered again.
Cohen looked at Miranda's look and felt indescribably sad.
"I can't tell you, but..."
"very bad."
Following Miranda's hoarse voice, the female swordsman's head leaning on Cohen's arms trembled slightly again:
"Something terrible...happened to Raphael."
"It's bad."
"Very bad."
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Palace of Heroes, Hall of Heroes.
"Tell me," in the firelight, the long-haired Archduke Kulikun Roni frowned, looked at Thales with a strange expression, and said in his usual serious tone: "If Walton really forms an alliance with Lombard
If so, what are your plans?"
Thales opened his mouth slightly, feeling a little embarrassed: "Well, actually..."
At this moment.
A second footsteps came from outside the stone hall.
The two people in the hall turned their eyes at the same time.
As the shadow moved into the hall, a third person appeared in front of Thales and Grand Duke Ronny.
Thales stared at the visitor blankly.
Jarhead, who had a puzzled look on his face, and Perseus Trudida, the Grand Duke of Southern Exeter and the Rebuilder of the Tower, raised their heads, looked at Grand Duke Ronny, and then looked at Thales.
"Oh, oh," Trudida looked at Ronnie with a strange expression: "Your Highness Thales, you didn't tell me that you also invited someone else - and it's the glorious and proud Ronnie?"
"You would also be interested in such intrigues?"
Grand Duke Ronny frowned deeply, thinking about something.
Thales smiled awkwardly: "Please don't be offended..."
These two people?
"Kick...kick...kick..."
Another burst of footsteps came from outside the hall.
Ronnie and Trudida looked at each other and looked at the person coming.
Following the footsteps of the old man, the bald Duke Lecco, who was guarding the city in the north, slowly walked into the meeting hall with a cautious look on his face.
Thales took a deep breath.
three people?
Three Grand Dukes?
"Huh?" Grand Duke Lecco, who was a certain age, couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw the three people present: "It seems like it's quite lively here?"
"It seems that someone is treating us like monkeys?" Trudida stared at Thales with a complicated expression: "This little prince of the stars has promised me to meet alone..."
"Kid," Grand Duke Ronnie spoke slowly, with a fierce look on his face: "You..."
Thales' face twitched and he forced a smile: "It's actually not what you think..."
"I knew there was something wrong!" An obviously unhappy voice reached the ears of the four people in the hall.
Thales, Ronny, Trudida and Leko all turned around: the bearded Archduke of Wellandland, Rebien Olesiu walked into the meeting hall with heavy steps and a gloomy face.
Thales sighed deeply.
Four Grand Dukes.
"It seems," Thales opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Dear Sirs..."
"They are all secretly trying to overthrow the Walton royal family..."
"I'm very interested!"
The four princes looked at each other, and soon they understood something.
"I know," Archduke Alessio looked at the stiff-faced Thales with an angry face: "Kid, you didn't tell everyone the same thing, did you?"
"I really admire you," the long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie sighed and shook his head: "You can attract all of us here with just a few words."
Thales took a deep breath and endured the unkind looks of several archdukes.
"How about we wait a little longer? Wait until all five of us are here?" Trudida said sarcastically: "Maybe that kid Perfit is on his way here?"
Just when Thales was about to be unable to bear the questioning of several grand dukes, more and more footsteps sounded.
The four Grand Dukes frowned at the same time and looked around.
In the meeting hall, many people dressed as guards and servants filed in.
Many braziers were lit.
The stone hall suddenly became as bright as day.
A familiar voice came from the vicissitudes of life:
"It really touched me."
The old voice made the four princes change their expressions at the same time.
"The fierce and decisive Lebien Olesiu."
"Cunning Perseus Trudida"
"The unsmiling Kurikun Roni."
"And the seemingly loyal Rogers Lecco."
"With just a little provocation, all four Grand Dukes are suspecting and conspiring against your king?"
"I'm not dead yet, so am I so anxious to target Exeter's throne?"
Surrounded by two rows of white-blade guards and Nikolai, Nun Walton VII stepped into his council chamber with a majestic look on his face.
The king of Exeter came to the high seat on the long table under the soul-killing gun, raised his head, and cast his eyes on the four grand dukes.
At that moment, Thales suddenly realized that the old king was so tall.
Marquis Shles and Putilai also came to Thales in the crowd. The former wore his usual smile and nodded to him, while the latter pursed his lips and observed everything in the field.
The four grand dukes looked at each other with different expressions, and then looked at King Nun.
"Fuck you, kid," Archduke Olesiu sighed and stared at Thales fiercely: "Conspired with the king... to trick us all?"
"What should we do now? Your Majesty?" Ronnie sat down on the table without a care in the world: "Are you going to punish the four of us just because we came to the meeting hall to get together?"
"Or," Trudida glanced at Thales with ill intentions, sending chills down the latter's spine: "You kid over there, want to accuse us of plotting something against the throne?"
"Our entourage and guards are all above, Your Majesty," Archduke Lecco exhaled with a complicated expression, "If you want to kill us, now is an unprecedented good opportunity."
Oops.
Thales sighed, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have attracted a lot of hatred.
Thales could only smile and spread his hands: "Actually, these are His Majesty Nunn..."
At this moment, King Nun interrupted him.
"Perseus is right," King Nunn exhaled slowly, his vicissitudes but majestic voice echoed in the stone hall: "There is only one thing we have to do."
Under King Nuen's sharp gaze, the four princes were all stunned.
Just listen to the old king speaking slowly in his old but powerful voice: