"So, my finishing power has the characteristics of the rumored 'Sword of Disaster'?"
In a side room in the temple, Wyatt Castle crossed his arms with a solemn expression.
On the pile of debris in front of him, Cohen was bandaging his previously scratched arm.
"It looks like this - at least it feels very similar," the vigilance officer was dealing with the injury absentmindedly while looking at the attendant in front of him carefully: "Are you indeed Mr. Chatiel's student?"
Huaiya glanced at Putilai and Raphael on the other side of the room and sighed.
"I swear on my life and honor," he said helplessly: "Three years ago, on the eve of awakening the power of the end, I obtained the qualification to enter the House of Heritage. Teacher Shatil taught me a... special
swordsmanship."
Huaiya's eyes stayed in mid-air, thinking of the past.
The unparalleled sharp edge of no return was born at that time.
Cohen observed his expression carefully, while recalling all the interrogation and identification techniques he had learned during his military service and work in the Security Agency.
But he still couldn't see anything.
strangeness.
Cohen said secretly in his heart.
The Sword of Disaster is clearly a sinner and traitor in the Tower of Ends, and that kind of power is even considered taboo by Jedi.
But why, why did Master Chatier's students...
In addition, why is the power of the Sword of Disaster taboo? Is it because the destructive power is too shocking? The fighting style is too fierce?
Something is not quite right.
Cohen thought instinctively.
Cohen had another question in his mind.
Sword of Disaster, Secret Science.
His eyes turned to Raphael who was discussing something with Putilai.
Cohen clenched his fist slightly: Not now, they are still in danger.
In the end, Cohen could only shrug his shoulders, but the warning in his eyes still did not drop: "I will remember to ask, Miranda is the seed of the 'Pegasus' series, and she is very familiar with Master Chartier."
"Oh, 'The Undefeated Miranda'," Huaiya's eyelids moved slightly and he and Cohen looked at each other: "I've heard her name for a long time."
"I guess so," Cohen looked at Huaiya's expression and hummed: "After all, he is the latest chief."
Huaiya looked back at him and nodded.
"Thank you," the prince's young attendant mused: "Whether it is your misunderstanding or your understanding, Karabiyan Vigilance Officer."
But then he changed the topic: "And should you tell me about the Sword of Disaster, after you used this name to chase us half a street with a sword?"
Cohen's pupils narrowed slightly.
"I can't say anything more," the vigilance officer patted his shoulder, "but since you are the son of Count Gilbert Castle and the prince's attendant..."
Cohen smiled at Wyatt: "I think your suspicion has been lifted for the time being."
Huaiya's face looked a little unnatural for a moment.
"Huh," Huaiya's cheeks moved slightly and his tone raised: "What if I'm not his son?"
Cohen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wyatt.
But in the end he just shook his head and said nothing.
Huaiya exhaled a breath from his nose, seemingly dissatisfied.
"correct."
The attendant raised his head:
"Have you ever had a problem with Rolf?"
Seeing Cohen's confused expression at that moment, Wyatt moved his mouth to the right and gestured: "The lame, the mute."
On the other side of the room, Rolf, who was wearing a silver mask from his throat to his chin, was staring at this side as a star soldier replaced the splint on his broken arm.
Cohen scratched his head and avoided the other party's sight with some embarrassment.
"Well, is that true?" the security officer shook his head helplessly: "Do you know why he is mute?"
Wyatt frowned.
"That's our holiday." Cohen raised his eyebrows and concluded.
The attendant looked at Rolf and then at the vigilance officer, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Huaiya breathed out: "You know, His Highness saved his life, so he is now serving His Highness..."
"Okay, I get it," Cohen said with a headache: "I will try to talk to him as little as possible...if he can still talk."
At this moment, a small figure walked into the room, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
That was the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, Thales Bright Star, who looked troubled and distracted.
"Wow," the Karabiyan police officer said to Waiya with a slight doubt in his tone, "Is he always like this?"
Huaiya shook his head, also looking confused.
Putilai stepped forward.
"Your Highness," the thin deputy envoy asked teasingly: "Is your date with the goddess of the moon over?"
Thales came back to his senses. He raised his head with a confused look on his face.
"Putilai," he pondered: "What is the significance of the existence of gods?"
Cohen's eyebrows raised slightly, and he poked Huaiya beside him.
"Ah, I knew it," the security officer glanced at the prince's face and said helplessly: "Never discuss life with priests, they will only mess up your mind."
"Fortunately they are not Mingye's sacrifices," Huaiya shrugged: "They are even crazier."
Putilai glanced at the other two reproachfully.
"I don't know the answer to this question, Your Highness," Mr. Deputy Envoy raised his chin slightly, looked down at Thales, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "But I am very sure that no matter what kind of existence they are, they cannot be changed.
Your current situation - as an unlucky prince in trouble."
Thales was slightly startled, and then broke away from the conversation with the high priest just now, and focused his attention on what was in front of him.
"Yes, the current situation, the current situation," Thales shook his head and forced himself to think about the current situation.
He shifted his gaze to Putilai, and then remembered the time when they had just escaped here.
Thales looked at this thin man who habitually rubbed the pipe in his hand, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at him carefully.
"You, Putilai," Thales frowned and thought of something: "When I was captured by Lumba, it was you who... found Mi Ke and Nikolai and rescued me?
"
Putilai raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head slightly, and quietly acknowledged his words.
"Probably so," he said softly, seemingly unconcerned.
Thales was surprised: "You... how did you do it?"
Putilai sighed slightly.
"It's actually not that difficult, Your Highness."
The thin deputy envoy stared closely at his pipe, as if there were some nice lines on it.
"Not long after you disappeared, disaster occurred. The city was under martial law. The White Blade Guards followed King Nunn out in all their strength, but the king disappeared in the battle." He said calmly: "Simple things suddenly became complicated."
"But the smell of conspiracy in the air has become stronger and stronger." Putilai tapped his chin lightly.
"But how do you know, know where I am..." Confusion flashed in Thales's eyes.
Putilai's eyes turned to the ghost on the other side of the room.
"Rolfe came back in embarrassment," Putilai retracted his hand that was about to get the flint: "The only news he brought back was the words 'Black Sand Collar', 'Stars' and 'Abducted' - in
After considering the consequences and connections of these things, including the pitfalls, everything is clear."
Thales' face moved slightly.
"While King Nun's order was still in effect, I evacuated everyone in the mission from the Palace of Heroes as quickly as possible," Putilai said, "Then I contacted the Secret Service."
"Secret science?"
Thales opened his mouth wide: "Do you still have contact with the secret department?"
"When I was young, I worked with them for some time." Putilai shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk more.
Thales's heart moved, and another thought came up: "What about Nikolai? The White Blade Guards?"
"That was a pure surprise - I didn't expect others to help, but the people who disappeared with the king also included Nikolai and the personal guards of the White Blade Guards," Putilai shrugged: "So I guess
, no matter who our enemy is, the White Blade Guards are our only remaining allies."
"Ally?" Thales looked confused.
"Yes," Putilai nodded: "Although time is tight and resources are limited, we have finally formed a temporary tripartite alliance like us, the Secret Division, and the White Blade Guard."
Although not very reliable.
Each party is wary of the other two and hides many secrets.
Putilai said secretly.
"The secret department has channels for intelligence and enemies, and the White Blade Guards have the manpower and internal location." Putilai glanced at Raphael and shook his head with emotion: "So the rescue plan began - although we were not sure at all.
Is the person inside you?"
"Of course, the result is very good," Putilai glanced at Miranda and Cohen at this point: "There is also an unexpected surprise."
Thales lowered his head and was silent for a long time.
After a while, he raised his head again.
"Thank you, Putilai." He heard himself say this, his tone was lost and his words were confused.
"Thank you."
When Putilai saw the prince's appearance, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh:
"It's just my job."
Thales turned his head and glanced elsewhere.
Then he was startled.
"Wait, where is Ada?" Thales opened his eyes wide, trying to find the elf guard.
But Putilai just shook his head, with a worried look on his face.
"She set out to look for you a long time ago and has not returned yet," Mr. Deputy Envoy gently squeezed the pipe in his hand: "I originally thought you would come back with her."
Thales was slightly startled.
"I know," he murmured, "She...she said she wanted to stop a powerful enemy."
Unknown thoughts flashed in Putilai's eyes.
"Really?" He stared at Thales closely.
"Then you can only choose to believe her."
Thales said nothing.
Ada's image came to mind.
He clenched his fists involuntarily.
"But before that..." I saw a strange luster in Putilai's eyes. He turned around and looked at the other Star People in the room: "We have to plan the next step, Your Highness."
When Thales heard this, his breathing slowly slowed down: "Next step?"
Is there any next step?
Thales suddenly remembered the letter sent by Gilbert.
In the letter, the former Foreign Minister tirelessly encouraged the Prince of Stars and imparted his experience and insights on dealing with the North without hesitation. His words were full of confidence in him.
Thales lowered his head with a gloomy expression.
For a moment, when he read the letter, he thought he had perfectly completed Gilbert's assignment.
Successfully eased the conflict between Exeter and the Kingdom of Stars.
However……
Putilai's sharp eyes glanced at the surrounding star people, past Willow who was consulting veteran Gennard on his skills, Rolf who was conditioning his arm, Miranda who was meditating alone, and others, before returning to Thales.
"Yes," Deputy Ambassador Xingchen's tone suddenly increased and became extremely serious: "Our next step is to leave Longxiao City and Exeter."
Thales slowly frowned.
leave.
What a relaxing word.
A month ago, a week ago, or even a few hours ago, when he heard this word, his heart would skip a beat, and he could not wait to cheer secretly.
Leaving at that time meant liberation and the end.
Leaving this rough and hostile country ends the damn journey.
but now……
Now.
leave?
"To put it simply..." Raphael's voice came from behind Putilai, and the figure of the man from the secret department appeared in front of Thales.
"Just run away, run for your life," Raphael's expression was still calm and his tone was still relaxed, but it made people unconsciously nervous: "Before the dragon kingdom, under the conspiracy and lies, swallows us all."
Escape.
Thales' breathing became erratic.
He clenched his fists again.
leave.
Escape.
leave?
Escape?
"Wait a minute, the Exeters - I mean what did the White Blade Guards say?" Cohen saw Raphael coming, so he also stepped forward and raised his question: "After all, they were the ones who brought us out.
.”
A cold voice came from the door.
"Not much difference."
Everyone was slightly startled, and then they realized that Nicolai was already standing at the door of the room, casting a pair of cold eyes towards them.
Michael stood beside him, his expression still gloomy.
"Our manpower will take Miss Walton away." The Faller seemed to have dealt with the new wounds on his body and changed the damaged clothes: "I will go alone to inform Prime Minister Lisban, who is His Majesty's most trusted person.
One of the people."
Hearing the plan of the Fallen Starman, Thales was moved in his heart and couldn't help but frown.
"prime minister?"
"Will he help you?" The prince couldn't help but asked: "For example, resist or even annihilate Lumba, and also prove the truth?"
"Is there any room for redemption?"
Nicolai said nothing.
But his eyes were getting colder and colder.
Thales also realized something.
He also let go of his lips that were about to ask questions and gasped unconsciously.
The person who spoke out to answer the prince's question was Michael next to Nicolai.
"It's very difficult." This man who suffered a huge blow overnight, the former White Blade Guard, the king's former officer, Byrne Michael seemed very tired, his voice was very hoarse, as if it had been worn by sand: "Wo
The direct bloodline of the Dun family has been severed, leaving only a little girl who cannot inherit."
Thales' face turned pale.
more than.
There was a little voice talking to him in his heart.
The consequences don't stop there.
It will get worse.
Worse.
"Perhaps, Longxiao City is destined to usher in a new family leader," Putilai also sighed and whispered: "But Exeter will continue to exist - not even a prime minister can change it.
"
Nicolai raised his head suddenly.
There were two more blushes on his pale face.
"But the truth still needs to be spread, and hatred must be washed away with blood," Meteorite gritted his teeth, with endless anger and hatred in his eyes: "Your Majesty's blood feud is a humiliation with a bare blade."
Michael on the other side sighed deeply, and Thales could feel it: he had mixed emotions about the late King of Co-Execution.
yes.
That king.
The king who is unforgettable, the king who died so tragically or heroically that I don’t know whether it was tragic or heroic.
Noon Walton VII.
Thales lowered his head, feeling cold in his heart, as if King Nun's head was still spinning under his feet.
His words rang in my ears repeatedly.
"In that case," Putilai changed the subject and asked seriously: "Miss Walton, where are you going to take her?"
"Everything away from the threat of Lombard." Nicolai raised his gaze, his eyes bright, as if he had restored the image of the shrewd, capable, crisp and clean commander of the White Blade Guards.
"Complete our unfulfilled responsibilities to Walton and the King."
Thales lowered his eyelids.
Little slippery head.
Her fate...
The day before yesterday, last night, this morning.
Her fate has turned around countless times.
Every time, I fall deeper into the abyss.
Putilai rolled his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"How about going to Star Kingdom?"
The deputy envoy pondered, seeming to make a serious suggestion: "That is a place that neither Lombard nor Exeter can touch - far away from the disputes in Exeter's country."
Thales' heart moved.
He remembered the words of the Scarlet Witch: "Since nothing can be done, then capture the blood of a Walton and return it to the stars as a bargaining chip, right?"
Nicolai snorted coldly, his tone unkind.
"We have discussed this issue," Meteorite said coldly: "You know my attitude, Imperial people."
Michael also shook his head slowly, looking serious.
"Behind the conspiracy, the darkroom is also involved," Raphael interjected. He stared at the ground tightly, and there was something in his words: "Although the white blade is sharp, there must be gaps."
"I have not forgotten the origin of all this disaster, boy from the secret department," Nicolai crossed his arms, looked at Raphael with a dagger-like gaze, and then smiled softly: "However, at this time,
It's time for you stars to take care of yourselves - thanks to your own gifts."
"The rest may not be clear, but Lumba wants war," the Faller said coldly: "With what happened today, maybe he will get his wish soon."
Raphael frowned.
Thales felt a chill in his heart.
Too busy to take care of yourself.
Get your wish.
war.
yes.
Kingdom of Stars... Thales closed his eyes and couldn't help but think of Broken Dragon Fortress and the people in the fortress.
The heroic and generous flower of the fortress, Sonia Satherley.
The wrath of the kingdom with a violent temper and unapproachability, Alaka Mu.
There were also countless soldiers of the Fury Guard who died in the charge in front of the fortress.
Thales closed his eyes tightly and couldn't help but tremble slightly.
[More than half of my soldiers, including your envoy, are dead.]
【Just to send you here.】
That volcano-like furious warrior, Baron Mu's voice echoed in his mind.
【Don’t let their death be in vain.】
Thales was shaking more and more violently.
Death in vain.
Death in vain...
Looking at the provocative look in the Meteorite's eyes, Raphael stopped talking.
"I strongly suggest that you reconsider my proposal." Putilai insisted.
"Oh? Then you might as well consider my proposal?" Nicolai turned to the deputy envoy and sneered: "I may not be able to convince the Earl of Lisbon alone, but if there is someone who is stigmatized but fearless of danger,
It should be more convincing if the Prince of Stars is with you."
His eyes turned to Thales.
But the second prince still closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless.
"Of course," Nicolai turned around and looked at Miranda who was wiping her sword, "the same goes for the heir to the Duke of the North."
Raphael snorted softly.
Cohen rolled his eyes.
Putilai sighed: "Let's go back to the previous agenda."
Nicolai smiled and stopped talking.
Raphael returned to the topic with a calm expression:
"What are your reliable ways out of the city? You have to avoid the eyes and ears of the black market, patrols or dark rooms."
"Not many," Nikolai shook his head: "There were originally a lot, but Kaslan... he also knows a lot."
Raphael narrowed his eyes: "We do have one..."
At this time.
"What will happen?"
Everyone was slightly startled.
After a few seconds, everyone realized that the person who interrupted was Thales.
He is the second prince who has always been silent.
Nicolai frowned: "What?"
Thales raised his head, his eyes confused.
It was as if many people suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Kessel, Gilbert, Jenard, Sonia, Araka, Willow...
But in his mind, Thales couldn't catch any of them.
"Let's just leave," Thales's voice became extremely hoarse, like a river that has dried up for a long time:
"gone."
Putilai seemed to have sensed something. He walked up behind Thales keenly, held his shoulders, and signaled gently.
However, Thales seemed unaware.
He still spoke softly, his voice tired and trembling:
"Exter, what will happen?"
"Xingchen, what will happen?"
Cohen and Wyatt looked at each other, with shame on their faces and turned away.
Raphael's expression remained motionless, but his hands were slightly clasped.
"We came with the mission of creating peace, but we just left." Thales' voice was very low, but in the quiet temple, it made people feel uneasy:
"Ran away."
Thales didn't understand why and sneered with mixed emotions.
He just felt very tired.
very tired.
"The future of the stars and Exeter," he said through gritted teeth while suppressing the discomfort in his throat, "What will happen?"
Miranda sighed in the distance, and the sigh was clearly audible.
Putilai said nothing.
His eyelids drooped slightly.
His face showed endless exhaustion and frustration.
But he immediately raised his gaze and stared straight at Thales.
"Your Highness," the deputy envoy's voice was also very tired, "Actually, you know."
"Is not it."
Thales was shocked at that moment and couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Exter has lost a king," Putilai said slowly in his longest and deepest tone: "Longxiao City has lost its lord family."
Nicolai's face turned red and his teeth chattered, almost breaking his back molars.
Michael tilted his head with a sad look in his eyes.
"But the stars became the scapegoat for the murderer," Putilai continued.
Cohen lowered his head deeply, and Miranda clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand.
The deputy envoy slowly took out the flint and steel from his pocket.
Snapped.
He lit the tobacco in his pipe.
"Lumba has solved his biggest threat and has taken the situation into his own hands," Putilai chuckled, but there was a deep chill in his words, "I don't know what his next plan will be."
In the room, smoke slowly rose from Putilai's hand.
Raphael stared at Thales quietly, his expression as stiff as ice.
"It won't be a good thing anyway." Mr. Deputy Ambassador slowly put his mouth on the cigarette holder, his face was serious and his eyes were focused.
The next moment, Putilai suddenly bit the cigarette holder and took a deep puff.
He blew out a puff of smoke, his expression struggling.
"Indeed, you and we, our entire mission, are burdened with the expectations and burdens of the entire star, and come with the mission of eliminating the scourge of war." Putilai's speaking speed slowly increased, and his breathing gradually became faster, "But at this time
It’s time to recognize the facts.”
Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath of smoky air.
really.
As Putilai said.
Tobacco, a specialty of the Northland.
Very choking.
Very spicy.
feeling bad.
Thales exhaled the smoke and his eyes were red from the smoke.
He turned his head, trembling slightly, to avoid the smoke.
In the haze of smoke, Putilai slowly turned his head and cast his eyes at Thales, with a sad and firm look in his eyes: