Panting, Huaiya pulled out his single-edged sword from the corpse of the last enemy and patted the wound on his left side that seemed to be somewhat cracked: "How are these strange groupings arranged?"
The corpse was opened, and Cohen Karabiyan crawled out from underneath in embarrassment. His scalp was numb as he watched Wyatt's sword being pulled out from his ear, and he rolled his eyes.
"I'm really sorry. I'm not as strong as Miranda or Raphael, and I'm not as capable as the battle-hardened Hand-Blade Guards," the vigilance officer said in a perfunctory tone: "So I need your help... Waiya·
Your Excellency, Mr. Kasuo, the Attendant!"
Just now, Cohen and Waiya escaped from the volleys of several elite black sand collars.
"Well, maybe I should be lucky," the attendant took a deep breath and said, "At least I don't have to be separated with the mute - that guy is very sensitive. If I stare at his throat for more than a second, he will notice.
, that look, as if I was the culprit who crushed his throat..."
Cohen stopped and looked at Wyatt with an unhappy expression.
Huaiya was stunned for a second before shrugging awkwardly: "Well, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are the real owner."
"Thank you for your consideration." Cohen replied angrily.
Huaiya looked at the three corpses in front of him, rubbed his shoulders, and sighed: "Your Lordship guessed it right, they sent a small group of elites to disperse the search - if His Highness the Prince is still with us
, his whereabouts have probably been exposed for a long time now, and then he was dragged into trouble by endless harassment."
"Let's go," Cohen breathed, listening to the faint sound of fighting from the east: "We are lucky this time. Their reinforcements received the signal, but were misled by the other side - I don't know if it was the White Blade Guards or the other side.
Our people.”
They walked forward for about tens of seconds and came to a fork.
"Do you want to continue?" Huaiya pointed in one direction and frowned: "We have already..."
Cohen kept up with Wyatt and surpassed him without hesitation: "We can only continue to move forward. We have to create space for the prince and the others."
Huaiya glanced at Cohen, suddenly laughed, and then quickly followed.
In the heavy atmosphere, the security officer turned his eyes to the latter's single-edged sword and frowned slightly: "You are a student of Teacher Chartier, but when you use the sword, you look like someone from Master Shao's side."
Huaiya nodded and frowned.
"I know - the teacher told me that my finishing power is very special, and even my swordsmanship has been affected."
The security officer raised his eyebrows.
Is it just special?
"The fighting style of the 'Sin Shang' series is very dangerous. Many times, it looks like suicide." Cohen thought of the figure in white and said calmly.
"But it is the most accomplished lineage," Huaiya shook his head with a stern face: "Many famous swordsmen or masters came from there."
Cohen nodded slowly: "Since you have just graduated, why did you choose to be an aide-de-camp? Should you be better at swordsmanship if you are from a higher family background?"
"There are many candidates who are more powerful than me and have a nobler background than me," Huaiya shook his head and continued to walk forward: "But the prince is still young, and they need people who can grow up with the prince and be his arms in the future -
The newcomers who have just left the tower are clean and tidy, so they are most suitable for this job."
"Otherwise, the Kasuo family is neither a local Ludol noble with a long pedigree nor a noble imperial heritage like your Karabiyan. Four generations ago, they were just small local squires - a hundred years ago.
, we can’t even be a country squire, let alone an attendant.”
Cohen nodded understandingly.
It is precisely because of this - Cohen said silently: The king can rest assured that you will serve as attendants.
"So, what is it like to be born into a noble family?" Huaiya suddenly turned around and asked, "Not everyone has a family that has been passed down for thousands of years."
Cohen's expression froze.
"A thousand-year-old family?" Cohen was stunned, and then fell into deep thought.
That dark and mysterious forbidden door, those large and small castles...
"You have a lot, but you are burdened with more and can't take it off." Cohen's face darkened slightly: "That's what it feels like."
Huaiya looked at his expression and shrugged.
"The heir to the imperial earl is willing to condescend to serve as a small vigilance officer in the royal capital." The attendant shook his head: "Isn't this unusual?"
what is this.
Cohen said with disdain in his heart: When we were in the Sabertooth Sand Dunes, I was still there - bah bah, the western dialect goes smoothly - I was still fighting with the orcs in the desert.
"My old man said that times are changing, and it is not a bad thing to learn to adapt," Cohen shrugged: "The era when Count Karabiyan was directly appointed as the intelligence chief has passed."
"For an heir to an imperial earl to become a vigilance officer, just think of it as training - to see how the kingdom works."
"It's really not a bad thing," Huaiya shrugged, "That's why we, Kasuo and Karabiyan, have the opportunity to fight side by side here, right?"
Cohen smiled softly: "Remember to tell your grandchildren this story."
"Exactly," Huaiya spread his hands, shook his head and laughed: "'Your grandfather once took risks in Longxiao City with the future Earl of the Kingdom, and went through life and death for the future Supreme King...'"
The next moment, the expressions of both of them changed!
"Qiang!"
The two unsheathed their swords as quickly as possible, bent their knees slightly, stepped apart, and looked nervously at the steps opposite.
A figure wearing armor appeared there.
I saw Tuleha, the "Knight of Fire", slowly coming down the steps step by step, looking at them seriously.
The security officer exhaled a long breath and lamented his "lucky".
Huaiya narrowed his eyes, feeling uneasy.
"Come on, big guy, I haven't forgotten what happened in the cell," the security officer gritted his teeth and made a sword gesture: "It's time to pay off the debt."
In front of them, Tuleha pressed his golden saber expressionlessly.
"It's him again," Huaiya looked nervously at Tuleha in front of him, remembering the scene in the cell, and said solemnly to Cohen:
"Are you sure you want to fight?"
If you run away now, you might have a chance to get rid of him.
"There is no other choice," Cohen frowned: "We will do our best."
Huaiya took a deep breath, raised his single-edged sword, and shook his head: "Okay then."
Tuleha curved one corner of his mouth and walked towards them slowly like a hill.
"You sent almost everyone," Tuleha said with sharp eyes as he listened to the sounds of fighting in his ears, "You even dispersed your manpower and used volleys to counter our volleys at all costs."
"Probably not to assassinate the Grand Duke."
"Where is the Meteor?" He whispered, his voice like thunder.
Cohen and the two frowned.
"Where is your prince?"
Cohen and Wyatt were both stunned.
"You seem to be paying close attention to His Highness the Prince." Huaiya snorted coldly.
Tuleha narrowed his eyes.
"I can feel it," the Fire Knight seemed very relaxed. The Fire Knight slowly drew out his saber, making the two of Cohen more and more nervous: "Your people are spread out, almost in a semicircle, and are gradually approaching the Hall of Heroes."
Cohen took a deep breath.
Really bad.
How did this guy feel it?
"You are not here to break through, but to act as scouts and sentinels," Tuleha said coldly, "to hide the location of certain people and cover up their intentions, right?"
Cohen and Wyatt looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.
"Cambida believes that the middle-aged Lord and the Fallen Star are the greatest threats," he waved his saber gently: "But since we met in the snow, looking at his eyes when facing Nicolai, I
It’s just a gut feeling.”
Tuleha said solemnly: "The seemingly harmless prince is the most dangerous."
"Your prince, where is he?" Tuleha's expression changed and he continued to ask: "What are you planning to do?"
The two of them said nothing, just nervously thinking about how to deal with it later.
But the next moment, Tuleha stepped on his feet and attacked with a sword!
Huaiya, who was nervous, was shocked, and immediately took action with the single-edged sword, directly hitting Tuleha's face.
Cohen's expression changed.
"No!" the security officer shouted angrily, grabbed Huaiya's left arm forcefully, and pulled him back.
Waiya's single-edged sword met Tuleha's golden saber in the air!
The temperature in the air rises sharply.
"Zi!"
The weird sizzling sound sounded again.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.
Huaiya was pulled back five full steps by the security officer until he sat down on the ground.
But he had no time to estimate Cohen.
Huaiya stared blankly at the single-edged sword in his hand: the front edge of the sword had been broken, the fracture was flat, the blade was red, and it was faintly emitting high temperature.
It's like being blown off instantly.
The broken blade kept shaking on the ground.
Opposite them, Tuleha snorted unsurprisingly and flicked the golden saber in his hand, splashing strange sparks in the air.
Cohen and Wyatt watched with numbness as the Burning Knight raised his sword and stabbed it into the wall beside him without any hindrance.
He slowly waved his arm, and the saber slashed across the wall. Sparks flew everywhere, leaving only scorched black marks.
Along with the sizzling sound, an unpleasant roasting smell filled the air.
"Since losing its corresponding prey, the importance of this knife has been greatly reduced." Tuleha pulled his knife out of the wall, as if it were pulled out of water.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people on the ground: "But it is still an effective weapon."
Cohen supported Huaiya and looked at the knife in Tuleha's hand in shock.
That is……
He thought of the old book he had read in the family castle.
Cohen thought again of Tuleha's nickname.
That is……
"This is just a warning," Tuleha said with a serious expression, "I respect your spirit, so..."
"I promise, it will be over soon."
"How could it be..." Huaiya murmured, looking at the break on his weapon, "This is... steel refined in the tower..."
He looked at Tuleha's saber again, and was extremely surprised: "What kind of weapon is that?"
Can actually cut through metal without any hindrance and effortlessly?
Cohen took a deep breath.
"Legendary anti-demon armed force," Cohen replied solemnly, staring at the golden horse fighting knife:
"Saber of the Rising Sun."
"The blazing blade that claims to be able to cut off everything," Cohen said, smelling the burning smell in the air, feeling the rising temperature, and gritted his teeth:
"Also known as: Breath of Hell."
Huaiya was slightly startled.
"Good knowledge," Tuleha nodded approvingly, looking at his weapon: "The sharpest blade in the world - it has temperature."
The faces of the two people on the side of the stars became extremely ugly.
"What should we do now?" Huaiya frowned: "His knife..."
"Yeah." Cohen gritted his teeth.
He watched Tuleha raise the Rising Sun Saber and slowly approach.
The security officer shook his head in embarrassment and heavily, as if thinking to himself: "Faced with a weapon that can cut off almost all weapons and armor..."
"What to do?"
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In another room in the Palace of Heroes.
The little slipper leaned against the wall in a daze.
Thales clenched his fists and remained silent.
The sound of footsteps came.
The deputy star ambassador came to them.
Little Slippery was slightly startled, came to his senses, and looked at Thales as if asking for help.
The prince nodded to her.
Putilai couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Thales in front of him and the little slipper behind him who felt uncomfortable because he had returned to the Palace of Heroes.
"They have dispersed in place," Putilai listened to the faint sounds of fighting around him and estimated their distance:
"Your Highness, it's time for you to set off."
Thales raised his head and looked calmly at Putilai in front of him.
"Will they survive?" he asked bitterly.
Putilai didn't speak, just stared at him silently.
A few seconds later.
"As you said," Mr. Deputy Envoy sighed slightly: "You know very well the key to this chess game. You must put the strongest chess pieces on the battlefield."
"If you win," Putilai said calmly, "we will win."
"No matter how much the sacrifice is."
For a moment, Thales was speechless.
He could only lower his head.
"I," Thales felt his heart heavy, "I'm sorry."
"This was not my plan."
The atmosphere was very depressing, and the little slippery man pursed his lips and was worried.
"I know, Your Highness," Putilai shook his head and said with a normal expression, "I know."
"We had no choice but to break into the city gate. This was an accident. We were discovered there again, which was another accident."
"In the end we had to do this."
Putilai squatted down slowly.
"But one of the most fascinating things in life," Mr. Deputy Envoy sighed softly, "is that there are always accidents that interrupt our planned dreams."
Putilai's eyes were far away, as if he was recalling the past: "Accident."
"I know," Thales took a deep breath, looked at the floor tiles, and tried his best to expel unnecessary emotions from his mind: "Just, listen to them..."
Putilai lowered his eyelids and remained motionless.
"Putilai, I'm sorry," Thales sighed, and finally gave up and continued: "Take care."
At this moment.
"Your Highness."
Mr. Deputy Ambassador suddenly interrupted Thales.
I saw him let out a long sigh, as if he had made some decision.
"Before leaving," Putilai lowered his head and nodded slowly: "I want you to know something."
"Please don't feel guilty for me."
Thales frowned and looked at the deputy envoy.
But Putilai's face was hidden in the gloom, and he couldn't see it clearly.
Thales felt inexplicably that Putilai was very abnormal at this time.
"Twelve years ago, I was at the border between Exeter and the Stars, working with the Secret Service to collect intelligence for the Diplomacy Department," Putilai's voice trembled slightly: "In the summer of that year, I once made
a decision."
Thales became more and more confused.
"A simple decision, a light suggestion."
He said in a low voice, his voice as light as a fallen feather: "As long as I nod slightly, the proposal about Exeter will be sent back to the country..."
Thales suddenly thought of something, and an inexplicable panic arose.
Twelve years ago.
Exter...
Putilai paused slightly, as if unable to speak.
"But that was a mistake..."
"An unforgivable mistake..." Mr. Deputy Envoy gasped slightly: "This has ushered in a disaster in the north."
"The flames of war raged, rivers of blood flowed, and corpses littered the fields."
At that moment, Thales was shocked.
He raised his head suddenly and looked at Putilai in disbelief:
"What?"
King Nun's voice seemed to echo in his ears again.
[That is the assassin from your star...]
Thales stared blankly at the thin man in front of him.
Putilai raised his head, trembling slightly on the way.
His face was filled with deathly and gloomy sadness.
"I have lied to myself countless times, telling myself that it was not my fault, convincing myself that it was just an accident, just an assassin's stupid mistake..."
"I even learned to be indifferent, learn to be indifferent, and told myself: forget the past."
"But that's useless," the deputy envoy said with a gloomy expression and his tone seemed to be full of despair, "Fate is so magical, full of accidents and full of necessity."
"The sins you have committed will eventually come back to you."
"Whether you run away or not."
Thales looked at this man's confession, but his heart went blank.
He didn't know how to react.
"So, Your Highness, when I hear you say that you want to stop the war, want to change, want to redeem, want to do something..."
Putilai's eyes were red and his expression was sad and peaceful.
"I'm really happy." He said softly with a bitter smile.
Thales looked back at him blankly: "Putilai..."
Putilai took a deep breath, calmed his expression, and his eyes flashed: "Tiles Bright Star."
Hearing him call his name directly, Thales moved slightly.
Putilai looked at him quietly, his eyes firm.
The next second, Putilai slowly pressed his right chest, nodded slowly, and spoke solemnly.
"Working with you."
"I am very honored."
As soon as he finished speaking, Putilai stood up decisively, turned around and left.
Thales was left stunned.
The second prince frowned, breathing rapidly, and his thoughts were confused.
In the room, there was only the little slicker's unclear questioning voice.
A few minutes later.
Outside the Hall of Heroes, densely packed black sand-collar soldiers formed a tight defense line, vigilantly paying attention to everything around them, not even letting go of inexplicable noises in the walls, with dedicated personnel listening.
Their actions even affected the four Grand Dukes, who frequently looked at them.
Viscount Cambida calmly listened to the reports from his subordinates, nodding from time to time.
Finally, after a reward, Cambida's expression changed slightly.
He hesitated for a second, then gestured to his deputy, and decisively turned around and left.
Accompanied by a team of soldiers, Cambida walked through layers of tight defenses, responding to the salutes of his subordinates from time to time. Finally, he turned around a corridor.
In this corridor, two teams of soldiers from the Black Sand Territory escorted a prisoner to Cambida.
Cambida frowned.
"Meeting under such circumstances..." the Viscount of Menton City said calmly: "Should I be surprised?"
"Your Excellency, you have thrown yourself into a trap?"
In front of Kambida's eyes, the deputy envoy of the Star Mission, Lord Putilai Niman, had his arms clasped, and he raised his head calmly and looked at him.