In full view of everyone, Cohen strode towards the Black Prophet, the young man behind him.
"Raphael!"
The nobles around the Thirteen Stones all turned their heads to look.
Cohen suppressed his emotions and called out to the young man: "Raphael Lindbergh!"
The young man in white robe also saw Cohen striding towards him. He showed a frivolous smile, whispered in Morat's ear for a while, and then faced Cohen.
"You have been missing for three whole years!" Cohen's anger was even noticed by the king and the two dukes on the high seat.
"Cohen!" The young man's voice was brisk and bright - just as endearing as his appearance. He opened his arms toward Cohen: "You are still so energetic!"
Cohen slapped the other person's arm away unceremoniously: "Why don't you say goodbye?"
He looked at the royalists in the distance and Lord Morat Hansen, who was standing alone with no one approaching, and said in disbelief: "You... are following the 'Black Prophet' now? Do you know what he has in his hands?"
How much blood and sin..."
"That is the misunderstanding of the world," Raphael said with a smile: "Master Hansen's contribution to the stars and his huge sacrifice far exceed that of any other adult present."
Cohen was stunned and couldn't find the words to refute for a while, so he could only say: "We will talk about this later. What have you done in the past three years..."
"Stay by Mr. Hansen's side, listen to and follow his teachings." Raphael still had that calm expression.
"Teaching?" Cohen was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed from surprise to anger: "Is this the reason? You abandoned Miranda for three years for no reason! The reason is to listen to the teachings of that poisonous snake?"
"Miss Miranda?" Raphael gently crossed his arms and suddenly became cold:
"She never belonged to me, so why leave her?"
Cohen looked at his old friend in disbelief, as if he was meeting him for the first time.
"Are you crazy? Miranda is still waiting for you to find..."
"For her own good, please give up those unrealistic thoughts."
Cohen's eyes widened, and then he sighed: "If you think you are not worthy of her, then I can tell you right now, she doesn't care at all..."
"That was in the past, people change." Raphael interrupted him coldly, "I used to like her very much, but now I don't, that's it."
The young man in white noticed the gazes from the six stone seats and said softly: "This occasion is not suitable for reminiscing about the past. Please excuse me."
But when he turned around, his shoulders were held tightly by Cohen!
"You haven't finished speaking yet," Cohen suppressed his anger: "Damn it - what's wrong with you! It's impossible for a person to change so fast!"
Raphael, with a cold expression, grabbed Cohen's hand: "That's because you have never seen my true colors, the heir to the Twin Towers Sword, the Karabiyan Security Officer."
Cohen pressed Raphael's shoulder firmly, with anger and surprise in his eyes.
He knew that the young man in front of him was a genius with a photographic memory in the Tower of the End. During the same period of the Tower of the End, he was even the first person to awaken the power of the end. And in the final assessment before leaving the tower, he was
Second place, second only to Miranda, one place higher than Cohen himself!
A promising finishing swordsman!
but why--
Cohen gritted his teeth and said with persistence: "The Raphael I know cannot make such a choice! You... left the tower that day, and then there was no news from you again... What happened?"
What happened?
Raphael sneered: "I have seen the true side of this world clearly."
The next second, a cold and violent force of termination swept over Cohen's grasped hand!
Instantly arousing fierce resistance from the power of star-blue termination in his body!
The surging power of termination forced him to let go.
But Cohen didn't care.
He cares about other things.
Cohen looked at his old friend in shock and asked in disbelief: "Raphael, your, your power of termination... I remember it was clearly the 'Washing of the Sword', but why... why did it become like this?
"
Raphael raised his brows, showed an incomprehensible smile, and said briskly: "Compared to the original me - I have been sublimated."
Cohen could only stare blankly, watching his old friend in the Tower of the End turn around without hesitation or nostalgia.
Raphael, who had his back turned to him, turned his head and gave a cold look: "I'll give you a piece of advice, Cohen Karabiyan."
"Be careful today."
Raphael walked back to Morat Hansen indifferently.
The security officer frowned and clenched his fists, his eyes full of confusion and surprise.
That feeling... could it be...
The flash of swords and swords on Red Square Street that night appeared in front of Cohen's eyes.
The swordsman in red and black attire, and his murderous, indomitable and crazy swordsmanship.
What's more important is his violent and out-of-control finishing power.
Cohen took a deep breath.
No way?
After a few seconds, he exhaled and slowly returned to his father's side.
"Do not ask."
Facing the questions from his father and the director, Cohen, who was full of doubts and anger, rarely ended with two words.
When among the thirteen noble families, the Havia family with the sun-shooting bow as their emblem, the Almond family with the dark blue giant wave as their emblem, and the four-winged giant lizard Lasia family arrived, there was another wave of excitement in the crowd.
commotion.
But it was completely inferior to the sensation caused by the arrival of the Kevin Deere family - this time, there was more enthusiasm.
Thales in the dark room had sharp eyes and saw the person who caused the sensation in the crowd.
The well-behaved, amiable Lord of the Emerald City and the Guardian Duke of the South Bank, Jan Kelvindir, was accompanied by an old man with a solemn posture. He nodded and smiled at the people around him while walking slowly.
When he approached the Thirteen Stones, many nobles stood up and bowed in salute, and Zhan patiently returned the bows one by one.
Zhan walked to the stone seat in the center, knelt down on one knee towards the expressionless King Kessel V, and kissed the ring on his hand.
"Kevin Dill," Kessel frowned slightly: "I heard that you had a little misunderstanding with the royal guards yesterday?"
"It's just a trivial matter," Zhan En said with an endearing smile, "Your Majesty, I don't need to worry about it."
Kaiser nodded and glanced at Zhan En's smile with a meaningful look: "I hope it will be the same today."
Zhan En hesitated slightly.
Sure enough, something must have gone wrong.
It should obviously be a drama for the nobles to force an heir, but His Majesty seems to have been prepared for it?
The guards, one by one, passed the message to the square outside the hall, and then the thundering cheers were heard again from bottom to top:
"Huh-huh-"
"Kevin—Kevin Dill—"
"Irises—tricolor iris—"
Thales' heart sank: Is that Duke of Iris so popular?
Listening to the cheers coming from the Fuxing Palace, the young Duke calmly stood up and the butler behind him calmly took his cloak.
Zhan sat on one of the six stone seats and smiled at the other two dukes with different expressions.
The smiling Duke Bob Cullen raised his hand and introduced to the cold-faced "Iron Eagle": "Val, this is young Zhan..."
But the Duke of the North, who was looking at Zhan coldly, interrupted the fat Duke's words without caring:
"Iris...are you the youngest Duke of the Stars?"
Duke Cullen smiled disapprovingly after being interrupted and touched his belly.
Zhan En was startled, feeling that the other person's gaze was like a sword, too sharp to be looked directly at.
Is this "Iron Eagle" Val? It's just as rumored...
I just don’t know that when Exeter’s troops are pointing directly at the north...
"This is the first time we meet, the owner of White Eagle, Duke Arend." Zhan smiled softly, caressing his chest and bowed lightly, "Youngest Duke, I am sorry that I am not worthy of it. As far as I know, the owner of the Teback family,
He is much younger than me."
But Val's expression remained unchanged, and he said without any refutation: "It doesn't matter, since you are sitting in that position, it means that you also have the right to participate in this game."
At this time, a discordant and sharp sound penetrated the crowd, interrupting the voices of almost half of the hall.
"What a pity..."
Thales heard a sharp and abrupt voice coming from another side door, penetrating the crowd:
"Every time I step into this city, this so-called royal capital..."
The crowd dispersed, and the nobles' eyes were quite complicated, showing both disgust and excitement.
"You can smell the unique smell of city people..."
"The stench of pampering... is simply disgusting..."
On the carpet, the owner of the sharp voice, accompanied by his entourage, limped towards the nobles.
"...For example, the old man who is obviously dying of old age and is still sitting on the corpse, and the young pretty boy who is still young - can actually still sit on the throne of the six Dukes."
As soon as these words came out, many nobles immediately burst into an uproar.
On the six stone seats, Zhan's face froze slightly, while the fat Duke Cullen laughed, and Val Arend narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fists.
Thales was surprised to find that a middle-aged man with thinning hair was walking over. He had a haggard and bloodless face, and even his lips were sunken, making it look like he was missing his upper row of teeth.
, only a pair of smart and sharp eyes prove that this is a living person.
One of his feet was obviously disabled, and he relied on a crutch to support him. He stepped on the star-blue carpet and walked towards the six stone seats.
Val Arend clenched his fists and said with a bad look: "I haven't seen you for many years, damn old bones."
"Cyril!" Kaiser V on the throne actually showed a playful smile: "It's good that you're here! Otherwise, the title of 'least popular' in this meeting will be replaced by our Asian
The Duke of Lund took it away."
The Duke of the North snorted coldly.
"Hahahahaha——"
This haggard middle-aged man, the Lord of the Ruins and the Protector Duke of the Western Wasteland, Cyril Falkenholz, let out a long and shrill smile, limped in front of the king, holding a cane in one hand, half
Kneel down and kiss his ring. She speaks in a cold and sharp voice:
"Fackenhauser is never absent, Your Majesty."
The three Dukes present had different expressions, but none of them made a sound.
Thales frowned: the moment Cyril bent down and lowered his head, a horrifying skull pattern appeared on the scarlet cloak behind him, and there were actually four eye holes on the skull.
Falkenhausz, this wealthy family with a four-eyed skull as its emblem has always been mysterious, and is on the front line of the Western Wasteland in the battle against the Barren Bone Tribe and the orcs.
"Three o'clock has arrived, four of the six dukes have arrived, and eleven of the thirteen nobles have arrived. Your Majesty, that's all." Gilbert looked around the entire hall and nodded solemnly towards Kessel.
Kaiser nodded slightly but said nothing.
And the scepter in his hand was flipped in the air and slammed to the ground!
"Boom——"
For some reason, in Thales's eyes, the sound of this meal actually spread throughout the entire hall, like a heavy hammer ringing in people's hearts!
The sounds in the hall gradually became quieter.
"Everyone, it's time -"
Under the ingenious design of the Hall of Stars, Kessel's thick and majestic voice spread clearly and unmistakably.
"The Kingdom of Stars ended in the year 672 of the calendar year, and the country was meeting."
"This is where it begins."
The bustling Hall of Stars immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the center, where the king, four dukes, and eleven earls were in a strange silence.
Until the guards passed the king's words out of the hall.
As a result, cheers and excitement broke out again in Xingju Square under the Fuxing Palace.
But it is completely different from the imagination of the residents of the royal capital.
The National Conference was started by a nobleman who questioned the National Conference itself and the mutual attacks of thirteen prominent families.
"Sorel, what do you mean?" Burn Talon, a young nobleman from Pentagram and a distant relative of the Bright Star royal family, asked angrily:
"Are you questioning His Majesty's authority to convene a state council?"
"What I question is not His Majesty's power - he is the king, of course he can do whatever he wants!"
The country is a questioner of the legitimacy of the meeting, an opponent of the "Border County Development Tax Exemption Order", Smith Sorrell, whose emblem is the golden sun, responded unceremoniously: "What I question is whether he maintains his loyalty to us.
The most basic respect for a noble family of 19!"
His Majesty Kessel stroked his cane and remained silent, as if he had not heard these words.
Count Sorel snorted coldly and continued: "What we received is the general edict of the stars! It is the wise nobles who gathered together in the High Council to grasp the future of the stars! Instead of this mess, everyone
The only thing that can come is the meeting!"
The civilian spectators on the periphery suddenly made a protest, but they were immediately suppressed by the voices of the nobles in the center of the hall and the angry looks of the guards.
"It makes sense," Count Lewis Bozdorf, who just hinted that "as long as the head lion is still brave and brave," stroked his stubbled chin and said thoughtfully: "In this case, no matter what is discussed,
There will be no good results, let alone that important matter - the High Council is more appropriate."
"We should move to the small conference room immediately."
"Bozdov, do you mean that we should break up and hold another small meeting of nineteen people?" Count Zemuto, the Earl of the North with the white bear as his emblem and the Lord of Watch City, said coldly: "It has come to this.
, still struggling with this matter - didn't your mother give you a brain?"
In the hall, the crowd exploded at this unabashed insult and attack!
Even Duke Cullen and Zhan on the six stone seats frowned, and only the Duke of the North sneered.
"My mother has a very good memory, so she probably hasn't forgotten this," Bozdov was not agitated and replied with a chuckle: "On the contrary, Count Zemuto -"
But his words were interrupted by another northern noble.
"Shut up, Black Lion, we don't really care about your mother or whether you have any brains."
The lord of the lonely old tower who also came from the north, Count Forrest, who was marked by the long iron-colored wall, knocked on the stone seat again and again, and his face was ashen and he said coldly: "We went south to the capital to deal with that big event!
What we care about is the safety of the stars. But you, you bastards of the South, are still concerned about whether you have the right title on the invitation you received?"
"The safety of the stars?" The noble Earl Hoch Dastan, who had previously ridiculed the king for "standing too high and unable to see clearly", intervened. He shook his head: "Don't be arrogant, you are only concerned about your own safety -
—But I don’t want to blame you for this, because I’m no nobler than you.”
He leaned forward and glanced at each noble with sharp eyes: "But this is not a question of raising an invitation, but a question of whether your Majesty uses the national meeting to kidnap public opinion and intimidate the subordinate lords - this concerns all of us.
The safety of people, not just the northern nobles!"
The audience was in uproar again!
Some people even shouted "Get out! Selfish nobles!".
But Earl Dastan was still in the chaos, waving his hands to the lords, and loudly shouted with a ferocious face: "Don't forget the desert war! Don't forget how you were forced to recruit the people of the territory just to serve for the royal family.
Tone!”
King Kessel V's brows only frowned at this moment.
But I have to admit that his words are very convincing - Thales also began to think about the purpose of this national meeting.
"We can talk about the procedures later, but that matter is imminent!" Count Talon raised his hands and frowned: "We must make a decision on how to deal with that matter today!"
"Decision? How to make a decision?" Count Sorel punched the stone seat with his fist, eyes wide open: "In full view of everyone! In broad daylight! In front of so many civilians, and even the eyes and ears of the enemy, we don't even know what that matter is.
Can’t mention it! How can we discuss it?”
"Simple," "Black Lion" Bozdov said with a smile: "Everyone knows what's going on. Everyone talks about what price they are willing to pay to solve the problem?"
At this moment, a sharp and acerbic laughter came from the six great dukes: "Hahaha, that thing? - I said, you guys have been talking about it for so long, why are you still so secretive about it?"
"What are you afraid of? Afraid of Exeter?"
"Afraid of the king? Afraid of us dukes?"
"Are you afraid of the people in this hall and the square below?"
The expressions of everyone in the field changed and they looked at the haggard Cyril Falkenholz.
The Guardian Duke of the Western Wilderness, whose family crest is a four-eyed skull, smiled horribly:
"Speak clearly!"
"The envoys of Exeter, and their prince, were slain in the stars!"
Everyone was shocked!
Although the nineteen nobles all knew about this through the general edict, it was still a secret that had not yet been made public!
How dare he, how dare he?
Duke Cullen frowned, Duke Arlend slapped his thigh and shook his head "ha", while Zhan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
"Lord Falkenhaus!" Dele Colomo, Earl of Wingburg and Cohen's cousin who was in the west of the kingdom with the Duke of West Wasteland, tried to stop him with an ugly face: "We don't need to hold a meeting in the country on this matter -
—”
"Shut up, kid! The Lord is talking!" Falkenholz interrupted him rudely, suffocating Count Wingburg, who knew him somewhat.
The old Count Karabiyan, who had always been close to the Colomo family, couldn't help but frown.
I saw Cyril Falkenholz, with a sinister expression on his face and gritted teeth, continuing to speak out what should have been a taboo secret:
"You all know it, but only the civilians don't know! Those barbarians will not let this opportunity go!"
"That broken peace treaty - they've been waiting for it for twelve years."
"Everyone in the stars, whether you are kings, nobles, or commoners, listen up!"
"Stars, and Exeter."
"Between the shield and the blade of the Western Continent."