Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 42: The chess game of the heroes (Part 2)

　　 Under all eyes, Cohen strode towards the Black Prophet—the young man behind him.

　　 "Raphael!"

　　 The nobles around the thirteen stone seats turned their eyes.

　　 Cohen held back his emotions and called the young man: "Raphael Lindbergh!"

　　 The young man in the white robe also saw Cohen walking towards him. He smiled frivolously, whispered in Morat's ear, and then greeted Cohen.

　　 "You have been missing for three full years!" Cohen's anger was even noticed by the king on the high seat and the two dukes.

　　 "Cohen!" The young man's voice was light and bright-just like his appearance that made people feel good. He opened his arms to Cohen: "You are still so energetic!"

　　 Cohen unceremoniously knocked open the opponent's arm: "Why don't you say goodbye?"

　　 He looked at the royalists in the distance, and Lord Morat Hansen standing alone, no one approached, and said incredibly: "You now... follow the'Black Prophet'? You know. How much blood and sin is in his hands..."

　　 "That is the misunderstanding of the world," Raphael said with a smile: "Master Hansen has contributed so much to the stars and sacrificed so much that it far exceeds any adult present."

　　 Cohen was stunned, unable to find the words to refute for a while, so he had to say: "I'll talk about this later, you will end the three years..."

　　 "Beside Hansen-sama, listen to and follow his teachings." Raphael still had that calm expression.

　　 "Teaching?" Cohen was taken aback, his expression changed from surprise to annoyance: "This is the reason? You left Miranda for no reason for three years! The reason is to go and listen to the teachings of the viper?" /

　　"Miss Miranda?" Raphael gently lifted his arms, suddenly becoming cold:

　　"She never belonged to me, how can I leave it behind?"

　　 Cohen looked at his old friend in disbelief, as if he had met him for the first time.

　　"Are you crazy? Miranda is still waiting for you to find..."

　　"For her good, ask her to cut off those unrealistic thoughts."

　　 Cohen's eyes widened, then he sighed: "If you think you are not worthy of her, then I can tell you now that she doesn't care..."

　　 "That is the past, people will change." Raphael interrupted him coldly, "I liked her very much, but now I don't like her, that's it."

　　 The young man in white noticed the gaze from the six big stone seats, and he whispered: "This occasion is not suitable for retelling the old. Forgive me for being out of company."

　　 But when he turned around, his shoulder was clasped tightly by Cohen!

　　 "You haven't finished speaking yet," Cohen suppressed his anger: "Damn--what's wrong with you! It's impossible for a person to become so fast!"

　　 Raphael with a cold expression grabbed Cohen's hand: "That's why you haven't seen my true color, the heir of the Twin Towers Longsword, Sergeant Karabyyan."

　　 Cohen pressed Raphael's shoulder firmly, anger and surprise in his eyes.

　　 He knew that the young man in front of him was an unforgettable swordsmanship genius in the Tower of End. During the same period of the Tower of End, he was even the first awakener of the Power of End. In the final assessment before leaving the tower, he was second, second only to Miranda, and one place higher than Cohen himself!

　　The promising end swordsman!

　　 But why——

　　 Cohen gritted his teeth persistently and said: "The Raphael I know can't make such a choice! You...you came out of the tower that day, and then there was no news...what happened?"

　　What happened?

　　Raphael sneered: "I see the true side of this world clearly."

　　 In the next second, a cold and violent ending force swept over Cohen's grasped hand!

　　 instantly aroused the fierce resistance of a star-blue ending power in his body!

　　The surging end force forced him to let go.

　　 But Cohen didn't care about it.

　　He cares about other things.

　　 Cohen looked at his old friend in shock, and asked in disbelief: "Raphael, yours, your power of ending... I remember it was clearly a'sword-washing death', but why... why did it change? Like this?"

　　 Raphael raised his brows, he showed an incomprehensible smile, and briskly said: "Compared with the original me-I am sublimated."

　　 Cohen can only be stunned, looking at the Tower of End, his old friend turns around without hesitation or nostalgia.

　　 Rafael turned his back to him, with a cold look on his side: "I'll give you a piece of advice, Cohen Karabyan."

　　 "Be careful today."

　　Raphael walked back to Morat Hansen indifferently.

　　The police officer frowned, clenched his fists, his eyes full of complexity and surprise.

　　 That kind of feeling...Is it...

　　The shadow of the sword and sword of the night of Red Square Street appeared in front of Cohen's eyes.

　　The swordsman in the red and black costume, and his murderous, indomitable sword force.

　　 More importantly, is his violent and out of control power of ending.

　　 Cohen took a deep breath.

　　 Can’t you?

　　 A few seconds later, he exhaled and walked slowly back to his father's side.

　　 "Don't ask."

　　 Facing the questions of his father and the director, Cohen, who was full of doubts and anger, rarely ended with two words.

　　 When the Javier family with the sun-shooting bow as their emblem, the Almond family with dark blue waves as their coat of arms, and the Lacian family of the four-winged monitor lizard arrived, the crowds There was another commotion.

　　 But it can't be compared to the temporary sensation after the Kevin Deere family came here-this time, it was more passionate.

　　 Thales in the dark room has sharp eyes, and he saw the person who caused the sensation in the crowd.

　　 The decent, gracious Lord of the Emerald City, the guardian duke of the South Bank, Jen Kevin Deere, accompanied by a solemn old man, nodded and smiled at the people around him, and walked slowly.

　　As he approached the thirteen stone seat, many nobles stood up and bowed to salute, and Jane responded patiently one by one.

　　Jane walked to the most central stone seat, and knelt down on one knee to the expressionless King Kessel V and kissed the ring on his hand.

　　 "Kevin Deere," Kessel frowned slightly: "I heard that you had a little misunderstanding with the Royal Guard yesterday?"

　　"A trivial matter," Zhan En said with a pleasing smile: "No matter what, your majesty."

　　 Kessel nodded, sweeping Jen's smile with a deep look: "I hope the same is true today."

　　 Zhan En is slightly stagnant.

　　 As expected, something must be wrong.

　　 It should be the nobles' play to force an heir, but your Majesty seems to be prepared?

　　The guards, one after another, spread words to the square outside the hall, and then there was another cheering from bottom to top:

　　"Hoo——Hoo——"

　　 "Kevin——Kevin Deere——"

　　"Iris-three-color iris -"

　　 Thales' heart sank: That Duke of Iris, so popular?

　　 Listening to the cheers from under the Fuxing Palace, the young duke stood up calmly, and the butler behind him took his cloak calmly.

　　Jean sat on one of the six stone seats and smiled at the other two dukes with different looks.

　　The smiling Duke Bob Cullen raised his hand and introduced to the chilling "Iron Eagle": "Wal, this is young Jan..."

　　 But the Duke of the North who is looking at Jen coldly, interrupts the Fat Duke indifferently:

　　 "Iris... Are you the youngest duke of the stars?"

　　The interrupted Duke Cullen smiled disapprovingly and touched his stomach.

　　 Jane was startled, only that the opponent's eyes were like a sword, so sharp that he could not look directly at him.

　　 This is "Iron Eagle" Val? As expected...

　　 I just don’t know, when Exeter’s soldiers point straight to the north...

　　 "Meeting for the first time, the owner of the White Eagle, Duke Arund." Jen chuckled lightly, touching his chest lightly, "The youngest Duke, forgive me for not being ashamed. As far as I know, the Tebak family The owner of Xia is much younger than Xia."

　　 But Val's complexion remained unchanged, and he couldn't refute it and said: "It's okay, since you are in that position, it means you have the right to participate in this game."

　　 At this time, a sharp, discordant noise came through the crowd, interrupting almost half of the hall.

　　 "It's a pity..."

　　 Thales heard a sharp and abrupt voice coming from the other side door, penetrating the crowd:

　　 "Every time I step into this city, this so-called king is..."

　　 The crowd spread out, and the eyes of the nobles were quite complicated, with both hatred and excitement.

　　"You can smell a breath that is unique to people in the city..."

　　 "That kind of pampering smell...It's so disgusting..."

　　 On the carpet, the master with a sharp voice, accompanied by his entourage, limped towards the nobles.

　　"...Like an old man who is dying of his old age and still has a vegetarian meal, and a little white face that is not dry-he can still sit on the throne of the six dukes."

　　As soon as this remark came out, many nobles suddenly screamed.

　　 On the six stone seats, Jen's face was slightly stiff, while the chubby Duke Cullen laughed. Val Allende squinted his eyes and squeezed his fist.

　　 Thales was surprised to find that he was a middle-aged man with sparse hair. He had a withered and bloodless dignity, and even his lips were sunken, making it feel like he was missing. The rows of teeth, only a pair of smart and sharp eyes, prove that this is a living person.

　　 One of his feet is obviously disabled. He is supported by a crutches, stepping on the star blue carpet one after another, and walking towards the six stone constellations.

　　Val Allende clenched his fists and said with an unkind expression: "I haven't seen it for many years, **** old bone."

　　 "Cyril!" On the throne, King Kessel V actually showed a playful smile: "You are here, great! Otherwise, the title of'least popular' in this meeting will be Our Duke Allende was snatched away."

The Duke of the North snorted coldly on the side of 　　.

　　"hahahahahahaha—"

　　 This withered middle-aged man, the lord of the ruins, the guardian duke of the western wilderness, Cyril Falkenhauser, gave out a long, sullen, sharp smile, limped to the king’s face, supported with one hand Crutches, half-kneeled and kissed his ring. With a cold and sharp voice:

　　 "Falkenhauser is never absent, sire."

　　The three dukes present had different expressions, but none of them said anything.

　　 Thales frowned: The moment Cyril bent down and lowered his head, the scarlet cloak behind him showed a scary skull pattern, and there were four eye holes on the skull.

　　 Falkenhauser, this giant family with four-eyed skulls as its emblem has always been mysterious, and is on the front line of the Western Wilderness to fight against the desolate tribe and the orcs.

　　 "Three o'clock has arrived, the six dukes have reached four, and the thirteen nobles have also come eleven. Your Majesty, it's okay." Gilbert looked around the hall and nodded towards Kessel House.

　　 Kessel nodded slightly and said nothing.

　　 And the scepter in his hand was flipped in the air by him, and he slammed on the ground!

　　 "咚——"

　　For some reason, in Thales’ eyes, the sound of the tremor spread throughout the entire hall, as if a heavy hammer sounded in people’s hearts!

　　The sound in the hall gradually became quieter.

　　 "Everyone, it's time--"

　　Under the ingenious design of the Hall of Stars, Kessel's heavy and majestic voice spread unmistakably.

　　"The Kingdom of Stars, ending 672 years in the calendar, the country is a meeting."

　　"Start here."

　　 The hall of stars with a lot of voices suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes turned to the center, where the king, four dukes, and eleven earls were in strange silence.

　　 until the guards passed the king's words out of the room.

　　 Then, under the Fuxing Palace, the cheers and sensation in Xingju Square blew up again.

　　 But it is completely different from the imagination of the residents of the royal capital.

　　The country is a meeting. It was started by a nobleman. The questioning country was the meeting itself and the mutual attack of thirteen prominent families.

　　 "Sorell, what do you mean?" The primeval nobleman of the Pentagram, Bern Talen asked angrily:

　　"Are you questioning your Majesty’s power to convene a conference?"

　　 "I am not questioning your majesty's power-he is a king, of course he can do whatever he wants!"

　　国 is a questioner of the legitimacy of the conference. Smith Sorell, whose emblem is the golden sun, responded unceremoniously: "What I question is whether he maintains the most basic respect for our nineteen noble families. !"

　　His Majesty Kessel rubbed his cane without saying a word, as if he hadn't heard the words.

　　 Sorell snorted and continued: "What we have received is the General Edict of the Stars! It is the wise nobles, gathered together in the High Council to grasp the future of the stars! Not this mess, what Anyone can come and break the country is a meeting!"

　　 The civilian observers on the periphery suddenly made waves of protest, but they were immediately suppressed by the voices of the nobles in the center of the hall and the anger of the guards.

　　"It’s not unreasonable," said Lewis Bozdorf of the Black Lion, stroking his stubble chin, and said thoughtfully: "In this case, no matter what you discuss, there will be no good results. What's more, it is the big event-or the High Council is more appropriate."

　　"We should move to a small meeting room immediately."

　　 "Bozdorf, do you mean that we are separated, and we have a small meeting of 19 people?" The northern count with the white bear as the emblem, the Lord Zemuto of the Watch City said coldly: "All are here At this point, I'm still struggling with this matter-did your mother have no brains for you?"

　　 In the lobby, the crowd exploded for this unabashed insult and attack!

　　 Even the Duke Cullen and Jen on the six stone seats frowned, only the Duke of the North sneered.

　　 "My mother has a good memory, I should have not forgotten this," Bozdorf was uninspired, chuckled and replied: "It's Count Zemuto, you--"

　　 But his words were interrupted by another northern nobleman.

　　 "Shut up, Black Lion, we don't really care about your mother or whether you have any brains."

　　 The lord of the old tower, Forex, with the iron-colored long wall as the target, knocked the stone seat one after another, and his face was pale, he said indifferently: "We are going south to the capital to deal with that big event! We care! It’s the safety of the stars. And you gang of dogs-mother-bred southerners are still concerned about the invitations they receive. Are they correct?"

　　"The safety of the stars?" The nobleman of the cross sword intervened, and he shook his head: "Don't be arrogant, you only care about your own safety-but I don't want to blame you for it. Because I am not more noble than you."

　　 He leaned forward, his eyes scanned sharply across every nobleman: "But this is not a question of raising the head of the invitation, but whether your Majesty uses the state meeting to kidnap public opinion and intimidate his subordinate lords—this is about To the safety of all of us, not just the northern nobles!"

　　The audience is in a big uproar!

　　 Someone even yelled "Get out! Selfish nobleman!".

　　 But Dastan is still in chaos, and his face is grimly loud and loud: "Don't forget the desert war! Don't forget how you were forced to conquer the people of your territory just to speak out for the royal family!" /

　　 Kessel V’s brows wrinkled until then.

　　 But I have to admit that his words are very persuasive-Thales also began to think that this country is the purpose of the meeting.

　　 "The program can be discussed later, but that matter is imminent!" Earl Tarron folded his hands and frowned: "We must make a decision today on how to deal with that matter!"

　　"Decision? How?" Count Sorell punched the stone seat, his eyes widened: "The eyes are full of sight! In broad daylight! In front of so many civilians, and even the eyes of the enemy, we connected that Nothing can be mentioned! How do we negotiate?"

　　"Simple," "Black Lion" Bozdorf smiled and said, "Everyone knows what's going on, and they all talk about what price they are willing to pay for solving that matter?"

　　 At this moment, a sharp, piercing laughter came from the six dukes: "Hahaha, that matter?-I said, you guys have been talking for so long, why is it still hidden?"

　　"What are you afraid of? Afraid of Exter?"

　　 "Afraid of the king? Afraid of us dukes?"

　　"Still afraid in this hall~IndoMTL.com~the civilians in the square below?"

　　 Everyone in the field changed their faces and looked at Cyril Falkenhauser who described the withered.

　　 The family crest is the guardian duke of the Western Wilderness with four-eyed skulls, and he smiles grimly:

　　 "Say it!"

　　"Exter’s envoys and their prince were killed on the stars!"

　　Everyone shook together!

　　 Although the nineteen nobles passed the general edict, they all knew about this, but this is still an undisclosed secret!

　　How dare he, how dare he?

　　 Duke Cullen frowned, Duke Arund slapped his thigh and shook his head "Ha", while Jane pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

　　 "Master Falkenhauser!" Count Dele Kolomo tried to stop him with an ugly face: "We don't have to be a meeting in the country for this matter--"

　　 "Shut up, kid! The adults are talking!" Falkenhauser interrupted him roughly, suffocating the earl of Wingburg who knew him a little bit.

　　 The old Earl Karabyan, who has always been close to the Kolomo family, can't help but frown.

　　 I saw Cyril Falkenhauser with a dark face and gritted his teeth. This is a taboo secret, continue to tell:

　　 "You all know it well, but only the civilians don't know! Those savages will not let this opportunity pass!"

　　 "The broken agreement-they have been waiting for twelve years."

　　"Everyone of the stars, be it kings, nobles, or commoners, listen up!"

　　"Stars, and Exeter."

　　 "Between the shield and the blade of Xilu."

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