Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 27: The curse of the witch

At that moment, Thales figured out many things.

Outside the city of Longxiao, Nicolai once told him that "the king's man" was tracing in the stars and found a clue that the sword of disaster assassinated Moral.

In addition, Thales' assassination before the fortress was also related to the Sword of Disaster, and the two clues were unified, which involved Archduke Peffert.

But Miranda and Cohen have confirmed that the Sword of Disaster is just a cover to attract them here.

In other words... the information traced by the so-called "man of the king" is also a lie, and it is an excuse to attract King Nunn's eyes to Puffett.

The question is, "The King's Man"-the entire Exeter, who is both qualified and capable to be the eyes and ears of King Nunn, conduct investigations across the border for him, and then return fabricated false information?

And now...

Tyles looked at the lady in red with complicated eyes, watched her clasp her hands, and stood calmly and kindly in front of the thick door.

Not only that.

Why did Rumba’s big action not alarm Longxiao City, why his army could conceal the fact that Haiti entered the city? Why can he easily find so many contacts...

Tyles took a deep breath and brought his attention back to his eyes.

Raphael stood at the front, Cohen and Miranda separated.

The young man in the secret department has long lost the indifference on his face, replaced by a strong vigilance and solemnity.

"I thought it would be someone who came to change shifts or patrol, but..." Cohen looked suspiciously at the smiling Red Witch, and whispered carefully:

"It's not good, right—who is that old woman?"

"Very bad," Miranda held down the hilt and replied softly behind Raphael: "I think, that's the Red Witch."

Cohen stopped talking, his eyebrows frowned again.

Tyles grasped the small slippery head behind her tightly, feeling the slight trembling in her palms.

He took a deep breath and told himself to be calm.

If the Red Witch is also involved, it means...

"Ms. Kashan," Raphael looked at the old woman coldly, "No wonder I got in so easily."

"Do you know that I will come, and set up a trap?"

Kashan looked at him quietly, grinning suddenly.

"I have been dealing with secret medicine since I was eight years old." The old woman's face was peaceful, her eyes didn't have the slightest wave, "I know you too much."

Raphael's face moved slightly.

Thyls frowned: eight years old?

Is child labor popular in darkrooms?

He slandered secretly.

"As for you."

"You are still too young, kid," the Red Witch said lightly: "If it was Morat, he probably noticed something wrong when he entered the city."

Raphael did not speak, his red eyes trembled slightly, but the tension on his face did not relax at all.

He has been fascinated by the secret department for many years and knows how terrifying energy this seemingly weak old woman holds.

"Damn it," Cohen turned his head, his mouth twitched slightly: "That's the Red Witch? Is she ambushing us?"

Rolf shook his head, his face serious--he felt something in the wind.

"As you can see," Miranda stared at the door behind Kashan: "I can feel it, there are many people in ambush outside."

Sneak stealthily, break through unexpectedly-this is their biggest advantage, and it's gone at this moment.

Huiya gritted her teeth with an ugly face, and the attendant guarding Thales whispered: "She is standing very close to us. Maybe we can..."

"No." Miranda replied cleanly.

Cohen frowned: "Why?"

"Because she is the Red Witch." Raphael did not move his eyes and opened his lips to answer Miranda.

A fool would believe that she would stop them unpreparedly.

Don't act rashly.

The police officer gritted his teeth unwillingly.

About half of the bad luck of my life happened today.

"Look and see if there are other exits," Miranda whispered: "It really can't, and then break through from her-they must be well prepared."

At this moment, Ms. Kashan on the opposite side laughed softly.

The laughter is old, but warm and peaceful.

As her laughter sounded, everyone on the side of the stars was like a big enemy.

"Raphael Lindbergh, the wandering orphan in the Great Desert, is now the young man most valued by the Black Prophet," Kashan smiled and said: "You use this way to repay your education. The Allende family that has nurtured you for twelve years?"

"Why, is Duke Arund bad to you? Why betray him?"

Raphael remained motionless.

Tyles' face changed.

He glanced at the other two worriedly, but Miranda didn't seem to be aware of it, and Cohen looked confused.

"But you know that too-look at your eyes," Kashan sighed, and continued, seemingly regretful: "You can never be a part of them."

In Thales' eyes, Raphael's back is still unmoved.

But from his half-cut sleeve, the prince noticed that the tendon on Raphael's wrist was tight.

He was shaking--in Thales' heart, a voice was quiet and authentic.

"And you, Miss Allende," the Red Witch turned her head and looked to Miranda to the side, revealing the kind eyes of a mother looking at her daughter: "Have you ever thought about it?"

Miranda was startled.

"Why is it Raphael, why is it him," Kashan said slowly: "Why would the Black Prophet choose him who is powerless and powerless, rather than any promising nobleman?"

The female swordsman with a cold face, she couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Don't listen to her!"

Raphael turned sideways to the Red Witch, with an expression on his face like an enemy: "Even a word... can't be heard!"

"Look at your father... If you still care about the North, and you don't want this precious land to be taken away by despicable means, Northland girl," the Red Witch smiled and said, "The Kingdom of Exeter, The door will always be opened for you-Northland belongs to the Northlanders only."

Thyls frowned slightly—he always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.

But Miranda just frowned tightly and said nothing.

I don't know what she thinks in her heart.

The Red Witch turned her head again and looked at the tall blond figure.

Cohen, who was worried, only felt his scalp numb.

"Ah, Security Officer Cohen Karabyan from Wola," this time, Kashan smiled brightly: "You..."

"Wait!"

Cohen's face changed and she interrupted her directly: "Don't talk nonsense, old woman!"

Remembering Raphael's admonition, Cohen sullen his face, clutching the hilt fiercely.

He shook his head violently, and nervously spouted the following words: "All the words you say, I can't listen to a word!"

Miranda rolled her eyes and exhaled from her nose.

Raphael raised his eyebrows slightly.

This guy... is so nervous and incoherent.

But the Red Witch looked at Cohen who was not polite, but only shook her head and smiled, with a peaceful expression.

It's like watching a naughty kid.

"Oh, no, little Cohen," Kashan shook his head with a smile, and said helplessly: "I just want to say..."

"You are so handsome."

Cohen's ferocious face was stiff.

It's not just him, Thales also raised his eyebrows.

Huh?

"What?"

Cohen looked ignorant, he blinked and asked in amazement: "You just said..."

"I said, don't listen to her!"

"The words of the red robe are confused, and the curse of the witch is confusing," Raphael exhaled fiercely, and constantly looked at the surrounding environment: "Kashan the Red Witch is extremely good at lying, what she said is a word I can't believe it."

"She is the only person in the world who can fool the Black Prophet!"

Kashan sighed, and shook her head helplessly, her eyes as if she was saying: yes.

Tyle shook slightly.

Have you fooled the Black Prophet?

He thought of his confrontation with Morat in Mindith Hall, of Morat's abilities, and of the interrogation that was difficult to overcome with the joint help of Yordel and Serena.

And the Red Witch... can actually fool that old man in black?

Isn’t that—Morat’s lie-detecting ability is the nemesis?

Cohen was dumbfounded.

Wait.

"She, lying?" Cohen blinked, a little puzzled, turned his head and said: "But she just said I'm handsome..."

Miranda and Raphael turned their heads together, and shouted angrily at the same time:

"Shut up!"

Cohen had to close his mouth angrily.

"God, I have a feeling," Wiya sighed, "She can weaken our morale by half with her mouth."

Rolf grumbled vaguely.

Thyls didn't speak, he just looked at the Red Witch tightly.

The other party obviously has only one person, but the second prince felt at this moment: Even if everyone here is tied together-it can't compare to the other person alone.

"No other exit." Miranda withdrew her gaze from the corner and shook her head.

"What are we going to do now?" Cohen let out a sigh of relief and whispered dissatisfiedly: "Is it dry?"

"I'll delay the time, you guys slowly disperse," Raphael twitched his mouth slightly-Thales didn't know how he practiced the skill of talking without moving his lips-said: "Look for Opportunity, let's take a shot together and see if we can capture her."

"It is reported that the strength of the Red Witch is not high," Raphael narrowed his eyes: "But be careful, she may be wearing alchemy **** and other equipment."

"Okay...wait, what is ‘according to’?"

"It means literally: it is heard."

But in the next moment, Thales became the next target of the Red Witch~IndoMTL.com~Prince Thales," the old woman cast her eyes on the prince, with a complex expression and pity, "I see you again ,it's my honour. "

Tyles' expression moved slightly: "Of course it is also my honor-if I am not in the cell and you are not on the side of the Lombard."

"Your Highness," Raphael shook his head slightly at Thales, narrowing his eyes: "A lie."

Thyls nodded.

The second prince kept repeating Raphael's "Curse of the Witch" in his heart to warn himself: Be careful.

Compared to the black prophet in the Mindis Hall, compared to the feeling Morat gave him, compared to the huge pressure that makes people feel tight all the time...

What this old woman brought to him was the uneasy feeling of uneasiness, which made people feel hairy and inexplicably frightened.

Especially—the panic about what she will say next.

Kashan sighed, shook her head sincerely, and the wrinkles on her face fluctuated slightly, seemingly helpless.

"I'm really sorry, but now that you have come to the kingdom of the dragon..." (=half-/floating*-生+)www.banfusheng.com

"Since you are going to return to the cell in a while, you may not have any chance of freedom in your life," the old woman mourned:

"What else do you have..."

"Want me to bring her by the way?"

Thyls frowned slightly, and he was secretly wary: "Who?"

"Who else can it be?" I saw Kashan sighed, her expression was subtle, and her mouth was smiling, as if she was remembering something: "Of course she is beautiful and intelligent..."

"Ms. Serangelana."

The moment he heard that name, Telston's heart was shaken vividly, and his whole body was shaken!