Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 41: Look for trouble

Longxiao City, Haoyue Temple, in a remote room.

Putila looked at the busy star soldiers not far away and couldn't help but sighed long.

In the first half of his life, it was not that he had not experienced failure-in fact, the failures he had seen were more terrifying and more costly.

For example, twelve years ago.

But now...

Putila suddenly felt that the pipe in his hand was heavy, and even lost a sip.

This is very rare for him who is addicted to smoking.

King Kessel used his own blood as the quality to try to eliminate the scourge of war. This should have been a generous and sincere act praised by the whole country.

Now it has become a disaster.

The prince was involved in the death of Exeter's king, bringing about the worst situation that should have been avoided.

To make matters worse, the star royal family will once again suffer a huge reputation blow.

What the kid has to face after returning to the stars... Putila thought of Thales' frustration, and his mood was dim.

He reached out silently and knocked out the burning tobacco in the pipe.

Sorry, Gilbert.

Apart from taking him out of danger, I have nothing to do.

It's like watching His Royal Highness pass away.

I let you down, old friend.

Again.

While Putila was reminiscing about the past, recruit Willow interrupted his thoughts.

"Your Lord!"

"What's the matter?" Putila raised his eyebrows.

"Please go to the back hall, which is the hall where we came in." Willow seemed to be a little confused, but he still faithfully executed the order: "This is His Royal Highness..."

"Command!"

Putila's expression changed.

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Cohen packed up his luggage and checked the weapon one last time.

"Are you no longer asking Raphael?"

The police officer looked at Putila who was talking to the star soldiers in the distance, sighed, turned his head to Miranda beside him and said:

"You know, about the sword of disaster, about the secret science, about his hand..."

Speaking of this, remembering that his friend who is a swordsman had his hands alive, and he didn't know when his hands became such a monster, Cohen couldn't help gritting his teeth.

That guy, what has gone through?

Miranda, who was leaning on the wooden box, slowly opened her eyes from her sleepy sleep.

She has calm eyes and a natural expression.

But his voice is muted.

"No need, he has already made a decision," the female swordsman said softly: "There are some things, it's just futile to ask again."

Cohen looked at Miranda's expressionless face and wanted to say something, but in the end he just shrugged and lowered his head to adjust his sword belt.

After a few seconds, the guard whispered:

"Then how do we report back to Tali?"

"I encountered three disaster swordsmen in Longxiao City, one of them...unidentified?"

Miranda's eyes moved.

"What about you?" she said lightly.

Cohen was taken aback for a moment.

"You want me to say..."

The guard let out a deep breath, his eyes firmed.

It's like making some determination.

"Let the end tower go to hell, it's been so long anyway," Cohen shook his head and snorted: "I have never seen a sword of disaster-everything is a conspiracy by Caslan. The report is complete."

Miranda smiled faintly.

"Master Jedi would be mad if he knew the truth."

"So it's for his good," Cohen raised his eyebrows. "His best student is worried about his mood and is determined to let him worry less."

Miranda raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes again.

After a while, Cohen spoke again, his voice low.

"Miranda, you said, it's only three years," the police officer said in a loss: "How can a person change so much."

Miranda opened her eyes again, and this time, her eyes were full of complicated meaning.

"I'm not just talking about Raphael," Cohen inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, his expression worried: "And Croash."

"I still remember the days when I was punished for biting a sword and squatting with her, that man's favorite thing to do was to scold me." He was annoyed.

Miranda cocked her mouth.

That's because she likes you, but she doesn't dare to say it.

Miranda rolled her eyes, then she felt gloomy.

It's not just you, Cohen.

It's not just you.

I also studied with her classmates, slept in the same room, practiced swords under the wind and rain, and studied while lighting up the lamp in the evening.

The girl who used to be cheerful, laughable, and stubborn.

Crow Ash.

"Maybe they haven't changed," Miranda frowned slightly, her voice faint, seemingly meaningful, "It's just that we unwittingly discovered the other side of them."

Cohen snorted softly.

"What kind of'other side'," he said helplessly: "Will it lead to betrayal and lies?"

Miranda changed her arm position and held her saber in her arms again.

"I don't know," she said blankly: "But, it shouldn't be easy."

She remembered the brand on Raphael's hand.

Kroeich, what have you experienced?

Cohen let out a long sigh, leaning back and leaning against the wooden box like Miranda.

"So, is this over?" Cohen said intentionally or unconsciously.

Miranda's face moved slightly, and she came to her senses: "What's over?"

Cohen paused for a second, his eyebrows twitched, as if thinking.

"Longxiao City," he said silently: "We were tricked to come here..."

"It became the **** of others, the scapegoat of the conspiracy, the mastermind of the assassination of the king."

"It became the cause of the war."

Miranda fell silent.

She knows Cohen's character and knows what Cohen wants to say.

But...

"So we are making up." Miranda's eyes narrowed, definitely authentic.

"Escape here as soon as possible, escape from the enemy's control, and refuse their use," Miss Arund's words quickened, and the accent strengthened: "Just as if we had never been to Exter, or Dragon City."

It seems beyond doubt.

Cohen didn't answer right away. He was silent for several seconds, his eyes condensed in the dim air.

"But, Miranda," Cohen finally spoke softly, seemingly hesitant and uneasy: "The truth is..."

"We have been here."

Miranda did not speak.

Cohen patted the wooden box, turned over and sat up neatly, leaning his hands on his knees, his expression serious and ugly.

"Not only have we been here, we have participated so much and witnessed so much," he sighed slowly: "Secret Science, Disaster, Dragon, Prince, Assassination, Conspiracy."

"Some people came, some walked, some died, some were injured, and a mess was left in the end." Cohen was a little absent-minded.

"Waiting for others to clean up and let others take care of it."

"And you know what we have left, you heard what that Uncle Putila said," Cohen turned his gaze to the deputy envoy in the distance, watching what he said to the soldier with double guns : "Even if we escape safely, the Northern Territory will face..."

"He said too," Miranda frowned. "We can't do anything."

Cohen's face darkened, his expression struggling.

"I can do nothing," Cohen snorted, clenching his fist unknowingly: "Still doing nothing?"

Miranda did not answer.

"That is your north, Miranda, the territory your family has guarded for generations."

The police officer took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You have also witnessed the tragic situation of that land being ravaged by war, haven't you, you and Raphael were there..."

Boom!

Miranda's scabbard slammed into a wooden box containing debris, making a heavy muffled noise.

"Enough."

The female swordsman's eyes became sharp and terrifying, and her tone was frosty: "That's it."

But Cohen smiled.

"You know~IndoMTL.com~The young one we met before is about the same age as you," the guard lowered his head and raised his unique silver saber. "He asked me The name of this sword."

Miranda's eyes narrowed.

"'The Bearer,'" she looked at the sword of her classmate, remembering the battle with it in the past few years, and said calmly: "The legendary sword of the Karabyan family."

Cohen nodded, his arm muscles tightened, and he raised his weapon steadily.

The bearer.

"It's too heavy." Cohen said in a daze, thinking of the gloomy castle in the family, thinking of the old man taking it out of it.

"The day before I went to the End Tower, my father gave it to me."

"I can't hold it up with my hands, I can only tie a rope and drag it away," Cohen nodded, his eyes slowly focused, recalling the past: "But the old man said..."

"Some weight, we must bear."

His eyes are getting clearer and clearer and firmer: "There are some things, we can't stop here."

At this moment.

A voice that both of them are very familiar with comes.

"You know, asking for trouble for meaningless persistence," Raphael's relaxed and lively voice rang behind them, "Often there will be no good results."

Miranda turned her head abruptly, while Cohen turned around in surprise.

"Everyone, go to the back hall." The young man in the secret department said lightly, his red eyes flickering in the dim light.

"The time has not come yet," Miranda frowned. "What are you going to do in the back room?"

Raphael sighed, seeming helpless.

Seems to hesitate too.

But he paused for only a second, then raised his eyes and looked at them.

"I said," Raphael snorted coldly:

"Go and ask for trouble."

(End of this chapter)