Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 79: etc

Cohen let out a sigh: From just now until now, he didn't understand anything.

The police officer almost started to doubt himself.

He made up his mind to force them to stop this kind of guessing game that always frustrated him and felt isolated, no matter what they said to the dog men and women, even though they were still in the Tower of End. This situation often occurs.

"So what?" Cohen said grumpily, "Would you like to tell us the truth? Sword of Disaster? Secret Section? And why are you here?"

Raphael looked at him with subtle eyes.

"Hey!" Cohen patted his saber unconsciously: "I don't mind working with Miranda to deal with you..."

Raphael looked at Cohen like this and suddenly smiled.

"You know, Cohen," the young man in white returned to his usual optimistic tone: "I have always envied you."

"Simple world, simple ideas, simple happiness."

"As beautiful as a knight novel."

Cohen was taken aback.

Simple...

Knight novel...

Cohen suddenly frowned: This guy, really scolds people at times!

Miranda chuckled.

Raphael looked at Miranda's smile, his eyes moved.

Immediately, he also released a smile.

A sense of familiarity flooded Cohen's heart.

It seems that the same was true when the three were still in the tower.

"Remember, keep a low profile, hide," Raphael slowly turned around and whispered to them: "Find a good place to hide-stop looking for someone like Gu."

The next moment, Raphael's figure disappeared out of the alley.

"Hey!"

Cohen's face changed and he was about to chase him out, but Miranda grabbed his arm.

"Cohen!" Miranda lowered her head and said quietly: "Don't chase."

Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.

"You just let him go?" The police officer raised his hand and held it up in the air: "The first time I met in three years--you just didn't ask anything? Including the Sword of Disaster?" /

Miranda did not look up, nor did she look in the direction of Raphael’s disappearance, she said absently: "Don’t ask, he still has the mission of secret science after all."

"Moreover," Aarond's daughter's voice became smaller and smaller: "It wasn't that I'let him go'."

Cohen looked at the female swordsman suspiciously.

"Me," Miranda sighed:

"I can't beat him."

Cohen was stunned.

He stared blankly at the female swordsman with her head down, and at the chief among the eight seeds of the End Tower.

Not right.

Cohen suddenly noticed—Miranda’s black hair should have been tied in a ponytail.

But I don't know when it has dispersed.

Cohen was startled thinking of something.

He lowered his head and found Miranda's headband in the moonlight.

The head rope has been broken.

The cut is flat-like being cut by a sword.

Cohen's face changed shamelessly.

This is... just now when Raphael and Miranda met for the first time...

"He?" Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief: "Raphael just... left his hand?"

The battle between swordsmen is always unpredictable.

It may be easy to kill a swordsman.

But be merciful to a swordsman-this means that at least you must have superb swordsmanship and situational control beyond the opponent.

The key is... Cohen clearly remembered that although the comprehensive assessment ranked second, among the eight seeds, Raphael was definitely one of the bottom three in terms of swordsmanship.

But now...

Miranda did not speak.

Cohen gasped hard. He looked at the truncated rope on the ground and realized that his old friend had indeed become strange.

"Miranda," the confused Cohen said with difficulty: "The last story you told, what did the knight and princess... mean?"

Miranda was silent for a few seconds.

"Hmph, Cohen," Miranda gave a wry smile, "As the son of the Karabyan family of "Twin Towers and Longswords", your knowledge of history is really bad."

Cohen flushed.

Okay.

He can only recognize it.

But he is really unfamiliar with the history of the period of Zhu Wangji! That’s what historians should do, right?

"The knight, named Comora Carlosser," Miranda explained in a low voice. She looked at the ground and shook her head: "And the princess, the daughter of his enemy, later became His wife."

"What a vulgar plot!"

Cohen frowned: "Wait... Comora, is this name a bit familiar?"

Miranda ignored him, but continued the story on her own:

"After that, the knight fought for twenty years, quelling the terrible war, bringing peace and stability, and establishing his ideal kingdom."

Cohen's brows tightened.

Suppressed the terrible war...

Established an ideal country...

"Because of his great achievements, unprecedented. For a time, even the patriarch of the Myoshin Church could not find the coronation and canonization etiquette suitable for him," Miranda chuckled and said quietly: "So, the knight's wife I personally woven a jasmine garland to crown him."

"His subordinates and people gave him an unprecedented title..."

Miranda finished speaking lightly:

"The Supreme Emperor."

At that moment, Cohen's mouth opened as wide as possible.

"This is the first emperor in history, Emperor Komora. It is the story of him conquering the Quartet and establishing an ancient empire."

Cohen's eyes were dazed, and he kept scratching his hair.

Well...It seems that his historical knowledge is really poor.

"So, Raphael meant..." Cohen asked hesitantly.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

Miranda turned her head, suddenly stretched out her hands, and put them on Cohen's broad shoulders.

Hugged the guard.

Then, buried his face in his chest.

Then press the weight of the whole body towards Cohen.

Cohen suddenly froze.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Cohen looked at Miranda in his arms blankly.

The next moment, when he reacted, he was so frightened!

What is this situation?

Miranda...the fierce Miranda--is actually in his arms...

That's not right!

That's not how the script is written!

Far Eastern proverbs are all said-a friend’s wife, can’t you...

If she recovers, I will...

If Raphael knew, I am not...

Just now.

"Sorry!"

The words of the female swordsman, trembling and crying, came from Cohen's arms muffled.

Cohen was shocked.

Crying?

"Let me lean on, just as if you are facing the wall," Miranda's voice was a little vague and changeable: "Let me lean for a while, just a while."

It's like crying.

Cohen lowered his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda.

The appearance of a female swordsman who has always been strong and self-reliant really surprised Cohen more than she threw herself into his arms and confessed to him.

Cohen also noticed that Miranda, who leaned her face in his arms, was shaking slightly with her hands on his shoulders.

"Well, Miranda," Cohen was at a loss, had to pat Miranda on the back awkwardly:

"It's okay, you are the seed chief of the End Tower and the future Duchess of the North, Lord Miranda Allende!"

"No matter what happens, you can..."

Wait.

Cohen was startled.

He thought of Miranda's keen observation.

Could it be that...

"Miranda?" Cohen was taken aback, "Did you find something in the battle just now? So... the conversation between you and Raphael became strange after the battle contact. "

Miranda trembled again in his arms.

Cohen confirmed his conjecture.

"It's Raphael, isn't it? You really found something." Thinking of Raphael's appearance, Cohen gritted his teeth and asked, "Raphael...what happened to him?"

Miranda flinched again.

Cohen looked at Miranda, feeling unspeakably sad.

"I can't tell you, but..."

"Very bad."

With Miranda's hoarse voice, the female swordsman's head leaning in Cohen's arms trembled again:

"Raphael... something terrible happened."

"Very bad."

"Very bad."

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The Hall of Valor, the Chamber.

"Go ahead," in the flames, the long-haired Grand Duke Culicon Ronnie frowned, looked at Thales with a strange expression, and said in his usual serious tone: "If Walton really What are your plans to form an alliance with Rumba?"

Thyls opened his mouth slightly, a little embarrassed: "Well, actually..."

Just now.

The second footstep came from outside the stone hall.

The two people in the hall turned their eyes at the same time.

With the shadow moving into the hall, a third person appeared in front of Thales and Duke Ronnie.

Tyles stared at the visitor blankly.

The pot cover head full of doubts, the Grand Duke of Southern Exter, and Perseus Trudida who rebuilt the tower raised his head, looked at Duke Ronnie, and then at Thales.

"Oh, oh," Trudida looked at Ronnie with a weird expression: "His Royal Highness, you didn't tell me that you also invited other people-and still, the honorable and proud Ronnie. Huh?"

"Are you also interested in this kind of conspiracy?"

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned deeply, thinking about something.

Thyls smiled awkwardly: "Don't be offended..."

These two people?

"Stand...Stand...Stand..."

Another footstep came from outside the hall.

Ronnie and Trudida looked at each other, looking at the people coming.

Following these old footsteps, the bald Grand Duke Lecco, who was guarding the city in the north, walked slowly into the chamber with a cautious look.

Thyls exhaled deeply.

Three people?

Three Grand Duke?

"Huh?" The elderly Grand Duke Lecco saw the three people in the field, and he couldn't help but startled slightly: "It looks like it's quite lively here?"

"It seems that someone is playing us like monkeys?" Trudida stared at Thales with a complicated expression: "This little prince of the stars, but promised me that he will meet alone..."

"Little devil," Grand Duke Ronnie spoke slowly, with a fierce expression: "You..."

Tyles' face twitched, and smiled: "It's not what you think..."

"I knew there was a problem!" A clearly unhappy voice reached the ears of the four people in the hall.

Thyls, Ronnie, Trudida, and Rakozzi turned their heads: The bearded Grand Duke Welland, Rebion Olesiu stepped into the chamber with a gloomy face.

Thyls sighed deeply.

Four grand princes.

"It seems," Thales opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Dear sir..."

"Everyone secretly overturned the Walton royal family..."

"I am very interested!"

The four grand princes looked at each other, and soon they understood something.

"I see," Grand Duke Olesiu looked at Thales, who was stiff with an anger, "Boy, don't you say the same thing to everyone, right?"

"I really admire it," the long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie sighed and shook his head: "A word can draw us all over."

Tyles took a deep breath, bearing the unkind gazes of several grand princes.

"Why don't we wait? Wait for the five people?" Trudida said sarcastically, "Perhaps the kid Puffett is on his way?"

When Thales was about to bear the interrogation of several princes, more and more footsteps sounded.

The four grand princes frowned at the same time and looked around.

In the chamber, many people dressed in guards and servant costumes filed in.

Many braziers have been lit.

The stone hall was suddenly bright as day.

A familiar voice came from the vicissitudes of life:

"It really touched me."

The old voice made the four grand princes look different at the same time.

"The fierce and decisive Rebion Olesiu."

"The cunning and slippery Persius Trudida"

"The unsmiling Couricun Ronnie."

"And Rogers Lecco, who seems loyal."

"Just a little bit of provocation~IndoMTL.com~A total of four princes are suspecting and plotting against your king?"

"I'm not dead yet, I'm so anxious, do I aim for Exeter's throne?"

Surrounded by the two rows of Blade Guards and Nicolai, King Nunn Walton VII stepped into his chamber with a majestic face.

The King of Exeter came to the long table and high seat under the Soul Slaughter Gun, raised his head, and cast his eyes on the four princes.

At that moment, Thales suddenly discovered that the figure of the old king was so tall.

The Marquis of Shreis and Putila also came to Thales in the crowd. The former smiled consistently and nodded to him, while the latter pursed his lips, observing everything in the field.

The four grand princes looked at each other with different expressions, then looked at King Nunn.

"Fuck you, kid," Grand Duke Olesiu took a sip and stared at Thales fiercely: "Collusion with the king... and trick us all?"

"What do you do now? Your Majesty?" Ronnie set up the table without paying attention, and sat down, "Should we be punished because the four of us came together in the chamber?"

"Still," Trudida gave Thales a nasty look, making his back chill: "The kid over there, want to accuse us of plotting against the throne?"

Oops.

Tyles sighed, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have a lot of hatred.

Thyls could only smile and spread his hands: "Actually, these are your Majesty Nunn..."

At this moment, King Nunn interrupted him.

"Persius was right," King Nunn exhaled slowly, his vicissitudes but full of majestic voice echoed in the stone hall: "We have only one thing to do."

Under King Nuen's sharp gaze, the four princes were all startled.

Just listen to the old king with his old but dynamic voice, slowly saying:

"Wait."