Cohen exhaled. He did not understand anything from just now until now.
The police officer almost began to doubt himself.
He made up his mind that no matter what the adulterous couple said, he would force them to stop this guessing game that always frustrated him and made him feel isolated, even though this situation often happened when he was in the Tower of Eradication.
"So?" Cohen said angrily, "Do you want to tell us the truth? Disaster Sword? Secret Intelligence Department? And the reason why you're here? "
Raphael looked at him, his gaze subtle.
"Hey!" Cohen subconsciously patted his saber. "I don't mind joining forces with Miranda to deal with you …"
Raphael looked at Cohen's expression and suddenly smiled.
"You know, Cohen," the young man in white resumed his usual optimistic tone, "I've always envied you.
"A simple world, simple thoughts, simple happiness.
"As beautiful as a knight novel."
Cohen was stunned.
'Simple …
'A knight novel …'
Cohen immediately furrowed his brows. 'This guy really knows how to pick the right time to scold me!'
Miranda snickered.
Raphael looked at Miranda's smile and his eyes moved.
Then, he smiled as well.
A sense of familiarity surged in Cohen's heart.
It seemed that when the three of them were still in the tower, they were like this too.
"Remember, keep a low profile and hide." Raphael slowly turned around and whispered to them, "Find a good place to hide. Don't look for people like Gu anymore."
In the next moment, Raphael's figure disappeared from the alley.
"Hey!"
Cohen's expression changed. He was about to chase after him, but Miranda grabbed his arm.
"Cohen!" Miranda lowered her head and said faintly, "Don't chase after him."
Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.
"You let him go just like that?" The police officer raised his hand in the air indignantly. "It's the first time we've met in three years. Aren't you going to ask anything? Including about the Disaster Sword? "
Miranda did not raise her head, nor did she look in the direction where Raphael disappeared. She said absentmindedly, "There's no need to ask. After all, he still carries a mission from the Secret Intelligence Department.
And, "Arunde's daughter's voice became softer and softer," I didn't 'let him go'. "
Cohen looked at the swordswoman in confusion.
"I …" Miranda sighed.
"I can't beat him anymore."
Cohen was stunned.
He stared blankly at the swordswoman who had her head lowered. He stared at the First Seat of the Tower of Eradication's Eight Seeds.
Something was not right.
Suddenly, Cohen noticed that Miranda's beautiful black hair should have been tied up in a ponytail.
Unknowingly, they had already dispersed.
Kohen suddenly thought of something and was shocked.
He looked down and found Miranda's hair tie in the moonlight.
The hair rope was broken.
The cut was smooth — as if it had been cut by a sword.
Cohen's expression changed.
This was … the first time Raphael and Miranda exchanged blows …
"Him?" Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief. "Raphael … held back just now?"
A battle between swordsmen was always unpredictable.
It might be easy to kill a swordsman.
But to show mercy to a swordsman, it meant that the swordsman must have superior swordsmanship and control over the situation.
The key was … Cohen clearly remembered that although he ranked second in the overall assessment, Raphael was definitely one of the bottom three among the Eight Seeds when it came to one-on-one duels.
But now …
Miranda said nothing.
Cohen panted with difficulty. He looked at the hair rope on the ground and realized that his old friend had indeed become a stranger.
"Miranda," Cohen, whose thoughts were in a mess, said with difficulty, "The story you told me at the end, about the knight and the princess … what does it mean?"
Miranda was silent for a few seconds.
"Hmph, Cohen." Miranda laughed bitterly. "As the son of the 'Sword of the Twin Towers' Karabeyan Family, your knowledge of history is terrible."
Cohen's face turned red.
'Alright.
I can only accept it.
But I'm really not familiar with the history of the Era of Kings! That's what historians are supposed to do, isn't it? '
"That knight's name is Camelot Carlose," Miranda explained in a low voice. She looked at the ground and shook her head. "And that princess, the daughter of his enemy, later became his wife."
"What a vulgar plot!"
Cohen frowned. "Wait … Camelot, doesn't this name sound a little familiar?"
Miranda ignored him and continued with her story.
"After that, the knight fought for twenty years, quelled the terrible chaos of war, brought peace and stability, and built his ideal kingdom."
Cohen's frown deepened.
'Quelled the terrible chaos of war …
'Built his ideal kingdom …'
"Because his achievements were so great that they were unprecedented, even the Patriarch of the Bright God Church could not find a suitable coronation ceremony for him," Miranda chuckled and said faintly, "So, the knight's wife personally weaved a ring of jasmine flowers and crowned him.
"His subordinates and people gave him an unprecedented title …"
Miranda finished her story calmly.
"Supreme Emperor."
At that moment, Cohen's mouth opened as wide as it could possibly get.
"This is the story of the first emperor in history, Great Emperor Camelot, who conquered everywhere and built the Ancient Empire."
Cohen's eyes were in a daze, and he kept scratching his head.
'Alright … It seems like my knowledge of history is really poor.'
"So, Raphael means …" Cohen asked hesitantly.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
Miranda turned her head and suddenly stretched out her hands and put them on Cohen's broad shoulders.
She hugged the police officer.
Then, she buried her face in his chest.
Then, she pressed her entire body weight against Cohen.
Cohen instantly froze.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds passed.
Cohen stared at Miranda in his arms in a daze.
The next moment, when he came to his senses, he was immediately scared out of his wits!
'What … What's going on?
Miranda … the fiendish Miranda — was actually in his arms …
'That's not right!
'That's not how the script is written!
'There's a Far Eastern proverb — a friend's wife is not allowed …
'If she comes to her senses, I'm …
'If Raphael finds out, I'm not …'
At this moment.
"I'm sorry!"
The swordswoman's voice was trembling and sobbing as it came from Cohen's arms.
Cohen was instantly shocked.
'Sobbing?'
"From now on, I'll treat you as a wall." Miranda's voice was a little muffled and distorted. "I need to lean on you for a while."
She looked like she was about to cry.
Cohen lowered his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda.
The swordswoman, who had always been strong and independent, was in this state. It was even more shocking to Cohen than if she threw herself into his arms and confessed her love to him.
Cohen also noticed that Miranda's hands on his shoulders were trembling slightly as she leaned her face against his chest.
"Well, Miranda …" Cohen, who was at a loss, could only awkwardly pat Miranda's back.
"It's okay. You're the First Seed of the Tower of Eradication, the future Duchess of the Northern Territory, Lady Miranda Arunde!
"No matter what happens, you can …"
'Wait.'
Cohen was stunned.
He remembered Miranda's sharp observation skills.
'Could it be …'
"Miranda?" Cohen was stunned. "Did you discover something in the battle just now? That is why … your conversation with Raphael started to become strange after the battle. "
Miranda shuddered again in his arms.
Cohen confirmed his suspicions.
"It's Raphael, isn't it? You hit his sword — and then discovered something!" Recalling Raphael's appearance, Cohen gritted his teeth and asked, "Raphael, he … What happened to him?"
Miranda shivered again.
Cohen looked at Miranda and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.
"I can't tell you, but …"
"It's terrible."
As Miranda spoke in a hoarse voice, the swordswoman's head in Cohen's arms trembled slightly again.
"Raphael … Something terrible happened."
"Terrible."
"Very terrible."
— —
Heroic Spirit Palace, Hall of Heroes.
"Tell me." In the firelight, the long-haired Archduke Kulgon Roknee frowned and looked at Thales, who had a strange expression on his face. With his usual serious tone, he said, "If the Waltons really form an alliance with Lampard, what are your plans?"
Thales opened his mouth slightly and said awkwardly, "Well, actually …"
At this moment …
A second set of footsteps came from outside the stone hall.
The two people in the hall turned their gazes at the same time.
As the shadow moved into the hall, a third person appeared in front of Thales and Archduke Roknee.
Thales stared at the newcomer in a daze.
Porpheus Trentida, the Archduke of Southern Eckstedt and the Archduke of Reformation Tower, raised his head and looked at Archduke Roknee, then at Thales.
"Oh my, oh my." Trentida met Roknee's gaze with a strange expression. "Your Highness, you didn't tell me that you invited someone else, and it's the glorious and proud Roknee, right?"
"You're also interested in this kind of conspiracy?"
Archduke Roknee frowned deeply as he pondered about something.
Thales smiled awkwardly. "Please forgive me …"
'These two people?'
* Thud … Thud … Thud … *
Another set of footsteps came from outside the hall.
Roknee and Trentida glanced at each other and looked at the newcomer.
Following the old footsteps, the bald Archduke Lecco of Defense City in the North walked slowly into the meeting hall with a cautious expression.
Thales exhaled deeply.
'Three people?
Three archdukes? '
"Hmm?" The elderly Archduke Lecco could not help but be slightly startled when he saw the three people in the hall. "It seems like it's quite lively here?"
"It seems like someone is playing us like monkeys?" Trentida stared at Thales with a complicated expression. "This little prince of Constellation promised me that we would meet alone …"
"Brat," Archduke Roknee said slowly with a fierce expression, "you …"
Thales' face twitched as he squeezed out a smile. "It's not what you think …"
"I knew there was a problem!" An obviously displeased voice traveled into the ears of the four people in the hall.
Thales, Roknee, Trentida, and Lecco turned their heads in unison. The bearded Archduke of Prestige Orchid, Reybien Olsius, strode heavily into the meeting hall with a gloomy expression.
Thales heaved a deep sigh.
'Four archdukes.'
Thales opened his eyes and said helplessly, "It seems like all of you esteemed Sirs …
"All of you are secretly overthrowing the Walton Royal Family …
"Very interested!"
The four archdukes looked at each other. Very soon, they understood something.
"I got it." Archduke Olsius glared at the stiffened Thales with a furious expression. "Brat, don't tell me that you said the same thing to every single one of them?" Thales' face was filled with rage.
"I really admire you." The long-haired Archduke Roknee sighed and shook his head. "You managed to attract all of us here with just a few words."
Thales took a deep breath and endured the archdukes' hostile gazes.
"Why don't we wait a little longer? Wait until all five of us are here? "Trentida said sarcastically." Maybe that brat Poffret is on his way here? "
Just as Thales was about to give in to the archdukes' questioning, more and more footsteps were heard.
The four archdukes frowned at the same time and looked around.
Many people dressed in the uniforms of guards and servants filed into the meeting hall.
Many of the braziers were lit.
The stone hall was instantly as bright as day.
A familiar, weathered voice rang.
"I'm really touched."
The old voice caused the four archdukes' expressions to change at the same time.
"The fierce and decisive Reybien Olsius.
"The cunning and cunning Porpheus Trentida.
"The unsmiling Kulgon Roknee."
"And the seemingly honest Rogers Lecco."
"With just a little provocation, all four archdukes are suspecting and plotting against your king?
"I'm not dead yet, and you're already so anxious to target the throne of Eckstedt?"
Flanked by two rows of White Blade Guards and Nicholas, Nuven Walton the Seventh stepped into his meeting hall with a dignified expression.
The common-elected king of Eckstedt came to the high seat at the long table below the Soul Slayer Pike. He raised his head and cast his gaze at the four archdukes.
At that moment, Thales suddenly realized that the old king was actually very tall.
Marquis Shiles and Putray also came to Thales' side from the crowd. The former wore his usual smile and nodded at him, while the latter pursed his lips and observed everything in the hall.
The four archdukes looked at each other with different expressions, then at King Nuven.
"Damn you, brat." Archduke Olsius spat and glared at Thales fiercely. "Conspiring with the king … to fool us?
"What do we do now? Your Majesty? " Roknee nonchalantly sat down on the long table. "Are you going to punish us just because the four of us gathered in the meeting hall?
"Or …" Trentida glanced at Thales maliciously, sending a chill down the latter's spine. "The brat over there wants to accuse us of plotting against the throne?"
"Our attendants and guards are all up there, Your Majesty." Archduke Lecco exhaled with a complicated expression. "If they want to get rid of us, this is an unprecedented opportunity."
'Sh * t.'
Thales sighed. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have attracted a lot of hatred.
Thales could only smile sheepishly and spread his hands. "Actually, these are all King Nuven's —"
At this moment, King Nuven interrupted him.
"Porpheus is right." King Nuven slowly exhaled. His aged but dignified voice echoed in the stone hall. "There is only one thing we need to do."
Under King Nuven's sharp gaze, the four archdukes were simultaneously stunned.
The old king spoke slowly in his old but powerful voice.
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