Chapter 114 The Convergence of Destiny

In the eyes of old Kaslan, Thales took a sigh of relief after he tried to get rid of the rye wine.

They rested for a quarter of an hour, and the Viscount Campida turned their heads and nodded to the fire knight Tulleha.

"Be prepared!" Tulleha ordered to his soldiers: "We are ready to go! Within five days, we must arrive at Welan!"

Upon hearing the words of the chief, the officers and soldiers of Exeter got up and left the money and walked outside the pub.

Everyone in the stars looks at Tyres.

Taylor looked at Putier, shrugged and jumped off the bar.

But just as he waved to the old man, Kaslan, he was ready to leave.

"Little devil, wait!"

Kaslan left the bar and walked over to Tyres.

Taylors discovered that this old man, Kaslan's body is extremely tall, almost seven feet, he had to raise his neck to an angle that can no longer be high, in order to barely look up to him.

Fortunately, Kaslan kneels in front of him.

"You have to apologize to King Nunn, is it?" Old Kaslan said slowly: "And I also heard that it was to repay the misfortune of Prince Morar in the stars."

“Yeah,” said Tyres, exhaling: “Look at whether King Nunn would be interested in my head.”

Kaslan watched his eyes move slightly.

"When I am as big as you are," the old man sighed: "It will only chase the sparrow behind his brother's ass."

Taylor smiled slightly.

But before Taylors opened his mouth, Kaslan took care of himself: "The damn, messy aristocratic political conspiracy, they never soften, aren't they?"

"Do you know whether you are seven or seventeen years old... God knows how Prince Morar died, but unfortunately, it is a good boy."

"This..." Tyres showed a surprised look: "Thank you for your understanding... Mr. Kaslan..."

Kaslan looked at him fixedly.

It wasn’t until Tyres’s sly look, pointing to the door.

"Listen," said old man Kaslan:

"I have served under Nuen, and to some extent, I am more familiar with him."

Does this pub owner know King Nunn?

Tyres glimpsed, and he turned his head to look at Canbida not far away.

Why are they bringing themselves here? Is it really for the rest of the way?

Kaslan sighed softly: "He was a good king when he was young, a standard Walton sturdy man."

"I still remember that Nunn Walton stood at the 38th whistle and looked at the scene of the hammering the orc.

"He was bold and generous, tolerant and fair, and he could stop in front of the orc's axe for a nameless pawn--every warrior thought he was slain."

"Oh?" Taylor's eyes lit up: "It's good, it looks like, at least he won't be the king who ordered my head to be cut."

"But people will change."

Old Kaslan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes became blurred and erratic: "Nun is also a human being, he will be old, and he will be confused by rumors and temperament, a day left for desire and impulse."

"He has the blood of Nakaru Axe, but he is not a perfect dragon or hero."

"Especially... he is still a father who lost his son."

Tyres can't help but see.

Kaslan bowed his head and stared at Tells: "Be careful, the second prince of the stars."

"Exeter is a symbol of the dragon, but for six hundred years, we have only worshipped the power of the dragon, learned the pride of the dragon, and left the wisdom and wiseness of the dragon behind."

"While we claim to be children of the North Wind and the Dragon, the empire of the empire is not half as small as the stars."

"What do you mean?" Tyres widened his eyes: "What do you mean: Exeter's domestic situation may be worse than you think?"

"Child, take care." Kaslan just shook his head and gently put on his shoulder: "Since you gave the money, but did not drink, then this is my advice to you."

Taylors had to spread his hand: "Thank you for your advice..."

Unfortunately, it is useless.

It will still come.

In any case, he has to face Nuen VII.

"Right," Kaslan hesitated for a while, suddenly spit out a sigh of relief and said: "If you encounter a crisis that cannot be turned around in Exeter... even if King Nunn can't save you..."

King Nunn can't save me?

Tyres is suspicious: What does this mean?

"There is a meat shop on the westbound lane of Longyan City. The signboard is a dagger." Kaslan snorted and whispered in the look of Tyre's frowning batter: "The boss is a Far Easter surnamed Gu. I owe me a favor in the past, it is a daring guy, always dare to do something that violates the law."

"If you want to help him - just say ‘six and a half’.”

Under the surprised eyes of Taylors, the old man Kaslan slaps again and slaps his shoulder!

The second prince is another embarrassment.

In the eyes of Tyres, who was licking his mouth, the old man in front of him slowly stood up and laughed boldly:

"Come back next time, remember to drink my rye!"

"That is the symbol of a man!"

Before Putile showed his murderous eyes, Taylors left with a smile.

Cambida frowned and watched the stars and the stars go away.

Then he slowly walked to the bar and turned to the old man, Kaslan.

"You see it, the next king of the stars," Campida's eyes radiated cold: "You see how different he is, the maturity machine has changed - what are we doing when we were seven? Nunn Wangqi What are you doing when you are old?"

"Well," old man Kaslan stared at the pub's door and slowly said: "The child's eyes are really different from everyone else."

In the eyes of the child, he could not see awe or nervousness, only full of interest and curiosity.

There is also the mystery of self-confidence and firmness, as if it has never been shaken.

This is not a look that should be seen by a child who is afraid of being a family.

"This is the next opponent we will face in Exeter... I am almost certain that when he grows up, he will become the enemy of Exeter." Campida curled his mouth and knocked on the bar. : "Unfortunately, Dagong can't directly deal with him."

"When are we in the Northland, when will we become a seven-year-old child, and we will be afraid of it?" Kaslan disdainfully said: "Maintain the country in conspiracy and fear... This is the stormy empire." thing."

"Of course," the murderer of the Grand Duke of Lombard whispered: "To this end, we need a better king, not a generation of old-fashioned corpses, and no one who is not smothered."

“Hey,” Kaslan grabbed two glasses and put them in the kitchen window: “So Chaman Rumba is really a good candidate?”

"I believe that you still love Exeter and love the kingdom of the dragon," Campida fixedly looked at him: "Even if Nunn slams you out of the White Blade Guard."

"Hey!" The old man seems to be particularly convinced: "Nun didn't drive me away!"

"I left myself!"

Campida did not speak, just staring at the old man.

really?

After a few seconds, he slowly said:

"So you still don't agree?"

"Ha!" Kaslan shook his head in a mocking voice: "I am just a tavern owner, can you promise something?"

"'Cassland in the land,' as the last leader of the Whiteblade Guard, your prestige is still preaching among them, and the thirty-eight sentinel is still telling your story." : "As long as you have a word..."

"Why, do you want me to use my influence and connections to convince my old subordinates to stand on the side of Chaman?" Kaslan grinned disdainfully.

"I believe that you will make the most favorable choice for Exeter," Cambida looked indifferent, but his eyes were sharp and he looked straight at the old man Kaslan:

"Caslan Rumba..."

"After all, you are the uncle of the Grand Duke."

Caslan jerked up.

"It is still the most famous commander of the White Blade Guard since the founding of Exeter." Cambyda faintly said.

"In the coming storm, you are destined to be independent."

Of course, perhaps more than "convincing the old subordinates", maybe even further.

Cambyda silently thought: After all, the White Blade Guard is the king's guard, responsible for the personal safety of the Exeter King...

"Do you know what reminds me of this?" Kaslan interrupted his thoughts.

Cambida politely bent his mouth and smiled.

The old man looked at him coldly.

"Queso Rumba was asked by the Empire to convince his hometown to cooperate with the Empire, pay taxes, and no longer resist."

"If I say no, Chawman, is that kid going to exile me to the rebuilding tower?"

Cambida frowned.

"You just go back and tell my nephew:" Kaslan whispered, but categorically:

"Go to his mother's Lombard."

"Well," Campida sighed and shook his head without surprise: "At least you should be able to help the second."

Kaslan snorted: "You always care about the interests, are you?"

"This time," Cambyda narrowed his eyes: "It’s about the prince."

Kaslan put away a few cups again, ignoring the Viscount.

"In Exeter, someone wants to assassinate the prince - whether it is to blame the Grand Duke, or to disrupt the situation," Campida said with a black face: "They even used officers who lurked in our magic guns. spy."

"You know that I hate these dirty politics the most," Kaslan looked up and said unceremoniously: "I don't want to know anything..."

"The next thing is related to you," Cambida interrupted him. "Da Gong wrote a letter yesterday. We found the clue of the officer spy in the black market, but it was cut off halfway."

"What about me?" Kaslan was rude.

"Those who cut the clues halfway through the sword of the End of the Tower, using an unusual end-of-power!" Campida whispered as if to say a secret: "And they are not The people at the end of the tower."

Kaslan is a glimpse.

"Go on," the old man dipped: "What is the end of power?"

"I know you'll care..." Kambida said sharply: "It's the kind of frenzied and out of control that you have been for a long time. I remember you are still working for the Tower of the End?"

"Just to save Shao’s personal feelings," said Kaslan’s eyes with nostalgia: "After all, how many years have I graduated..."

But he then looked at Cambyda seriously: "What else?"

"Our super-ordered swordsman, Croce--remember, he is the daughter of your comrade-in-arms, the strong little girl - seriously injured in their hands, almost life is not guaranteed."

"She is the only one who has escaped."

Caslan clenched his hands.

"The clues we traced were broken. The only clue is that we have only those strange endings..." Campida said sincerely: "We need your help...even for the end of the tower, not for the Lombard. ”

"People who are in the same name as ‘灰剑卫’, the pride of the Tower of the End, the pride of the White Blade Guard – ‘撼地’ Kaslan Rumba.”

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The tower of the end of the day, the lounge of the heritage house.

"What we can be sure of is that the sword of disaster does not have the complete inheritance of the swordsmanship of the Northern Army." One of the enemies of the environment, Jeddy Tafner sat on the table and said to his students: "Even if it is outdated After all, it is a set of swordsmanship developed by countless swordsmen and mages... and the inheritance house has the most complete preservation system."

"We can start from here..."

"Good... you can continue to find a book here, Jeddy."

The tired and tired Cohen Karabyan leaned on the table, knocked on the table legs, and licked the red eyes: "I can't stand it anyway - but I will remember this good time, sneaking with the teacher every night. The day of entering the library of truth..."

Jeddy’s face suddenly darkened.

"You have to give up?" His teacher said uncomfortably: "A tracing of the sword of disaster?"

"Not giving up," said the blonde's alert officer. Cohen didn't say so well: "But do you know how many books are in the book of truth?"

"Then, I only received a letter from a beautiful woman yesterday..." Cohen yawned despite the poor face of Jeddy: "Go to personal love."

Yala.

Is this her name?

Cohen touched the letter in his arms and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

That cool double-knife girl.

However, at this time, a harsh and cold old voice came from behind the mentoring.

"Jeddy Tafner."

"Cohen Karabyan."

Jeddy and Cohen both trembled together!

"Plop!" Jeddy slammed down the table, a careless, fell to the ground.

"Hey!" Cohen violently bounced off the ground and slammed into the table.

The two were in a hurry, one with a twist on their knees and one with a scalp and a grin.

They stood up in a difficult way, trying to stand up straight, showing the most obedient and friendly smile, looking at the unknown when it appeared, the waist hanging sword, the face of the cold East gray gray old man.

"Oh! Shao! When did you come back, they all said that you went to Fengdaogu to inspect..." This is the end of the tower, the end of the tower, Jeddy Tafner.

"Master Shao! Master Shao! Oh, I am going back to visit you for the first time, and I have specially brought you the special products of the stars..." This is a star-studded star kingdom police officer and city defense captain. , Cohen Karabyan.

But the gray-haired old man - Shao did not care about their smile.

"The table in the lounge is not for dancing." Shao stared at Jeddy, who was looking for a good expression. The cold voice made Jeddy's smile more and more stunned: "The inheritor must be a good example!"

"Of course, of course." Jeddy Tafner nodded honestly and sincerely.

Then he turned to Cohen, and the irony serious face scared the latter: "Since there are chairs, don't sit underground."

"Well, yes, yes." Cohen listened carefully to the teachings.

The two smiled and nodded again and again, how respectable and respectful.

Just kidding, this is the tower master of the Tower of the End - Gray Sword!

He is the lightest punishment for the students, but one hand stands up for an hour!

And it is worth the punish of the lightest punishment - for example: when walking, the steps are too big, the manner is not good!

Gray sword guarded them coldly.

Jeddy and Cohen stood one by one straight.

Fortunately, Shao finally only snorted and did not say anything.

The two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Until Shao said the next sentence.

"I heard," Shao slowly said: "You have stolen the library of truth in the past few days - many times?"

Jedi and Cohen are both petrochemical in situ.

"This... listen to me," Jeddy smiled slyly. "That... you are not right, Cohen found some clues about the "Sword of Disaster", so..."

"This is for the tower of the end, for the "cleaner"," Cohen moved out of the language he had learned in the warning room, and he patted his chest in a reckless manner: "We are making a "sword of disaster"..."

However, Shao’s serious, low-pitched voice slowly rose and interrupted them.

"Very good." Gray Jianwei looked serious: "Cohn Karabyan."

Cohenton raised his chest in a solemn manner and stood up straight.

"You go to Exeter right away," Shao said slowly. "There is an old friend named Kaslan who needs help."

"Ah? Kaslan?" This is Jeddy. He looked at Shao with amazement: "You mean the drunkard Northland Uncle who used the sword as an axe?"

Shao turned to him, and his cold eyes forced Jeddy to shut up.

"But..." Cohen touched his head slyly: "I have to go back to the stars to help my friends first..."

"Cro Axi, remember, your time," Shao Shen said: "She was injured in the hands of the sword of disaster... This life is likely to be unable to use the sword again."

Cohen looked up and looked blank.

Croy Ash...

In his eyes, there was a girl in the north of the sun who was holding the sword and biting her teeth.

There is also a white tooth for her.

"Okay," the police officer turned without hesitation and firmly pointed to the two followers: "I am going to prepare... how serious is the situation? Do you need me to bring the family's private soldiers?"

"The private soldiers with the stars and nobles entered the territory of Exeter," Jeddy said, "Is your brain pumping?"

Cohen nodded sullenly.

"You won't be the only person," Shao Shen said. "There will be another person who will meet you on the road... She has just joined the "Cleaners" in the near future."

Cohen was a glimpse.

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Broken Dragon Fortress, North Gate.

"Be careful on the road, although Rumba has already withdrawn, the war has not been fought, but after all, it is Exeter." The flower of the fortress, Sonia Satherley looked at the ready-to-go Miranda Arend, and chuckled: " Although I would like to suggest that you bring the private soldiers of the Aaronde family..."

“This is the border between the two countries,” Miranda whispered. “It’s impossible to bring troops together.”

not to mention……

Aaronde...

Miranda pulled his black gloves and pinched the white eagle's emblem on his cuffs.

The flower of the fortress looked at his own subordinates and sighed: "Go out and hide, after all, your uncles in the Aaronde family are really annoying..."

Miranda bit her lip and didn't speak.

"This is not to avoid." She faintly said.

"Good," Sonya reluctantly held her shoulders: "This is for friends, is it..."

Miranda patted the white hilt at the waist and nodded.

Croy Ash.

A girl who never gives up.

"We are studying under the hands of a teacher," said the daughter of the Duke of Aaron de Chelsea: "When she is in trouble, I must be by her side."

There are not many things left in the world.

It must be cherished.

Miranda remembered the light and bright white figure in his memory, and his tone of joy and happiness.

Can not help but slightly curled up the corners of the mouth.

She turned to step on the stable.

"Reassured, sir, I am not a helpless little cat."

"And, I am not alone," Miranda Arende rode on the horse and nodded to Sonya. "An old friend will go with me."

"The problem is solved, I will come back."

She smashed the gate of the fortress.

Sonya looked at the back of Miranda, looking away from the looming white eagle sign behind her, and sighed.

Really not to avoid it?

To the book friend "Gu Daoyu": Gu has appeared for the first time.

(End of this chapter)