Chapter 60 The Game of the Heroes (Part 2)

In the eyes of the crowd, Cohen strode to the black prophet - the young man behind him.

"Raphael!"

The nobles around the 13th stone seat turned their eyes.

Cohen resisted the emotion and told the young man: "Rafael Lindbergh!"

The young man in the white robe also saw Cohen striding toward him. He showed a scornful smile, whispered in Morat's ear for a while, then greeted Cohen.

"You have been missing for three years!" Cohen's anger, even the king on the high seat and the two dukes noticed.

"Cohen!" The voice of the young man was light and bright - just as good as his looks, he opened his arms to Cohen: "You are still so energetic!"

Cohen unceremoniously slammed the other's arm: "Why don't you tell me?"

He looked at the kings in the distance, and stood alone, Lord Morat Hansen, who was no close, and said incredulously: "You are now... follow the 'Black Prophet'? You know his hand. How much blood and sin..."

"That is a misunderstanding of the world," Raphael said with a smile: "The contribution of Hansen to the stars, the sacrifice of the giant, far exceeds any adult present."

When Cohen glanced at it, he couldn't find a rebuttal. He only said: "I will talk about it later, you have been in the past three years..."

"Beside Hansen, listen and follow his teachings." Raphael is still the light expression.

“Teach?” Cohen snorted, his expression turned from surprise to anger: “This is the reason? You left Miranda for no reason, for three years! The reason is to go to listen to the teachings of the serpent?”

"Miss Miranda?" Raphael gently raised his arms and suddenly became cold:

"She never belongs to me, why not throw it?"

Cohen looked at his old friend incredibly, as if he knew him for the first time.

"Are you crazy? Miranda is still waiting for you to find..."

"For her sake, ask her to cut off those unrealistic thoughts."

Cohen's eyes widened and he sighed: "If you feel that you don't deserve her, then I can tell you now, she doesn't care..."

"That is the past, people will change." Raphael interrupted him coldly. "I used to like her very much. I don't like it now, just like that."

The young man in white noticed the gaze from the six stone seats. He whispered: "This occasion is not suitable for the old, and I am lost."

But when he turned around, his shoulders were clasped by Cohen!

"You haven't finished talking yet," Cohen suppressed his anger: "Damn - what the **** is going on! One can't be so fast!"

The cold-looking Raphael grabbed Cohen’s hand: “That is, you have never seen my true color, the heir to the twin tower swords, Karabyan police officer.”

Cohen slammed on Rafael's shoulder, his eyes filled with anger and suspicion.

He knows that this young man in front of him is an unforgettable genius in the Tower of the End. In the same period of the Tower of the End, he was even the first awakened person to end his power. The final assessment before the tower, he is the second, second only to Miranda, one more than Cohen himself!

The end of the boundless swordsman!

but why--

Cohen's look insisted on biting his teeth: "The Raphael I know, it is impossible to make such a choice! You...the tower was out that day, and then there was no more news... What happened?"

What happened?

Rafael sneered: "I have seen the true side of the world."

The next second, Cohen was caught in the hand, the end of a cold and violent violent, sweeping!

Instantly stirred up his body, a fierce resistance to the end of a star blue!

The surging power of the surging forced him to let go.

But Cohen didn't care about this.

He cares about something else.

Cohen was shocked to see his old friend, and he asked incredulously: "Raphael, yours, your ultimate power... I remember it was 'the sword of the sword', but why... Why would it be like this? ”

Raphael’s brow was picked, and he showed an incomprehensible smile and said briskly: “Compared to the original me – I am sublimated.”

Cohen could only squat, watching the old friend of the Tower of the End without hesitation and turning around without reluctance.

Rafael, who is facing him, has a cold look on his side: "Give you a message, Cohen Karabyan."

"Be careful today."

Raphael walked back to Morat Hansen indifferently.

The alert officer frowned and squeezed his fists, his eyes full of complexity and horror.

That feeling... is it...

Cohen’s eyes showed the sword and shadow of the night at Hongfang Street.

The swordsman in the red and black costumes, as well as his murderous, mad swords.

More importantly, it is the end of his violent and out of control.

Cohen took a deep breath.

No way?

After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly returned to his father's side.

"Do not ask."

In the face of the doubts of the father and the director, Cohen, full of doubts and anger, rarely made a knot.

Among the thirteen families, the Javier family with the bow of the Sun of the Sun, the Almond family with the cyan of the deep blue waves, and the Lasia family of the four-winged lizard arrived, and the crowd again commotion.

But after a complete comparison, the sensation when the Kevindir family arrived - this time, more passion.

The eyes of the tes in the dark box were sharp, and the sensational person was seen in the crowd.

Decent, the amiable Lord of the Emerald City, the Duke of the South Bank, Jen Kevindil, accompanied by a solemn old man, smiled slowly as he nodded to the people around him.

When he was close to the 13th stone seat, many nobles got up and pay tribute, and Jen was very patient and courteous.

Jen stepped to the center of the stone seat, facing the expressionless Kaiser V, kneeling on one knee and kissing the ring on his hand.

"Kevin Deere," Kessel frowned slightly. "I heard that you had a little misunderstanding with the Royal Guard yesterday?"

“District things,” Jen’s smile made a heartfelt smile: “No troubles.”

Kessel nodded and swept Zion's smile with deep eyes: "I hope so today."

Jen is slightly stagnation.

Sure enough, there must be something wrong.

Obviously it should be the drama of the aristocrats who forced the heirs, but it seems that Majesty is ready?

The guards passed through the first floor and passed the words to the square outside the hall. Then, from the bottom up, the cheers of the earthquake came again:

"Call - call -"

"Kevin - Kevin Deere -"

"Iris flower - three-color iris -"

The heart of Tyres sinks: The Duke of Iris, so popular?

Listening to the cheers coming from the Renaissance Palace, the young Duke calmly and calmly rose, and the butler behind him took his cloak quietly.

Jen sat in one of the six stone seats and smiled at the other two duches of different looks.

The smiling Duke Bob Cullen raised his hand and introduced to the chilly "Iron Eagle": "Val, this is the young Jen..."

But the Duke of the North, who is looking at Jane coldly, cares to interrupt the words of the Duke:

"Iris... You are the youngest duke of the stars?"

The interrupted Duke of Cullen did not think that he smiled and touched his stomach.

Jen’s glimpse, only the other side’s eyes are like swords, and the sharpness cannot be seen directly.

This is the "Iron Eagle" Val? Sure enough, like a rumor...

I just don't know, when Exeter's soldiers pointed to the North...

"The first time I met, the owner of the White Eagle, the Duke of Aarond." Jane chuckled and gave a lighter bow. "The youngest Duke, I am afraid to be afraid. According to the next, the owner of the Tebak family, It’s much younger than it’s.”

But Val is still not changing, and can't refute the truth: "No matter, since you got on that position, it means you have the right to participate in this game."

At this time, a discordant sharp voice shook through the crowd and interrupted the vocals of almost half of the hall.

"I'm sorry..."

Tyres heard a sharp and awkward voice coming from another side door and penetrating the crowd:

"Every time I step into this city, this so-called king is..."

The crowds were scattered, and the eyes of the nobles were quite complicated, both abominable and excited.

"You can smell the unique atmosphere of a city..."

"The kind of pampering smell... it’s just disgusting..."

On the carpet, the owner of the sharp voice, accompanied by the entourage, limped and walked toward the nobles.

"...It’s like an old man who is dying and dying, and a little white face with a squeaky scent. He can still sit on the throne of the six Dukes."

As soon as this was said, many nobles suddenly became jealous.

On the six stone seats, Jen's face was slightly stiff, and the fat Duke of Cullen laughed, and Val Allende narrowed his eyes and pinched his fist.

Taylors was surprised to find that a middle-aged man with a thinning hair had a dry, bloodless, and even a lip, which made him feel like he had fewer teeth in the upper row. Only a pair of smart and sharp eyes prove that this is a living person.

One of his feet had an obvious disability, supported by a cane, and embarked on a star-blue carpet for a six-story stone seat.

Val Allend squeaked his fist and looked badly: "I haven't seen it for many years, **** old bones."

"Cyrill!" Kaiser V on the throne reveals a playful smile: "You are coming, very good! Otherwise, the title of the 'most unpopular' at this meeting will be ours. The Duke of Lund was taken away."

On the one side, the Duke of the Northland snorted.

"Ha ha ha ha ha -"

This dry middle-aged man, the lord of the desert, the Duke of the West, the guardian of the West, Cyril Falkenhaus, gave a sly, sharp smile, and limped to the front of the king, holding a cane in one hand, half Kneeling and kissing his ring. Perform a chilly and sharp voice:

"Frankenhaus is never absent, sire."

The three dukes on the scene looked different, but they did not say anything.

Tyres frowned: the moment when Cyril bent down and bowed, the scarlet cloak behind him showed a scary skull pattern, and there were four eye holes on the skull.

Falkenhaus, the giant family with the four-headed skull as its emblem, has always been mysterious, and it is the first line of battle against the wild bone tribe and the orcs in the Western Wilderness.

"Three o'clock has arrived, six dukes have arrived at four, and the thirteen nobles have also come to eleven. Your Majesty, you can." Gilbert looked around the hall and headed to Kaiser.

Kessel slightly bowed, did not speak.

And the scepter on his hand was turned over by him in the air, and he slammed it to the ground!

"Boom--"

I don't know why, in the eyes of Thales, this sound, the sound of the shock actually spread throughout the hall, like a heavy hammer in the hearts of people!

The sound in the hall is getting smaller.

"You are the time -"

In the clever design of the Hall of Stars, Kessel's thick and majestic voice is unmistakably spread.

"The Kingdom of Stars, the end of the 672 years, the country is the meeting."

"Start here."

The halls of the crowded stars are quiet, and everyone’s eyes are looking to the center, where the king and the four dukes, the eleven counts, are in a strange silence.

Until the guards passed the word of the king out of the hall.

As a result, under the revival of the palace, the cheers and sensation of the Star Plaza re-exploded.

But it is very different from the imagination of the residents of Wangdu.

The country is a meeting, which was started by an aristocrat, questioning the country itself, and the mutual attack of the thirteen families.

"Sorell, what do you mean by this?" The nobleman of the Five-Star, the distant relative of the royal family, Bourne Tarren asked for anger:

"You are questioning the power of the convening of the country to be a conference?"

"I am not questioning the power of His Majesty - he is a king, of course he can do whatever he wants!"

The country is a skeptic of the legitimacy of the conference. Smith Sorell, the opponent of the "Border County Tax Exemption Order", the Golden Sun emblem, replied unceremoniously: "I question whether he keeps us The most basic respect for the nineteen nobles!"

Kaiser's majesty rubbed his cane, without saying anything, as if he did not hear this sentence.

The Earl of Sorell snorted and continued: "We have received the total order of the stars! It is a wise aristocrat who gathered in the high council to grasp the future of the stars! Not this mess, everyone The country that can come is a meeting!"

The civilian observers on the periphery suddenly heard the sound of protests, but they were immediately suppressed by the voices of the nobles in the center of the hall and the anger of the guards.

“It’s not unreasonable,” said the Earl of Lewis Bozdorf, who hinted that “as long as the lion is still wise and brave”, stroking Hu’s chin, thoughtfully: “In this case, no matter what, There will be no good results, let alone the big thing - or the higher council is more appropriate."

"We should move to a small meeting room right away."

"Bozdov, do you mean that we are scattered, and then open a small meeting of nineteen people?" The Earl of the North, with the white bear as the emblem, watched the count of the city's Lord Zemuto coldly and said: "All came to this place. Still tangled up with this matter - your mother didn't give birth to your brain?"

In the hall, the crowd blasted the pot for this undisguised insult and attack!

Even the Duke of Cullen and Jen on the six stone pillars frowned, only the Duke of the Northland laughed.

"My mother has a good memory and should have not forgotten this," Bozdorf said without hesitation, whispering back: "It is the Count of Zemuto -"

But his words were interrupted by another northern aristocrat.

"Shut up, Black Lion, we don't really care about your mother, or if you have a brain."

The lord of the lonely tower from the north, the Earl of Forrest, with the iron-colored long wall as the standard, tapped the stone seat with a sigh of relief. He was cold and indifferent: "We are going to the king of the south to deal with that big event!" What we care about is the safety of the stars. And your southerner who is a dog-in-law is still concerned about the invitations they have received. Is it right?

"Star security?" Before the irony of the king "Stand too high, can't see clearly", the aristocrat, Hodge Dalstein, came in. He shook his head: "Don't be arrogant, you care about your own safety - - But I don't want to blame you for this, because I am not nobler than you."

He leaned forward and swept his eyes over every nobleman: "But this is not a question of asking for a raise, but whether it is a matter of whether the country is a conference, kidnapping public opinion, and invading the lords of the lord - it is all about us. People's safety, not just the northern nobility!"

The audience is a big one!

Some people even shouted "Get out of the way! Selfish self-interested aristocrats!".

But the Count of Dastan was still in chaos, waving his hand to the lords, and screaming loudly: "Don't forget the desert war! Don't forget how you were forced to recruit the people of the territory, just to make a substitute for the royal family. Tone!"

The brow of Kaiser V was not wrinkled until then.

But I have to admit that his words are very convincing - Tyres also began to think about the purpose of this meeting.

"The things in the program can be discussed later, but that thing is imminent!" Earl of Tarren raised his hands and his eyes were tight: "We must make decisions today on how to deal with that!"

“Decision? How to make a decision?” Earl of Sorell slammed into the stone seat and looked round and round: “The eyes are full! The sky is shining! In front of so many civilians and even the eyes of the enemy, we are even connected to that thing. Can't mention it! How do we negotiate?"

“Simple,” “Black Lion” Bozdov smiled. “Everyone knows what is going on, and says what is the price they are willing to pay to solve it?”

At this moment, a sharp and sharp laughter came from the six Dukes: "Ha ha ha, that thing? - I said, how long have you been talking about it for so long?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of Exeter?"

"Afraid of the king? Are you afraid of these dukes?"

"I am still afraid of this room, afraid of the civilians in the square below?"

Everyone in the field changed his face and looked at Cyril Falkenhaus, who described the dying.

This family crest is the Duke of the West, the four-headed skull, and smiles slyly:

"Speak up!"

"Exeter's ambassadors, and their princes, were killed in the stars!"

Everyone is shocked!

Although the nineteen nobles knew this through the general order, this is still an undisclosed secret!

How dare he, how dare?

The Duke of Cullen frowned, and the Duke of Aarond patted his thigh, "shaking" his head, and Jen was close to his lips, not saying a word.

"Frankenhaus adults!" With the Duke of the West, the Earl of the Wing Fort in the western part of the kingdom, Cohen's cousin, Drey Kloma ugly tried to stop him: "We don't have to be in the country for this event." —"

"Shut up, kid! Adults are talking!" Falkenhaus interrupted his words rudely, letting him know some of his Earl of the Fort.

The old Karabyan count, who has always been close to the Klooma family, can't help but brow.

I saw Cyril Falkenhaus, his face was sullen and gnashing, it would be a taboo secret, continue to say:

"You all know well, but only the civilians don't know! The barbarian will not miss this opportunity!"

"That breaks the covenant - they have been waiting for twelve years."

"Everyone in the stars, whether it is a king, a nobleman, or a civilian, listens!"

"Stars, and Exeter."

"Between the shield of the Westland and the blade."

"The war is coming."

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(End of this chapter)