Chapter 122 clues

"It's coming very fast." In the back kitchen of the hero pub, Kaslan sighed and looked at a man and a woman in front of him: "So you are the best seed in the last few sessions of Tari, to help people. ?"

Cohen Karabyan had already taken off his police uniform and replaced him with a warm Northland thick leather robes, but the blond hair was still dazzling.

Miranda Arende wore snow boots and wore a dark half body armor. The black hair of the shoulders was tied into a ponytail, and the eagle emblem on the black gloves disappeared. Come out is the lady of the Aaronde family.

Through the rigorous training and trials of the Tower of the End, they all know how to better disguise and hide themselves... Survival in the wild is always a compulsory course for the end of the swordsman and the end of the knight.

But their disguise seems to have failed in front of the pub old man.

"I don't understand," said Kaslan, the old man of white hair, frowning. "This is not a trial game... Shao has sent two small nobles? My young master?"

Cohen looked stiff.

Where is the stuffing?

He looked down and looked at his own body.

"Don't look at it, it's you, silly boy," Kaslan said coldly to his descendants: "Your stance and pace."

Cohen turned to Miranda, and the latter frowned and looked back at Cohen.

"I can smell the battlefield officer smelled by your body six kilometers away." Kaslan shook his head: "Look at your face, I am so scared that I am ready to jump and bite the rabbit. It is just Come back from the front line of the Western Wilderness."

Cohen looked at the old man in surprise.

how is this possible?

I am just a normal alert.

According to Jeddy's suggestion, he clearly has adjusted very well, and the symptoms of "battle withdrawal" are invisible.

Unless... Cohen looked at the old man with dignity: he was also his own kind.

Animals that live on the battlefield.

And it is a very terrible kind of thing - Cohen thinks of the indifference of some members of the death squad in the desert, can not help but feel cold.

Cohen looked at the old man in front of him and gave Miranda a look. Unfortunately, the old man used to ignore him. In desperation, Cohen had to smile and said: "Mr. Kaslan, Master Shao will pursue the disaster. The task of the sword is handed over to us..."

But his words were immediately interrupted by Kaslan.

"And you, the little girl, a mercenary dressed very professionally, should be unobstructed in places like Ellen Bia," Kaslan ignored Cohen, he continued to look at Miranda, his tone was hard and solid: "But you know, There are not many mercenaries in the Northland. The people here are aggressive. Many people in the house can handle them with swords. The mercenaries have no business here... Your dress will be very awkward."

Miranda changed his face.

"And your temperament... probably only a fool can't recognize you as a nobleman, Miss Arend."

"But forget it," Kaslan sighed. "At least a lot better than many aristocratic young people, Miss Aaronde's family."

When I heard this, Miranda opened his mouth in surprise.

how come……

My identity.

How did he see it?

When I entered the border, I did not leave a little white eagle logo on my body.

"I said," I saw the old man sitting on the seat pressing his hands on his knees. His eyebrows were high and he was suspicious: "Do you really know what kind of existence you are facing?"

"The two dukes and the descendants of the Earl's family, and the people of Aaron," Kaslan looked disgusted and screamed: "Miss Young Master of the Grand Aristocrat..."

"You will write a letter back and let Shao send some people to come... It is best to have a polar master..."

Cohen raised his brow.

bad.

Connector people look at us bad?

What should I do?

At this time, the woman of Aaronde’s family suddenly stepped forward and stared at Kaslan with anger.

"Listen, old man," Miss Miranda Arende said with a bad look: "You do your job well, and we do our work - this is the most ideal situation, as for our ability..."

"We know what dangers we have to face, and we are not a spoiled young master," Miranda said with a serious face and a word: "Cohn is my same period, the awakening of the stars, I know him."

"He spent many years in the front line of the Western Wilderness. He knows everything from fighting to war. He is an excellent soldier and officer. On the battlefield, his role will not be more than an old bone in some decades. The extreme masters are worse." Miss Arendt said faintly.

Cohen looked at Miranda in surprise and watched him the same time he refused to give in.

God.

When did she praise herself last time?

Is it true that a woman will lose her temper after she loses her love?

Kaslan showed a funny look and looked at the little girl in front of her.

Haven't touched an old bone for decades?

interesting.

Really energetic.

If I am 30 years younger...

"And I served under the flower of the fortress, led the army of the stars, in the cold castle, in the old tower, in the watch city, back and forth countless times on the border between the two countries, and also played against the people of the Lombard countless times," Milan Dad stared sharply at Kaslan: "I know how to fight, the old man."

"We are not newcomers who have no experience."

"Of course, perhaps from the point of view of your old-fashioned, only the polar masters like Shadtier and Master Gedi can cope with this situation."

"But Mr. Kaslan, anyone can dislike our experience and ability because we are the young master of the aristocratic family, but you are not qualified to say so."

Caslan narrowed his eyes.

"I listened to your name for the first time, Mr. Kaslan," Miranda slowly put on the sword at the waist: "Not because of your 'squatting' reputation, but because of your last name, Kaslan Rumba."

Kaslan brows a pick.

Cohen was actually holding it.

"Yes, every Aaron's family--all must know the situation of the deadly enemy family." The female swordsman calmly sighed.

"So?" Kaslan squinted again.

Miranda stared at Kaslan in front of her eyes. "So, if you are a member of the Lombard family and have an opinion on the name of Arend, you can say it."

Miranda tightened her pupils, staring at every flaw in the old man's body, clenching her hilt, and her tone: "We use swords to resolve differences, old man."

Kaslan looked at Miranda's sword and smiled disdainfully.

"Of course, or you are just a simple provocation, want to see our strengths personally?" Miranda speaks profoundly.

"If it is, then we will start quickly, quickly settle, and then continue our mission, instead of staying here with a bad old man nonsense."

Kaslan looked at Miranda, and the smile disappeared, and the face was cold and expressionless.

Looking at the conflict that is about to break out, Cohen is anxious to scratch his head: "Hey, that, Miranda... Should we..."

Just at this time.

"what!"

Kaslan screamed and interrupted Cohen again.

Kaslan patted the table and slammed up from the seat.

Even though he is already sixty, he is nearly seven feet tall, with muscles that seem to have no retreat, and still feels oppressive.

Miranda's sharp eyes are still unchanging, she just bends slightly and adjusts the angle of the shot.

"Okay, the temptation will stop here!" Kaslan suddenly laughed: "Interesting, little girl!"

"The look of anger is like a little female leopard!"

Miranda clenched his teeth.

So far?

Little female leopard?

This old man...

"Little Crowey really didn't make a mistake," Kaslan's eyes were sharp. He showed his yellow teeth and slowly said: "Miranda's observation is excellent, and he is determined to be determined and decisive. He is too proud. point."

Miranda stunned.

Croy Ash...

"Ah!" Cohen said with excitement in his palm: "The original uncle, you know Crowey... What did she say about me?"

"You..."

"Well, she said..." Kaslan didn't care about Cohen's call from "Mr." to "Uncle". He recalled it and turned his head, showing a strange expression: "Cohn Karabyan is not bad, But a dull idiot, that's it."

Cohen snorted and then smiled and smiled.

There is no mourning in my heart.

My image... it turned out to be so bad.

Kaslan looked at Cohen and smiled.

"Kid..."

"Come on, kid!" Kaslan laughed and slapped on Cohen's shoulder.

Cohen’s face changed, but his teeth insisted on his body.

Looking at the unwavering posture of the latter, Kaslan secretly applauded.

"You know," Kaslan's old man said with great enthusiasm: "My mother's mother also called me at the beginning - a dull fool!"

Cohen was full of three seconds.

Mother?

and so……

"Enough," Miranda frowned and interrupted them: "Can you say that something is right?"

Cohen didn't think about Crowe's things anymore. He shrugged helplessly and gestured to Kaslan: She is like this.

"Hey," Kaslan paused and smiled. His face changed: "Listen, I know why you were sent to deal with the sword of disaster."

"You, kid, you were sent for a reason, Shao told me," Kaslan looked at Cohen seriously: "You have encountered a sword of disaster, right?"

Cohen glanced and nodded subconsciously.

He bowed his head.

"It’s in the king of the stars." Cohen’s face was heavy and heavy: “They are related to the blood bottle.”

As for the sword of another disaster - Cohen remembered the reunion of the hall of the stars, clenched his teeth and stopped talking.

not the right time yet.

"You didn't tell me this, Cohen." Miranda frowned and looked at her.

Cohen frowned and gently rubbed his teeth, not answering.

Not that I don't want to tell you.

But... if you want to say something about the sword of disaster.

Na Rafael, he...

Cohen’s expression is unchanged, clenching his fist slightly

"And you, little girl," Kaslan turned to look at Miranda: "You are not pulled into the clearer for no reason, is it?"

Cohen's face changed. He looked up and looked at the female swordsman. This is similar to his origins, his experience is similar, and he has known each other for many years.

Miranda bit his teeth and did not say anything.

Kaslan did not speak, just waited for her to answer quietly.

After a few moments, Miranda had a hard time opening.

"This is about my father, the Northern Territory... the former Duke of the North Border, Val Allen." Speaking of this, the young lady of Aaronde sounded a meal.

Cohen looked at her worriedly.

Who is the duke of treason?

But in the eyes of Kaslan, this neat little girl, despite her unstable voice, still bit her teeth and slowly said in a word: "In the last four or five years, I found him with some The strange swordsmen from the north have come and go...and their end of power is weird..."

Miranda looked up and was dignified: "I told Shatil about this."

Cohen showed a surprised look.

"Look, this is why you are here... You have all been exposed to the sword of disaster, and even directly to know their characteristics." Kaslan slowly said: "So you are included in the purge."

Cohen looked at the familiar vocabulary.

"Uncle, do you know who is clear?" he asked.

"Know?" Kaslan laughed and laughed.

Cohen looked at him strangely.

"A long time ago," Kaslan’s face slowly cooled down. "It’s me and Shao, who formed the cleaner."

Cohen's eyes widened and Miranda stared at the old man with surprise.

"Listen, the cleaners were established very early," the old man said slowly. "As the sword of disaster has been active for a long time."

“A long time ago?” Cohen repeated it seriously. He remembered the record of the blood bottle and the sword of the disaster in the past 100 years.

"A long time ago," Kaslan nodded solemnly: "We - two young people who are crazy about swordsmanship and curious about the end of the power, trying to find out the truth of the sword of the disaster and ultimately eradicating their threat."

"At that time, we were almost the same age as you, and it was far from the extreme. It was impulsive and active, regardless of the consequences." Kaslan was faint.

"I and Shao have done a lot of work... all kinds of things, but they are always ineffective. At that time, the sword of disaster is much lower-key and hidden than it is now - many times, we can't find it for several years. Their traces." Kaslan’s face showed a nostalgic expression.

"Later, I joined the White Blade Guard. As for Shao... he became a successor." Kaslan slowly said: "The clearer stopped."

"Until one day, Shao informed me that he was going to reconvene the purgers."

“Why?” Cohen wondered: “Why do you want to reconvene?”

Kaslan slightly looked at him with a deep look.

"Because they - the sword of disaster has resumed activity," Kaslan's words with the dignity of the oppressed: "just twelve years ago."

Kaslan’s fierce and vigilant eyes, like a dangerous hunter staring at the prey, took the next sentence from his teeth: “And more active than ever, more unscrupulous, more dangerous and deadly.”

Cohen was stunned.

Twelve years ago...

That is not...

He looked at his own time.

I was shocked by the fact that I saw Miranda tightly biting the back molars.

But the little girl is more pale.

It is like thinking about the past that is unbearable.

Cohen frowned.

"Follow me," Kaslan stood up solemnly and said: "I will take you to see Croce and the clues of the sword of disaster."

The old man turned and took them away.

"This time the matter is deeply involved, not only the sword of the disaster and the tower of the end, but also the prince of your stars." Kaslan opened a door, led the way in front, and walked along.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Cohen said in surprise: "You mean, the second prince of Exeter, Tyres Comet?"

Miranda frowned.

"Yeah," said Kaslan with a smile: "It was an interesting child, and I only stopped here before."

"The heir to the stars... What happened to him and the sword of the disaster?" Cohen asked solemnly.

"Shao they didn't tell you?" Kaslan looked back strangely.

Cohen shook his head, and Miranda on the side thought of something and his face changed.

Just listen to Kaslan slowly:

"The sword of disaster, tried to assassinate your Highness."

At that moment, both Cohen and Miranda were stunned.

After a few seconds.

"The Sword of Disaster?" Cohen hurriedly asked: "Why? Why did they kill the prince and heir of the stars? I thought their goal was only us, just the end of the tower..."

"Listen, you don't understand the sword of disaster, I don't know," Kaslan changed his tone. He stopped and turned around. "But according to my experience in the early years..."

Kaslan showed a dignified look: "Their purpose is not to defeat the tower of the end, but to replace it as simple as that."

"As for the prince... who knows, maybe it involves some northern lords who want him to die..."

"Impossible!" Miranda calmly said: "Kerther's vows with the oath of the throne have bound those who want to murder him - His Royal Highness will be safe in Exeter, no one dares to start with him. ""

"Really?" Kaslan laughed, and when the laughter disappeared, he looked at the young man in front of him.

"Your prince, and the oath of your king... let him become the precious ancient alchemy ball. Once it is destroyed, it will explode and hurt people," Kaslan said faintly: "Really, in the North. Everyone dare not do anything to him, at least not let him explode in his own hands."

Having said that, Kaslan bowed his head and his eyes sank: "But they all want him to explode in the hands of others."

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Thales looked at Nicholas and Marquis of Slyce in front of him, thinking about the invitation, or the request, of King Nunn.

"Wait a minute, listen to what you mean," Taylors gave birth to an ominous premonition: "Nouun Wang has not found the enemy, the co-worker of the Grandpa of Lombard?"

"Look, this is why we came to see you," Marquis de Slys nodded slightly, showing a polite smile.

"Why do you want me?" Taylors said dullly: "I am just a seven-year-old kid, can't play such a high-end game."

"You are not just a seven-year-old child, but a seven-year-old genius," added Slyce's eyes.

Tyles closed his eyes and only felt a headache.

Ugh.

"As you said, the prince of the stars, you are the one that should have accepted the anger of Nunn," Niely slowly opened his mouth, and his tone was full of faint coercion: "Now there is a chance to get rid of you." The pain that should not be tolerated."

"Yes or not, look at your decision, kid."

Taylor sighed long.

"About the collaborator of the Lombard Grand Duke," the deputy of the mission, Putilit has realized how the matter will go, and he asks dignifiedly: "What do you know now?"

"We have a very obvious goal," Niely replied palely. "When you are still under the Broken Dragon Fortress, Lombard has been besieging your mission in order to win the fortress, trying to lure the fortress. The defenders attacked."

"Yes," thought of Arak and his wrath guard, and Tyres took a deep breath: "There is such a thing... that is not a pleasant memory."

"The magical guns in the Rumba army, under the command of a spy officer, tried to assassinate you," Nie Lai, who was riding on the horse, continued: "And according to the information we have and the darkroom, the spy is almost certain." The black hand behind the officer is our goal."

Tyres thought of the bombardment of the magic gun, and looked at the snow with a sigh of relief.

"As far as I know, Rumba is also investigating this matter. When we arrived at the heroic tavern of Lord Kaslan, their investigation seems to have progressed..." Putilla frowned: "So, The behind-the-scenes black hand who sent a spy in the Rumba army and tried to kill His Royal Highness and then blame the Rumba happened to be the collaborator of Lombard when he planned to murder Prince Morar?"

"It sounds very chilling, isn't it?" The Marquis of Slyce shook his head gently, his eyes deep: "He murdered his prince with the Lombard public, but immediately ran a murder in the murder of another different king. Grandpa of Lombard."

"The nobles are like the white mountain vultures fighting for carrion. They are intriguing and intriguing." Edda under the cloak suddenly said: "Northland, and the northern people, even the nobles and lords, were not like this before."

"Without the empire, you are falling faster."

The people on the move were silent for a moment.

"Northland, Beidi people," Nie Leilai was like a nerve that was touched. He stared at the red dragon flag on the red side of the front, slowly nodded and said: "There will be one day, we will find Returning to the pride of the children of the dragon."

"In short, the Grand Duke of Black Sand still doesn't know that the person who tried to blame him is his collaborator." Marquis Slyes coughed: "And we confirmed this from the progress of Rumba's investigation."

"Chaman Rumba must know the identity of his collaborators, and that is the case," Taylors raised his head seriously: "Why don't you tell the truth to Lombard and work with him?"

"Don't forget that Rumba is also an enemy of his majesty, colluding with him and revenge on another enemy? I don't think the rulers of the black sand collar will obey and cooperate," Marquis de lesace sighed. "And, the northern people Character, hehe."

"We don't cooperate with the shackles like Chaman Rumba," Niely's eyes are gloomy: "And he and his collaborators have to pay for the death of Morar."

"Since the lord of Lombard and the collaborator are your enemies, a man who has killed most of you under the fortress, one is trying to kill you with a magical gun," said Marquis de Sile, smiling and not taking it. Pleasant topic, continue to press on Tyres: "Mr. Nunn said very clearly, no matter whether your Highness promised or not, you are already on this ship."

Taylor closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Although he had long known that starting from the title, he had to face everything he had ever hated.

But he still underestimated the power of power games in this circle.

This is a game where you can't choose to play or not, whether you want to play as much as you can.

Born for the stars.

Is this the rhythm?

It’s really annoying.

The second prince of the stars slowly opened his eyes.

"In order to bring out the collaborator of Rumba, is it?" His Royal Highness faintly said: "What is Nunn ready to do?"

Nie Lai was about to return, but was interrupted by the prince in a very different tone.

"And, if I match his revenge plan," Taylors looked up and looked as sharp as a sharpened blade: "What good is Nunn willing to give me?"

Nie Lai slightly stunned for a fraction of a second, and he noticed that Tyres no longer called "Nun's Majesty" or "Nun Wang".

But the commander of the White Blade Guard immediately raised his lips, revealing a faint sneer.

"You will be satisfied," the comet looked at the second prince, word by word: "Walton's family - the dragon gun family never swears."

"There is still a problem," said Teres, eagerly. "You said, from the investigation in Lombard, his collaborators are using the magic gun to murder my behind-the-scenes."

“Yes,” Niely frowned. “Is there a problem?”

"Where did you get the details of Rumba's investigation, and how did you confirm it?" Tells asked quietly.

"This is our business." Nie Lai shook his head: "You don't have to..."

But Tyres interrupted him.

"This is my business!" Tyres resolutely stressed, accentuating his insistence: "especially Nunn wants me to risk my life, when I go to play such a revenge game with him, I deserve enough intelligence. Confirm that his plan is feasible!"

Niely stared at Tyres, and the look in his eyes was cold. As for what he was thinking, Tyres couldn't guess - until Slyce coughed aside.

"Lombard has been tracing the spy officer who commanded the Magic Guns. His manpower has effectively found clues in the black market," Nie Lai finally slowly said: "But when you see the truth, a group The strange swordsman suddenly appeared, and they used the weird end of power to almost completely smash the Rumba investigator and cut off the clues."

"Weird swordsman? Weird end power?"

Nie Lai nodded. "This is not within the scope of Lombard, so he turned to a professional for help,"

"And the professional," the comet looked down and looked at the attire of the White Blade Guard: "It's our old acquaintance."

"And those strange swordsmen?" Taylors asked.

Niely looked at him deeply.

"Nun Wang sent to the stars a few days ago to collect the remains of the prince and investigate the case of the assassination of the ambassador. The day before, a message was sent back," Nie Lai detailed the key to the intelligence: "The last guard of the prince, using Walton The secrets of the family left a crucial clue—in the assassins who attacked Prince Morar, there were also a few strange swordsmen, and the end of the power was weird.”

"You mean," Taylors thought: "The assassination of the swordsman of Prince Morar, and the swordsman who cut off the Rumba investigation are all the same group?"

Niely nodded slightly.

"Who are they?"

"According to the news, it is a group of traitors of the Tower of the End, the fly camp shit, the head of the tail-tailed generation," Nie Lai looked at everyone: "The Tower of the End has a very special name for them."

The comet's expression is deep and slow:

"The sword of disaster."

Tyres’s mind was interrupted by this name for a moment.

Disaster...

Sword?

"Ah!" while listening to what Wye thought of, suddenly whispered.

"Speaking, when I was in the end of the tower, it seemed that I had inadvertently listened to several inherited people to talk about this name." Wye felt that everyone was looking at it, and was slightly nervous: "But that has always been a legend. The sword of disaster... It is said that they are a group of traitors who want to replace the tower of the end."

Tyres frowned.

"Let's find time to talk, Wyatt." The second prince said: "The power of the end, and the tower of the end."

Wyatt nodded.

"In any case, this group of so-called swords of disasters, while participating in the assassination of Morar and the sale of Rumba, and the collaborators of Rumba must have a relationship, will listen to him to deploy, let him drive," Nie Lai Looking at the snowfield in the distance, frowning: "We also contacted these two things and seized their tails."

"I understand," Tyres solemnly said: "When is Nunn's plan, when?"

"Wei Lan Xueyuan is in front of you, passing through it, is the Dragon City." Nie Lai's gaze casts into the distance, and the snowfields that line the sky are slow.

"The five grand princes should have arrived in Longyan City. The first level you have to face is to meet with them and King Nunn, and be prepared, His Royal Highness." Slys blinked.

"What do you mean, the goal we are looking for - the collaborator, is it in these five kilometers?" Tels keenly grasped the key.

"There are obvious interests, sufficient resources and power, can cooperate with Rumba to instigate Walton's rule, mobilize the so-called scourge of disaster, and even have the courage to assassinate the prince of the stars, and sell the Rumba," Putile took a deep breath. : "It can only be one of the Grand Dukes."

"He is definitely on the five-kilometer--the prince of the stars, he will not miss this scene," Nie Lai coldly said: "after he has done so many things."

"Of course," Marquis de Slys swayed his gloves, his eyes full of excitement at the opening of the big show: "In public, King Nunn will show you a tough attitude, maybe... it will be a bit rough ""

"Rough?" Taylors narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Tyres looked at the sky with a gaze, and he gently touched his neck, thinking back to the feeling when it was tightened, and screaming:

"My favorite is rough."

Sly's smile is even more brilliant.

Nie Lai’s eyes are full of strange light.

Puttier took a deep breath.

Edda continued under the cloak and bowed his head.

Wyatt and Rolf are just looking at each other.

At noon, the sun hangs high above the snowfield.

But everyone who has been in the North for many days knows.

It’s a cold day and it’s coming soon.

This is the amount of these two days, and you are well.

(End of this chapter)