Chapter 132 Strange Swordsman

Tyres followed Myrke, and he was in a bend in the atmosphere of the same spirit.

In the case of avoiding the five big male ears, finally, in front of an open-air observatory, Taylors saw two people who made him hate the teeth.

"This calm look - it seems that you have adapted well, the little prince."

The leader of the White-blade Guard who had already removed the cloak and the face towel, Nie Lai backed the view outside the observatory, and looked at the star prince who had a look at the sin of the face, and his expression was calm.

"If you are saying, I was almost forced to use a sword that I couldn't lift, and committed suicide in front of six old men..." Taylors exhaled a long gas and said with angrily: " Yes, I am doing well."

"Old man? I remember that the Grand Duke of Pfeiffer in the city is still very young, not old." Nie Lai taunted and smirked, making Taylors even more dissatisfied.

"I began to doubt that what you are really conveying is the wish of King Nunn?" The squirrel of Tyres looked at the two poorly: "I still say that my life is not in his consideration." !"

"This question," said Marquis of Commas, with a sly expression: "I reminded you before that Nun’s attitude may be a bit... tough and rude..."

Taylors turned his head and stared at him.

"Well, it may not be tough, it seems that he still has a little bit of money," he said. Under the glare of Tyres, Slys moved his cane and smiled awkwardly. After a moment of thinking, he finally Find two more appropriate words and squint:

“Wild and unrestrained?”

Tyres took a deep breath and resisted the urge to swear.

"The next time I encounter such a thing, for example, before pushing me into a certain trap, I will let me know with a standard human lingua franca that does not have a North and West accent and is in line with rhetorical habits..." Tyres looked cold and watched the two men bite out words: "Is this your attitude towards cooperators and allies? And..."

"Forcing a seven-year-old child to commit suicide... Is there any honor?"

Nie Lai and Slyce looked at each other, the former face unchanged, the latter with a cane, politely glimpsed.

"Persecution? Honor? I think you misunderstood," Marquis Slyes sighed and his face became serious: "The Grand Dukes - they talked from start to finish, killing you, and then bringing The benefits and consequences. As for the way to kill you, and whether there is an honor, but the chef is in the form of food, no harm."

Thales frowned: "So, in fact, you know at the outset what kind of situation I will face?"

Nilailai shrugged.

"And the seven-year-old and the child," Slyley said solemnly: "I think, maybe you should understand it."

"Because of your reputation and performance, no one dares to treat you as an ordinary seven-year-old child, not only that..."

"You are a symbol, a symbol in Exeter, in the eyes of many people, that is called 'star heirs'." The Marquis of Commas took a deep breath and looked at the tiles of the Palace of the Spirit: "It's far more important than your age, your qualities, your reputation, and even more than you."

"Nobody cares if you are a child."

The complicated mood of Tyres twitched his face and could not help but laugh out loud.

damn it.

These politicians.

"Don't be like a girl who is wronged, little prince," Nie Lai hugged his arms and snorted. "Boldness and courage are the most admired qualities of the northern people. If you can't even go to the first level... ”

"You know, not everyone is qualified to be your allies."

Tyres clenched his teeth.

“Hey,” the second prince sneered. “There is really a rare way to review such alliance qualifications.”

"Not much is right," Nie Lai shrugged and looked down at the prince of the stars. His eyes sparkled with strange colors: "Welcome to the North."

The three were silent for a few seconds.

"So, does Nuen find his enemies? The collaborators and the murderers of Rumba?" Taylors tried to calm down.

"It's also your enemy," Marquis de Slys smiled softly. "Since the first side has already been seen, the first step of the trap has been completed, then our follow-up plan is..."

"There is nothing to follow."

Tyres is faint.

Slys and Nicholas Lazizi.

Taylors looked up and the anger in his eyes had turned into a firm.

Never follow their rules.

otherwise……

His eyes flashed the image of Serena Collion and Chaman Rumba.

... don't know when it was sold.

"Nun's plan ends here," said Teres, hearing his words and saying with a repressed feeling: "I am not the old man's doll, let him manipulate."

Slyley showed an ugly smile.

"What do you mean by this?" The temperature in Nie Lai's eyes gradually cooled.

"Listen, if Nunn wants my help, then he is best to respect my wishes, and life!" Tyres smashed, and did not shrink back against Nie Lai's fierce eyes: "The next thing You do what I said."

The leader of the White Blade Guard closed his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief from his nose.

"Now is not the time for your temper, little prince." Nie Lai stared at the eyes of Tyres, his eyes narrowed and his face stunned. "Don't forget that you are in Exeter, you are in Longyan. Stay away from your king's father, and your entourage is not around."

"And the Palace of the Spirit is very dangerous, and many spiritual stories of life are here." Nie Lai's eyes burned.

"No way, after all, I am only seven years old," said Tyres, regardless of his disregard, determined to take the initiative in his own hands: "You know, if I accidentally lost my life here, then you..."

Nie Lai interrupted him coldly: "We have countless ways to clean up disobedient children without life-threatening."

"And don't forget," Niely looked over, revealing the shape-specific handle behind him, threatening without any disguise: "I am very good at dealing with surnames, especially the second prince." The title of the person."

Tyres secretly gritted his teeth.

"After eleven years ago, I killed the sword of retrospective on the battlefield. Are you so complacent?" In the eyes of Slyth, the second prince replied unkindly: "I have seen the battlefield and know the battle... ...he fell down by eleven creations, you are just a member of hundreds of sieges, and it just happened to pierce the last knife."

"Compared to the seven-year-old child committing suicide, your glorious record is not much better."

Nie Laimer looked at him and slowly put down his arms, and the content on his face slowly turned from threat to killing.

"Okay," Marquis de Slyce quickly approached the two and smiled and played round: "As a ally, we should not ruin the contract before the goal is reached... This is not a good way to make a deal."

"Maybe King Nunn should look for another alliance," Tyres said coldly: "The one that can be sent to him at any time."

"This is not the star you can give orders, the empire kid," Nie Lai sarcastically said: "You better figure this out."

"You have to carefully follow what we said..."

"If not, how!" The second prince interrupted Nilai.

Before Nikola's scary face, Tyres laughed and his expression turned cold: "I am going to find five grandfathers and talk to them."

Slyley frowned.

"For example: King Nunn is looking for the murderer behind his son, and you are on his list of doubts..."

Nie Lai and Sly's expression slowly changed.

Before Niely’s murderous gaze and Sly’s frowning brow, Tyres threatened:

"And in the end, no matter who he confirms, Nunn will cramp the other side."

"What will happen then? Right, the murderer is even more vigilant, and Nunn's revenge fails - unless he has to kill five grand princes at the same time."

"The next day, the murderer will go back to his own territory and continue to be free, and hate will only deepen."

"Then, ten or eight years, wait until Nunn dies, wait until the election of the king, wait for the new king to crown..."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "I wish the Walton family good luck - I am looking forward to representing the stars in the future, establishing good diplomatic relations with the new king, supporting him and the Grand Duke in dealing with Exeter's internal affairs."

"For example, to marry a city with no heirs to another ruling family?"

Nie Lai and Sly's face became more and more ugly.

"So, it is best to respect the future of the stars, the King of the North, the Northland." Tyres snorted: "Use your statement... carefully, according to what I said..."

"And, don't call me an imperial person. Every time you remind me, I feel like I'm not in Exeter," Tyres said with a smile. He arbitrarily raised his right index finger and slid in the air, leaving A sentence that makes the leader of the White Blade Guard look blue:

"It's in the great empire..."

"Northern Province."

The prince of the stars no longer cares about the two wonderful faces, turned and left.

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"What are you looking at?"

On the streets of the district, Miranda turned to ask Cohen.

"Nothing," Cohen took his vision back from the alley and muttered. "I just saw a strange person in the alley, with two swords on my waist..."

"Sword?" Miranda looks awkward: "Will it be our goal? What does it look like?"

"He's got a pair... No, just didn't care too much," Cohen smacked his head and frowned. "I can't remember his face..."

Miranda sighed: "Wake up, the big belt said, here some recent faces."

Just like us.

The two turned a corner and came to the front of a cold meat shop.

"Amount... Are you the boss here?" Cohen knocked on the big wooden window that sold the meat and asked the busy Far East inside: "Gu... sir?"

The Far East who was licking the meat slowly raised his head.

Medium in size, flat eyebrows, straight black eyes, no different from the Far East in the stars - Cohen thought.

The Far East looked at the two and then lowered their heads and cooked his meat.

Cohen glimpsed and continued to say: "Hey..."

But the Far East people made a direct voice and put his words in his mouth.

"A silver coin in the city, two in the city, a silver coin in the upper three districts, and a silver coin in the aristocrats and officials," the owner of the butcher shop, Gu opened a big bone on the chopping board, proficiently said: "The count plus two Dagong and the king and even the temple, two gold coins take off."

"What?" Cohen showed a confused expression.

Miranda looked thoughtfully at Gu's case.

"The price of intelligence," Gutou did not lift, and he ran his special Northland accent general language: "Do not bargain."

"Ha?" Cohen frowned. "A silver coin?"

"If it is a provoked thing, it is necessary to reconcile," Gu did not pay attention to him, and he hanged a piece of cut meat on his own. The words were not dragged: "Look at what people are provoked, the average person has nine silver coins. There is a gold coin in Rivo, two in Urad, five in the Dragon Wing Square, two in the soldiers, three in the nobility or the official, and the count is above, and there is nothing to do."

"If you provoke the temple or the king..." Gu rubbed his hands and raised his dark eyes and glanced at them: "Hurry up, don't bring your anger."

Cohen asked with a puzzled question: "Why do businessmen want five? Is it higher than the nobles? Want to know..."

The next moment, Gu lifted his right hand and stopped Cohen’s words.

Then, the butcher's boss silently extended his left hand and spread it up.

Cohen stopped again.

But before Cohen responded, Miranda reached out and took off the money bag at Cohen's waist.

"We want to ask, what happened in this area recently, the two swordsmen used to fight here..." Under Cohen’s resentful eyes, Miranda was proud to pick up a Northland gold coin – engraved with Nakaru’s head. And the metal small disc of the dragon.

That was the money I was looking for for Kaslan - Cohen rolled his eyes.

Miranda calmly loosened the **** and the gold coins fell to Gu’s hand.

"It seems to be a generous foreign customer," Gu Yanyan, raised the gold coin in his hand, played the edge of the coin, and whistled: "It’s just intelligence... I can't find zero."

"Most of it is a tip." Miranda has a constant tone and his eyes are sharp: "As long as it is worth the money."

tip?

Cohen squinted at the gold coin and looked at Miranda, his eyes cast incredible:

Will you count, my big lady!

Gu chuckled, but the next sentence made the two at the same time: "No."

Miranda frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The information you have to ask, what swordsman fights, have not heard." Gu shook his head:

"Look at the gold coins, you can change the question."

Miranda turned his head and pondered.

"Is there any new, strange swordsman in the vicinity?" Cohen remembered what he had just seen, and said: "Yes, I seem to see a swordsman with two swords..."

Gu eyes are condensed.

Two swords.

Strange swordsman.

He sighed slightly in his heart.

Is it you?

"There is no," Gu calmly put away the gold coins and lowered his head and continued to do things on his hands: "Well, the limit is used up, you can go."

The two are together.

The alert officer and Missy looked at each other inexplicably.

Miranda was annoyed in his eyes, and Cohen spread his hands.

Equivalent exchange... This principle does not work everywhere.

"You--" Miranda was about to make a noise, but was interrupted by Cohen.

The blonde police officer exhaled a breath and laughed.

In the next second, Cohen took a punch and knocked on the window frame.

"Boom!"

Gu looked up and looked at him badly.

"I know that in many places where the situation is tense, such as the battlefield, whether it is a bar or a shop, there is a rule," Cohen bent his mouth and looked at the indifferent Gu, full of sincerity: "Calling the first lesson" ',Right?"

Gu did not speak, just looked at him quietly.

"Newcomers and outsiders will be beaten for the first time, lose some money and have a lesson." Cohen tapped the window frame lightly.

"At the same time, I also tried to find out the details of the newcomers. The strength is strong, the backstage is hard to come back to the field, shake hands and talk; the strength is weak," Cohen closed his eyes and said: "If you eat boring, next time they will be polite. ""

Cohen squinted and leaned against the window, smiling.

He learned what he had just looked at and whistled:

"So, as a boss, you generally have to have a good eye."

"Don't find the wrong object."

Miranda looked at Cohen's old **** and smiled silently.

This idiot.

I also learned a lot in the western front.

“Hey,” Gu Yu looked up and raised his mouth: “So, are you strong, or are you in the background?”

"Maybe both?" Cohen breathed a sigh of relief and showed his sword at the waist: "Since you have already collected the money..."

Gu flicked and shook his head: "I have already given you the answer."

"That is not our satisfactory answer, it is perfunctory." Miranda said: "We don't want to come hard."

Gu picked up his eyebrows.

From the action, two people are sly characters.

The man is probably a warrior, good at positive assault and battlefield techniques, female...

Strange, can't see it.

The guys along the street are not blind - stealing children, nephews, liar, and should not dare to move them.

however……

"After repeating, we are looking for a strange group of swordsmen, super step up and down," Cohen smiled: "There is a connection with the junket black market, and it is hot, compared to the average swordsman...may be slightly stronger."

Gu took a breath and sighed softly.

A bunch of strange swordsmen?

Really.

I almost thought it was coming to you.

Black sword.

The next moment, in the eyes of Miranda and Cohen, the Far East people had a helpless smile.

"If the black market trades, Urad is more familiar than me, but the group of people you are looking for..."

"Okay," Gu laughed, pulling the boning knife on the chopping board calmly: "Here..."

"There are a few strange people... bad temper, not close to people..."

"With a sword, use the kind of power that ends..."

Miranda and Cohen exchanged a look with each other.

(End of this chapter)