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Cohen spit out a breath: from now until now, he didn't understand anything.

The police officers almost started to doubt themselves.

He is determined not to say anything to the dogs and men, but to force them to stop, always frustrating themselves and creating a game of guessing that is isolated - even in the end of the tower, this situation Often appear.

"So?" Cohen didn't say so well: "Would you like to tell us the truth of the matter? The sword of disaster? The secret department? And why are you here?"

Raphael looked at him with a subtle look.

"Hey!" Cohen unknowingly patted his sword: "I don't mind cooperating with Miranda to deal with you..."

Rafael looked at Cohen as he looked, and suddenly smiled.

"You know, Cohen," the young man in white regained his usual optimistic tone: "I have always envied you."

"Simple world, simple ideas, simple happiness."

"It's as good as a knight novel."

Cohen glimpsed.

simple……

Knight novel...

Cohenton suddenly frowned: this guy, I will really pick the time!

Miranda smiled.

Raphael looked at Miranda's smile and his eyes moved.

Immediately, he also released a smile.

A sense of familiarity surged into Cohen’s heart.

It seems that when the three people are still in the tower, this is also the case.

"Remember, low-key, hidden," Raphael turned slowly and whispered to them: "Look for a place to hide - don't look for someone like Gu."

The next moment, Raphael's figure disappeared outside the alley.

"Hey!"

When Cohen's face changed, he was about to chase it out, but Miranda grabbed his arm.

"Cohn!" Miranda lowered his head and said quietly: "Don't chase."

Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.

"You just let him go?" The police officer raised his hand and held it in the air: "The first time in three years - you don't ask anything? What about the sword of the disaster?"

Miranda didn't look up and didn't look at the direction in which Raphael disappeared. She lost her heart and said: "Don't ask, he still carries the secret mission."

"And," Arend's daughter is getting smaller and smaller: "It's not me 'let him go.'"

Cohen looked puzzled at the female swordsman.

"I," Miranda sighed:

"I can't beat him anymore."

Cohen was stunned.

He looked at the female swordsman who looked down and looked at the chief of the eight seeds in the end of the tower.

wrong.

Cohen suddenly noticed that a black hair from Miranda was supposed to be tied to the ponytail.

I don't know when it has spread.

Cohen was shocked to think of something.

He bowed his head and found the head rope of Miranda in the moonlight.

The head rope has been broken.

The cut is flat - just like being cut by a sword.

Cohen’s face changed awkwardly.

This is... when Rafael and Miranda first played against each other...

"He?" Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief: "Rafael just... stayed?"

The battle between swordsmen is always unpredictable.

It may be easy to kill a swordsman.

But to be merciful to a swordsman - this means that at least there must be more than the other side of the superb swordsmanship and situation control.

The key is... Cohen clearly remembers that although the comprehensive assessment ranks second, in the eight seeds, in terms of one-on-one swords, Rafael is definitely one of the three.

But now...

Miranda did not speak.

Cohen gasped hard, and he looked at the truncated rope on the ground, realizing that the old friends had become strangers.

"Miranda," Cohen, who had a confused mind, said with a hard time: "What the last story you said, what knights and princesses... What do you mean?"

Miranda was silent for a few seconds.

"Hey, Cohen," Miranda said with a wry smile: "As a son of the 'double tower long sword' Karabyan family, your historical common sense is really bad."

Cohen's face was red.

Ok.

He can only recognize it.

But he is really unfamiliar with the history of the dynasties! That is what the historians should do, isn't it?

"The knight, named Comola Carloser," Miranda said with a low voice. She looked at the ground and shook her head: "And the princess, his enemies, became his wife. ""

"Good and evil plot!"

Cohen frowned. "Wait... Comor, is the name a bit familiar?"

Miranda ignored him, but continued to tell the story:

"After that, the Cavaliers have been fighting for twenty years, quelling terrible wars, bringing peace and stability, and establishing his ideal country."

Cohen's brows are getting tighter and tighter.

Quiet the terrible war...

Established an ideal country...

"Because of his great achievements, he has never seen it before. For a time, even the priests of the Mingshen Church can't find his coronation and ceremonial ceremonies." Miranda chuckled and faintly said: "So, the wife of the knight has weaved it by hand." A circle of jasmine garlands will crown him."

"His subordinates and the people gave him an unprecedented title..."

Miranda said faintly:

"The supreme emperor."

At that moment, how big is Cohen’s mouth?

"This is the first emperor in history, Comorra, is the story of his conquest of the Quartet and the establishment of an ancient empire."

Cohen looked at his eyes and kept scratching his hair.

Ok... It seems that his historical knowledge is really bad.

"So, Rafael means..." Cohen asked hesitantly.

It was at this time that unexpected things happened.

Miranda turned his head and suddenly reached out and took Cohen's wide shoulders.

Hug the police officer.

Then, bury his face in his chest.

Then the weight of the whole body was pressed against Cohen.

Cohen was a stiff time.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds have passed.

Cohen looked at Miranda in his arms.

The next moment, he was shocked to fly away!

What is the situation with this?

Miranda... Miranda, a fierce god, is actually in his arms...

its not right!

The script is not written like this!

Far Eastern proverbs have said it - a friend's wife, can't you...

If she came back, I am...

If Raphael knows, I am not...

Just at this time.

"Sorry!"

The words of the female swordsman, with trembling and crying, came from Cohen’s arms.

Cohen was shocked.

Crying?

"Now, when you are a wall," Miranda's voice is a bit fuzzy and mutated: "I need to rely on it for a while."

It’s like crying out.

Cohen lowered his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda.

The female swordsman, who has always been strong and independent, looks like he is confessing to him in his arms, and even makes Cohen surprised.

Cohen also noticed that Miranda, who leaned his face against his arms, was shaking his hand with his shoulders.

"That, Miranda," Cohen, who was helpless, had to pat the Miranda back:

"It's okay, you are the seed chief of the end tower, and the future Duke of the North, Miranda Arend!"

"No matter what happens, you can..."

and many more.

Cohen glimpsed.

He remembered Miranda's keen observation.

Could it be that……

"Miranda?" Cohen glanced. "Are you discovering something in the battle? So... your conversation with Rafael became strange after the battle."

Miranda trembled again in his arms.

Cohen confirmed his guess.

"It's Rafael, right? You hit his sword - and found something!" Thinking of Rafael's appearance, Cohen gritted his teeth and asked, "Raphael, he...he happened. what's up?"

Miranda is another shiver.

Cohen looked at Miranda's look, and he couldn't tell the sadness in his heart.

"I can't tell you, but..."

"very bad."

With Miranda's hoarse voice, the female swordsman trembled again in the head of Cohen's arms:

"Raphael... It’s a terrible thing."

"It's bad."

"Very bad."

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The Palace of Heroes, the Hall of Heroes.

"Let's say," the fire, the long hair of Curry Kun Ronnie, frowning, looking at the strange expression of the tays, with his usual serious tone: "If Walton really aligned with Lombard If you have any plans?"

Tyres opened his mouth slightly, and some said: "This is, actually..."

Just at this time.

A second footstep came from outside the stone hall.

The two people in the hall turned their eyes at the same time.

As he moved into the shadow of the hall, the third person appeared in front of Tyres and Ronnie.

Tyres stared at the people.

The face of the doubtful pot, the Grand Duke of Exeter, and the tower of the rebuilt tower, Pausius Tledida, looked up and looked at the grandfather Ronnie and looked at Taylors again.

"Oh, oh," Tluedida looked at Ronnie with a strange expression: "His Royal Highness, you didn't tell me that you invited other people - and still, the proud and proud Ronnie?"

"You will also be interested in this kind of intrigue?"

Ronnie’s grandfather frowned and wondered.

Tyres smiled slyly: "Don't be surprised..."

These two people?

"Hey...oh...hey..."

It was another footstep, coming from outside the hall.

Ronnie and Tluedida look at each other and look at the people.

With this old footsteps, the bald head of Leko, who was guarding the city in the north, stepped into the council with caution.

Tyres breathed a deep breath.

three people?

Three grand princes?

"Well?" There was a three-year-old Leko Dagong who saw the three in the field. He couldn’t help but sigh: "It seems that it is quite lively here?"

"Someone seems to be playing with us as a monkey?" Tluedida looked at Taylors intricately: "The little prince of the star, but promised me, meet alone..."

"Little devil," said Ronnie, who was slowly opening his mouth and looked fierce: "You..."

Tyres’s face twitched and smiled: “It’s not what you think...”

"I know there is a problem!" A clearly uncomfortable voice, passed to the ears of the four people in the hall.

Thales, Ronnie, Tluedida and Lekozzi turned back: the widow of the widowed beard, Lebion Ole, stepped into the Chamber, and his face was gloomy.

Taylors sighed deeply.

Four grand princes.

“Looks like it,” said Tyres, opening his eyes and reluctantly saying: “Your respected lord...”

"They all smashed the Walton royal family in secret..."

"very interested!"

The four grand princes met, and soon they understood what.

"I know," Oleux Dagong looked at his stiff face with a look of anger: "Little devil, don't you say the same thing to everyone?"

"I really admire," Ronnie, a long-haired man, sighed and shook his head: "A few words can lead us all together."

Taylors took a deep breath and suffered from the bad eyes of several big men.

"Would you like us to wait any longer? Wait for five people to be together?" Tulunda sarcastically said: "Maybe Peyfer, the kid, is on the way?"

More and more footsteps rang when Taylors was about to withstand the shackles of several big men.

The four grandfathers frowned at the same time and looked around.

In the Chamber, many people dressed in guards and servants sneaked in.

Many braziers are lit up.

The stone hall was as bright as white.

A familiar vicissitudes came:

"It really touched me."

The old voice makes the four grand lords change at the same time.

"The fierce and decisive Rebion Ole."

"Pacius Tluedida, a sneaky slicker"

"The unspoken Curry Kun Ronnie."

"There is also a seemingly loyal Rogers Lecco."

"With a little bit of provocation, the entire four grand dunes are skeptical and plotting against your king?"

"I haven't died yet, so I'm so anxious, do you want to target the king of Exeter?"

Under the support of two rows of White Blade Guards and Nie Lai, Nuen Walton VII, stepped into his chamber with a majestic face.

Exeter's co-lifting king came to the long table under the stun gun, raised his head and turned his eyes to the four grand princes.

At that moment, Taylor suddenly discovered that the old king's figure was so tall.

The Marquis of Stiles and Putier came to the side of the crowd in the crowd. The former had a consistent smile and nodded to him, while the latter licked his lips and observed everything in the field.

The four dagongs looked at each other differently and then looked at the king of Nunn.

"Go to yours, the devil," Oller said with a big sip, staring at Tyres: "Conspiracy with the king...playing us all together?"

"What should I do now? Your Majesty?" Ronnie did not care about the long table, sitting down and down: "Will the four of us come to the Chamber to get together, will it be punishable?"

"Still," Trudeda looked at Taylors with ill-intention and let the latter chill on his back: "The little devil there, should we identify us against the throne?"

"Our entourage and guards are on the top, squatting," said Leko, who spit out a sigh of relief and had a complex expression. "To kill us, now is a good opportunity like never before."

bad.

Tyres sighed and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have drawn a lot of hatred.

Taylors can only smile and spread his hands: "In fact, these are all of Nun's..."

Just then, King Nunn interrupted him.

"Phasius is right," King Noon slowly exhaled. His vicissitudes of life were echoed in a majestic voice in the stone hall: "There is only one thing we have to do."

Under the sharp eyes of Nunn Wang, the four great men were all in one.

Just listen to the old king with his old but full of strength, slowly:

"Wait."

Regarding the story of Comor the Great, I will update a foreign fan in the related works in the near future. Interested book friends can refer to one or two.

(End of this chapter)