Chapter 208 Prince's question

In the quiet cell, Cohen and Miranda look at the newcomers intricately.

"You, the kingdom secret?"

The prince was shocked. He first remembered the black prophet and then remembered Kessel.

Thales breathed undecidedly and looked at the new Raphael.

The strange red dragonfly made him feel uneasy.

The small slick leaned against his back and dared to reveal half of his face.

Raphael is also watching Taylors carefully.

Compared with the last time in the hall of the stars - Rafael smiled: it seems to have grown a lot.

In the next second, Rafael suddenly stood up and scared Taylors.

"Come in," Rafael said faintly: "Safe, my people will live in the wind."

Taylors a glimpse.

But then, the thick door inside and outside the cell was opened again.

A person wearing a patrol costume, head down into the cell.

The legs and feet seem to be a little inconvenient, and one of the arms is also very stiff.

The man raised his head and tore the disguise, revealing the lower half of the face - it was a half silver mask.

Tyres suddenly opened his eyes!

"Rolf!" The second prince blurted out.

The ghost of the wind raised his head and nodded silently to Tyres. He walked over to the cell of Tyres, turned the key left by the guards, and opened the door.

Wyatt spoke a long breath and stumbled like a sudden relaxation: "My God... I know that it is useful to leave you deliberately..."

Taylors also breathed a sigh of relief, and then he sighed at this moment: saved.

He walked out of the cell with the small slippery head and saw Rolf and Raphael, who continued to open the door, and immediately lit up.

"Just the wind that suddenly burst," Tyres turned his eyes and said: "Rolf, are you?"

Rolf opened Wye's prison door, blinking slightly, and made a positive gesture to the prince.

"I hope that the wind can help us cover up the hiding and fighting," Raphael walked over to the poor guard leader, and looked at the bag of the deceased as usual: "Keep quiet, there are still hundreds of people outside, not careless." ""

Tyre's heart is tight: a few hundred people?

Rafael pulled out a bunch of keys, got up and walked to Cohen's cell.

"Raphael," Cohen sighed, not angry: "You actually let those guys execute us, you can't change the reason..."

Rafael chuckled.

On the side of Rolf, he looked at the police officer with a sullen look, and his eyes were still full of disgust.

Cohen looked at the ghost of the wind and shrugged helplessly.

"Do you know?" Taylor looked at Cohen, Raphael and Rolf, who didn't seem to interact as usual, frowning.

“Know?” Cohen snorted: “What’s more.”

Raphael ignored his tone and said: "They have six people."

"I can't solve it all silently, so I need to wait for the best time, for example, when they both turn their backs to unlock," Raphael walked close to Cohen with a blank expression, holding the leader. The key, the lock on the chain of his body: "By the way, let them open the door lock for me."

Getting rid of the bondage, Cohen got rid of the chain and sat up.

But he immediately distorted his face, his left hand clasped his right shoulder, and snorted in the pain of his right arm.

Raphael's eyes moved, pressing the right shoulder of the police officer, and then grabbing the right arm of his injured dislocated. Cohen tacitly released his hand and let him dispose of it.

"The person who picks up your arm should be skeptical that you have the ability to break the chain, so deliberately leave a small tail - endure, I have to pull the switch section and reconnect." Raphael faintly.

He grabbed Cohen's hand and suddenly forced him to push it.

Cohen bit his lower lip and groaned, and the body trembled fiercely with the "Kala" of the joint.

A few seconds later, the cold sweaty police officer let out a sigh of relief, panting like a big sentence, patted Rafael's shoulder.

The latter picked him up from the ground.

"Speaking of this, Raphael," Cohen gasped, staring at the new Raphael:

"How can your swordsmanship become so strong?"

“Simple,” Raphael gave him a glimpse of nothing and turned to Miranda’s cell: “Do more practice.”

Cohen’s eyes moved and he said, “Your right hand has just been cut...”

Raphael suddenly turned back!

"Snapped!"

He took Cohen's shoulder.

Cohen was shocked and looked at Raphael and raised his right hand back to him.

"Look," Raphael stared at the police officer with his own dark red eyes, whispering: "He didn't cut me."

Cohen was shocked.

He blinked his eyes and looked at Rafael's intact right hand, then looked at the old man in amazement.

how come……

sleeve.

Clearly, even the sleeves have been opened two?

Cohen frowned.

and……

Cohen’s eyes passed over the six people who had fallen, and he thought over the movements of Raphael like ghosts over and over again.

Recalling the moment, the alert officer’s heart was full of shock.

In the past three years, Cohen has recognized himself as a life-and-death experience in the battlefield of the Western Wilderness. His swordsmanship, characterized by wild offense, has grown rapidly under tremendous pressure. Miranda is also at a dangerous position on the northern border. The rhythm of the battle under the Ma Lezhang was also becoming more and more vivid.

However, Rafael has just killed the movements and timing of six people in an instant - Cohen frowned: it has transcended the characteristics endowed by the power of the end, no longer a special style of swordsmanship or tactics, nor Then there is a fixed fighting skill or a simple use of power.

But the instinct to integrate the battle into a gesture is a more essential understanding of the battle...

Cohen gently gritted his teeth and remembered his teacher, Jeddy Tafner said: "The breakthrough from the super-level to the super-order is very easy to recognize - simply saying that a normal person suddenly becomes abnormal, simple A single frame, you have to play colorful and messy, dragging the mud with water and nose..."

The teacher’s cynicism sounded in his ear.

"But the sign from the super-order to the extremes..." The teacher's eyelids moved slightly, lifting the corner of one side of the mouth.

"It's hard to say - from the terrible swordsmen of the battlefield to the theoretical experts who have never touched the weapons, reasonably unreasonable, well-founded and nonsense. Everyone has been arguing for thousands of years. ”

"What literary 'power control' ah, "micro-operation" ah, mysterious and mysterious 'essential understanding', and what the brain brick house said, 'Wang Baqi field outside', even shit-like 'state suppression' 'Natural vision'..." At that time, Jeddy screamed, facing Cohen, silently:

“And in my opinion, there is a simplest and most effective standard of definition.”

Teacher Jeddy turned and looked straight at the fashionable and young Cohen, with eyes:

"When one day, you find yourself facing, whether it is a weak rookie or an invincible enemy, whether it is a deadly or a close opponent, you can solve the battle in a very short moment, regardless of victory or defeat. when……"

The teacher nodded slowly, picked up his arms and looked deep.

"You are probably close to the extremes."

The indescribable emotions are on the heart of Cohen. The peers with the same starting point far exceed their own loss, and there are more powerful feelings from friends.

But it is impossible.

Rafael.

How come you... I and Miranda both...

Thinking of this, Cohen quickly turned his head and looked at the opposite side.

Look to Miranda.

I saw Miss Aaronde staring at the ground, and the look in her eyes was subtle and complicated.

Rafael's face flattened the chain of Miranda's body.

Miranda grabbed the fence and got up.

The two did not speak, as if they deliberately avoided the other's line of sight, and did not even exchange their eyes.

It seems very deliberate.

Raphael turned and at this moment, the voice of the female swordsman came.

"Your hand." Miranda kicked the chain under his feet and whispered.

Rafael made a slight meal.

"Nothing." He was plain, and then he did not hesitate to step out of the door and head to Wyah.

Cohen, who put everything in his eyes, couldn’t help but whisper:

Dogs and men.

On the other side, Rolf squats beside Tells, cutting the ropes behind the slings and the small slipper with a sleeve sword.

"Mystery... How did you find him?" Taylors licked his numb arm and slammed it toward Raphael.

Rolf yelled at him and pulled out the JC dagger from which Teres was searched and handed it to the prince.

The ghost of the wind raised his hand and made several gestures: [He, find, me. 】

Tyres sighed and looked at the secret client, his eyes complex.

Some things, he has to ask.

Rolf turned and took a bag from the back and opened the wrap to reveal the two long swords inside.

The ghost of the wind walked over to Cohen, frowning, and threw the sword of Karabyan to him with a look of disgust.

Cohen picked up his eyebrows and tried the hilt.

"Well," the police officer exhaled and snorted: "I gave you a wound and you saved my life."

"I think, are we evened?"

Rolf is a glimpse.

"You hurt him, and then you are saved by him," Wyah, with her eyes wide open, stood up with the help of Raphael and couldn't help but say: "How do you see that you owe him... How is it possible? Is it even?"

Rolf looked at Cohen deeply, his fists tight.

Cohen smiled.

The ghost of the wind turned around and stopped looking at him.

After Rafael unlocked Wyah's chain, he was ready to go back and take the sword he had inserted into a body. As soon as he looked up, he found that the saber of the sword had been sent to his eyes.

Raphael raised his eyes and looked at the subtle Miranda.

The two are opposite each other and look different.

A few seconds later, Raphael looked away and took the sword from Miranda and nodded slightly:

"Thank you."

Cohen, who was next to the active arm, rolled his eyes.

"Check their status," Rafael's voice came cold as Thales prepared to speak: "And listen."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Raphael who had just saved them.

"Our situation is very dangerous." The youngsters of the Secrets are dignified: "The first priority now is to flee here."

Tyres brows slightly and looks around in a circle: "Where are we?"

Raphael looked at him.

“The highest gate in the entire city of Longyan—between the Axe District and the Yingling Palace,” Raphael pointed to the dark cell: “This is the temporary guard house in the gate.”

Taylors glimpsed.

"Close to the gate of the Palace of the Spirits? You mean here..."

"Yes, now the gate has been taken by Lombard..." Raphael said with a heavy expression and nodded affirmed: "The soldiers of the black sand collar rely on the geographical advantage of this gate to stop at the Yingling Palace and Long Yao. Between the cities."

"Lumba?" Tyres turned his face.

"Rumba." Raphael is definitely authentic.

Everyone looked at each other and the air was filled with silence.

“How is it possible?” Cohen, who had had a war experience, wondered: “This is the partition gate that is famous for its difficult attack and unbreakable in Longyan City! How did they attack it?”

"They are not storms, but quietly use the trick to win the city." Raphael shook his head: "Now, the Palace of the Spirit and the rest of the city have been isolated."

Tyres frowned.

He asked in a deep sense: "What about the other people in the city? Are they watching?"

"The vassals of Longyan City are still ignorant," Raphael replied calmly: "The Prime Minister of Brisbane and the General Order Office are busy looking for the whereabouts of King Nunn and quelling the chaotic situation."

"There are hundreds of people in the gates. There are two teams on the upper level. We can't beat the enemy." He glanced at the crowd and pointed to the top of his head. He said: "Our only advantage is that we have not been Find."

"How did you get in?" Tyres changed his face: "How do you escape?"

"Under the secret lurking, we forged the instructions of Rumba," Rafael felt a little strange: "As for escape..."

"Camouflage is impossible," Rafael looked at the two children, his eyes slightly condensed: "I found a good route, I am a striker, Cohen and Miranda cooperate, if suddenly attacked, it should be able to break through, after all, big Some of the people were taken to the Palace of the Spirit by Rumba."

Tyres was shocked.

"Lombard went to the Palace of the Spirit?" He said with amazement: "What is he going to do? Captive of other big men?"

"I don't know," Raphael shook his head, his face calm: "But it is a good thing for us, and the interior is empty, so I can sneak in."

"As long as you break out, you will be able to meet the secrets."

Miranda frowned slightly.

"Can we not inform other people who are loyal to Walton in Longyan City?" She said: "Once they notice the abnormality of the gate, Rumba has nothing to lose."

"First of all, although the king's body has not yet been found, but for the entire Longyan City that has spread the rumors, His Royal Highness is now a suspect in the cusp," Raphael shook his head: "Even if he is loyal to Walton." For example, the Prime Minister of Brisbane, once he was discovered, the first choice would be to arrest His Royal Highness first."

Tyres looks awkward.

"Secondly, we don't know how much Rumba has in the eyes and ears of Longyan City. I don't know if he has the perfect way to fool Walton's vassals. After all, the rumors now..." Raphael made a slight meal. Didn't say anything more: "So I don't recommend you take risks."

Raphael tried the sword on the test. Taylors noticed that his right hand was still as smooth and delicate, and even a trace of dust was not stained: "Finally, I think that since Lombard took the gate, it is sure There will be follow-up measures, not even afraid of being known."

"The situation has come out of our control."

"For your safety, the future of the stars, you need to leave immediately," Raphael glared at a pair of crimson eyes, whispered: "Leave Long Yucheng, leave Exeter."

"Back to the Star Kingdom."

Tyres quietly looked at the young secret member and did not speak.

His eyes are getting deeper and deeper.

It seems as if I want to see something from Raphael.

The prince's gaze made Raphael somewhat uncomfortable.

"Okay," finally, Tyres whispered: "The last question."

Raphael gently decapitated and politely signaled the prince to continue.

Looking at the eyes of the people around, Tyres sighed softly.

"I'm a little weird, Raphael," the second prince whispered, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "You are standing here, neither asking the king of Nunn, nor asking me what happened."

"I am very chilling."

Raphael gave a slight glimpse.

what?

The people around me are also stunned.

The little slicker squinted and was unknown.

"His Royal Highness," Wyatt frowned. "Maybe it's not the time..."

Wye didn't say it because Taylors spoke again.

"The whole city of Longyan is in chaos, even when the vassals of Walton's family are in the dark." Taylors slowly walked to the corner and touched the wall.

"Raphael, you know very well that Chaman Rumba has planned all this behind the scenes," Taylors turned back and looked straight at the youngster of the Peruvian: "You even found it here - the gates are easy The ground forged the rombard of Rumba and lurked in to save people."

Taylors narrowed his eyes and his pupils shrunk:

"Is the secret department really so powerful?"

Raphael did not speak.

Cohen touched his head, he looked at Taylors, and looked at Raphael, and finally turned his eyes to Miranda.

But to his surprise, Miranda is also looking at Raphael with a gaze.

After a few seconds.

"We have our own channels," Rafael raised his mouth and gently opened his mouth. The tone was careful: "The secret company has been in the dark for more than 600 years..."

But he could not say it because Taylors interrupted him.

"I am also very surprised," Tyres slowly shook his head, his tone increased, and his speech rate accelerated: "The Grand Duke of the Black Sands, relying on a retired commander, a small gangster, a foreign aristocratic help, Can resolutely go north, in the kingdom of the first power of the Westland..."

“Easy to kill the king of the Dragon Kingdom, the ‘born king’, who has been known for 30 years, Nun Walton VII.”

"Isn't Lombard really so powerful?"

Raphael’s face remained the same and his eyes flashed.

“As a Peruvian representative who has been operating for more than six hundred years in the dark,” Taylors’ eyes are sharp: “Can you answer this question for me, Rafael?”

The atmosphere became a bit serious, and Wyatt frowned at Rolf, but the latter shook her head slightly.

Cohen, who had heard the wrong thing, bit his lip and wanted to get some hints from Miranda, but the latter did not say a word.

Only a small slicker, looking at this with a glimpse of life, look at that, a group of stars people are at a loss.

"We will investigate the matter," Rafael sighed. "But now..."

"Now." Taylors interrupted him again.

"Now, if you still like to continue acting, Rafael," the second prince took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, with a strong tone: "I would like to ask a little more clearly."

Tyres is facing the wall and looking directly at Raphael's strange red dragonfly.

"Kingdom of the Kingdom," in the still cell, Tyres gently said, "When did it start..."

“Starting to work with Chaman Rumba?”

(End of this chapter)