Chapter 214 The Curse of the Witch

At that moment, Taylors figured out a lot of things.

Outside the city of Longyan, Nie Lai once told him that the "King of the King" traced the territory of the stars and found clues to the assassination of Morar by the sword of disaster.

In addition, the assassination of Tells before the fortress is also related to the sword of disaster, and the two clues are combined to form the Grand Duke of Peifu.

But Miranda and Cohen have confirmed that the sword of disaster is just the scorpion that attracts them.

That is to say... The information traced by the so-called "kings of the king" is also a lie, an excuse to attract the eyes of the King of Nuen to Pefitel.

The question is, "The King's Man" - the entire Exeter, who is qualified and capable of being the head and ears of the Nunn King, for him to cross-border investigations, and then to return the fabricated false information?

And now...

Tyres looked intently at the lady in front of her, watching her clasp her hands, standing calmly and kindly in front of the thick door.

Not only that.

Why did Rumba do such a big act without disturbing Longyan City, why his army can cross the sea into the city, why he can easily find so many people...

Tyres took a deep breath and pulled his attention back to his eyes.

Rafael stood at the forefront, and Cohen and Miranda were separated.

The young man on the face of the mystery has long since disappeared from the previous face, replaced by a strong alert and dignity.

"I thought it would be someone who came to change jobs or patrols, but..." Cohen looked suspiciously at the red witch who was laughing and laughing, carefully whispering:

"The situation is not good, right? Who is that old woman?"

"It's not good," Miranda held the hilt and replied softly behind Raphael: "I think, it's a red witch."

Cohen stopped talking and his eyebrows wrinkled again.

Tyres grabbed the little slick behind him and felt the slight tremor in her hand.

He took a deep breath and told himself to be calm.

If the Red Witch is also involved, it means...

"Ms. Kashan," Raphael looked coldly at the old woman in front of her eyes. "No wonder I mixed in so easily."

"Do you know that I will come and set up a trap?"

Kasan looked at him quietly and suddenly grinned.

"I have been dealing with the Secrets since I was eight years old." The old woman’s face was peaceful and there was no trace of it in her eyes. "It’s too much to know you."

Raphael's face moved slightly.

Taylor’s brows: Eight years old?

Is it popular in the darkroom to hire child labor?

He secretly groaned.

"As for you."

"You are still too young, children," the Red Witch said faintly: "If it is the Morat guy, I probably noticed it when I entered the city."

Raphael did not speak, a pair of red dragonflies trembled slightly, but the tension on his face did not relax.

He has known for many years in the secret department that he knows deeply that the old woman who seems to be weak and windy has a lot of terrible energy.

"Damn," Cohen turned his head and his mouth twitched slightly: "That is the red witch? Is she ambushing us?"

Rolf shook his head and looked serious - what he felt from the wind.

"As you can see," Miranda’s eyes were staring at the door behind Kashan: "I feel that there are many people lying outside."

Quietly sneaking and breaking out unexpectedly - this is their biggest advantage, and it has disappeared at the moment.

Wyatt’s face bite her teeth ugly, and the waiter in front of Tyres whispered: “She stands close to us, this distance, maybe we can...”

"No." Miranda answered with ease.

Cohen frowned: "Why?"

"Because she is a red witch." Raphael looked away, his lips slightly open, and answered for Miranda.

The fool will believe that she will be unprepared to intercept them.

Can't act rashly.

The police officer said that he was not willing to bite his teeth.

About half of the unfortunate things in this life have been encountered today.

"Looking for any other exports," Miranda whispered: "It's not good, then break out from her - they are definitely ready."

At this time, Ms. Kashan, who was opposite, smiled softly.

The laughter is old, but warm and peaceful.

As her laughter sounded, everyone on the star side was on the verge of enemies.

"Rafael Lindbergh, the wandering orphan in the big desert, is now the most valued young man of the Black Prophet," only listened to Kashan and smiled: "You use this way to repay and nurture you." Twelve years of the Arunde family?"

"Why, is Duke Aaron not good to you? Why do you betray him?"

Raphael did not move.

Tyres changed his face.

He looked at the other two with some worry, but Miranda seemed to be ignorant, and Cohen looked confused.

"But you know it too - look at your eyes," Kasan sighed, seemingly sorry to continue: "You can never be a part of them."

In the eyes of Tyres, Raphael’s back is still unmoved.

But from the sleeve where he was cut in half, the prince noticed that the tendons on Raphael's wrists were slightly tight.

He was shaking - in the heart of Tyres, a voice whispered.

"And you, Miss Arend," the red witch turned her head and looked at Miranda on one side, revealing a mother's loving look at her daughter: "Have you ever thought about it?"

A trip to Miranda.

"Why is Rafael, why is he?" Kashan slowly said: "Why does the Black Prophet choose him without power, not any promising aristocrat?"

The female swordsman with a cold face, but can not help but slightly frown.

"Don't listen to her!"

Raphael looked sideways at the red witch, and his face was like an enemy: "Even if you can't listen to one word..."

"Look at your father... If you still care about the Northland, you don't want this precious land to be taken away by despicable means, the Northland girl," the Red Witch smiled and said: "The Kingdom of Exeter will always be You open the door - the Northland belongs only to the Northland."

Tyres frowned slightly - he always felt that something was wrong with this sentence.

But Miranda just frowned and said nothing.

I don't know what she thinks in her heart.

The red witch turned her head again and looked at the tall figure of the blonde.

Cohen, who is worried, only feels that the scalp is numb.

"Ah, Cohen Karabyan, a warrior from Wola, is alert." This time, Kassan smiled brightly: "You..."

"and many more!"

Cohen's face changed and directly interrupted her: "Don't talk nonsense, old woman!"

Thinking of Rafael's warning, Cohen stretched his face and grabbed the hilt in a fierce manner.

He shook his head violently, nervously squirting the following words: "All the words you said, I will not listen to one word!"

Miranda rolled her eyes and exhaled breath from her nose.

Raphael raised his eyebrows slightly.

This guy... is nervous and incoherent.

But the red witch looked at the unwelcome Cohen, but just shook her head and smiled.

It’s like watching a mischievous child.

"Oh, no, little Cohen," Kasan swayed his head in a smirk, helplessly said: "I just want to say..."

"You look so handsome."

Cohen's fierce face is a stiff one.

Not only him, Taylors raised his brow.

what?

"what?"

Cohen looked ignorant. He blinked and asked in amazement: "You just said..."

"I said, don't listen to her!"

"The words of the red robe are confused, the witch's curse is illusory," Raphael sighed and sighed, constantly measuring the surrounding environment: "The red witch Kashan is very good at lying, she can't believe a word." ""

"She is the only person in the world who can fool the Black Prophet!"

Kasan sighed and shook his head helplessly, his eyes were saying: Is it?

Tyre was slightly shocked.

Have you ever been fooled by the Black Prophet?

He remembered his confrontation with Morat in the Judith Hall, remembered the power of Morat, and remembered the interrogation that was difficult to pass with the help of Yodel and Serena.

And the red witch... can actually fool the old man in black?

Isn't that - Morat's nemesis of lie ability?

Cohen took a sneak peek.

and many more.

"She, lie?" Cohen blinked, some doubts, turned his head and said: "But she just said that I am handsome..."

Miranda and Rafael turned their heads together and yelled at the anger:

"To shut up!"

Cohen had to close his mouth.

"God, I have a feeling," Wyatt sighed. "She can weaken half of our morale with her mouth."

Rolf’s meaning muttered unclearly.

Tyres didn't talk, he just looked at the red witch with his scalp.

The other party clearly has only one person, but the second prince feels at the moment: even if everyone here is tied together - not as good as the other person.

"There is no other exit." Miranda took his eyes back from the corner and shook his head.

"What should I do now?" Cohen spit out a sigh of relief and said, "Is it dry?"

"I'm going to delay the time, you slowly spread out," Raphael twitched his lips slightly - Tyres didn't know how he practiced and did not move his lips and talked about the stunts - said: "Looking for opportunities, together Take a shot and see if you can leave her."

"It is reported that the Red Witch's strength is not high," Raphael narrowed his eyes. "But be careful, she may carry equipment such as an alchemy ball."

"Well... wait, what is ‘reported’?”

"It is literally: it is reported."

However, in the next moment, Tyres became the object of the next opening of the Red Witch.

"Prince Tyres," the old woman's gaze casts on the prince, her complex look and pity. "It is my pleasure to see you again."

Tyres's expression is slightly moving: "Of course I am also honored - if I am not in the cell, and you are not standing on the side of Lombard."

"His Royal Highness," Raphael shook his head slightly at Tyres, his eyes whispered: "Lie."

Tyres nodded.

The second prince repeated the words of Raphael's "The Curse of the Witch" in his heart to warn himself: Be careful.

Compared to the black prophet in the Judith Hall, compared to the feeling that Morat gave him, compared with the enormous pressure that is so tense and tense, it is tight...

What the old lady brought to him is a sense of uneasiness that makes people feel uncomfortable.

In particular - the horror of what she is going to say next.

Kasan sighed, his face shook his head in good faith, and the folds on his face were micro-microwaves, seemingly helpless.

"I am really sorry, but since you have come to the kingdom of the dragon..."

"In view of the fact that you will return to your cell later, you may not have a lifetime with freedom." Only the old woman mourned:

"What else do you have..."

"Do you want me to bring her by the way?"

Tyres frowned slightly, and his heart was secretly vigilant: "Who?"

"Who can be," I saw Kasan sighing, his face subtly, his mouth smiling, and he seemed to be recalling something: "Of course it is beautiful and intelligent..."

"Ms. Serran Rana."

When I heard the name, Tilston frowned.

(End of this chapter)