Chapter 224 Failure

"So, my power to end, has the characteristics of the rumored sword of disaster?"

In a side room in the shrine, Wyatt Cassault held her arms in a dignified manner.

On the pile of debris in front of him, Cohen was bandaging his previously scratched arm.

"It seems to be like this - at least it feels very similar," the alert officer was unscrupulously dealing with the injury, while carefully looking at the attendant officer: "Are you really a student of Shatil's teacher?"

Wyatt glanced at Putille and Raphael on the other side of the room and sighed.

"Swear by my life and honor," he said helplessly. "Three years ago, on the eve of the end of the awakening, I was qualified to enter the inheritance house. Teacher Shatil taught me a set...special Swordsmanship."

Wyatt’s eyes stayed in the air, remembering the past.

The sharp and unrelenting frontless wing was born at that time.

Cohen looked at his expression and recalled all the interrogation and identification methods he had learned in his career and the work of the police.

But he still couldn't see anything.

strange.

Cohen secretly said in his heart.

The sword of the disaster is clearly the sinner and traitor of the Tower of the End, and that power is considered taboo by Jeddy.

But why, why is the student of Shatil Masters...

In addition, why is the power of the sword of disaster a taboo? Is the destructive power too amazing? Is the fighting style too fierce?

Not quite right.

Cohen instinctively thought.

There is another question in Cohen’s heart.

The sword of disaster, the secret.

His gaze turned to Rafael, who talked to Putila.

Cohen slightly pinched: not now, they are still in danger.

In the end, Cohen had to shrug his shoulders, but the warning in his eyes still did not let go: "I will remember to ask, Miranda is the seed of the "Tianma" series, she is very familiar with Master Shatil."

"Oh, ‘Unbeaten Miranda’,” Wye’s eyelids moved, and Cohen looked at each other: “I’ve heard my name for a long time.”

"I guess too," Cohen looked at Wye's expression and snorted: "After all, is a recent chief."

Wye looked back at him and nodded.

"Thank you," said the young prince's attendant, Shen Yan. "No matter your misunderstanding or your understanding, Karabyan guards the officer."

But he immediately turned around: "And should you tell me about the sword of the disaster, after you used this name to hunt down half of the street with a sword?"

Cohen's pupil is slightly tightened.

"More words I can't say anymore," the police officer patted him on the shoulder. "But since you are the son of Count Gilbert Casso, the prince's attendant..."

Cohen showed a smile to Wyatt: "I think your suspicion has been temporarily lifted."

At that moment, Wye’s face was a bit unnatural.

"Oh," Wyatt's cheeks moved slightly, and the tone rose: "If I am not his son?"

Cohen raised his eyebrows and despised Wyah.

But he finally just shook his head and said nothing.

Wye sighed out of her nose and seemed unsatisfied.

"correct."

The attendant officer looked up: "Do you have a holiday with Rolf?"

Looking at Cohen’s confused expression for a moment, Wyatt screamed to the right and gestured: “That scorpion, dumb, with a sleeve sword.”

At the other end of the room, Rolf, who had a silver mask from his throat to his chin, endured a star soldier who had replaced his broken arm with his broken arm and stared at it.

Cohen scratched his head and shunned the other side's eyes.

"Amount, this," the police officer made a helpless gesture: "Do you know why he is dumb?"

Wyatt frowned.

"That's our holiday." Cohen raised his eyebrows and made a summary.

The attendant officer looked at Rolf, and looked at the police officer again, his eyes narrow.

Wyatt spit out a sigh of relief: "You know, His Royal Highness saved him a life, so he is now a man for the Highness..."

"Well, I know," Cohen said with a headache: "I will talk to him as little as possible... if he can still speak."

At this moment, a small figure walked into the room, and suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

It was the second prince of the Star Kingdom, and the comet of Tyres, a sorrowful thing, and a sorrowful look.

"Wow," Karabyan’s alert officer had a slight question in his tone, and said to Wyatt: "Does he always look like this?"

Wyah shook her head and was puzzled.

Puttier went forward.

"His Royal Highness," said the thin-minded deputy, who asked: "A date with the goddess of the moon is over?"

Tyres returned, and he looked up and his face was confused.

“Puttier,” he said, “What is the meaning of the existence of the gods?”

Cohen’s eyebrows were slightly raised, and he licked the Wyah around him.

"Ah, I will know," the police officer glared at the prince's face, helplessly said: "Never discuss life with the sacrifice, they will only mess up your brain."

"Maybe we should be thankful," Wyatt shrugged. "At least that's not the sacrifice of the Temple of the Night."

Putilai heard their words and cast a blaming look on the other two.

"I don't know the answer to this question, Your Highness," said Mr. Deputy, slightly lifting his chin, condescending, watching Taylor's suddenly sharp eyes: "But I am sure that no matter how they exist, they cannot change. Your current situation - as a bad luck prince."

Tyres was slightly shocked, and this was separated from the conversation with the Great Sacrifice, focusing his attention.

"Yes, the current situation," Taylors shook his head and forced himself to start thinking about the current situation.

He turned his attention to Putier's body and immediately remembered when they had just fled here.

Tyres looked at the thin man who habitually rubbed his pipe in his hand, could not help but narrow his eyes and looked at him carefully.

"You, Puttier," Tyres frowned, thinking of something: "When I was taken away by Lombard, it was you... I found the Secret and Nilai Lai, and then rescued me?" ”

Putila's eyebrows lifted slightly, shaking his head, and quietly recognized his words.

"Probably yes." He whispered, seemingly not care.

In the heart of Tyres, he was surprised: "You... how did you do it?"

Puttier sighed slightly.

"In fact, it is not that difficult, His Royal Highness."

The thin vice-president is staring at his own pipe, as if there is any good-looking texture on it.

"After your disappearance, the disaster occurred, the urban martial law, the White Blade Guard followed the King of Noon, and the King disappeared in the battle," he said faintly: "Simple things suddenly become complicated."

"But the conspiracy smell in the air has become more and more strong." Putilla tapped his chin.

"But how do you know, know where I am..." The eyes of Tyres flashed in confusion.

Putili's eyes turned to the ghost of the wind at the other end of the room.

"Rolf is coming back in awkwardly," Putilie retracted his hand to get the flint: "The only thing to bring back is the words 'Black Sand Collar', 'Star', 'Go away'. After considering the consequences and connections of these things, including the traps, everything is clear."

Tyres's face is moving.

"The order to take advantage of King Nunn is still valid. I evacuated all the people in the mission from the Palace of the Spirit at the fastest speed," Putilai said earnestly: "Then I contacted the Secret."

"Mystery?"

Tyres opened his mouth: "Do you still have contact with the Secret?"

"When I was young, I worked with them for some time." Putilla shook his head and didn't seem to want to talk more.

In the heart of Tyres, another thought rose; "Nani Lai? White Blade Guard?"

"That was purely an accident - I didn't expect others to help, but the people who disappeared with the king, including Nilailai and the white-guard guards," Putile shrugged: "So I guess No matter who our enemy is, the White Blade Guard is our only ally."

"Allies?" Taylors reveals the color of doubt.

"Yes," Putilla nodded. "Although time is tight and resources are limited, we have finally formed a temporary tripartite alliance such as us, the Secrets, and the White Blade Guard."

Although not very secure.

Each party has a lot of wariness against the other two parties, hiding a lot of secrets.

Putilai secretly said.

"The secret has intelligence and enemy channels, the White Blade Guard has a hand and internal advantage," Putile glanced at Raphael, shaking his head with amazement: "The rescue plan began - even though we are not sure The people inside are not you."

"Of course, the results are very good," Pittley glanced at Miranda and Cohen: "There are additional surprises."

Taylors bowed his head and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he looked up again.

"Thank you, Puttier." He heard that he said this, his tone was lost and his words were in vain.

"thank you."

When Puttier saw the prince’s appearance, he could not help but sigh a long breath:

"It's just my job."

Tyres turned his head and glanced at the rest.

Then he was shocked.

"Wait, Edda?" Tyres widened his eyes and wanted to find the elf guard.

But Puttier just shook his head and looked worried.

“A long time ago, she set out to look for you, and still hasn’t returned yet,” said Mr. Deputy, gently pinching the pipe in his hand: “I thought you would come back with her.”

Taylors glimpsed.

"I know," he murmured. "She... she said she was going to block a powerful enemy."

In the eyes of Putilai, unclear thoughts flashed.

"Yes." He stared at Tyres.

"Then you can only choose to believe in her."

Taylors did not speak.

Edda's appearance came to his mind.

He involuntarily squeezed his fist.

"And before that..." I saw Pitt's eyes flashing strange brilliance. He turned and looked at the other stars in the room: "We have to plan for the next step, Your Highness."

Taylors heard that breathing slowly slowed down.

Next step

Is there any next step?

Taylors suddenly remembered the letter from Gilbert.

In the letter, the former foreign minister steadfastly encouraged the prince of the stars, and he did not hesitate to exchange his experience and insights with the Northland, and he was full of confidence in his words.

Tyres faintly bowed his head: "Next?"

For a moment, the moment I read the letter, he thought that he had perfected the trust of Gilbert.

Successfully eased the contradiction between Exeter and the Kingdom of Stars.

however……

Putier's sharp eyes passed over the stars around him, passing Willow, who had been teaching with the veteran Janet, the Rolf, who was conditioning his arms, and Miranda, who was thinking alone, before returning to Tyres.

"Yes," the star's deputy voice suddenly increased, serious: "Our next step - leave Longyan City and leave Exeter."

Tyres slowly tightened his brows.

go away.

How easy a word is.

Changed a month ago, a week ago, and even a few hours ago, he heard the word, he would jump in the bottom of his heart, and then could not wait to secretly cheer.

The departure at that time meant liberation, which meant ending.

Leave this rough hostile country and end the **** itinerary.

but now……

just now.

go away?

"In a nutshell..." Raphael's voice came from behind Putilite, and the figure of the cleric appeared in front of Thales.

"I just escape, escape," Raphael's expression is still calm, the tone is still relaxed, but people are unconsciously nervous: "Before the conspiracy and lies under the dragon kingdom, we swallowed us all."

Escape.

Tyres’ breathing is up.

He clenched his fist again.

go away.

Escape.

go away?

Escape?

"Wait, Exeter - I mean what the white-bladed guards say?" Cohen saw Rafael, and he came forward and raised his question: "After all, they brought us out." ""

An icy voice came from the door.

"Not much worse."

Everyone gave a slight glimpse, only to find that Nilailai had stood at the door of the room, and a pair of cold scorpions were thrown at them.

Melk stood on his side and his face was still dark.

"Our people will leave with Miss Walton," the comet seems to have dealt with the new wounds on his body and replaced the broken clothing: "I went to inform the Prime Minister of Brisbane alone, he is the most trusted One of the people."

Hearing the plan of the comet, Tyres couldn’t help but frown.

"prime minister?"

"He will help you?" The prince couldn't help but ask: "For example, resisting and even destroying Rumba, and confirming the truth?"

"And there is room for recovery?"

Niely did not speak.

But his eyes are getting colder and colder.

Taylors also realized what.

He also Panasonic is preparing to ask the lips, panting unconsciously.

The answer to the prince’s question is Melk next to Nilai.

"It's hard," the man who had suffered a huge blow overnight, the former White Blade Guard, the former officer of the King, and Byn Melk seemed to be very tired. His voice was very hoarse, as if it had been worn by sand: "Wo The direct blood of the family has been cut off, leaving a little girl who cannot inherit."

Tyres has a white face.

more than.

In his heart, there was a small voice talking to him.

The consequences are not limited to this.

It will be even worse.

Worse.

"Maybe, Longyan City is destined to usher in the leadership of the new family," Puttier also sighed and whispered: "But Exeter is still going on - even a prime minister can't change." ”

Niely jerked his head up.

His pale face had two more blushes.

"But the truth still needs to be proclaimed, hatred must be washed with blood," the comet bites his teeth, and there are endless anger and hate in his eyes: "The **** enmity of your majesty is the shame of the white blade."

One side of Melk sighed deeply, and Taylor could feel it: he had a complicated mood for the late communist king.

Yes.

The king.

The unforgettable king, the king who died is not a tragedy or a hero.

Noon Walton VII.

Taylors bowed his head and only felt cold in his heart, as if the head of Noon King was still spinning under his feet.

His words repeatedly ring in his ear.

"If this is the case," Puttier turned the subject and asked seriously: "Miss Walton, where are you going to take her?"

"Everything is far from the threat of Lombard." Nie Lai raised his gaze and his eyes were as if he had recovered the image of the commander of the savvy and sturdy White Blade Guard.

"Complete our responsibilities to Walton, the unfinished king."

Tyres lowered his eyes.

Small slippery head.

Her destiny...

The day before yesterday, this morning.

Her fate has been turned over countless times.

Every time, it goes down to a deeper abyss.

Putier's eyes turned, and the corners of the mouth were slightly curled.

"How about going to the Star Kingdom?"

The deputy, Mr. Shen Shen, seems to be making a serious suggestion: "That is where Rumba, and even Exeter can't reach - away from the disputes in Exeter."

Taylor's heart moved.

He remembered the words of the Red Witch: "Since things can't be done, you will get a Walton bloodline back to the stars as a bargain, right?"

Nie Lai snorted and his voice was not good.

"We have discussed this issue," the comet said coldly. "You know my attitude, the imperial."

Melk also shook his head slowly and looked serious.

"Behind the conspiracy, the dark room is also involved," Rafael inserted. He stared at the ground, and there was something in his words: "When the blade is profitable, there must be a gap."

"I haven't forgotten where the origins of all these disasters are, the kid of the Peruvian family," Nie Lai hugged his arms and looked at Raphael like a knife. He then smiled lightly: "But at this time, you Stars should also be self-sufficient - thanks to your own gift."

"Others may not be clear, but Lombard wants war," the comet said coldly. "With what happened today, maybe he will soon get what he wants."

Raphael frowned.

Tyres is a cold heart.

Self-care.

Get your wish.

war.

Yes.

Star Kingdom... Taylors closed his eyes and couldn’t help but think of the Broken Dragon Fortress and remembered the people in the fortress.

The heroic and heroic flower of the fortress, Sonya Susere.

The temper is violent, and it is difficult to get close to the wrath of the kingdom, Arak Mu.

There were also countless anger guards who died in the charge before the fortress.

Tyles closed his eyes and could not help but tremble slightly.

[The soldiers I have, including your mission, have died more than half. 】

[Only to send you here. 】

The volcanic furious warrior, the voice of Baron Mu, echoed in his mind.

[Don't let them die in white. 】

Tyres trembled more and more.

White died.

White death...

Looking at the eyes of the comet's provocative eyes, Raphael did not speak.

“I strongly recommend that you reconsider my proposal.” Putilit insisted.

"Oh? Then you might as well consider considering my proposal?" Nie Lai turned to Mr. Deputy, and sneered with a sentence: "I am alone and may not be able to convince the Earl of Brisbane, but if there is a stigma, there is no fear of danger. Star Prince, peers, should be more convincing."

His eyes cast on Tyres.

But the second prince still closed his eyes and did not move.

"Of course," Niely turned around and looked at Miranda, who wiped the sword. "The same is true of the heirs of the Duke of the North."

Raphael snorted.

Cohen rolled his eyes.

Putilai sighed: "Let's go back to the previous agenda."

Nie Lai smiled and stopped talking.

Raphael calmly returned to the topic:

“What are your reliable exit channels? Avoid the eyes and ears of the black market, patrol or darkroom.”

"Not much," Niely shook his head. "There was a lot, but Kaslan... he knows a lot."

Raphael narrowed his eyes: "We have one..."

At this time.

"What will happen?"

Everyone gave a slight glimpse.

After a few seconds, everyone reacted, and the person who interrupted was Teres.

It is the second prince who has been silent for a long time.

Niely frowned: "What?"

Taylor looked up and his eyes were confused.

In front of his eyes, it seems like a sudden flash of many people.

Kessel, Gilbert, Genenard, Sonya, Arak, Wei Luo...

But in his mind, Taylors couldn't catch it.

"We just left," Tyres's voice became extremely hoarse, like a long-awaited river:

"gone."

What Putty seemed to feel, he keenly walked behind Thales, holding his shoulder and gently gesturing.

However, Tyres seems to have no idea.

He still spoke gently, his voice was tired and trembling:

"What about Exeter?"

"Star, what will happen?"

Cohen and Wyatt looked at each other and their faces turned pale and turned their eyes.

Raphael did not move his face, but his hands were slightly crossed.

"We came with the mission of peacemaking, but we just left." The voice of Tells is very low, but in the quiet temple, it makes people feel uneasy:

"Ran away."

Tyres is unclear, so he laughs in a complicated mood.

He only felt very tired.

very tired.

"The future of the stars and Exeter," he resisted the discomfort of the scorpion, biting his teeth: "What will happen?"

Miranda in the distance sighed and the sigh was clear and audible.

Putilit did not speak.

His eyelids hang slightly.

The face is full of exhaustion and frustration.

But he then raised his gaze and shot straight at Tyres.

"His Royal Highness," the voice of the deputy is also very tired. "In fact, you know."

"Is not it."

At the moment, Tyres was shocked and couldn’t help but tremble.

"Exeter lost a king," Putile slowly said in his longest, deepest tone: "Long Yao City lost the lord family."

Niely's face was flushed and his teeth creaked, almost smashing the back molars.

Melk is over his head and his eyes are fascinated.

"But the stars became the scapegoat for the murderer." Putilla continued.

Cohen lowered his head deeply, and Miranda pinched the hilt in his hand.

The deputy sergeant slowly took out the flint from his arms.

Snapped.

He lit the tobacco in the pipe.

"Rumba solved his biggest threat and held the situation in his own hands," Putile laughed softly, but with deep chill in his words, "his conspiracy and traps are linked together. Like the raging waves of the desperate sea, we will fight without any help, and we can only protect ourselves."

In the room, the smoke on the hands of Putilit slowly rose.

Raphael stared at Tyres quietly, his face stiff as ice.

"In addition to saving you from trouble, we have nothing to do with the situation." Mr. Deputy, slowly holding the cigarette holder, his face was serious and his eyes were fascinated.

The next moment, Puttier suddenly bite the cigarette holder and took a sip.

He slammed a smog and struggled.

"It is true that you and us, our entire mission, bear the expectations and burdens of the entire star, with the mission of eliminating the scourge of war." Putile's speed of speech slowly accelerated, breathing gradually rushed, "but time It is clear that the facts are clear."

Tyles closed his eyes and took a deep breath of smoke-smelling air.

really.

As Putier said.

Northland specialty tobacco.

Very awkward.

Very spicy.

feeling bad.

Tyres spit out the smoke and was smoked with binocular redness.

He turned his head and shivered to avoid smoking.

In the misty atmosphere, Puttier slowly turned his head and turned his eyes to Tells, releasing a painful and firm color in his eyes:

"His Royal Highness."

"We have failed."

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(End of this chapter)