Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the quiet cell, both Cohen and Miranda looked at the newcomer with complicated expressions. =Le=Wen=Novel www.lwXM

"You, Kingdom Secret Division?"

The prince was startled, first thinking of the Black Prophet, then Kessel.

Thales breathed in shock, carefully looking at the new Raphael.

Those strange red eyes made him quite uneasy.

The little slippery head leaned tightly on his back, only daring to show half of his face.

And Raphael is also observing Thales carefully.

Compared with the last time in the Hall of Stars - Raphael smiled slightly: It seems that he has grown a lot.

The next second, Raphael stood up suddenly, startling Thales.

"Come in," Raphael said lightly, "It's safe, my people will catch the wind."

Thales was taken aback.

But immediately, the thick door separating the inside and outside of the cell was opened again.

A man in patrol uniform walked into the cell with his head down.

The legs and feet seemed to be a little awkward, and one of the arms was also very stiff.

The person who came raised his head and tore off the camouflage, revealing the lower half of his face—it was half a silver mask.

Thales suddenly opened his eyes wide!

"Rolf!" The second prince blurted out.

The Wind Follower raised his head and nodded silently to Thales. He walked to Thales' cell, turned the keys left by the guards, and opened the door.

Huai Ya let out a long breath, and collapsed as if suddenly relaxed: "My God... I knew it would be useful to keep you there on purpose..."

Thales also breathed a sigh of relief, and only then secretly sighed in his heart: I'm saved.

He walked out of the cell with the slippery boy, and saw Rolf and Raphael who continued to open the door, and his eyes lit up.

"Those sudden winds just now,

Thales turned his eyes and suddenly said, "Rolf, is that you?" "

Rolf opened Wyah's cell door, blinked slightly, and gestured affirmatively to the prince.

"I hope the sound of the wind can help us cover up the sound of hiding and fighting," Rafael walked to the poor guard leader, and searched the pockets of the deceased with a normal expression: "Keep quiet, there are still hundreds of people guarding outside, don't be careless .”

Thales felt a little nervous: Hundreds of people?

Raphael took out a bunch of keys, stood up, and walked to Cohen's cell.

"Raphael," Cohen sighed, and said angrily, "You let those guys execute us, can't you change the reason..."

Raphael chuckled lightly.

Rolf on the side looked at the security officer with an unswerving expression, his eyes still full of disgust.

Cohen looked at the Wind Follower and shrugged helplessly.

"You know each other?" Thales frowned as he watched the unusual interaction between Cohen, Raphael and Rolf.

"Know?" Cohen snorted softly: "More than that."

Raphael ignored his tone and said lightly, "There are six of them."

"I can't solve them all quietly, so I need to wait for the best time, such as when they all turn their backs to open the lock," Raphael approached Cohen expressionlessly, holding the leader's Key, squatting down to unlock the chain on his body: "By the way, let them unlock the door for me."

Unshackled, Cohen threw off the chains on his body and sat up.

But then his face twisted, his left hand hugged his right shoulder tightly, and hissed amid the severe pain in his right arm.

Rafael moved his eyes, pressed the police officer's right shoulder, and then grabbed his injured and dislocated right arm. Cohen let go of his hand tacitly and let him deal with it.

"The person who connected your arm probably doubted your ability to break free from the chain, so he deliberately left a small tail—be patient, I will pull the joint and reconnect it." Raphael said lightly.

He grabbed Cohen's hand suddenly, pulling and pushing.

Cohen bit his lower lip and grunted, his body trembling violently with the "click" of his joints.

A few seconds later, the police officer who was dripping with cold sweat let out a sigh of relief, gasped as if he had been tortured, and patted Rafael on the shoulder.

The latter pulled him up from the ground.

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

"How did your swordsmanship become... so strong?"

"Easy," Raphael glanced at him nonchalantly, then turned to Miranda's cell: "Practice a lot."

Cohen frowned.

how come……

Cohen's eyes flicked over the six dead people, and he recalled Raphael's ghostly actions just now over and over again in his mind.

Recalling that moment just now, the security officer's face was full of surprise.

In the past three years, Cohen believes that he has been reborn in the life-and-death experience in the Western Wilderness Battlefield. His swordsmanship, characterized by wild attack, has grown rapidly under tremendous pressure; Miranda has also become stronger and stronger in the dangerous confrontation on the northern border. The battle rhythm under the Tianma movement became more and more distinct.

However, Raphael's actions and timing of killing six people in a row just now - Cohen frowned: That has surpassed the characteristics endowed by the power of the end, it is no longer a special style of swordsmanship or combat method, nor is it Then there are the fixed fighting skills or the simple use of strength.

It is the instinct to integrate combat into every gesture, which is a more essential understanding of combat...

Cohen gritted his teeth lightly, remembering what his teacher, Jedi Taffner said: "The breakthrough from mortal level to super level is easy to identify - simply put, a normal person suddenly becomes abnormal, simple and simple In a single fight, fights must be colorful and messy, muddy and snot flying..."

The teacher's cynical words rang in my ears.

"But it's a sign of going from a super-level to an extreme level..." The teacher's eyelids moved slightly, and one corner of his mouth curled up.

"It's hard to say—from the terrible swordsman who lived his life on the battlefield to the theoretical expert who has never touched a weapon, reasonable and unreasonable, well-founded and nonsense, everyone has been arguing for thousands of years, and everyone has different opinions. "

"What kind of literary 'power control', 'micro-manipulation', mysterious and profound 'essential understanding', and what the idiots say about 'exposing the bastard's aura', and even the bullshit 'realm suppression' 'Natural vision'..." At that time, Jedi let out a long sigh, turned his back to Cohen, and said silently:

"In my opinion, there is the simplest and most effective definition standard."

Teacher Jedi turned around and looked directly at Cohen, who was still young at that time, with radiant eyes:

"When one day, you find that the enemy you are facing, whether it is a weak rookie or an invincible enemy, whether it is a besieged death situation or an evenly matched opponent, can solve the battle in a very short moment, no matter When winning or losing..."

The teacher nodded slowly, folded his arms, his eyes were deep.

"You're probably close to the limit."

Unspeakable emotions flooded Cohen's heart, not only the loss of his peers who had the same starting point far surpassing him, but also the feeling that his friends were getting stronger.

However, it is impossible.

Raphael.

How come you... Me and Miranda both...

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

Look at Miranda.

I saw Miss Arund staring blankly at the ground, with subtle and complex expressions in her eyes.

Raphael opened the chains on Miranda with a calm face.

Miranda grabbed the fence and stood up, her expression unchanged.

The two did not speak, as if deliberately avoiding each other's sight, and did not even exchange eyes.

It seems very deliberate.

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

"Your hand." Miranda said softly, kicking off the chains under her feet.

Rafael paused slightly.

"It's okay." He said plainly, then stepped out of the door without hesitation and walked towards Huai Ya.

Cohen, who kept everything in his eyes, couldn't help slandering:

Dog men and women.

On the other side, Rolf squatted down beside Thales, and cut the rope behind Thales and the slippery head with the Hidden Blade.

"Secret Science...how did you find him?" Thales swung his numb arms and pouted at Raphael.

Rolf twitched at him, took out the JC dagger that Thales had confiscated from his waist, and handed it to the prince.

The Ghost with the Wind raised his hand and made a few gestures: [He, look for me. 】

Thales sighed and looked at the secret subject visitor with complicated eyes.

There are some things that he has to ask clearly.

Rolf turned around, took off a package from his back, and opened the wrapping cloth, revealing the two long swords inside.

The Wind Follower walked up to Cohen, frowned, and threw Karabyan's sword to him with a look of disgust.

Cohen raised his eyebrows and tried the hilt of his sword.

"Okay," the police officer exhaled and snorted softly, "I wounded you all over, and you saved my life."

"I think we're even?"

Rolf was taken aback.

"You hurt him, and then you were saved by him," Huai Ya on the side widened his eyes, stood up with Raphael's help, and couldn't help but said, "You owe him no matter what...how is it possible? Is it even?"

Rolf took a deep look at Cohen and clenched his fists slightly.

Cohen smiled.

The Ghost with the Wind then turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

After Raphael untied Wyah's chain, he was going to go back to get the saber he stuck on a corpse. When he looked up, he found that the hilt of the saber had already reached his eyes.

Raphael raised his eyes and looked at Miranda with subtle eyes.

The two looked at each other with different expressions.

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

"Thanks."

Cohen, who was moving his arms beside him, rolled his eyes.

"Check your status," Raphael's voice came coldly just as Thales was about to speak: "Then listen carefully."

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

"Our situation is very dangerous." The young man from the secret department said solemnly: "The first priority now is to escape from here."

Thales frowned slightly, and looked around: "Where are we?"

Raphael looked at him.

"The highest gate in the entire Dragon Clouds City - between the Ax District and the Palace of Heroes," Raphael pointed to the dark cell: "This is the temporary guard room inside the gate."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

"The gate near the Heroic Spirit Palace? You mean here..."

"Yes, now this city gate has been taken by Lumbard..." Raphael nodded with a heavy expression, "The soldiers of Heisha collar took advantage of the geographical advantage of this city gate to block the Palace of Heroes and Longxiao. between cities."

"Rumba?" Thales' face moved slightly.

"Rumba." Raphael said with certainty.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, a wordless solemnity filled the air.

"How is it possible?" Cohen, who had experience in war, asked doubtfully, "This is the partition gate in Longxiao City, which is famous for being impenetrable! How did they capture it?"

"They didn't attack by force, but quietly used clever tricks to seize the city." Raphael shook his head: "Now, the Palace of Heroic Spirits has been isolated from other places in the city."

Thales frowned.

He asked with a little deep meaning: "What about the other people in the city? They just look at it like this?"

"The vassals of Dragon Clouds City don't know anything yet," Raphael replied calmly, "Prime Minister Lisbane and the Office of General Order are busy looking for King Nunn's whereabouts and calming down the chaotic situation."

"There are still hundreds of people in the city gate—there are two teams on the first floor above us alone, and they cannot be defeated." He glanced at the crowd, pointed to the top of his head, and said lightly: "Our only advantage is that we have not been defeated yet. Discover."

"How did you get in?" Thales' face changed: "How do you escape?"

"It came in secretly, we forged Lumbard's warrant," Raphael felt a little strange: "As for escaping..."

"It's impossible to pretend," Raphael looked at the two children, his eyes condensed slightly: "I've found a route, and I'll be the striker. Cohen and Miranda cooperate. If they attack suddenly, they should be able to break through smoothly. After all, Some of the staff were taken to the Palace of Heroes by Rumba."

Thales was shocked.

"Rumba went to the Palace of Heroes?" He said in astonishment, "What is he going to do? Capture other Grand Dukes?"

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

"As long as you break out, you can join the support of the Secret Division."

Miranda frowned slightly.

"Can't we inform other people in Dragon Clouds City who are loyal to Walton?" She said: "Once they notice the abnormality of the city gate, Luba will have nowhere to hide."

"First of all, even though the king's body has not been found yet, to the entire Dragon Clouds City where rumors have been spread, His Highness is now a suspect at the forefront." Raphael shook his head: "Even those who are loyal to Walton For example, Prime Minister Lisbane, once he finds out, the first choice will be to arrest His Highness first."

Thales' face darkened.

"Secondly, we don't know how many eyes and ears Lombard has in Dragon Clouds City, and we don't know whether he has a way to perfectly deceive Walton's vassals. After all, the current rumors..." Raphael paused slightly, No further words: "So I don't recommend you take risks."

Raphael tried the sword in his hand, and Thales noticed that his right hand was still smooth and delicate, without even a speck of dust: "Finally, I think that since Luba has taken down this city gate, it must be There will be follow-up means, and I am not even afraid of being known."

"The situation is out of our control."

"For your safety, and even for the future of the stars, you need to leave immediately," Raphael opened his dark red eyes, and whispered: "Leave Dragon Clouds City, leave Exeter."

"Back to the Star Kingdom."

Thales looked at the young member of the secret department quietly without speaking.

His eyes became deeper and deeper.

As if to see something from Raphael.

The prince's gaze made Raphael a little uncomfortable.

"Okay," Thales finally said softly, "One last question."

Raphael nodded slightly, politely motioning the prince to continue.

Looking at the eyes of the people around him, Thales sighed softly.

"I'm a little strange, Raphael," the second prince said softly, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "You stood here and neither asked how King Nun was doing, nor what happened to me."

"I'm very cold."

Raphael was slightly taken aback.

What?

The people around were also stunned.

The little slippery head blinked, not knowing why.

"Your Highness," Wyatt frowned, "Maybe now is not the time..."

Wyatt didn't continue, because Thales spoke again.

"When the entire Dragon Clouds City was in chaos, even the Walton family's vassals were kept in the dark." Thales slowly walked to the corner and touched the wall.

"Raphael, you are very clear that it was Charmain Lumbard who planned all this behind the scenes." Thales turned his head and looked directly at the young man in the secret department: "You even found this place - the city gate, easily They forged Lumbard's warrant and sneaked in to save people."

Thales narrowed his eyes and his pupils shrunk:

"Is the secret science really that powerful?"

Raphael didn't speak.

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

But to his surprise, Miranda was also looking at Raphael with dim eyes.

After a few seconds.

"We have our own channel," Raphael raised the corner of his mouth and said softly, his tone can be described as cautious: "The Secret Division has been operating in the dark for more than six hundred years..."

But he couldn't continue because Thales interrupted him.

"I'm also very strange," Thales slowly shook his head, his tone of voice increased, and his speed of speech accelerated: "The Grand Duke of Luba in the black sand collar, with the help of a retired commander, a gangster official, and a foreign nobleman, You can go north resolutely, in the capital of the most powerful country in the Western Continent..."

"Easy and easy to kill the king of the giant dragon kingdom, the 'born king' who has been known for thirty years, Nun Walton VII."

"Is Rumba really that powerful?"

Raphael's face remained unchanged, his eyes flickered slightly.

"As the representative of the secret department that has been operating in the dark for more than six hundred years," Thales' eyes sharpened: "Can you answer this question for me, Raphael?"

The atmosphere became a bit serious, Wyah frowned and poked Rolf, but the latter shook his head slightly.

Cohen, who heard something wrong, bit his lip, trying to get some hints from Miranda, but the latter didn't say a word.

Only the little slippery man looked at this and that timidly, at a loss among a group of stars.

"We will investigate this matter," Raphael sighed, "but now..."

"Now." Thales interrupted him again.

"Now, if you still like to continue acting, Raphael," the second prince took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, with a firm tone: "Then I might as well ask more clearly."

With his back to the wall, Thales looked straight at Raphael's strange red eyes.

"Kingdom Secret Division," Thales said softly in the silent cell, "Since when..."

"Started working with Charmain Rumba?"