Kingdom’s Bloodline

Dragon Clouds City, Haoyue Temple, in a remote room.

Looking at the Star Soldiers who were busy not far away, Putilei couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

In the first half of his life, he had not failed to experience failure—in fact, the failures he had seen were more terrible and costly.

Like twelve years ago.

But now...

Puttilai suddenly felt that the pipe in his hand was heavy, and he even lost the desire to take a puff.

This is very rare for him who is addicted to smoking.

King Kessel used his own blood as a pledge to try to eliminate the scourge of war, which should have been a generous and sincere act praised by the whole country.

Now it has turned into a disaster.

The prince's involvement in Exeter's king's death brings about the worst of the worst that should have been tried so hard to avoid.

To make matters worse, the Canxing royal family will suffer another huge prestige blow.

After that child returned to the stars, what he had to face... Puttilai thought of Thales' dejected appearance, and his mood was gloomy.

Silently he reached out and knocked the burning tobacco out of the pipe.

Sorry, Gilbert.

There was nothing I could do except to bring him out of danger.

It was like watching His Highness pass away back then.

You are disappointed, old friend.

again.

While Puttilai was thinking about the past, Willow, a recruit, interrupted his thoughts.

"My lord!"

"What's wrong?" Puttilai raised his eyebrows.

"Please go to the back hall, which is the hall we came in." Willow seemed to be a little confused about the situation, but he still faithfully carried out the order: "This is His Royal Highness Thales..."

"Order!"

Puttilai's expression changed.

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Cohen packed his bags and checked the weapon one last time.

"Aren't you going to ask Raphael again?"

The security officer looked at Putilei who was talking to the Star Soldiers in the distance, sighed, turned his head to Miranda beside him and said:

"You know, about the sword of disaster, about the secret science, about his hand..."

Speaking of which, Cohen couldn't help gritting his teeth, remembering that his friend who was a swordsman had his hands abolished alive, and he didn't know when he turned his hands into such monsters.

What happened to that guy?

Miranda, who was leaning on the wooden box, slowly opened her eyes from her doze.

Her eyes are calm and her expression is natural.

But his voice is slightly hoarse.

"No need, he has already made a decision," the female swordsman said softly: "There are some things, it's just futile to ask."

Cohen looked at Miranda's expressionless face and wanted to say something, but in the end he just shrugged and lowered his head to adjust his sword belt.

A few seconds later, the security officer whispered:

"Then how do we report back to Tari?"

"I met three calamity swordsmen in Longxiao City, one of them... is unknown?"

Miranda's eyes moved.

"What about you?" She said lightly.

Cohen was slightly taken aback.

"If I had to say..."

The police officer let out a deep breath, his eyes became firm.

It was as if he had made up his mind.

"Go to hell with the Terminator Tower, it's been a long time coming out of it anyway," Cohen shook his head and snorted softly: "I've never seen a sword of disaster—everything is Kaslan's conspiracy, the report is over. "

Miranda smiled faintly.

"Master Jedi will be mad if he knows the truth."

"So it's for his own good," Cohn raised his eyebrows. "His best student worried about his mood and decided to let him have less of it."

Miranda raised her eyebrows, closed her eyes and rested her mind again.

After a while, Cohen spoke again, his voice low.

"Miranda, tell me, it's only been three years," the security officer said in frustration, "How can a person change so much?"

Miranda opened her eyes again, this time, her eyes were full of complicated meanings.

"I'm not just talking about Raphael," Cohen put the sword back into its scabbard,

With a worried look on his face: "There is also Croyce."

"I still remember the days when I was punished to bite the sword and squat with her. That man's favorite thing to do is to scold me." He said angrily.

Miranda raised her lips.

That's because she likes you, but dare not say it.

Miranda rolled her eyes, then her heart darkened.

It's not just you, Cohen.

It's not just you.

I also studied with her as a classmate, sleeping in the same room, practicing sword together in the wind and rain, and reading when lighting up the lamp at night.

The girl who used to be cheerful, loves to laugh, and has a stubborn temper.

Crowey.

"Maybe they haven't changed." Miranda frowned slightly, her voice was ethereal and seemed to have deep meaning, "It's just that we found another side of them by accident."

Cohen snorted.

"What kind of 'other side'," he said helplessly, "will lead to betrayal and lies?"

Miranda changed her arms-folding position and hugged her saber again.

"I don't know," she said absently, "but it shouldn't be an easy thing."

She remembered the brand on Raphael's hand.

Chloe Ash, what have you been through?

Cohen let out a long breath, leaned back, and leaned against the wooden box like Miranda.

"So, is this over?" Cohen asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Miranda's face moved slightly, and she came back to her senses: "What's the end?"

Cohen paused for a second, his eyebrows raised, as if he was thinking.

"Dragon Clouds City," he said silently, "We were tricked into coming here..."

"Became someone else's pawn, the scapegoat of the conspiracy, the mastermind of assassinating the king."

"It became the cause of the war."

Miranda fell silent.

She knew Cohen's character and what he was going to say.

but……

"So we're making it up." Miranda said with serious eyes.

"Escape from here as soon as possible, escape from the enemy's control, and refuse their use," Miss Arend's speech speeded up, with increased emphasis: "Just pretend that we have never been to Exeter, and we have never been to Dragon Clouds City."

It seems beyond doubt.

Cohen didn't answer right away, he was silent for several seconds, his eyes focused in the dim air.

"But, Miranda," Cohen finally spoke softly, seemingly with some hesitation and anxiety: "The truth is..."

"We've been here."

Miranda didn't speak.

Cohen slapped the wooden box, turned over and sat up neatly, leaning his hands on his knees, with a serious and ugly expression.

"Not only have we been here, but we have also participated in so many things and witnessed so many things," he sighed slowly: "Secret subjects, disasters, dragons, princes, assassinations, conspiracy."

"Some people come, some people go, some people die, some people get injured, and finally leave a mess." Cohen was a little absent-minded.

"Wait for others to clean up, and others will bear it."

"And you know what we left behind, you heard what that Uncle Putilei said," Cohen turned his gaze to the deputy envoy in the distance, watching him say something to the soldier with two guns: "Even if We escaped safely, and the northern border will also face..."

"He said that too," Miranda frowned, "There's nothing we can do."

Cohen's face darkened, his expression struggling.

"It's powerlessness," Cohen snorted lightly, and clenched his fists unknowingly: "Or is it doing nothing?"

Miranda didn't answer.

"That is your northern border, Miranda, the territory that your family has guarded for generations."

The security officer took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You have also witnessed the tragedy of that land being ravaged by war, haven't you, you and Raphael were in..."

Boom!

Miranda's scabbard slammed into a wooden box for storing sundries, making a heavy muffled sound.

"enough."

The female swordsman's eyes became sharp and terrifying, and her tone was frosty: "That's it."

But Cohen laughed.

"You know, the young swordsman of disaster we met earlier was about your age." The police officer lowered his head and raised his unique silver saber. "He asked me the name of this sword."

Miranda stared.

"'Bearer of Weight'," she looked at the classmate's saber, remembering the battle with it in the past few years, and said lightly: "The Kalabyan family's heirloom sword."

Cohen nodded, muscular arms, and raised his weapon steadily.

bearer.

"It's too heavy." Cohen was fascinated, thinking of the gloomy old castle in the family, and the scene when the old man took it out of it.

"My father gave it to me the day before I went to the Tower of Terminator."

"I can't lift it with both hands, so I can only drag it with a rope," Cohen nodded, his eyes slowly focusing, recalling the past: "But the old man said..."

"Some weight, we have to bear."

His eyes became clearer and more determined: "Some things, we can't 'stop here'."

Right now.

A voice that was very familiar to both of them came.

"You know, asking for trouble for unnecessary persistence," Raphael's relaxed and bright voice sounded behind the two, "often there will be no good results."

Miranda turned her head sharply, and Cohn turned around in surprise.

"Everyone, go to the back hall." The young man from the secret department said calmly, his red eyes flickering in the dim light.

"It's not time yet," Miranda frowned, "What are you doing in the back hall?"

Raphael sighed, seemingly helpless.

It also seems to be hesitating.

But he only paused for a second, then raised his eyes and looked at the two of them.

"I said," Raphael snorted coldly:

"Go ask for trouble."