Miranda raised her head suddenly and glanced at Cohen.

Cohen looked around, and led Miranda to a large signboard of a tavern. He hesitated and said: "I heard about your father from the old man. About him and those Exeter people...

…”

"There's nothing to say. People always have to pay for what they do." Miranda's reaction was so fast that even Cohen was startled. The female swordsman frowned and said decisively: "For more than ten years, I have

I didn’t see him often, and I didn’t have a deep impression on him, so this incident didn’t affect me at all.”

Cohen didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Really?

A long time ago, he heard Raphael say what the girl in front of him experienced during the bloody years.

We also know that she was sent to the Tower of the End by her father early.

But now she...

"So," Cohen scratched his head and decided to push the topic forward. He asked: "What to do next... I mean, I know you have a lot of distant cousins, and they also have the surname Alend. If your father is...

Deprived of his title..."

"It is not that there is no precedent for a duchess or even a queen in the kingdom," Miranda's eyes flashed with sternness: "And I am the real Arend, the most orthodox and only successor to the Guardian Duke of the North, like the one named Tyr

Just like the prince of Sri Lanka - even His Majesty Kessel cannot deny it."

Although...this surname is too heavy.

Cohen pursed his lips, his face full of worry: "Miranda, you know, you are not alone."

"I am your trustworthy friend. Although Croash and Misadun are from the North, this cannot change our friendship. You also have Teacher Shatil, and maybe Lord Sonia in the fortress. And

, that kid Raphael..."

Cohen's voice weakened momentarily.

He realized that he had said the wrong thing again.

The vigilance officer's voice changed and he said: "In short, I know you are very strong, whether it is swordsmanship or anything else, but you don't need to face so many things alone..."

But Miranda's sharp gaze came instantly.

"When you came back this time, you have been deliberately avoiding Raphael's name - until now." Miranda narrowed her eyes.

Cohen's expression froze, and his heart was beating wildly.

Why is this guy so sensitive?

"I didn't avoid it on purpose... I was just worried that you would be sad. After all, you grew up together and were trained together. He left without saying goodbye..."

But before he could come up with an excuse, Miranda with a serious expression got straight to the point: "He's back? Is he looking for you?"

"No way, he will definitely look for you first when he comes back. After all, you are a couple..." Cohen rubbed his head and laughed: "By the way, speaking of this, I think my recent relationship with women is still good.

Not bad! You know, I met a very cool girl in the capital, who is as fast as lightning with two swords in her hands..."

"You have the same habit as Master Jedi," Miranda sighed, interrupting Cohen: "Every time you feel embarrassed, you touch your head."

Cohen's hand froze as he touched his head.

"Then use mindless chatter to change the subject."

The blond security officer lowered his head in annoyance.

"Cohen Karabiyan, after settling the matters at hand, we have to talk." Miranda looked serious. She grabbed the sword and tapped Cohen's shoulder with the hilt:

"About Raphael—and what you're hiding."

Cohen grimaced and slapped himself on the forehead in pain.

This is what Master Shao said: Weaving a cocoon but trapping yourself in it?

"Let's get back to our current mission. Cohen, do you feel it?" Miranda said calmly: "From the Sword of Disaster, to King Nun, to the rumors in the city, and the murder of the Star Prince, there is something wrong."

"Ah?" Cohen, immersed in frustration, raised his head in confusion.

Miranda tapped the hilt of her sword lightly, thinking in thought:

"The second prince of the stars went to Exeter and was assassinated not far from the fortress. The matter was related to the Sword of Disaster."

"So, Kaslan, the former leader of the White Blade Guards and an old acquaintance of Master Shao at the same time, sent a letter to the Tower of the End, and we were ordered to come."

"And the second prince is now in Longxiao City, facing King Nun, Kaslan's old employer."

"It just so happened that Kaslan also found clues to the Sword of Disaster in Longxiao City."

In Cohen's eyes, Miranda, who has always been keen, has sharp eyes and a warning tone: "What a coincidence, everything comes together."

A mess.

But there seems to be a thread running across the center, connecting everything.

Cohen looked at her stupidly.

Although I don't understand what Miranda is talking about... Cohen thought.

The female swordsman raised her head suddenly: "What do you think?"

A second later, the security officer who reacted immediately coughed twice in embarrassment: "Oh oh oh! Yes!"

But it feels so awesome...

"I also...I have a feeling that something is wrong!"

Anyway, I just need to nod in agreement...

"I really feel it behind this," Cohen took a deep breath, his eyes became capable and sharp, and his face showed the unique shrewdness and seriousness of a security officer. He beat his palms rhythmically and spoke softly.

:

"There must be a huge conspiracy!"

Looking at Cohen's appearance, Miranda sighed helplessly, closed her eyes and shook her head.

No.

This idiot.

It's weird that he can feel it.

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The bearded man gritted his teeth and looked at Thales in disbelief.

Jarhead looked at King Nunn in surprise, and then at Thales.

The bald man and the long-haired man looked at each other and found that they both frowned.

The brown-haired young man stared at Thales with a strange expression, but hesitated to speak.

The bet was right.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know what the current situation was, he wasn't sure whether Nunn's attitude towards him had changed, and he didn't know the personalities and characteristics of the Grand Dukes...

but……

Thales smiled, raised his head, and glanced at the five archdukes aggressively.

No one among them dared to bear the blood debt of killing the Star Prince alone.

The shield that Kessel forged for him with the oath of the throne is still strong.

King Nun had previously told him to commit suicide, but the princes were all looking forward to the show.

But if this "honor" is their turn...

It's like when people in a class want to do a bad thing and avoid bearing the consequences, they often either do it secretly or publicly make a fuss.

But no one would dare to act openly and alone.

"Young star kid," the bearded man said with a fierce look in his eyes, as if the grudge with Thales could no longer be solved: "We have heard your story a long time ago. You are cunning and cunning, and you are so deep-minded that you don't even look like a human being."

Child...it seems to be true."

"Enough, let's stop testing the seven-year-old child," Jarhead said with a playful expression, "I dare to bet the six counties in the territory of the Reconstruction Tower that this kid will definitely become a serious problem for us in the future."

Testing? Thales frowned.

But Jarhead's words were immediately interrupted.

"No."

"It's a really interesting idea." Under the surprised eyes of all the grand dukes, King Nunn broke the silence for a while. A cold light came from his eyes: "Duel."

"Where did you hear that?"

Thales slowly regained a sense of stability in his heart. He calmed his breathing and said to King Nunn: "Your king selection meeting and the succession duel of the Black Sand Territory."

"Black Sand Territory, hum!" Nun VII did not hide the hatred on his face: "That bastard Lomba also asked me to provide a station and supplies for the team escorted by Black Sand Territory."

The several grand dukes quickly exchanged glances.
To be continued...