What is going on here?

Miranda...the vicious Miranda - was actually in his arms...

its not right!

That’s not how the script was written!

Far Eastern proverbs say it - a friend's wife is not allowed...

If she comes to her senses, I will...

If Raphael knew, I wasn't...

At this moment.

"sorry!"

The female swordsman's words, trembling and crying, came muffled from Cohen's arms.

Cohen was suddenly shocked.

Crying tone?

"From now on, treat you as a wall," Miranda's voice was a little blurry and changed: "I need to lean against it for a while."

It seemed like I was about to cry.

Cohen lowered his head in disbelief and looked at Miranda.

The look of the female swordsman, who had always been strong and self-reliant, actually surprised Cohen even more than throwing herself into his arms and confessing her love to him.

Cohen also noticed that Miranda, whose face was leaning in his arms, and the hands on his shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Well, Miranda," Cohen, who was at a loss, could only pat Miranda on the back awkwardly:

"It's okay, you are the Chief Seed of the Terminator Tower and the future Duchess of the North, Lady Miranda Allende!"

"No matter what happens, you can..."

etc.

Cohen was startled.

He thought of Miranda's keen observation.

Could it be that……

"Miranda?" Cohen was stunned, "Did you discover something during the battle just now? So... the conversation between you and Raphael started to become strange after the battle."

Miranda trembled in his arms again.

Cohen confirmed his suspicion.

"It's Raphael, right? You hit his sword - and then you found something!" Thinking of Raphael's appearance, Cohen gritted his teeth and asked: "Raphael... what happened to him?

What's up?"

Miranda shivered again.

Cohen looked at Miranda's look and felt indescribably sad.

"I can't tell you, but..."

"very bad."

Following Miranda's hoarse voice, the female swordsman's head leaning on Cohen's arms trembled slightly again:

"Something terrible...happened to Raphael."

"It's bad."

"Very bad."

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Palace of Heroes, Hall of Heroes.

"Tell me," in the firelight, the long-haired Archduke Kulikun Roni frowned, looked at Thales with a strange expression, and said in his usual serious tone: "If Walton really forms an alliance with Lombard

If so, what are your plans?"

Thales opened his mouth slightly, feeling a little embarrassed: "Well, actually..."

At this moment.

A second footsteps came from outside the stone hall.

The two people in the hall turned their eyes at the same time.

As the shadow moved into the hall, a third person appeared in front of Thales and Grand Duke Ronny.

Thales stared at the visitor blankly.

Jarhead, who had a puzzled look on his face, and Perseus Trudida, the Grand Duke of Southern Exeter and the Rebuilder of the Tower, raised their heads, looked at Grand Duke Ronny, and then looked at Thales.

"Oh, oh," Trudida looked at Ronnie with a strange expression: "Your Highness Thales, you didn't tell me that you also invited someone else - and it's the glorious and proud Ronnie?"

"You would also be interested in such intrigues?"

Grand Duke Ronny frowned deeply, thinking about something.

Thales smiled awkwardly: "Please don't be offended..."

These two people?

"Kick...kick...kick..."

Another burst of footsteps came from outside the hall.

Ronnie and Trudida looked at each other and looked at the person coming.

Following the footsteps of the old man, the bald Duke Lecco, who was guarding the city in the north, slowly walked into the meeting hall with a cautious look on his face.

Thales took a deep breath.

three people?

Three Grand Dukes?

"Huh?" Grand Duke Lecco, who was a certain age, couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw the three people present: "It seems like it's quite lively here?"

"It seems that someone is treating us like monkeys?" Trudida stared at Thales with a complicated expression: "This little prince of the stars has promised me to meet alone..."

"Kid," Grand Duke Ronnie spoke slowly, with a fierce look on his face: "You..."

Thales' face twitched and he forced a smile: "It's actually not what you think..."

"I knew there was something wrong!" An obviously unhappy voice reached the ears of the four people in the hall.

Thales, Ronny, Trudida and Leko all turned around: the bearded Archduke of Wellandland, Rebien Olesiu walked into the meeting hall with heavy steps and a gloomy face.

Thales sighed deeply.

Four Grand Dukes.

"It seems," Thales opened his eyes and said helplessly: "Dear Sirs..."

"They are all secretly trying to overthrow the Walton royal family..."

"I'm very interested!"

The four princes looked at each other, and soon they understood something.

"I know," Archduke Alessio looked at the stiff-faced Thales with an angry face: "Kid, you didn't tell everyone the same thing, did you?"

"I really admire you," the long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie sighed and shook his head: "You can attract all of us here with just a few words."

Thales took a deep breath and endured the unkind looks of several archdukes.

"How about we wait a little longer? Wait until all five of us are here?" Trudida said sarcastically: "Maybe that kid Perfit is on his way here?"

Just when Thales was about to be unable to bear the questioning of several grand dukes, more and more footsteps sounded.

The four Grand Dukes frowned at the same time and looked around.

In the meeting hall, many people dressed as guards and servants filed in.

Many braziers were lit.

The stone hall suddenly became as bright as day.

A familiar voice came from the vicissitudes of life:

"It really touched me."

The old voice made the four princes change their expressions at the same time.

"The fierce and decisive Lebien Olesiu."

"Cunning Perseus Trudida"

"The unsmiling Kurikun Roni."

"And the seemingly loyal Rogers Lecco."
To be continued...