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

"Not only have we been here, we have also participated in so much and witnessed so much," he sighed slowly: "Secret science, disasters, dragons, princes, assassinations, and conspiracies."

"Some people come, some people go, some people die, some people get injured, and in the end, a mess is left." Cohen said, somewhat absentmindedly.

"Wait for others to clean up, and let others bear the burden."

"And you know what we left behind, you heard what Uncle Putilai said," Cohen's eyes turned to the deputy envoy in the distance, watching what he was saying to the soldier with two guns: "Even if

We escaped safely, and the North will also face..."

"He also said," Miranda frowned: "There is nothing we can do."

Cohen's face darkened and his expression struggled.

"Is it powerless," Cohen snorted, clenching his fists unconsciously: "Or inaction?"

Miranda didn't answer.

"That is your northern territory, Miranda. It is the territory that your family has protected 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 there..."

Boom!

Miranda's scabbard hit 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 full of frost: "That's it."

But Cohen laughed.

"You know, the young one we met earlier was about the same age as you." The vigilance officer lowered his head and raised his unique silver sword. "He asked me the name of this sword."

Miranda's eyes narrowed.

"'Load Bearer'," she looked at her classmate's sword, remembering her battles with it in the past few years, and said calmly: "The inherited sword of the Karabyan family."

Cohen nodded, using his arm muscles to steadily raise his weapon.

Load bearer.

"It's too heavy." Cohen said in a daze, thinking of the gloomy old castle in the family and the scene when the old man took it out from inside.

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

"I couldn't pick it up with both hands, so I had to tie a rope and drag it away," Cohen nodded, his eyes slowly focusing, recalling the past: "But the old man said..."

"There is some weight that we must bear."

His eyes became clearer and clearer, and he became more and more determined: "There are some things that we cannot 'stop here'."

At this time.

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

"You know, asking for trouble for the sake of meaningless persistence," Raphael's relaxed and bright voice sounded from behind the two of them, "usually there will be no good results."

Miranda turned around sharply, and Cohen 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, seeming helpless.

He also seems to be hesitating.

But he only paused for a second before raising his eyes and looking at the two of them.

"I said it," Raphael snorted coldly:
Chapter completed!