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Chapter 12 The storm is coming

"So, my dad went to Levitra to prevent what conspiracy the demons would have against the capital?" Mill asked pretending to be calm. In fact, Mill was more worried about his dad's safety. Baby-shu.8.) Qingyang naturally saw this, but he didn't know how to comfort Mill, so he had to nod his head gently.

"Yes, but uncle doesn't let me tell you these things, but now it seems that I have to tell you, because I feel that uncle and I may have been designed by someone." Qingyang's expression gradually became solemn. If Opraine had any surprises due to his wrong judgment, Qingyang felt that he would never forgive him. 'It seems that I am still far from it.' Qingyang sighed in his heart, and his inflated self-confidence had shrunk back.

"You mean my dad may be in danger?" Mill felt even more nervous when he heard Qingyang say this.

"Well." Qingyang nodded affirmatively and said, "If it were just a noble, no matter how united it, it would be impossible to make any big waves. Now it seems that someone is taking advantage of the nobles' dissatisfaction with the uncle and other three sword emperors behind it. The instigator behind this is very likely to be the demon clan. It can be seen from their actions during this period. But there is no need to worry that the reason why the country exists is because the three sword emperors guard the level at the three junctions. Unless the demon clan takes action, even if the king is willing to be unfavorable to the three sword emperors, he will weigh the importance, and the council will not agree." Seeing Mir's nervous look, Qingyang tried to find some reasons to comfort him.

"Don't worry, uncle is the Great Sword Emperor and a hero of the Principality. He has experienced so many dangers before, and he can handle such a small scene." Hearing Qingyang say this, Mill nodded and his mood gradually calmed down. So the two of them returned to Roland City together and decided to go and find Oprain's adjutant, that is, the deputy commander of Roland City Carson Berg, to discuss it together.

Because Opraine was not there, the important task of stationing in Roland City and managing the order of Roland City was naturally on his adjutant.

Carson Berg is an adjutant from the Royal Knights and is already 62 years old this year. He was born in a noble family of knights. He entered the Royal Knights at the age of seventeen. He served as the centurion of the Royal Knights at the age of twenty-five and began to serve as the thousand-man commander at the age of thirty-three. He can be said to be a talent with outstanding abilities. However, at the age of forty, he had a dispute over the confrontation with the royal family members, and was eventually sent to Roland City to serve as Opraine's assistant.

Because this person is extremely decent and never interferes with the struggle between parties, he is also excluded by the noble circle like Oprain. However, such people are very fond of Oprain. Therefore, the two people who have been together for more than 20 years have never been popular. Moreover, Carson has a very strong ability to do things and never complain about work. Therefore, Oprain sometimes wants to be lazy and throws his work directly to Carson. Although Carson knows these things, he just laughs it off.

Also, Carson watched Mill and Qingyang grow up. When he was a child, Mill always secretly hid in Carson's bedroom or study because he was avoiding sword training. Then Carson actually helped Mill cover her. Now the relationship between Mill and Carson is somewhat similar to that of Qingyang and Opraine. That is absolute trust. So when Mill encountered this, the first thing he thought of was to discuss it with Carson.

However, at the same time, the white-haired demon boy Luke was already approaching Roland City. The long-haired young man beside him was the assistant sent by King Lux of the Moon, Hattori Kyo, deputy captain of the Fifth Soul-Seeing Order. Moreover, for some reason, Hattori Kyo was one of the people Luke was the least willing to meet.

"I really didn't expect that I would be in the same group as you Luke." Hattori said sarcastically. Luke seemed to have not heard it, and continued to walk his path, with his expression still very cold. "Damn, what a cool thing to do? After the task is completed... Humph... Hattori's eyes were cold, he looked at Luke's back deeply, and then followed closely.

Both of them were not slow, but when they arrived at Roland City, it was already late at night and the city gate was closed. The high city wall was brightly lit, and there was one guard standing on each ten steps, and each guard above was equipped with a sensor in his hands. In this way, the escape would be useless. The guards were so strict that it seemed that even a rat could not enter.

"I think we'd better go in tomorrow. Now it's easy to find out. Our mission is not to cause riots, so the time will take action tomorrow night." Luke said coldly.

"I think it's good." Hattori agreed. He was not afraid of failure in the mission, but he heard that Oprain's adjutant Carson Berg, although he was already 62 years old, his sword level was also very high. It is said that he had reached the level of the "Sword Sect". He had no confidence to deal with such an enemy.

So, the two of them found a hotel to rest in Ionbashi Village next to them, but Hattori said he wanted to enjoy it, and Luke didn't bother with him, so he went back to his room to rest alone...

"Uncle Carson, Qingyang and I will say goodbye first." The two of them were with Carson all afternoon. Qingyang and Mill told Carson everything they knew. The three of them also thought about various possibilities. However, it seems that there is no need to be too anxious. Carson is the only pillar left by Roland and is absolutely unavailable. So they decided to put the final goal of the trial after the coming-of-age ceremony on the capital Levis Shield. Although they knew that they could not help much, they could not stay out of it and put their father and uncle in trouble.

"Mille, don't worry, trust your father." Carson couldn't help but comfort Mill. Mill nodded and turned around and left with Qingyang.

There was nothing to say all night, the next morning, the bell rang, the city gates opened, and the streets slowly recovered its usual hustle and bustle. Qingyang ran over to the Duke's Mansion to find Mir early in the morning, mainly to help Mir recover from his worry.

However, when he arrived at the Duke's Mansion, he saw not the depressed Mir who was yesterday. Now Mir's expression has returned to the past. Mir is practicing swords in the practice room. What surprised Qingyang even more was that Mir was not wearing the usual aristocratic knight dress. He tied all his hair with a headband, and was wearing a full set of heavy cavalry armor. He also practiced the heavy sword that Oprain used.

At this time, Mir was waving the heavy sword hard. Under his wielding, the heavy sword was full of wind, raising up, chopping down, stabbing, sweeping across thousands of troops, and other series of movements. The movements were coherent but there was no extra point. The extremely simple moves and the "Sword Showing Technique" were simply two extremes.

At this time, Mir stepped on the mechanism with his feet, and the wall suddenly opened. A huge iron ball tied up by an iron chain swung towards Mir. "Ah" Mir shouted loudly, and the fighting spirit on his body surged out, forming a golden cyclone around his body. Qingyang understood that what Mir had exploded was Mir's full fighting spirit now.

In an instant, the pressure in the practice room suddenly increased, and the strong airflow filled the practice room, making the floor seem to be shaking slightly. When the iron ball was about to reach the attack range, Mir raised his sword and swung it out. The iron ball "double" sound was swept away by Mir's sword, and deep traces were left on the sphere.

"Oh, it's still not possible, it's too far." Mir took the fighting spirit back into his body, shook his head, and said as if he was talking to himself.

"Is this a test?" Qingyang asked suddenly.

Mill was not surprised at Qingyang's sudden appearance, but just nodded and said, "Well, yes, if you enter the 'Sword Master' realm, you can easily cut the iron ball in half, but it seems that I am still far from it."

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Why did you come so early? Don't you have to go to the store?" Mill just got depressed for a moment, then immediately replied with his expression and asked.

"Of course I'm bored. Now I'm not in the mood to see the store, so I have to close the business first. But it's really strange. Today I feel very calm. I always feel like something is going to happen." Qingyang took the heavy sword in Mir's hand bored, but he had to let go and take a break after waving it seriously. Although Qingyang was born with strong strength, the sword weighed about 300 kilograms, which was too heavy for Qingyang. This also made Qingyang feel that it seemed that it was time to increase his strength and cultivate. When fighting, he always relied on props and small measurements, there would always be a day when all the props were invalid and all the measurements were seen through, maybe he was in danger of his life.

"Mil...you..." Qingyang was about to ask Mill to teach him some fighting spirit, but then swallowed it back. Because he felt that the temperature of the air seemed to be slowly getting colder.

"The demons are here. They should have entered the city now." Qingyang said solemnly.

"How did you know?" Mir asked, scratching his head.

"I remember her breath very clearly from the demon clan I came last time, but judging from the breath, the person who came this time should be much better than the one before." Qingyang said seriously.

"Then what should we do?" Mir looked at Qingyang worriedly and asked.

"Come with me!" After that, Qingyang and Mir had already run out of the Duke's Mansion.

When they were young, the two had already climbed to the roof and looked down at the crowd below. In the crowd, a white-haired boy and a young man with long hair and a scar on his face seemed to be asking pedestrians about something.

"Are they?" Mir asked, Qingyang nodded, and slowly rubbed his arms with his hands because he felt that the temperature was much colder than before. The alchemist's powerful perception ability told him that this breath was emitted from the two of them.

Qingyang stared at the white-haired boy with his eyes. He seemed to have noticed himself, and his eyes were looking up unnaturally, just in time, colliding with Qingyang's gaze.

"Let's go. Since the guests have arrived, as the host, please prepare well and treat them." Qingyang and Mir looked at each other, Mir nodded heavily, and in an instant their figures disappeared from a high place.
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