In full view, Cohen strode over to the Black Prophet, the young man behind him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Raphael!"

The nobles around the Thirteen Stone Thrones all looked at each other.

Cohen held back his emotions and called out to the young man: "Raphael Lindbergh!"

The young man in the white robe also saw Cohen striding towards him, and he smiled lightly, whispered in Morat's ear, and then met Cohen.

"You've been missing for three years!" Cohen's fury was noticed even by the king and the two dukes on the high seat.

"Cohen!" the young man's voice was light and bright—as appealing as his looks—and he opened his arms toward Cohen, "You're still so energetic!"

Cohen unceremoniously smacked the other man's arm: "Why don't you say goodbye?"

He looked at the pro-monarchs in the distance, and Lord Morat Hansen, who was standing alone with no one approaching, and said incredulously, "You are ...... now." Do you know how much blood and sin he has on his hands......"

"That's a misunderstanding of the world," Raphael said with a smile, "Lord Hansen's contribution to the stars is so great and his sacrifice is far greater than any other adult present. ”

Cohen was stunned, and couldn't find the words to refute it for a while, so he had to say: "After this, how ...... have you been in the past three years?"

"Be by your side, Lord Hansen, and listen to and follow his teachings. Raphael still had the same calm expression.

"Teachings?" Cohen was stunned for a moment, his expression changing from surprise to annoyance, "That's the reason? You left Miranda for no reason, for three whole years!

"Miss Miranda?" Raphael gently folded his arms, and suddenly became cold:

"She never belonged to me, so why leave it behind?"

Cohen looked at his old friend in disbelief, as if he were meeting him for the first time.

"Are you crazy? Miranda she's still waiting for you to find ......"

"For her sake, please stop those unrealistic thoughts. ”

Cohen's eyes widened, and then he sighed, "If you think you don't deserve her, then I can tell you right now that she doesn't care at all......"

"That's in the past, people change. Raphael interrupted him coldly, "I used to like her very much, but now I don't like her, that's all." ”

The young man in white noticed the gaze from the six stone seats, and he said softly: "This occasion is not suitable for reminiscing, forgive me for missing it." ”

But when he turned, his shoulders were tightly clasped by Cohen!

"You haven't finished your sentence yet," Cohen suppressed his anger, "Damn—what the hell is wrong with you!

Raphael, who looked cold, grabbed Cohen's hand: "That's why you haven't seen me clearly, the heir of the Twin Towers Longsword, Officer Calabyan." ”

Cohen pressed Raphael's shoulder stiffly, anger and surprise in his eyes.

He knew that the young man in front of him was an unforgettable swordsmanship genius in the Tower of Finishing, and in the same period of the Tower of Ending, he was even the first awakened person of the power of the Termination. And in the final assessment before leaving the tower, he was second, second only to Miranda, and one place higher than Cohen himself!

A swordsman of the end with a bright future!

But why –

Cohen gritted his teeth with a persistent expression and said, "That Raphael I know can't make such a choice......! I went out of the tower that day, and then I was never heard from again...... What the hell is going on?"

What happened?

Raphael sneered: "I see the true side of this world. ”

In the next second, Cohen's grabbed hand, a cold and violent finishing force swept in!

Instantly aroused the fierce resistance of a star-blue ending power in his body!

The surging finishing force forced him to let go.

But Cohen didn't care.

He cared about something else.

Cohen looked at his old friend in amazement and asked in disbelief, "Raphael, yours, your finishing power...... I remember that it was obviously the 'Death of the Sword', but why...... Why is this happening?"

Raphael's eyebrows furrowed, he showed an incomprehensible smile, and said briskly: "Compared with the original me—I have sublimated." ”

Cohen could only look at his old friend in the Tower of the End without hesitation or nostalgia.

Raphael, who turned his back to him, turned his head sideways and showed a grim look: "A word of advice for you, Cohen Karabiyan." ”

"Be careful today. ”

Raphael walked back to Morat Hansen's side indifferently.

The vigilante frowned, clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of confusion and surprise.

That feeling...... Don't......

Cohen's eyes saw the swords and swords of the night on Red Square Street.

The swordsman in red and black costumes, and his murderous, indomitable and crazy sword momentum.

What's more important is his furious and out-of-control finishing power.

Cohen took a deep breath.

No way?

After a few seconds, he exhaled and slowly returned to his father's side.

"Don't ask. ”

Faced with the questions of his father and the director, Cohen, who was full of doubts and anger, rarely ended with two words.

When the Thirteen Clans, the Haveya family, with the bow of the sun as their emblem, the Armond family, with the dark blue waves as their coat of arms, and the Lacia family with the four-winged monitor lizard, there was another commotion in the crowd.

But nothing compares to the makeshift sensation that came to the Cavendier family – this time, more of enthusiasm.

Tails in the dark room had sharp eyes and saw the sensational man in the crowd.

The well-behaved and kind Lord of the Emerald City, the guardian of the Southbank, Jenn Cavendil, accompanied by a dignified old man, nodded and smiled at the people around him as he walked slowly.

As he approached the Thirteen Stone Thrones, many nobles stood up and bowed in salute, and Jenn patiently replied one by one.

Jenn walked to the central stone seat, knelt down on one knee to the expressionless Kessel V, and kissed the ring on his hand.

"Cavendire," Kessel frowned slightly, "I heard that you had a little misunderstanding with the royal guards yesterday?"

"It's a small matter," Jenn said with a smile that made people feel good, "Don't bother Your Majesty." ”

Kessel nodded, and swept Jenn's smile with a meaningful gaze, "I hope it's the same today." ”

Jenn froze slightly.

Sure enough, something must have gone wrong.

Obviously, it should be a drama for the nobles to force an heir, but His Majesty seems to have been prepared?

The guards passed down the words to the square outside the hall, and from the bottom to the top came the earth-shattering cheers again:

"Whew-whew-"

"Kevin—Kevin Diel—"

"Irises - Tricolor Irises—"

Tails' heart sank: That Duke of Iris, so popular?

Listening to the cheers coming from under the Fuxing Palace, the young duke stood up calmly and calmly, and the butler behind him quietly took his cloak.

Jenn sat on one of the six stone thrones and smiled at the other two dukes with different looks.

The smiling Duke Bob Cullen raised his hand and introduced to the "Iron Eagle" with a chilled face: "Val, this is the young Jenn ......"

But the Duke of the North, who was looking at Jenn coldly, interrupted the fat duke's words without hesitation:

"Iris...... You're the youngest Duke of the Stars?"

The interrupted Duke of Cullen smiled disapprovingly and touched his belly.

Jenn was stunned, only to feel that the other party's gaze was like a sword, sharp and impossible to look at.

This is Val the Iron Eagle? as rumored......

I just don't know when Exeter's troops are heading straight to the north......

"First meeting, Lord of the White Eagle, Duke Arend. Jenn chuckled and stroked his chest with a gentle salute, "The youngest duke, I'm ashamed to be. As far as Zai Xia knows, the owner of the Tebak family is much younger than Zaixia. ”

But Val's face remained unchanged, and he said irrefutably: "It's okay, since you sit in that position, it means that you also have the right to participate in this game." ”

At this moment, a discordant, high-pitched voice pierced through the crowd and interrupted almost half of the hall's voices.

"It's a shame......"

Tails heard a sharp, abrupt voice coming from another side door, piercing the crowd:

"Every time I set foot in this city, this so-called king ......"

The crowd dispersed, and the eyes of the nobles were quite complicated, with both hatred and excitement.

"You can smell the smell of the people in the city......"

"That pampered smell...... It's disgusting......"

On the carpet, the owner with a sharp voice, accompanied by his entourage, limped towards the nobles.

“...... is like an old man who is dying of old age and still has a vegetarian meal, and a milky little white face - he can still sit on the throne of the six dukes. ”

As soon as these words came out, many nobles suddenly made an uproar.

On the six stone seats, Jenn's face stiffened slightly, while the chubby Duke Cullen smiled, and Val Arend narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fist.

Tails was surprised to find that there was a middle-aged man with thinning hair, with a withered and bloodless face, and even a concave lip, which made people feel like they were missing an upper row of teeth, only a pair of smart and sharp eyes, which proved that he was a living person.

He had a significant disability on one of his feet, and with the support of a cane, he stepped on the star-blue carpet one by one, and walked towards the six stone seats.

Val Arrond clenched his fists and said with an unkind expression, "I haven't seen you in years, damn old bones." ”

"Cyril!" Cather V on the throne actually showed a playful smile: "You are here, very good!, otherwise, the title of 'least persona non grata' in this meeting will be snatched away by our Duke Arend." ”

The Duke of the North on the side snorted coldly.

"Hahaha-"

The withered middle-aged man, Lord of the Ruins, Duke of the Western Wilderness, Cyril Falkenhause, let out a long, sinister laugh, limped to the king, leaned on his crutches in one hand and half-knelt to kiss his ring. a cold and sharp voice:

"Falkenhause is never absent, Your Majesty. ”

The three dukes present had different expressions, but none of them made a sound.

Tails frowned: the moment Cyril bent down and lowered his head, a terrifying skull pattern appeared on the scarlet cloak behind him, and there were actually four eyeholes on the skull.

Falkenhaus, a wealthy family with a four-eyed skull as its emblem, has always been mysterious, and is on the front line of the Western Wilderness's battle against the Bone Tribe and the Orcs.

"Three o'clock has arrived, the six dukes have reached four, and the thirteen nobles have also come eleven, Your Majesty, it's okay. Gilbert looked around the hall and nodded toward Kessel.

Kessel bowed slightly, but did not speak.

And the scepter in his hand was flipped in the air by him and slammed to the ground!

"Boom-"

For some reason, in Tails' eyes, this time, the sound of shaking actually spread throughout the hall, as if a heavy hammer sounded in people's hearts!

The voices in the hall grew quieter.

"Guys, it's time—"

Under the ingenious design of the Hall of the Stars, Kessel's thick and majestic voice was heard unmistakably.

"The Kingdom of the Stars, the year 672 of the end calendar, the kingdom is the council. ”

"This is where it begins. ”

The Hall of Stars, which was full of people, fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on the center, where the king, the four dukes, and the eleven counts were in an eerie silence.

Until the guards carried the king's words out of the hall.

So, under the Fuxing Palace, the cheers and sensations of Xingju Square exploded again.

But it is completely different from the imagination of the residents of the royal capital.

The state is the council, which was started by a nobleman, questioning the state is the council itself, and the mutual attack of the thirteen wang clans.

"Sorel, what do you mean by that?" asked the pentagram's prime-aged nobleman, Byrne Talen, angrily:

"Are you questioning Your Majesty's authority to convene a state council?"

"I'm not questioning His Majesty's power – he's a king, and of course he can do whatever he wants!"

Smith Sorel, who was a questioner of the legitimacy of the meeting, with the golden sun as his emblem, replied unceremoniously: "What I question is whether he maintains the most basic respect for the families of our nineteen nobles!"

His Majesty Kessel rubbed his staff and said nothing, as if he had not heard it.

Sorel snorted coldly and continued: "What we have received is the edict of the Governor of the Stars! It is the wise nobles who gather together in the High Council to grasp the future of the stars!

The civilians on the periphery suddenly burst into protest, but were immediately silenced by the voices of the nobles in the center of the hall and the angry eyes of the guards.

"Not unreasonable," said Lewis Bozdorf of the Black Lion, stroking his stubble chin, thoughtfully, "in this case, no matter what is discussed, nothing good will come to an end, especially if it is the big thing—or the High Council is more appropriate." ”

"We should move to a small conference room right away. ”

"Bozdorf, do you mean that we will disperse and have a small meeting of nineteen people?" Count Zemuto, the northern earl with the white bear as the emblem, the lord of the watch city, said coldly: "It's all come to this, and you're still struggling with this matter - didn't your mother give you a brain?"

In the hall, the crowd exploded at this undisguised insult and attack!

Even Duke Cullen and Jenn on the six stone thrones frowned, only the Duke of the North sneered.

"My mother has a good memory, and she must have not forgotten this," replied Bozdorf, unimpressed, with a chuckle, "but you, Count Zemututo—"

But his words were interrupted by another northern nobleman.

"Shut up, Black Lion, we don't really care about your mother, or if you have a brain. ”

The lord of the lonely old tower, Forrest, who was marked by the iron wall, knocked on the stone seat again and again, and his face was pale, and he said indifferently: "We are going south to the royal capital to deal with that big event! And you dog-mother-bred southerners are still concerned about the invitation you received, whether you wrote the right title?"

"The safety of the stars?" the cross-sword nobleman Hodge Dastan interjected, shaking his head, "Don't be arrogant, all you care about is your own safety - but I don't want to blame you for that, because I'm not nobler than you." ”

He leaned forward, his eyes sweeping sharply over each nobleman: "But this is not a question of the invitation letterhead, but a question of whether Your Majesty is using the state meeting to kidnap the public opinion and coerce the subordinate lords - this is related to the safety of all of us, not just the northern nobles!"

The audience was in an uproar again!

There are even people shouting "Fuck off, selfish nobleman!".

But Dastan was still in confusion, and said in a hideous voice: "Don't forget the desert war! Don't forget how you were forced to recruit the people of the territory just to vent your anger for the royal family!"

Kessel V's brow did not furrow until this point.

But I have to admit that his words are very convincing - Tails also began to think about the purpose of this national meeting.

"The matter of the procedure can be discussed later, but that matter is imminent!" Count Taron folded his hands and frowned, "We must make a decision today on how to deal with that matter!"

"Decision-making, how decision-making?" Count Sorel slammed his fist on the stone seat, his eyes wide open: "Everyone's eyes! In broad daylight! In front of so many civilians, and even the eyes and ears of the enemy, we can't even mention what that matter is! How can we discuss?"

"Simple," "Black Lion" Bozdorf smiled: "Everyone knows what's going on, and they all tell us what price they're willing to pay to solve that problem?"

At this moment, a sharp and snarky laughter came from among the six dukes: "Hahaha, I said ?—— that incident, why are you still hiding it after talking about it for so long?"

"What the hell are you afraid of? Fear of Exter?"

"Afraid of the king, afraid of us dukes?"

"Or are you afraid of this hall, of the civilians in the square below?"

The faces of everyone in the audience changed, and they looked at Cyril Falkenhause, who was described as withered.

The guardian duke of the Western Wilderness, whose family coat of arms is a four-eyed skull, smiled wickedly:

"Let's talk about it!"

"Exeter's legacy, and their prince, have been slain in the stars!"

Everyone was shocked!

Although the nineteen nobles knew about this matter through the general edict, this is still a secret that has not yet been made public!

How dare he, how dare he?

Duke Cullen frowned, Duke Arrond slapped his thigh and shook his head, while Jenn pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Lord Falkenhause!" Count Dele Collomo looked ugly and tried to stop him, "We don't have to be in the National Council on this matter-"

"Shut up, boy! Lord is talking!" Falkenhause interrupted him rudely, to the chauffeur of the Earl of Wingcastle, who knew him a little.

Old Count Karabiyan, who had always been close to the Kolomo family, couldn't help frowning.

I saw Cyril Falkenhause, with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth, and continued to tell the secret that should be taboo:

"You all know it, but only the civilians don't!

"That peace breaker—they've been waiting for twelve years. ”

"All of you of the stars, whether you are kings, nobles, or commoners, listen up!"

"Stars, and Exter. ”

"Between the shield and the blade of the Western Continent. ”

"War is coming. ”