Valhalla, west cloister.

"Damn, I almost stabbed you just now!"

Waiya panted and pulled his single-edged sword out of the corpse of the last enemy and patted his left wound, which seemed to be somewhat cracked, "How is this strange grouping arranged?"

The body was turned open, and Cohen Karabyan crawled out from underneath in disarray, rolling his eyes numbly as he watched Wya's sword pull out of his ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm not as strong as Miranda, I'm not as good as Raphael, and I'm not as good as the battle-hardened White Guard," the warden said in a perfunctory tone, "so I need your help...... Your Excellency Chamberlain Waia Cassel!"

Just now, Cohen and Wyaa escaped from a few elite volleys from the Black Sand Collar.

"Well, maybe I should be glad," said the squire, taking a deep breath, "at least not with the mute - that guy is very sensitive, and if I stare at his throat for a second, he will notice that look, as if I was the one who crushed his throat......"

Cohen stopped and looked at Wyaa with an unhappy expression.

Huaiya was stunned for a second before shrugging his shoulders in embarrassment: "Eh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are the main master." ”

"Thank you for your understanding. Cohen replied angrily.

Huaiya looked at the three corpses in front of him, rubbed his shoulders, and sighed: "Lord Lord's guess is right, they sent a small group of elites to disperse the search—if His Royal Highness the Prince was still with us, he would probably have been exposed by now, and then dragged down by endless harassment." ”

"Let's go," Cohen gasped, listening to the faint sound of fighting in the east, "We're lucky this time, their reinforcements received the signal, but they were misguided by the other side - I don't know if it's the White-Knuckle Guards or ours." ”

They walked forward for about a few dozen seconds until they came to a fork in the road.

"Do you want to continue," Wyaa pointed in one direction, frowning, "We've ......"

Cohen caught up with Waiya's pace and crossed him without hesitation: "We can only move on, we have to pull out space for the prince and them." ”

Wyaa glanced at Cohen, burst into laughter, and hurried to follow.

In the heavy atmosphere, the guard officer turned his gaze on the latter's single-edged sword, and frowned slightly: "You are a student of Teacher Chartil, but you use the sword like a person from Master Shao's side." ”

Waiya nodded, frowning.

"I know—the teacher told me that my finishing power is very special, and even my swordsmanship has been affected. ”

The vigilante raised an eyebrow.

Is it just special?

"The fighting style of the 'Sins' family is very sinister, and a lot of the time, it looks like suicide. Cohen remembered the white-clothed figure and said lightly.

"But it's the most accomplished line," Wyay shook his head with a calm face, "Many famous swordsmen or masters have come from there. ”

Cohen nodded slowly: "Since you have just graduated, how can you be selected as an attendant officer?

"There are many candidates who are better than me and have a higher background than me," Wyay shook his head and continued walking: "But the prince is still young, and they need someone who can grow up with the prince and serve him in the future, the newcomer who has just come out of the tower, is the most suitable for this errand." ”

"Otherwise, the Cassos are neither the local Ludol nobles with a long lineage, nor the noble imperial lineage like you Kalabyan, but only a small local squire four generations ago—a hundred years ago, we would not have even been a squire, let alone an acolyte. ”

Cohen nodded knowingly.

That's why Cohen said silently: The king is relieved to let you serve as an attendant.

"So, what does it feel like to be born in the Thirteen Wang Clan?" Huaiya suddenly turned his head and asked, "Not everyone has a family that has been inherited for thousands of years behind them. ”

Cohen's expression froze.

"A thousand-year-old family?" Cohen froze, then fell into deep thought.

The dark and mysterious forbidden door, those large and small castles......

"You have a lot, but you carry a lot more and you can't take it off," Cohen's face darkened slightly, "That's how it feels." ”

Waiya looked at his expression and shrugged.

"The heir to the title of Earl is willing to condescend to the throne and be a little guard officer in the royal capital," the attendant shook his head: "Isn't this common?"

What is this.

Cohen said with disdain in his heart: "When I was in the Bladetooth Dunes, I was still there—bah, the Western vernacular is smooth—and I was still wrestling with the orcs in the desert.

"My old man said that times are changing, and learning to adapt is not a bad thing," Cohen shrugged: "Gone are the days when Count Karabiyan was directly appointed as the chief of intelligence. ”

"An heir to the title of Earl goes to the police magistrate for the sake of exercise—to see how the kingdom works. ”

"It's not a bad thing," Wya's shrugged, "So, we, Kassel and Kalabyan, have a chance to fight side by side here, don't we." ”

Cohen smiled lightly, "Remember to tell your grandchildren this story." ”

"Exactly," Huaiya spread his hand, shaking his head and smiling, "'Your grandfather once went on an adventure with the future kingdom Earl of the Imperial Title in Longxiao City, and ......was born and died for the future supreme king.'"

The next moment, the faces of the two changed together!

"Boom!"

The two of them unsheathed their swords as quickly as they could, their knees slightly bent, their feet pulled away, and they looked nervously at the steps opposite.

A figure in armor appeared there.

I saw the "Fire Knight" Tuleha, step by step, slowly walking down the steps, looking at them with a serious expression.

The vigilante let out a long breath and lamented his "luck".

Waiya's eyes narrowed, his heart worried.

"Come on, big man, I haven't forgotten that moment in the cell," the vigilante gritted his teeth and made a sword gesture, "It's time to pay off the debt." ”

In front of them, Tulha pressed his golden saber with a blank face.

"It's him again," Wya's gaze nervously at Tulha in front of him, remembering the scene in his cell, and said solemnly to Cohen:

"Are you sure you want to fight?"

Flee now, and maybe there's a chance to get rid of him.

"There's no other choice," Cohen frowned, "as much as we can." ”

Huaiya took a deep breath, raised her single-edged sword, and shook her head, "Okay then. ”

Tulha curled the corners of his mouth and walked slowly towards them like a hill.

"You have sent almost everyone," Tuleha said sharply, listening to the sound of fighting in his ears, "and even scattered his men to counter our volleys at any cost." ”

"It shouldn't be to assassinate the Grand Duke. ”

"Where's the Starless?" he whispered, like thunder.

Cohen and the others frowned.

"Where is your prince?"

Cohen and Wyay were stunned.

"You seem to be paying attention to His Royal Highness. Waiya snorted coldly.

Tulha's eyes narrowed.

"I can feel it," the Fire Knight seemed relaxed, and the Fire Knight slowly drew his saber, making Cohen and the others more nervous, "Your men are scattered, almost a semicircle, gradually approaching the Hall of Heroes. ”

Cohen exhaled deeply.

It's terrible.

What does this guy feel with?

"You're not here to break through, but to act as scouts and sentinels," Tuleha said grimly, "to hide someone's location, to conceal his intentions, aren't you?" ”

Cohen and Wyaa looked at each other, seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.

"Kambida thinks that the middle-aged Lord and the Meteorite are the most threatening beings," he waved his saber lightly, "but ever since we met in the snow, watching him look at the way Nicolai looked, I had a gut feeling. ”

Tulha said solemnly: "That seemingly harmless prince is the most dangerous. ”

"Your prince, where is he?" Tuleha's face changed, and he continued to ask, "What are you going to do?"

Cohen didn't say a word, just nervously thinking about what to do.

But the next moment, Tulha stepped on his feet and swung his knife to attack!

The nervous Huaiya was shocked in his heart, and the single-edged sword immediately struck, directly hitting Tulha's face.

Cohen's face changed.

"No!" the vigilante shouted angrily, grabbing Wya's left arm and pulling him back.

Wya's single-edged sword meets Tulha's golden saber in the air!

The temperature in the air rises sharply.

"Wow!"

The strange sizzling sound sounded again.

"Dangchang!"

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

Wyaa was pulled back a full five steps by the vigilante officer until she sat down on the ground.

But he had no time to estimate Cohen.

Huaiya looked at the single-edged sword in his hand in a daze: the blade at the front end had been broken, the fracture was smooth, the blade was red, and there was a faint high temperature.

It's like being fused in an instant.

The Broken Blade shook on the ground.

On the other side of them, Tulha snorted lightly without surprise, and casually shook the golden saber in his hand, splashing strange sparks in the air.

Cohen and Wyay watched as the Fire Knight raised his knife and stabbed it into the wall beside him without hindrance.

He waved his arm slowly, and his saber slashed across the wall, sparks splashing everywhere he went, leaving only charred black marks.

As the sizzling sound sounded, an unpleasant smell of roasting came through the air.

"Since losing its prey counterpart, the importance of this knife has greatly diminished. Tulha pulled his knife out of the wall as if it were coming out of water.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people on the ground, "But it's still an effective weapon." ”

Cohen helped Waiya and looked in amazement at the knife in Tulha's hand.

Is that......

He remembered the old book he had read in his family's castle.

Cohen remembered Tulha's nickname again.

Is that......

"It's just a warning," Tulha said with a serious expression: "I respect your spirit, so ......"

"I promise, it'll be over soon. ”

"How could ......it be," Wya's muttered as he looked at the scab in his weapon, "this is...... The steel refined in Tari ......"

He looked at Tulha's saber again, and was extremely surprised: "What kind of weapon is that?"

It can be ...... effortlessly without hindrance Chopping metal?

Cohen took a deep breath.

"Legendary anti-demon forces," Cohen replied solemnly, staring at the golden-colored horse sword:

"The Rising Japanese Sword. ”

"A blazing blade that claims to be able to cut through everything," Cohen gritted his teeth, smelling the air full of scorching smell and feeling the rising temperature:

"Aka: Hell's Breath. ”

Huaiya was slightly stunned.

"Good insight," Tuleha nodded approvingly, looking at his weapon: "The sharpest blade in the world has a temperature. ”

The faces of the two people on the Xingchen side became extremely ugly.

"What now?" Wya's brow furrowed, "His knife ......"

"yes. Cohen gritted his teeth.

He watched as Tulha raised the Rising Japanese Saber and slowly approached.

The vigilante shook his head in embarrassment and heavily, as if to say to himself: "Facing a weapon that can cut through almost all blades of armor......"

"What are I going to do?"

————

In another room at Valhalla.

The little slippery head was stunned and leaned against the wall.

Tails clenched his fists and said nothing.

Footsteps were heard.

The Vice-Messenger of the Stars came to them.

The little slippery head was slightly startled, came back to his senses, and looked at Tails as if asking for help.

The prince nodded to her.

Putirai couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Tails in front of him, and the little slippery head behind him who was uncomfortable from returning to Valhalla.

"They're already in place," Putile listened to the faint sounds of fighting around him, estimating their distance:

"Your Highness, you should also come out. ”

Tails raised his head and calmly looked at Putileh in front of him.

"Will they survive?" he said bitterly.

Putirai didn't speak, just watched him silently.

A few seconds later.

"As you said," Mr. Deputy Envoy sighed slightly, "You know very well where the key to this chess game is, to put the strongest chess pieces on the battlefield." ”

"You won," Putile said lightly, "and we'll win." ”

"No matter how much you sacrifice. ”

For a moment, Tails was speechless.

He could only bow his head.

"I," Tails only felt a heavy heart, "I'm sorry. ”

"It wasn't my plan. ”

The atmosphere was very depressing, and the little slippery head pursed his lips on the side, preoccupied.

"I know, Your Highness," Putile shook his head, his face as usual, "I know. ”

"We had to break into the gates, which was an accident, and it was another accident that we were found there. ”

"In the end, we had to. ”

Putile slowly crouched down.

"But one of the most fascinating things in life," sighed the deputy envoy, "is that there is always an accident that interrupts our planned dreams." ”

Putilai's eyes drifted away, as if recalling the past: "Accident." ”

"I know," Tails took a deep breath and looked at the tiles, trying his best to get all the unnecessary emotions out of his brain, "just, listen to them......"

Putile lowered his eyelids and remained motionless.

"Putile, I'm sorry," Tails sighed, finally giving up and continuing: "Take care. ”

Right now.

"Your Highness. ”

Mr. Vice-Chancellor interrupted Tails abruptly.

I saw him let out a long sigh, as if he had made up his mind.

"Before leaving," Putile hung down, nodding slowly, "I want you to know something." ”

"Please don't feel guilty about me. ”

Tails frowned and looked at the deputy.

But Putilai's face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Tails inexplicably felt that Putile was very abnormal at this time.

"Twelve years ago, I was on the border between Exeter and the stars, and I was in charge of intelligence gathering in the Foreign Affairs Department in cooperation with the secret department," Putile's voice trembled slightly: "In the summer of that year, I made a decision. ”

Tails became more and more confused.

"A simple decision, a fluttering proposal. ”

He said in a low voice, his voice as soft as a feather in vain: "All it takes is my nod to be sent back to China for that letter of Exeter......"

Tails suddenly thought of something, and an inexplicable panic arose.

Twelve years ago.

Exeter ......

Putilelo paused slightly, as if he couldn't say more.

"But that's a mistake......"

"Unforgivable mistakes......" Mr. Deputy Envoy gasped slightly, "This is the disaster that has ushered in the north. ”

"The war burned, the blood flowed like rivers, and the corpses were everywhere. ”

At that moment, Tails' heart shook.

He jerked his head up and looked at Putirai in disbelief:

"What?"

King Nunn's voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

[That's the Assassin from your stars......]

Tails stared blankly at the skinny man in front of him.

Putile raised his head, trembling slightly on the way.

His face was covered with a dead silence and gray mourning.

"I've lied to myself countless times, telling myself that it wasn't my fault, convincing myself that it was just an accident, just an assassin's stupid mistake......"

"I even learned to be indifferent, to be indifferent, to tell myself: forget the past. ”

"But that doesn't work," said the deputy's grim expression, and his tone seemed to be full of despair, "the sins you have created will eventually come back to you." ”

"Whether you run away or not. ”

Tails looked at the man's confession, but his heart was blank.

He didn't know how to react.

"So, Your Highness, when I hear you say that you want to stop the war, you want to change, you want to redeem, you want to do something......"

Putirai's eyes were red, and his expression was sad and serene.

"I'm really relieved. He said softly, a bitter smile.

Tails looked back at him stunned: "Putile......"

Putile took a deep breath, retracted his expression, and his eyes flashed: "Tails Bright Star." ”

Hearing him call his name, Tails moved slightly.

Putirai looked at him quietly, his eyes determined.

In the next second, Putilai slowly pressed his right chest, nodded slowly, and said in a solemn tone.

"Working with you. ”

"I'm honored. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Putirai stood up decisively and turned to leave.

Leave Tails stunned.

The second prince frowned, his breath was short, and his thoughts were chaotic.

In the room, only the little slippery head asked for unknown reasons.

A few minutes later.

Outside the Hall of Heroes, the dense black sand collar soldiers formed a tight defense line, vigilantly paying attention to everything around, even the inexplicable noise in the wall, and there was a special person to listen.

Their actions even affected the men and horses on the side of the four Grand Dukes, who frequently looked at them.

Viscount Cambida calmly listened to the reports of his subordinates, nodding from time to time.

Finally, after a reciprocal return, Kambida's face changed slightly.

He hesitated for a second, then made a gesture to his deputy and decisively turned away.

Accompanied by a group of soldiers, Kambida walked through layers of tight lines, occasionally responding to the salutes of his subordinates, and finally, he turned a hallway.

In this corridor, two groups of soldiers from the Black Sand Collar escorted a captive to Kambida's side.

Kambida frowned.

"Meet ...... in this case," the Viscount of Mton City said lightly, "Should I be surprised?"

"Your Excellency the Lord?"

In front of Kambida's eyes, the deputy envoy of the Star Mission, Lord Putile Niemann, was clasped in his arms, and he looked up at him with a calm expression.

(End of chapter)