"So, my finishing power has the characteristics of the rumored 'Sword of Calamity'?"

In one of the side rooms of the temple, Waiakaso folded his arms with a solemn face. ｗ?ｗｗ?．

On the pile of debris in front of him, Cohen was bandaging his previously scratched arm.

"It seems to be so, or at least it feels similar," the officer of the vigilant officer said absentmindedly as he examined the injuries as he carefully examined the attendant officer in front of him, "Are you indeed a student of Teacher Chartier?"

Waiya glanced at Putile and Raphael on the other side of the room and sighed.

"I swear by my life and honor," he said helplessly, "three years ago, on the eve of the awakening of the power of the end, I obtained the qualification to enter the House of Inheritance, and Teacher Chartier taught me a set of ...... Special swordsmanship. ”

Wya's gaze stayed in mid-air, remembering the past.

The incomparably sharp and unreturnable edge was born at that time.

Cohen watched his expression as he remembered all the interrogation and identification techniques he had learned during his military service and in the Vigilance Department.

But he still couldn't see anything.

Odd.

Cohen said secretly in his heart.

The Sword of Calamity is clearly a sinner and a traitor to the Tower of End, and that power is considered taboo by Jedi.

But why, why did the students of Master Chartil ......

Also, why is the power of the Sword of Calamity taboo? Is it too destructive?

Something is not quite right.

Cohen thought instinctively.

Cohen had another question in his mind.

Sword of Calamity, Secret Branch.

His gaze turned to Raphael, who was discussing something with Putile.

Cohen clenched his fist slightly: Not now, they are still in danger.

In the end, Cohen had to shrug his shoulders, but the vigilance in his eyes still did not let go: "I will remember to ask, Miranda is the seed of the 'Pegasus' line, and she is very familiar with Master Chartil. ”

"Oh, 'Undefeated Miranda,'" Wya's eyelids twitched, and he and Cohen looked at each other, "I've heard her name for a long time." ”

"I guess so," Cohen snorted as he looked at Waiya's expression, "after all, it's the most recent chief." ”

Waiya looked back at him and nodded.

"Thank you," muttered the prince's young attendant, "whether it is your misunderstanding or your understanding, Officer Karabiyan. ”

But then he changed his words: "And should you tell me about the Sword of Calamity, after you hunted us down half a street with the sword in this name?"

Cohen's pupils constricted slightly.

"I can't say any more," the vigilante patted him on the shoulder, "but since you are the son of the Earl of Gilbert Casso, and the prince's chamberlain......"

Cohen smiled at Wya, "I think your suspicion is lifted for the time being. ”

Huaiya's face was a little unnatural for a moment.

"Hmph," Wya's cheeks twitched slightly, and his tone raised, "What if I'm not his son?"

Cohen raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wya.

But he ended up just shaking his head and saying nothing.

Waiya let out a breath from her nose, seemingly dissatisfied.

"That's right. ”

The attendant officer looked up:

"You had a holiday with Rolf?"

Looking at Cohen's confused expression for a moment, Wyay pouted to the right and gestured, "That lame, dumb man." ”

At the other end of the room, Rolf, who wore a silver mask from throat to chin, stared fiercely at the side as a star soldier splinted his broken arm.

Cohen scratched his head, somewhat awkwardly avoiding the other's gaze.

"Well, is this," the vigilante shook his head helplessly, "do you know why he's a mute?"

Wya's brow furrowed.

"That's our holiday. Cohen raised an eyebrow and concluded.

The attendant officer looked at Rolf and then at the vigilant officer, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Huaiya exhaled: "You know, His Highness saved his life, so he is now the one who serves His Highness......"

"Okay, I see," Cohen said with a headache, "I'll talk to him as little as possible...... If only he could still speak. ”

At this moment, a small figure walked into this room, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

It was the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, Tails Bright Star, who looked preoccupied and unstoppable.

"Wow," said Officer Karabyan, with a slight question in his tone, to Waiya, "is he always like this?"

Waiya shook his head, also with a puzzled expression.

Putirai stepped forward.

"Your Highness," the thin deputy envoy asked teasingly, "the date with the Goddess of the Bright Moon is over?"

Tails came back to his senses, and he looked up, his face confused.

"Putilai," he muttered, "what is the point of the existence of the gods?"

Cohen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he poked Waiya beside him.

"Ah, I know," said the warden helplessly, glancing at the prince's face, "never discuss life with the priests, they will only mess with your brain." ”

"Thankfully, it's not the sacrifice of the night," Wyaa shrugged, "they're even crazier." ”

Putile glanced at the other two reproachfully.

"I don't know the answer to this question, Your Highness," Mr. Vice-Envoy raised his chin slightly, condescendingly, and looked at Tails's eyes sharply, "but I am sure that no matter what kind of existence they are, they will not change your current situation as an unlucky prince in distress." ”

Tails was slightly startled, and then he broke away from the conversation with the High Priest just now, and focused his attention on the present.

"Yes, the current situation, the current situation," Tails shook his head, forcing himself to start thinking about the current situation.

He shifted his gaze to Putirai, and remembered when they had just fled here.

Tails couldn't help but squint his eyes as he looked at the skinny man who habitually rubbed the pipe in his hand.

"You, Putile," Tails frowned, thinking of something, "You were the one when I was captured by Rumba...... Found Mykoko and Nicola, and got me out?"

Putilai's eyebrows lifted slightly, and he shook his head slightly, quietly agreeing with his words.

"Probably yes. He said softly, seemingly unconcerned.

Tails' heart was surprised: "You...... How did you do that?"

Putile sighed slightly.

"Actually, it's not that hard, Your Highness the Prince. ”

The thin deputy envoy stared at his pipe, as if there were some nice lines on it.

"Soon after your disappearance, disaster struck, the city was under martial law, and the White-Bladed Guards followed King Nunn's elite to the top, but the king disappeared in battle," he said lightly, "Simple things suddenly became complicated. ”

"But the smell of intrigue in the air is getting stronger. Putile tapped his chin slightly.

"But how do you know, know where I am......" Tails' eyes flashed with confusion.

Putira's gaze turned to the Ghost of the Wind on the other side of the room.

"Rolf is back in disarray," Putile retracted his hand to get the flint, "and the only news that he brought back was the words 'Black Sand Collar', 'Star', and 'Abduction', and after considering the consequences and connections of these things, including the traps, everything was clear. ”

Tails' face moved slightly.

"While King Nunn's order is still valid, I evacuate everyone in the mission from Valhalla as quickly as I can," Putira said, "and then contacted the Secret Branch." ”

"Secret?"

Tails opened his mouth wide: "You still have contact with the secret department?"

"When I was younger, I worked with them for a while. Putile shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk about it.

Tails' mind moved, and another thought arose, "What about Nicolai, the Whiteblade Guard?"

"It was a pure surprise, I didn't expect anyone else to help, but those who disappeared with the king also included Nicolai and the personal guards of the White-Bladed Guard," Putileh shrugged, "So I guess whoever our enemy is, the White-Bladed Guard is our only remaining ally." ”

"Allies?" Tyles looked confused.

"Yes," Puttilai nodded, "Although time is tight and resources are limited, we have finally formed a temporary tripartite alliance such as us, the Secret Branch, and the White Blade Guards. ”

It's not very solid, though.

Each party has a lot of wariness and hides a lot of secrets against the other two.

Putile said secretly.

"The secret department has access to intelligence and the enemy, and the White Blade Guard has the manpower and internal location," Putile glanced at Raphael and shook his head with a sigh, "So the rescue plan began, although we are not sure if the person in there is not at all sure if it is you." ”

"Of course, the results are good," said Putile, glancing at Miranda and Cohen, "and the surprise." ”

Tails lowered his head and was silent for a long time.

It was a long time before he looked up again.

"Thank you, Putile. He heard himself say this, his tone was lost, and his words were confused.

"Thank you. ”

When Putirai saw the prince's appearance, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

"It's just my job. ”

Tails turned his head and glanced elsewhere.

Then he was shocked.

"Wait, where is Ada?" Tails' eyes widened, trying to find the Elven Guard.

But Putile just shook his head, his face worried.

"She set out to look for you a long time ago, and she has not yet returned," the deputy envoy gently clenched the pipe in his hand, "I thought you would come back with her." ”

Tails was slightly stunned.

"I know," he muttered, "she...... She said she was going to stop a powerful enemy. ”

An uncertain thought flashed in Putilai's eyes.

"Yes. He stared at Tails.

"Then you can only choose to believe her. ”

Tails didn't speak.

Edda's appearance came to his mind.

He involuntarily clenched his fists.

"And before that......" Seeing a strange glint in Putilai's eyes, he turned to look at the other stars in the room, "We have to plan our next step, Your Highness." ”

Hearing this, Tails slowly slowed down: "What's next?"

What's next?

Tails suddenly remembered the letter Gilbert had sent.

In the letter, the former Foreign Secretary tirelessly encouraged the Star Prince, and did not hesitate to share his experience and insights in dealing with the Northland, and his words were full of confidence in him.

Tails lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

For a moment, the moment he read the letter, he thought he had done Gilbert's assignment perfectly.

Succeeded in alleviating the conflict between Exeter and the Kingdom of Stars.

However......

Putile's sharp eyes swept over the starry people around him, past Willow who was consulting with the veteran Jenard, Rolf who was conditioning his arms, Miranda who was meditating alone, and others before returning to Tails.

"Yes," the Vice-Envoy of the Stars said in a tone that rose sharply, and was extremely serious, "Our next step is to leave Longxiao City and leave Exeter." ”

Tails frowned slowly.

Leave.

What a light-hearted word.

A month ago, a week ago, or even a few hours ago, when he heard this word, his heart would skip a beat, and then he couldn't wait to secretly rejoice.

Leaving at that time means liberation, it means the end.

Leaving this rough and hostile country is the end of a damn journey.

But now......

Right now.

Leave?

"Simply put......" Raphael's voice came from behind Putile, and the figure of the Mycolai appeared in front of Tails.

"It's to run, to escape," Raphael's expression was still calm, and his tone was still relaxed, but it made people nervous unconsciously: "Before the dragon kingdom under conspiracy and lies swallows us all." ”

Escape.

Tails' breathing became disordered.

He clenched his fists again.

Leave.

Escape.

Leave?

Escape?

"Wait, Exeters, I mean what do the White Guards say?" Cohen saw Raphael coming, and stepped forward as well, asking his question, "After all, they brought us out." ”

A cold voice came from the doorway.

"Not much. ”

Everyone was slightly stunned, only to realize that Nicolai was already standing at the door of the room, a pair of cold eyes cast on them.

Mielke stood beside him, his expression still dark.

"Our men will leave with Miss Walton," the Starfall seemed to have treated the new wounds on his body and changed his torn clothes, "I went alone to inform the Prime Minister of Lisbane, who is one of His Majesty's most trusted men. ”

Hearing the Meteorite's intentions, Tails' heart moved, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Prime Minister?"

"Will he help you?" the prince couldn't help but ask, "How about resisting or even exterminating the Rumba, and confirming the truth?"

"Is there room for redemption?"

Nicolas did not speak.

But his eyes grew colder and colder.

Tails also realized something.

He also loosened his lips that were about to ask questions, gasping unconsciously.

The one who answered the prince's question out loud was Mielke next to Nicola.

"It's hard," said the man, who had suffered a huge blow overnight, the former White Blade Guard, the King's former officer, Bynemielk seemed tired, and his voice was very hoarse, as if it had been worn by sand: "The direct bloodline of the Walton family has been severed, leaving only a little girl who cannot be inherited." ”

Tails' face turned pale.

More than.

In his heart, a small voice was speaking to him.

The consequences don't stop there.

It could be worse.

Worse.

"Perhaps, Longxiao City is destined to usher in the leadership of a new family," Putilai also sighed and said in a low voice: "But Exeter still has to survive, and even a prime minister can't change it." ”

Nicolas looked up in a daze.

Two more blushes appeared on his pale face.

"But the truth still needs to be preached, and hatred must be washed away in blood," the Meteorite gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with endless anger and hatred: "Your Majesty's blood feud is the humiliation of the white blade." ”

Mielke sighed deeply on one side, and Tails could feel that he had mixed feelings about the late King of the Co-Lift.

Oh, yes.

The king.

The king who is unforgettable, the king who died a tragic or heroic death.

Nunn Walton VII.

Tails lowered his head, only to feel cold in his heart, as if King Nunn's head was still spinning under his feet.

His words rang in his ears repeatedly.

"In that case," said Putile, turning the subject away, "Miss Walton, where are you going to take her?"

"Everything away from the rumba threat. Nicolas lifted his gaze, his eyes blazing, as if he had regained the image of the shrewd, neat and crisp commander of the White Guard.

"Fulfill our unfulfilled duty to Walton, to the King. ”

Tails lowered his eyelids.

Small slippery head.

Her fate ......

The day before yesterday, last night, this morning.

Her fortunes have been flipped countless times.

Each time, they fell deeper into the abyss.

Putilai's eyes rolled and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"How about going to the Kingdom of Stars?"

The deputy envoy muttered, as if he was seriously suggesting: "It is a place that Rumba, and even Exter cannot reach, far from the strife in Exter's country. ”

Tails' heart moved.

He remembered the words of the Scarlet Witch: "Since you can't do anything, you should capture a Walton bloodline back to the stars as a bargaining chip, right?"

Nicolas snorted coldly, his tone unkind.

"We've discussed this," the Meteorite said coldly, "you know my attitude, Imperial. ”

Michaela shook his head slowly, his expression serious.

"Behind the conspiracy, the dark room is also involved," Raphael interjected, staring at the ground and saying, "Although the white blade is sharp, there must be a gap." ”

"I haven't forgotten where all this disaster began, boy of Myco," Nicolas clenched his arms and glared at Raphael like a knife, then smiled softly. "However, at this time, you stars should also take care of yourself, thanks to your own gifts. ”

"The others may not be clear, but Rumba wants war," the Meteorite said coldly, "with what happened today, maybe he will soon get his wish." ”

Raphael frowned.

Tails felt a chill in his heart.

Take care of yourself.

Get one's way.

War.

Oh, yes.

Kingdom of the Stars...... Tails closed his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the Broken Dragon Fortress, the people in the fortress.

The heroic, heroic and generous flower of the fortress, Sonia Satherre.

Fierce-tempered, unapproachable kingdom wrath, Allakamu.

There are also countless soldiers of the Angry Guard who died in the charge in front of the fortress.

Tails closed his eyes and shuddered slightly.

[More than half of my soldiers, including your mission, are dead. 】

[Just to get you here.] 】

That volcanic furious warrior, Baron Mu's voice echoed in his head.

Don't let them die in vain. 】

Tails trembled more and more.

Dead in vain.

White Death......

Looking at the defiant eyes of the Meteorite, Raphael stopped talking.

"I strongly recommend that you reconsider my proposal. Putile still insisted.

"Oh, then you might as well consider my proposal?" Nicolai turned to the deputy envoy and sneered back, "I may not be able to convince the Count of Lesbane alone, but it would be more convincing if I was accompanied by the stigmatized but fearless Prince of the Stars." ”

His eyes were on Tails.

But the second prince still closed his eyes and did not move.

"Of course," Nikolai spun around, glancing at Miranda, wiping his sword, "so is the heir of the Duke of the North. ”

Raphael snorted softly.

Cohen rolled his eyes.

Putirai sighed, "Let's go back to the previous agenda." ”

Nicolai smiled and said no more.

Raphael's expression calmly returned to the point:

"What are your reliable passages out of town? Avoid the eyes and ears of the black market, patrols, or dark rooms. ”

"Not much," Nicolas shook his head, "there were many, but Kaslan ...... He also knows a lot. ”

Raphael narrowed his eyes: "We have a ......"

At this time.

"What will happen?"

Everyone was slightly stunned.

After a few seconds, everyone realized that it was Tails who interjected.

It is the second prince who has been silent all along.

Nicolai frowned, "What?"

Tails looked up, his eyes confused.

In front of his eyes, it seemed that a large number of people suddenly flashed.

Kessel, Gilbert, Jenard, Sonya, Alaka, Willow......

But in his mind, Tails couldn't catch any of them.

"We're just leaving," Tails' voice became hoarse, like a long-dried river:

"Gone. ”

Putirai seemed to sense something, and he keenly walked behind Tails, pressed his shoulder, and gestured gently.

Still, Tails didn't seem to be aware of it.

He still spoke softly, his voice tired and trembling:

"Exeter, what's going to happen?"

"Xingchen, what will happen?"

Cohen and Wyaa looked at each other, their faces turning ashamed, and they turned their gaze.

Raphael's expression did not move, but his hands were slightly clasped.

"We came with a peacemaking mission, but we just left. Tails' voice was low, but in the quiet temple, it made people feel uneasy:

"Fled. ”

Tails didn't know why, and sneered with mixed emotions.

He just felt tired.

Very tired.

"The future of the stars and Exeter," he said, gritting his teeth, holding back the discomfort in his throat, "what will happen?"

Miranda sighed in the distance, and the sigh was clearly audible.

Putile did not speak.

His eyelids drooped slightly.

There was endless exhaustion and frustration on his face.

But then he raised his gaze and shot straight at Tails.

"Your Highness," the lieutenant's voice was tired, "you know. ”

"Isn't it? ”

Tails was shocked in his heart at that moment, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Exeter has lost a king," Putile said slowly in his longest, deepest tone, "Longxiao City has lost the lord family. ”

Nicola's face was flushed, his teeth chattering, and he almost crushed his back molars.

Mielke tilted his head, his eyes glazed over.

But the stars became the scapegoat for the murderer. Putile continued.

Cohen bowed his head deeply, and Miranda clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand.

The deputy envoy slowly pulled the flint and steel out of his bosom.

Syllable.

He lit the tobacco in his pipe.

"Rumba has solved his biggest threat and taken the situation into his own hands," Putile chuckled, but with a deep chill in his words, "I don't know what his next plan will be." ”

In the room, smoke slowly rose from Putilai's hands.

Raphael stared at Tails silently, his expression stiff as ice.

"It's not going to be a good thing anyway. Mr. Deputy Envoy slowly took the cigarette holder, his face was serious, and his eyes were distracted.

The next moment, Putile suddenly bit the cigarette holder and took a hard puff.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and struggled with his expression.

"Indeed, you and we, our entire mission, have carried the expectations and burdens of the entire star, and have come with a mission to eradicate the scourge of war. Putirai's voice slowly quickened, and his breath grew quicker, "But it's time to get the facts straight. ”

Tails closed his eyes and took a deep breath of smoke-smelling air.

Really.

As Putile said.

Tobacco that is a specialty of the Northland.

It's choking.

It's spicy.

Very...... Uncomfortable.

Tails exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes reddened with smoke.

He tilted his head, trembling slightly to avoid the smoke.

In the mist of smoke, Putile slowly turned his head, his eyes turned to Tails, and his gaze released a heavy and determined color:

"Your Highness. ”

"We failed. (To be continued.) )