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On the training ground with light snow, a small figure held a heavy thick wooden sword and shield, and between the staggered footsteps and the sword and shield parry, it struck away the wooden sword of a guard in front of him.

Tails panted, holding his wooden sword, straightened up again, and shouted, "Come again!"

His training object, Jorah, the leader of the Bright Star Private Soldiers in Mindis Hall, was looking at Tails in embarrassment.

"Your Highness, how long has he been like this?"

On one side of the training ground, Count Gilbert Cassel asked a star soldier beside him with a worried expression.

"It's been three hours since the morning, sir. The guard was also worried: "And last night, the light in His Highness's study was on all night...... Mistress Jorah even told us to stay at the door all night, and no matter what happened inside, we had to rush in as soon as possible. ”

Gilbert sighed.

After yesterday's unusual meeting of the envoys, the second prince returned to Mindis Hall.

Gilbert received His Majesty's most urgent order: to make the most thorough preparations for His Royal Highness's envoy to the north.

After all, it wouldn't take a few days for a sturdy letter crow to go back and forth between Yongxing City and Longxiao City...... They could go at any time.

All day yesterday, he and a group of officials and lords and nobles of all sizes were busy in all kinds of affairs, from the attendants of His Royal Highness, the travel schedule, to the wording of the letter of state, and even the aftermath of the North after the Duke of the North was imprisoned.

But what really worries Gilbert is Tails' mental state - after all, not every child can face it calmly when his father uses it as a bargaining chip to quell the war.

For example, right now, His Highness is probably struggling with His Majesty's seemingly ruthless decision......

Gilbert looked up and was surprised to see Tails gasping for air, waving his hand and dropping the sword in his hand.

"Take a break, have lunch—I've been practicing for so long, why didn't you remind me. Tails waved his hand, tired.

Relieved, Jorah nodded in agreement, while Tails began to untie his shield.

Gilbert stepped forward quickly.

"Your Highness," said the former Foreign Secretary cautiously, "with all due respect, your old wounds have not healed, and you really shouldn't be like that...... Drains the body. ”

"Don't worry, Gilbert...... Look, my injuries are almost healed," Tails skillfully and swiftly took off his left shield, moved his left arm, and bared his teeth, "In just three days...... Maybe I'm some kind of monster. ”

Gilbert was speechless for a moment, and he said with a calm face: "Your Highness, please don't be so cranky......"

"Okay, okay - it's my own body, after all, and I've lived in this world for years......" Tails interrupted him, sneering, "Don't I know yet?"

"This strange physique is mostly due to my mother, who is even more mysterious than a magician, right?"

Tails said with a smile, observing Gilbert's expression carefully.

He was looking forward to seeing something in the other person's reaction.

Yes.

Shortly after arriving at Mindis Hall, when the King spoke of his mother's strange attitude, Tails had been suspicious.

From weird and mysterious magical powers, to strange brain thinking, memory flashbacks for no reason, to physical resilience that is simply not human......

Especially the first and last items, combined with the attitude of Li Xiya and the king, he was almost 100% sure that it had something to do with his mother, whom he had never met.

The king of a nation and the spokesman of the gods are so jealous that they do not want to mention Thranzilana, what kind of being is she?

Of course, Tails has long come to a conclusion about this.

Think of Yodel in Mindis Hall, think of what Arend said at the House of Renaissance.

A family entangled in calamity.

Tails looked at his nine-pointed star emblem and sighed.

His mother is most likely a ......

Until he confirmed it, he tried not to think in this direction.

But he had to find the answer—from the anomaly of the king and Richia, to his middle name, and he was not willing to let go of any possible information.

Even if the results may not be good.

Gilbert frowned deeply.

Really.

His Royal Highness, he has long been suspicious.

"Your Highness," Gilbert exhaled and shook his head, "I can't say anything about your origin, but you must know that you inherit the Bright Star bloodline from Your Majesty, which also originated from the Ancient Empire and extended to the final empire, and is the most noble bloodline in the history of mankind - the Imperial Bloodline, the Carloser family...... Perhaps there is some secret hidden in this ancient, great bloodline......"

Tails sighed secretly: sure enough, it was a diplomat, from his expression to his wording - not a drop of water.

I had to find another way to go to the "little tadpole to find my mother".

"Okay, don't worry about overthinking about it," Tails, sweating and panting, sat down, shook his boots, and poured out the sand inside: "It's not a bad thing for the time being, anyway. ”

Moreover, how can there be a difference between blood and race?

Then the traveler said happily, "As for my mother, I will know one day anyway, and my immediate priority is the country to the north with the dragon flag." ”

Gilbert was stunned, he glanced at Jorah who was packing up the training equipment in the distance, and looked at Tails in embarrassment: "Your Highness, I think what Your Majesty said when he sent you yesterday is by no means literal......"

"I know that the king has his own agenda. Tails shook off the sand of his last boot and got up from the ground.

Gilbert looked at him worriedly: "Exactly...... So, you don't have to be so ...... Forehead...... Frustrated ......"

"What?"

Tails frowned.

But then he understood something.

"How?"

The traverser turned his head and laughed in a lost voice, "You think I just practiced swordsmanship...... Is it self-defeating or angry?"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"My God......"

Tails patted his head and said with a wry smile:

"Well, since we are going to that strange country...... I have to prepare myself anyway, although the seven-year-old body can't do anything, but at least I have to master the swordsmanship of the Northland army, learn to ride a horse, and at least know how to save my life when I encounter danger, right?"

"If you're lucky, you'll be able to ...... the power of finishing."

Gilbert couldn't help but interrupt him: "Your Highness, even in the Tower of the End, which has a special training tradition, and thus has a special opportunity to awaken the power of the end early, the youngest recorded is twelve years old - generally speaking, the awakening time is sixteen years old...... And seven years old...... Forehead ......"

Tails laughed awkwardly when he heard this.

He scratched his head and whispered, "yes, I thought it was the same as brushing proficiency." ”

"But," said Gilbert, who still looked at him suspiciously, "you really ...... Knowing and ...... without any guilt Do you understand Your Majesty's intentions?"

"What are you kidding, I'm also a graduate student with the highest ability to resist pressure-ahem-ahem-the second prince with excellent psychological qualities......" Tails patted the dust off his body disapprovingly, and walked towards the study, ready to start lunch and word homework:

"Well, I was actually taken aback when I heard him say that he was going to kill me to compensate Exeter. ”

"But I spent the night digging through the literature - the information in the Mindis Hall was too scarce, and the arrangement was not scientific - and I finally understood some of His Majesty's intentions. ”

Gilbert noticed that Tails used either "King" or "Your Majesty" when addressing Kessel V, and he sighed in his heart: Sure enough, His Highness recognized His Majesty...... Still a bit of a problem?

"Would you like to hear what I think about my trip to Exeter?" said Tails, grinning as he grinned as he pinched his sore neck.

Gilbert bowed slightly, "Listen to the contemptible people." ”

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In the dark.

Morat's distinctive, hoarse old voice came in a deep voice: "Did this make him run?"

Raphael, who answered him, had a brisk and bright voice: "Our people also think it is strange - it seems that the strange doctor has seen through the trap and returned without hesitation, and the assassination team is empty. We've been patrolling the eastern border between Exeter and the stars for days, between the old tower of the Forrest family and the reconstructed tower of the Trudida family, but there is no sign of Ramon again. ”

Morat rested his chin on his hands and muttered softly, "Even though the lineage has been extinct for more than six hundred years, a mage is a mage - no matter how overestimated, he is clearly prepared......

The Black Prophet raised his head slightly: "It is impossible for us to catch the net, he must have helpers...... Black Sword aside, what about the other two killers of the Brotherhood, the Scimitar and the Prison Lock Scythe, or the near-extreme Quenza and Roda Roda in the Extreme?"

Raphael shook his head helplessly: "From the beginning to the end, we didn't find any news of the appearance of the Scimitar and the Prison Lock Scythe nearby, and the help of other Brotherhood cadres was not seen at all, but ......"

Raphael frowned slightly.

Morat's eyes froze.

Raphael continued: "However, in the past week, Anton and Rhoda of the Big Six have all returned to Eternal Star City - in addition to Locke 'Ironskin' who is still in the south, Cenccha, Rhoda, Lancer, Anton and Morris, five of the Big Six have gathered in the royal capital......"

Morat jerked up his hand and stopped Raphael's report.

His expression shifted, and after a few seconds of pause, the Black Prophet exhaled deeply.

"Five people together?"

"Hmph. ”

Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "I know who Ramon's helper is, not from the Brotherhood." ”

Raphael looked puzzled.

Morat opened his eyes slightly, his gaze full of sharpness: "It was the 'dark room' that revealed the news to us first, and the elite assassination team of the secret department was in the air on the border between the two countries - isn't it obvious?" ”

Raphael looked up suddenly.

Morat was silent for a long time.

"Hehe," the Black Prophet chuckled, "It seems that Ramon is not a mage at all, and we have been put on the side by the old woman from the north." ”

But it's not for nothing that she's using fake news to get our attention...... She helped the Brotherhood, then the latter...... What are you trying to hide?"

"Withdraw half of the men from the north, and focus on investigating the movements of the Brotherhood in the past few days...... It's not for nothing that the five of them gathered for no reason...... "Morat smiled dumbly: "Dare to make a deal with Exter's 'dark room', this kid Lancer deserves to be my best disciple besides Norfolk......"

At this moment, in a cage covered with black cloth in Raphael's hand, there was a sudden violent noise.

Raphael opened the cage with a blank face.

A fist-sized skull, like a bird and a mouse, covered in bright red slime, opened its fanged mouth, handed out a piece of paper, and quickly retracted it.

Morat didn't look at the hideous, strange and eerie creature, just stared at Raphael.

The latter looked at the small piece of paper, and his face became worse and worse.

Raphael put down the piece of paper, his face solemn as never before.

"We have received reports that two of the Eight Psychic Warriors of the Blood Vial, Catherine "Phantom Blade" and Nekra "Red Viper", have appeared in Levol City one after the other. ”

"And two days ago, we were in the neighboring City of Steel eyeliner......"

He said heavily, "I have found the traces of the Blood Demon Master. ”

Morat's pupils shrank suddenly!

"Looks like you've caught a big fish...... Moratt smiled.

Raphael groaned and muttered to himself, "But...... Hidden in the City of Steel...... So many years...... Are the dwarves in the Hall of Kings unaware?"

Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "Because of the Goddess of the Sunset, in the past three hundred years, the relationship between the Hall of Kings and the Empress of Heilan has become worse and worse, and the Wind Cannon has fallen into a state of cooling - they don't even have a legendary anti-demon weapon in their hands that can be used, and even if they know, they can only pretend to be deaf and dumb." ”

Raphael frowned and snorted.

"Are you sure it's the Blood Demon Master, and what about the specific reward?" the Black Prophet clenched the cane in his hand and said solemnly.

But then he noticed that Raphael only had a sad face and sighed.

The young man in white lowered his gaze and spread out the piece of paper.

"There is no return. ”

He said in a deep voice.

Morat jerked his head up, his razor-sharp gaze directed straight at Raphael.

Waiting for his explanation.

The young man in white let out a breath and said quietly:

"We discovered the Blood Magician......"

"It's because ......"

"We went from the City of Steel to the City of Lyvor, an eyeliner all the way...... Thirty-four ......"

"All killed. ”

Raphael said silently.

"And ......"

"Flesh and blood were scattered, and there was no corpse. ”

"Consistent with what we're recording ...... Blood Magician's style ......"

He didn't say any more.

Half a day.

Morat sighed deeply.

"It is demonstrating to the secret department: outside the royal capital, it can find each and every one of us at any time. ”

"Sure enough, it's the damn ......"

He said hoarsely:

"Murderer. ”

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