Longxiao City, the Temple of the Bright Moon, in a remote room.

Putile looked at the busy star soldiers not far away, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

In the first half of his life, it was not without his failures – in fact, the ones he had seen were more terrible and more costly.

For example, twelve years ago.

But now......

Putile suddenly felt that the pipe in his hand was very heavy, and he lost the ** to take a puff.

This is very rare for him who is a smoker.

King Kessel's attempt to avert the scourge of war with his own blood as a pledge should have been a generous and sincere act to be praised by the whole nation.

Now it's a disaster.

The prince is involved in the death of King Exeter, bringing about the worst that should have been avoided.

To make matters worse, the Bright Star Royal Family will once again suffer a huge blow to their prestige.

After the child returned to the stars, he had to face ...... Putile's mood darkened as he remembered Tails' depressed look.

Silently, he reached out and knocked the burning tobacco out of his pipe.

Sorry, Gilbert.

I'm helpless to do anything but get him out of harm's way.

It's like watching His Highness pass away back then.

I've disappointed you, old friend.

Again.

As Putile was reminiscing about the past, Recruit Willow interrupted his thoughts.

"Your Excellency!"

"What's wrong?" Putile raised an eyebrow.

"Please go to the back hall, the hall we came in," Willow seemed to be a little confused, but he still faithfully carried out the order: "This is the ...... of His Highness Tails"

"Command!"

Putile's expression changed.

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Cohen packed his bags and checked his weapon one last time.

"Are you going to ask Raphael again?"

The vigilant officer looked at Putira, who was talking to the star soldiers in the distance, sighed, turned his head to Miranda beside him, and said:

"You know, about the Sword of Calamity, about Myco, about his hand......"

Speaking of which, Cohen couldn't help but grit his teeth when he remembered that his friend who was a swordsman had his hands discarded alive, and he didn't know when he turned them into such monsters.

What did that guy go through?

Miranda, who was leaning on the wooden box, slowly opened her eyes from her false sleep.

Her eyes were calm and her expression was natural.

But his voice was hoarse.

"No need, he's already made a decision," the swordswoman said softly, "There are some things that are just futile to ask again." ”

Cohen looked at Miranda's expressionless face and wanted to say something, but in the end he just shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head to adjust his sword belt.

After a few seconds, the vigilante officer whispered:

"And how do we report back to the tower?"

"I met three Calamity Swordsmen in Longxiao City, one of whom ...... Unidentified?"

Miranda's eyes moved.

"What about you?" she said lightly.

Cohen was slightly stunned.

"If you want me to say ......"

The vigilante exhaled deeply, his eyes hardened.

It was like having made up some kind of decision.

"To hell with the Tower of Finishing, it's been so long since I've been out of it," Cohen shook his head and snorted, "I've never seen any Sword of Calamity - it's all Kaslan's conspiracy, report." ”

Miranda smiled faintly.

"Master Jedi would be mad if he knew the truth. ”

"So it's for his good," Cohen raised an eyebrow, "and his best students were worried about his mood and decided to let him worry less. ”

Miranda raised an eyebrow and closed her eyes again.

Half an hour later, Cohen spoke again, his voice low.

"Miranda, you say, it's only three years," the vigilante said in dismay, "how can a person change so much." ”

Miranda opened her eyes again, and this time, her eyes were filled with mixed meanings.

"I'm not just talking about Raphael," Cohen said, putting his sword back in its scabbard, looking worried, "and Chloehi." ”

"I still remember the days when I was punished with her for biting the sword and squatting, and that man's wife's favorite thing to do was to scold me. He said with annoyance.

The corners of Miranda's mouth curled.

That's because she likes you and doesn't dare to say it.

Miranda rolled her eyes, and then her heart darkened.

It's not just you, Cohen.

It's not just you.

I also studied with her classmates, slept in the same room, practiced swords in the wind and rain, and read at night when the lights were on.

The girl who used to be cheerful and laughing, and had a stubborn temper.

Chloehi.

"Maybe they haven't changed," Miranda frowned slightly, her voice ethereal, as if it meant something, "but we stumbled upon another side of them." ”

Cohen snorted.

"What kind of 'other side,'" he said helplessly, "will lead to betrayal and lies?"

Miranda shifted her arms and held her saber back in her arms.

"I don't know," she said distractedly, "but it shouldn't be easy." ”

She remembered the imprint on Raphael's hand.

Chloehi, what have you been through?

Cohen let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back and leaning against the wooden box in Miranda's example.

"So, is that the end of it?" said Cohen, intentionally or not.

Miranda's face moved slightly, and she came back to her senses: "What's the end?"

Cohen paused for a second, his eyebrows twitching, as if in thought.

"Long Xiao City," he said silently, "we were tricked into coming here......"

"He became a pawn of others, a scapegoat for a conspiracy, and a mastermind in the assassination of the king. ”

"It became the cause of war. ”

Miranda fell silent.

She knows Cohen's character and knows what Cohen has to say.

But......

"So we're making amends. Miranda's eyes were clear, and he was sure of it.

"Get out of here as soon as possible, escape from the enemy's grasp, and refuse their use," Miss Arend's voice quickened, and her accent intensified, "just as we haven't been to Exeter, haven't been to Longxiao City." ”

As if there was no doubt about it.

Cohen didn't answer right away, he was silent for several seconds, his eyes converging in the dim air.

"But, Miranda," Cohen finally spoke softly, as if with some hesitation and uneasiness, "the truth is ......"

"We've been here. ”

Miranda didn't speak.

Cohen slapped the wooden box, turned over and sat up neatly, his hands on his knees, his expression serious and ugly.

"We've not only been here, we've been involved in so much, we've witnessed so much," he sighed slowly, "Mystery, Calamity, Dragon, Prince, Assassination, Conspiracy. ”

"Someone came, someone left, someone died, someone was injured, and in the end a mess was left behind. Cohen said a little distractedly.

"Wait for someone else to clean it up, and let someone else bear it. ”

"And you know what we're left behind, you heard what Uncle Putile," Cohen's gaze turned to the lieutenant in the distance, watching him say to the soldier with two guns, "Even if we escape unharmed, the north will face ......"

"He said too," Miranda frowned, "there's nothing we can do." ”

Cohen's face darkened, his expression struggling.

"Is there nothing that can be done," Cohen snorted lightly, unconsciously clenching his fists, "or do nothing?"

Miranda didn't answer.

"That's your northern border, Miranda, the territory your family has guarded for generations. ”

The vigilante took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You also witnessed the tragic situation of that land being ravaged by war, haven't you, you and Raphael were in ...... back then"

Boom!

Miranda's scabbard slammed into a wooden box for miscellaneous items, making a heavy, muffled sound.

"Enough. ”

The female swordsman's eyes became sharp and terrifying, and her tone was full of frost: "That's it." ”

But Cohen laughed.

"You know, the Calamity swordsman we met earlier, the younger one is about your age," the vigilante officer bowed his head and raised his distinctive silver saber, "he asked me the name of the sword. ”

Miranda's eyes froze.

"'Load-bearer'," she said, looking at her classmate's saber and remembering the battles she had fought with it in the past few years, "the heirloom sword of the Kalabyan family." ”

Cohen nodded, his arm muscles straining, and he raised his weapon steadily.

Load-bearing.

"It's too heavy. Cohen was distracted, remembering the eerie castle in the family, and the old man taking it out of it.

"The day before I went to the end tower, my father gave it to me. ”

"I can't hold it up with both hands, so I can only tie a rope and drag it along," Cohen nodded, his eyes slowly focusing, remembering the past, "But the old man said ......"

"There was some weight that we had to bear. ”

His eyes became clearer and more determined: "There are some things that we can't 'stop here'. ”

At this time.

A voice familiar to both of them came.

"You know, asking for trouble for needless persistence," Raphael's relaxed, bright voice sounded behind the two of them, "and it often doesn't end well." ”

Miranda jerked her head back, and Cohen turned in surprise.

"Everyone, go to the back room. The young man of the secret department said lightly, a pair of red eyes flickering in the dim light.

"It's not time yet," Miranda frowned, "What are you doing in the backroom?"

Raphael sighed, seeming helpless.

It seems to be hesitating as well.

But he paused for only a second before raising his eyes and looking at the two of them.

"I said it," Raphael snorted coldly:

"Go and ask for trouble. ”