Vol 2 Chapter 228: Asking for trouble

Chapter 228 asks for trouble
Long Yucheng, the Temple of the Moon, in a remote room.
Putilai looked at the busy Star Soldiers not far away and couldn't help but sigh for a long time.
In his first half of life, he has not experienced no failures—in fact, the failures he has seen are even more terrible and more costly.
For example, twelve years ago.
But now...
Putile suddenly felt that the pipe in his hand was heavy and he lost his desire to take a sip.
This is very rare for him who is a smoker.
King Kaiser, who is based on his own blood, tries to eliminate the scourge of war. It should have been a generous and sincere gesture of the country.
It has now turned into a disaster.
The prince was involved in the death of the king of Exeter, bringing the worst situation that should have been avoided.
To make matters worse, the comet royal family will once again suffer a huge reputation.
After the child returned to the stars, he had to face... Putilie remembered the frustration of Tyres and was in a dim mood.
He silently reached out and knocked out the burning tobacco in the pipe.
Sorry, Gilbert.
In addition to taking him out of danger, I have nothing to do.
Just like watching the death of His Royal Highness.
Let you down, old friend.
Again.
When Putilit was reminiscing about the past, the recruit Willow interrupted his thoughts.
"Lord Lord!"
"What's wrong?" Putilla raised his eyebrows.
"Please go to the back hall, that is the hall we came in." Wei Luo seems to have some unclear status, but he still faithfully executed the order: "This is His Royal Highness..."
"command!"
Putila's expression changed.

Cohen packed up his clothes and checked the weapons for the last time.
"You are not going to ask Raphael anymore?"
The police officer looked at Putier, who was talking to the stars soldiers in the distance, sighed and turned his head to the side of Miranda:
"You know, about the sword of disaster, about the secret, about his hand..."
Speaking of this, I remembered that my friend who was a swordsman had been alive and abandoned his hands, and did not know when to turn his hands into such a monster, Cohen could not help but bite his teeth.
What did the guy experience?
Miranda, leaning against the wooden box, slowly blinked from the false shackles.
Her eyes are quiet and her face is natural.
But the voice is hoarse.
"No, he has made a decision," the female swordsman whispered. "Some things, asking again is just futile."
Cohen looked at Miranda's expressionless face and wanted to say something. In the end, he just shrugged and lowered his sword.
After a few seconds, the alert officer whispered:
"So how do we return with the tower?"
"I have encountered three scourge swordsmen in Longyan City, one of which...Is the identity unknown?"
Miranda has a look.
"What about you?" she said faintly.
Cohen gave a slight glimpse.
"I want to say..."
The alert officer sighed deeply and his eyes became firm.
It seems like a determination.
"Let the terminal tower go to hell, so I have been out of it for so long," Cohen shook his head and snorted: "I have never seen a sword of disaster - everything is a conspiracy of Kaslan, and the report is finished.

Miranda showed a faint smile.
"If Master Jedi knows the truth, he will be mad."
"So this is for him," Cohen raised his eyebrows. "His best student is worried about his mood and is determined to let him worry less."
Miranda raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes.
After a long while, Cohen spoke again and his voice was low.
"Miranda, you said, three years," the police officer lost the floor: "How can a person change so much?"
Miranda blinked again, this time, her eyes were full of complex meanings.
"I'm not just talking about Rafael," Cohen inserted the long sword back into the scabbard and looked worried: "And Croweer."
"I still remember the days when I was slain with her. The man, the favorite thing to do is to swear at me." He was annoyed.
Miranda tilted his mouth.
That's because she likes you and dare not say it.
Miranda rolled her eyes and immediately saw it in her heart.
Not just you, Cohen.
Not just you.
I also studied with her at the same time, lying in the same room, playing with the wind and rain, and reading while staying up late.
The girl who once smiled and laughed and had a temper.
Croy Ash.
"Maybe they haven't changed," Miranda frowned slightly, his voice groaning, and seemed to have deep meaning. "It's just that we unintentionally discover the other side of them."
Cohen snorted.
"What kind of 'other side'," he said helplessly: "will lead to betrayal and lies?"
Miranda changed her arms and held her sabre back in her arms.
"I don't know," she said, "but it shouldn't be a light thing."
She remembered the brand of Raphael's hand.
Crowe, what have you experienced?
Cohen gave a long breath, and the whole person leaned back and learned how Miranda looked like he was leaning on a wooden box.
"So, is this finished?" Cohen intentionally or unintentionally.
Miranda's face was slightly moving, and he came back: "What is it?"
Cohen paused for a second, his eyebrows swaying and seemed to be thinking.
"Dragon City," he said quietly: "We were cheated here..."
"Become a of others, a scapegoat for conspiracy, and the assassination of the king."
"Became the cause of the war."
Miranda was silent.
She understands Cohen's character and knows what Cohen wants to say.
but……
"So we are making up." Miranda's eyes are clear, definitely authentic.
"Escape from here as soon as possible, escape the control of the enemy, and refuse their use," Miss Aaronde's speech speeded up, and the accent was strengthened: "When we have not been to Exeter, we have not been to Longyan City."
It seems unquestionable.
Cohen did not answer immediately, he was silent for a few seconds, his eyes condensed in the dark air.
"But Miranda," Cohen finally spoke gently, seemingly hesitant and upset: "The truth is..."
"We have been here."
Miranda did not speak.
Cohen took a wooden box and sat up and sat up with his hands on his knees. His expression was serious and ugly.
"We have not only been here, but also participated in so many, witnessed so much," he sighed slowly: "secret, disaster, dragon, prince, assassination, conspiracy."
"Someone came, someone left, someone died, someone was hurt, and finally left a mess." Cohen was somewhat distracted.
"Wait for others to clean up and be taken by others."
"And you know what we left, you heard what Uncle Putille said," Cohen's gaze turned to the distant deputy, looking at him and talking to the soldier with a double gun: "Even if We have escaped safely, and the North will face..."
"He also said," Miranda frowned. "We can't do anything."
Cohen looked awkward and struggled.
"It's powerless," Cohen snorted and unknowingly clenched his fist: "I still have nothing to do?"
Miranda did not answer.
"That is your northern border, Miranda, the territory that your family has guarded for generations."
The police officer took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You have also witnessed the terrible situation of the land being ravaged by war, isn't it, you and Raphael were there..."
Boom!
Miranda's scabbard smashed a wooden box that contained debris and made a heavy muffled sound.
"enough."
The eyes of the female swordsman became sharp and terrible, and the tone was full of frost: "Come here."
But Cohen smiled.
"You know, the swordsman we had encountered before, the young one is about the same size as you," the police officer bowed his head and raised his unique silver sword. "He asked me the name of the sword."
Miranda has a gaze.

‘Heavy loader’,
she looked at the sabre of the classmate, remembering the contest with it over the past few years, faintly saying:
The biography of the Karabyan family.

Cohen nodded and his arm muscles forced him to lift his weapon steadily.
Weight bearing.
"It's too heavy." Cohen was so fascinating that he remembered the gloomy castle in the family and remembered the old man taking it out from inside.
"The day before I went to the end of the tower, my father gave it to me."
"I can't hold it with my hands, I can only drag the rope and drag it away," Cohen nodded, his eyes slowly focused, recalling the past: "But the old man said..."
"Some weights we have to bear."
His eyes are getting clearer and more determined: "Some things, we can't ‘here’.

At this time.
A voice that both people are familiar with is incomparable.
"You know, asking for trouble for unnecessary insistence," Rafael's relaxed and bright voice rang behind the two. "There is often no good result."
Miranda jerked back and Cohen turned around in surprise.
"Everyone, go to the back hall." The youngsters of the Secrets faintly said that a pair of red dragonflies flickered in the dim light.
"Time hasn't arrived yet," Miranda frowned. "What are you going to the back hall?"
Rafael sighed and seemed helpless.
It seems to be hesitating too.
But he only paused for a second, then raised his eyes and looked at the two.
"I said," Rafael snorted:
"Go and ask for trouble."
This chapter is sent out before twelve o'clock, and there is a chapter to see if it can be sent out before two in the morning.
Well, I saw the 10,000 starting point of Rworacle's reward...
Well, the old rules, and then owe a chapter.
(End of this chapter)