Vol 2 Chapter 226: Save the country

Chapter 226 saves this country
Rafael is spreading a map and carefully studying the route above.
The inside of his right arm is still faint, as the black prophet said, the power, he used too often.
The insatiable blood-sucking monster.
Raphael frowned slightly.
But he immediately let go of this thing - he has too many things to worry about.
For example, these messes in the North.
Another example is the little boy behind him.
Raphael sighed and rolled up the map from Longyan to Qiyuan, and then looked at the second prince standing next to him.
But just as he turned around, he was keenly aware that Tyres’ expression was a bit wrong.
I saw Tyres frowning and staring at Raphael in a complicated look.
"You should go to rest, we will not be calm," Rafael was somewhat uncomfortable with him. He couldn't help but say: "You better have enough spirit..."
But Tyres just stared at him, his eyes slowly turning to Raphael's hands.
When the youngsters of the Peruvian family began to be impatient, the second prince gently opened:
"The one who abolished your hands is the Duke of the North, Val Allend."
"right."
Raphael’s breathing was slightly stagnation.
His face twitched a little, and then turned into a relaxed smile: "No guessing is not..."
Tyres interrupted him.
"The punishment on your hands, I know the letter."
Tyres silently said:
"That is the ancient imitation of the imprint, A."
"The Aaronde family representing the white eagle."
Raphael’s words were blocked and his face was stiff.
After a few seconds, the man of the secret department exhaled a sigh of relief, silent.
For a long while, Raphael turned his eyes.
"It seems that the fox has taught you very well," he said, faintly, as if he didn't care: "Although it was only a short month."
Tyres, who got the default answer, took a deep breath and remembered what had just been told by his little slicker.
"I used to listen to Val Allend. He cooperated with Rumba and winning the throne is only the first step."
Tyres looked sharply at Raphael's eyes.
"More importantly, it is to cast a north without war."
The second prince whispered: "For example, his daughter will marry the son of Lombard, the first step of reconciliation between the two kings of the Millennium and the two kings, the stars and the dragon will slowly merge into one, and the north will enjoy peace forever.

Raphael did not move.
He just listened quietly to the words of the prince.
Tyles looked at his expression and suddenly showed a complicated smile.
"I guess, when he found out that his daughter had a low-profile lover, he would have been very upset," Taylor sighed, his eyes not falling from Raphael's face, whispering: "And still a wasteland Bone."
Rafael, who has always had a rare expression, heard it here and finally frowned.
"So the Duke of Aarond abolished the hands of your sword as punishment and warning," Tyres looked at Raphael's hands and slowly shook his head: "He took your most important thing and destroyed a sword." The pride and trust of the scholars, right?"
Raphael bowed his head.
At that moment, his hands seemed to be burning.
That was when the hot soldering iron went deep into the bones and flesh and blood, from the depths of the bone marrow, the unforgettable burning pain.
As if it was yesterday.
not only these……
And after that, in the endless dark abyss, the days of struggling in the boundless hell.
Raphael's gaze condensed in the air.
Take the most important thing?
From the promising end of the tower seed, become a waste person?
Still crawling out of the most terrible torture?
Do not.
Raphael’s distracted gaze refocused.
"You should put your intelligence and intelligence in the place you use." The youngsters of the Secret Society responded to their normal faces and said faintly.
But Taylor still does not care: "Why did he spare your life?"
"He has no reason to spare you... is Rafael, who has disappeared since then, isn't it good?"
Raphael closed his eyes.
He seems to have returned to the nightmare cell.
Taylors waited quietly for his answer.
Raphael opened his eyes and his eyes were calm and waveless.
"A long time ago, I saved his daughter's life. He was very grateful to me," the man of the Secrets replied in a slow voice: "But Val is a stubborn and strong person. If I don't take my life, it is his maximum." Kindness."
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.
"This explains it." he murmured.
Raphael's eyes moved: "What?"
I saw the second prince slowly leaning against the wall, feeling lost and lonely.
"Your Majesty is very satisfied, is it?"
Tyres sighed and said, his voice was not as low as he said it from his mouth.
Raphael frowned. "What is it?"
Tyres slowly sighed and slowly said what he had just figured out.
"Duke of Arunde."
"His innocent heart and squatting... and his ultimate failure and imprisonment."
Tyres is astounded: "All this happened, it was in the middle of Kaiser. - I mean the father is in his arms, isn't he? He is very satisfied with the Duke's move."
Raphael frowned and looked at Tells with dignity.
this boy……
"I can't understand your unreasonable words, Prince Teres."
The youngsters of the Secrets warned: "And, it’s not good to speculate on your intentions - this is advice from the Secret."
Tyres snorted and seemed to care.
The prince stepped forward and his face was complex, and Rafael’s eyes were gradually becoming clear.
"So, he is really satisfied, and he is very much looking forward to Aaron's rebellion."
"He is looking forward to the wrong and crazy step of the Duke of the North," Taylors sighed. "I even wondered if he had expected it and let him go."
"Therefore, I was able to justify my name and put Aaron to prison."
Raphael’s brows wrinkled more and more tightly:
Expect? Expect?

The man of the secret department disdainfully stunned and seemed to hear the most ridiculous thing.
"You think too much……"
"Why did he want to expect the Duke of the North to go to prison? Looking forward to Aaron's embarrassment? If he knew everything, why should he let the situation worsen, let the Duke of the North really set foot on the road of rebellion, and let the North face danger? Rafael shook his head: "I said, don't be fooled..."
Tyres squeezed his fists.
He slowly increased the volume, seems to have gathered the resentment and grievances of these days:
"Because he has both the need and the opportunity, isn't he?"
What Rafael had to say was stopped, and he looked at the undulating prince, slightly surprised.
"Miranda told me that His Majesty has sent a bureaucrat to stabilize the situation in the North." Taylors gasped and could not stop shaking his chest.
"It sounds very reassuring."
"But this is the key - His Majesty sent his official residence," Taylors raised his head, and he clenched his teeth, showing Kessel's persevering face. "Tell me, Raphael."
The prince stared at Raphael and stared at his red dragonfly.
Thales couldn't help but think of the one-eyed dragons of the South Poussie, remembering what he had before he left.
[You are too young to look at your father, too small to see the king of the iron fist, too small to see the fear of giving him up and down the stars. 】
"If there is no assassination of Prince Morar, there is no pressure from the war of Exeter, no Aaron's embarrassment and then go to jail, and there is no northward situation where the dragons are incapable of doing anything. Without this series of blows, the northern environment will be changed. It’s dangerous and weak,
the prince’s lips opened and closed, and he said:
He can still...

Tellston a bit.
Raphael’s eyes fell slightly.
Tyres clenched his teeth, or forced himself to finish the rest:
"He can still use the name of the enemy in an unimpeded manner, on the grounds of war, to warn and punish the rebels..."
"The dispatch of the king's direct bureaucrats and nobles to the Cold Fort..."
"It is a matter of course to increase the standing force to the fortress, and then take over the important territorial affairs of taxes, referees, land, etc..."
"Until the comet royal family completely replaced the Duke of the North in prison..."
"Is the northern border of the Aaronde family's generation ruled completely into the bag of royal power?"
Tyres, who said these words hard, only felt a pain in his head and could not help but sway.
He held the wall with one hand and pressed his forehead with the other hand.
Val Allen, Kessel's Comet...
The excitement of the Exeter Mission, everything in the Hall of Stars, its own appearance and self-righteous breaking...
Now it seems that all are...
all……
Taylors felt that his forehead was getting more and more painful.
There, a piece of memory debris emerges uncontrollably and falls into the vast sea of ​​memories.
Only a few words, but chilling pieces.
Zheng Bo...
Zheng Burke paragraph Yu Yu.
"Being the biggest and most important eye and co-conspirator of His Majesty, the kingdom secret..."
"Tell me, is that true?" Taylors opened his eyes and tried to restrain his voice, but despite this, he kept people in half a room back.
Raphael has not spoken for a long time.
But the prince seemed to be very patient. He stared at the people of the Secrets motionlessly, and his eyes filled with incomparably complex feelings.
Finally, Rafael sighed for a long time, his expression was full of the same complex and subtle infinite emotions, spit out a few words that were powerless and helpless: "No comment."
This is an answer that is not like an answer.
But the prince has got the news he wants to know.
At that moment, Tyres relaxed like a deflated ball.
He leaned against the wall unconsciously and his face was stiff.
"Why," Raphael looked at Taylors indifferently, with a hint of dignity in his words: "Why would you think so?"
Tyres snorted subconsciously.
"Although you have said it many times, don't listen to the red witch." The prince's voice is very tired, like another person is saying: "But you have to know that lies that are enough to shake people are based on certain facts. ""
Raphael is slightly discolored.
"Kashan said to Miranda," Taylors closed his eyes and exhaled a breath: "If you don't want this land to be taken away by despicable means," Northland belongs only to the Northland people'- - Now I understand."
"The red witch is not without aim."
He repeatedly smiled and laughed: "The people who want to capture the North from Aaronde are not only Exeter, not only Lumba."
"I didn't think so much until I heard a long time ago about the history of ‘Yinjun’, 闵迪思三,
said Tyres,
I have a lot of doubts in an instant.

Raphael frowned slightly.
Xianjun?
"Looking at him..." Taylor's mouth twitched slightly. He tried to recall the appearance of the king of the iron fist, but it appeared in his mind, often with his cold and solemn voice, short and powerful action.
"He is not afraid that the Exeters really... really big south?"
"Don't be afraid of them taking the North?"
Tyres squeezed his fist and squeezed the scar from his hand.
Raphael sighed slightly.
"Excuse me, Your Highness." Raphael whispered.
"If it's not because of your unexpected behavior, including the opportunity to contact the doctor about the darkroom, and the inexplicable appearance outside the Palace of the Spirit," the young man of the secret department shook his head slowly: "The current Exeter should follow our expectations." , turned into a mess."
Taylor didn't know how to laugh.
His chest trembled and his laughter continued, meaning it was unknown.
"He has always been so dangerous, so crazy?" The prince was powerless: "Is it still from the year?"
Raphael did not speak.
But he didn't understand, what the is this.
Taylors finally chuckled and his eyes were on the ground and his expression was unknown.
"About the affiliation of the North... does Miranda know?" He converges with a smile and whispers: "Does she know that you are also in it?"
This time, Raphael was dead in the same place.
Miranda.
That girl.
"Nothing... tell." Raphael is still the same sentence, but this time, his words have not stopped and trembled.
Raphael's red dragonfly trembled and his breathing accelerated.
Miranda.
Like a girl with a delicate mind and a keen sense...
How could she possibly...
Raphael closed his eyes.
How could you not know?
"If you are just doing this..." In the heavy gasping, the men of the Peruvian team tried to end the conversation.
But he was interrupted again by Thales.
"help me."
Gently two words.
Short.
powerful.
But there is no eclipse and no loss.
Raphael gave a slight glimpse.
Ok?
"What?" The secret person came to blink and looked at the prince in confusion.
In front of his eyes, Taylors slowly raised his head.
"I said," the prince's voice completely removed the previous hesitation and weakness, became decisive, determined, and unquestionable:
The prince projected a rare look from a pair of ashes and confronted Rafael.
"I need your support, Rafael Lindberg, help me convince them..."
"help me!"
Raphael was actually stunned.
"What are you going to do?" The man of the Secret Division asked subconsciously, even the title was forgotten.
Tyler chuckled, his hand had already left the wall, and the whole man stood firmly on the ground, looking directly at Raphael.
His face was full of open-mindedness and relief.
Raphael suddenly surprised to find that Tyler was different at this time.
His eyes are full of unprecedented looks.
It seems to be burning with a blazing flame.
Never go out.
"Whether you or me, whether it is a secret or a kingdom," Tyres slowly said, his face was like ice, his tone was like iron, full of rare decisions: "No matter whether it is an accident or a failure, my mistakes are good, you Negligence..."
"But after we worked hard for so long, we have paid so much, after going through so much..."
"You are willing to lose all your chips to Lombard."
"Put the kingdom to the abyss of war?"
"You will be willing to accept this sad situation, by default this bad ending?"
"It’s here, you..." Raphael raised his brow and looked at the prince like this. He only felt awkward in his heart: "What else do you want to do?"
"What else can I do?"
Taylors showed him a mysterious smile.
At that moment, Rafael was the first time to know the prince of the stars who had returned from the accident and brought countless accidents.
It was not the helpless little boy who was pushed by the wave in the room.
It is not the Jedi prince who is struggling to fight in the hall of the stars.
It is not a marionette struggling in a game of power.
It is Prince Taylor.
The unique Taylors comet.
"What do you want to do?"
The Prince of Stars faintly opened, as if facing the front, but a small question: "Of course..."
In front of Taylors, there was a sudden appearance of Chaman Rumba and his persevering face.
The prince’s eyes lit up and blurted out:
"Go to save this country."
This chapter is a good reward for Rudolf_Zero. (I have actually added more to the trough, plus more and more wood!)
When I wrote the last paragraph, I didn’t know why I was always playing.
First of all, I remembered that "in my BGM, no one can beat me." NG laughs many times.
Then I think of the following small theater:
[The prince of the stars faintly opened, as if facing the front, but a small problem: "Of course..."
"Of course, choose to forgive her!"
(End of this chapter)