"Have you decided?" Brando asked.
Standing in front of him were Metisa and Hippamira. Both ladies nodded, but the silver elf little princess looked firm, and the priestess was mostly a little plausible—as the shepherdess of Himmelud, the training is just Travel, in her opinion, this is probably another interesting trip.
"I wanted you and Freya to return to Eruin together." Brando frowned. He had already learned from Fucia about the perilousness of the trial itself, in a sense. He didn't want to let Metisa and Hippamilla take the risk. They could grow up slowly by staying with him. Why do they desperately
"Lord Lord, we are in the firs collar, and in the battle of Ampersel, there are many more secure choices." Metisa replied with a smile, as if recalling the stalwart figure at that time, her eyes gleamed , "But you chose the most thorny road. You left us so brave. How can you now force us to stop in front of danger?"
Brando said, "...that's different, Medissa."
"Yes, because every time you stand up to protect everyone, protect Funia, protect the villagers of Green Village, protect Her Royal Highness and Youta. And this time, it's our turn to dedicate to you, as yours Follower, don’t you have the heart to watch that we can’t keep up with you?"
"Yes," Hippamira also nodded: "Lord Lord, our journey to the Mage has been determined for a long time, but it has been delayed because of various things. Your lord The deck is so special, you give us the power of the Journeyman, and we have the responsibility to accept this trial for you. For the servants of Lord Shimirud, training is the only way to grow. , My lord, please trust me and Miss Medissa."
"My lord," Metisa said again at the right time: "Miss Hippamira is right. We are running out of time. Whether it is to protect Eruin or rescue Miss Romance, we must all become better. Strong. The silver elves have a proverb—'Vniytri Saru lardo', which means that if you don’t meet the gloomy storm above the sea, how can you witness the sky after the wind and rain? Stopping in front of danger is never the way to the strong. Before I became the commander of the Ringo Legion, I already knew the truth contained in this sentence."
She paused, her silver eyes faintly darkened: "Of course, if Lord Lord must let us stay, we can also understand your wishes, and we will still obey your instructions—"
Brando smiled helplessly, as if reading a lot from those talking eyes: seriousness, persistence, stubbornness, and a trace of attachment.
He replied: "Well, I respect your choice, Metisa, Hippamira, thank you. I can meet you, Shire, Modeface, Ropar and everyone else, maybe it is The luckiest thing for me, yes, each of us has our own way to go. You make a lot of sense, but there is only one life. You must be careful before making a choice."
"My lord," Medissa couldn't help laughing: "Before I met you, my title in the Silver Elf Legion was the Song of Cautious Silver Moon. It's an adult, and I'm often criticized by Miss Flor for being careless and disregarded. Woolen cloth."
Brando blushed. He is actually not interested in being the Lord of the Fir. It is inevitable that all kinds of mistakes will be made in his daily work. For Fro and Antiti who often have to "wipe his ass" for his negligence. For the three of Na and Roman, apart from the "amiable" merchant lady, the other two had to complain. These daily routines were naturally no secrets to Metisa and Hippamilla.
However, he also understood in his heart that Medisa deliberately brought up these embarrassments in the past to ease the somewhat dull atmosphere, so that he would not worry so much in his heart. Although this little silver elf princess is not very old, she has a clearer sense of affair and human heart than many adults. When he first met this elf girl in the Valley of the Dead, it was precisely because of this self-sacrificing kindness. A desire to protect her arose.
Brando didn't say a word, and he didn't say a lot of words in his heart. In some dim surroundings, the silver elf little princess had bright eyes, and a silent understanding seemed to spread and grow between the two of them.
Only Hippamira seems to be unable to detect this, like a large light bulb. After all, Miss Priest had a pure heart and a pure heart. She only had the respect and faith for Lord Himmelud, but she didn't have so many complicated thoughts of these two.
After a long time, Brando coughed slightly, and deliberately asked a little embarrassingly: "Song of the Cautious Silver Moon?"
Medissa blushed. This is about the only time she has boasted since she was born: "It's just a not-so-famous title. In the Battle of the Saints, many people have won the title. After all, it was a masterpiece. The war, posterity is full of awe of the war, so many weird titles will be passed down, not every one is worthy of the name."
Is it an unfamiliar title
Brando thought that if he really believed that was the hell, he had already seen that in the realm of serious nonsense, compared with her sister, the sister of Metis was obviously not too good, could it be this right? Is it the family tradition of the silver elves royal family
However, the choice between Medissa and Hippamira reminded him that the path of the Journey to the Mage was indeed a shortcut to gain strength for him. Fusia once reminded him that in his deck, except for the "Knight" of the French knight Medissa, only he himself can manipulate the land cards and artifacts that generate wealth, and the land cards and artifacts are generated. The colored mana is an indispensable resource for the travel mage. Now Medissa and Hippamira have embarked on the path of perfecting the travel mage rules, so as the travel mage himself who controls this set of cards, he It is also necessary to consciously make up the last defect of this deck.
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In the Winter Solstice Palace in Faenzan, the high-pitched dispute is humming the temple that has experienced two eras and witnessed the countless ups and downs of the temple and the empire.
In the very center of the hall, Petian III, sitting on the throne, was watching his courtiers indifferently. In the years of the Golden Flame, a great painter once painted a masterpiece-"Disputing Courtiers". Although the painting depicts the scene of the cruz dynasty in the era of Noli, it is similar to the current scene, or It is said that where there are human beings, it is indispensable to hand over interests and fight for power.
The courtiers and even the bishops wearing dark red, plain white or dark blue robes with gold rims are divided into several camps, accusing each other, criticizing each other, even blushing and having thick necks, without the slightest image of a nobleman.
Most of the words spoken are words such as'objection, disagreement, absurd, impossible', which seem to be neither nutritious nor constructive. This situation has been going on for several hours. If on weekdays, Petian III would have thrown those who dared to cause chaos out of his court, but today, it is a little special.
After a while, he straightened up from the holy seat, raised his hand, and calmed everyone down—the hall that was originally lively like the bazaar in Saipan, the largest trading port in Faenzan, was instantly quiet. The needle drop can be heard.
The courtiers dressed in their respective colors looked at each other and returned to their respective positions. The hall of the Winter Solstice Palace resembles an oval, and the highest position of the northern head is the sacred throne of Fa Enzan, which is the highest point of secular and sacred power, but From both sides of the throne down to the southernmost side, everyone has a seat, and the position is equal, which means that everyone is equal under theocratic power.
Petian III looked a little tired, because such a dispute had been going on for a whole day, but in fact, he had already reached a conclusion on this topic, but he had to give his courtiers an explanation.
"Okay, I have decided," Petian's low voice slowly sounded over the hall: "I asked you to come here not to see you discuss a result, but to answer your questions. Of course, God has given us the power to think, but thinking is a process of judging things wisely, rather than calculating a little bit of gains and losses. As my subjects and servants of God, I hope that your eyes will be longer. ."
After finishing speaking, the pope's crown scanned the oval hall with a deep gaze. In his gaze, Archbishop Jiagusti stood up.
"Your Majesty, we can understand what you mean, but the Cruz people are our opponents. Right now they are in a civil strife. We can choose to sit on the sidelines or fall into trouble, but at this time we can rashly intervene, regardless of the eldest son of the prince. Is it really possible to win, is it too rash?"
"I don't think so," another courtier stood up: "Everyone understands the icing on the cake, but it is precious to give charcoal in the snow. We invest in advance and don't pay much, but if we can weaken our old enemy, we will deal with the law. For Enzan, it's a business that won't lose money anyway."
"Hehe, the Minister of Commerce is worthy of a businessman's background, and he keeps talking about buying and selling. It's a pity that there is such a profitable trade in this world? Rodier told us in his book "The State" that there is only one country between countries. There is interest and betrayal. The eldest son of the Cruz people is the Cruz people first. Even if he really wins the throne, then he is also the Emperor of the Cruz people. These two identities make him impossible to stand from the perspective of the Iner people. Thinking about the problem, even if we have signed various treaties with him, he can turn his face down. The key is that, as two feuding countries, we lack the necessary means to restrain him. Under such a premise, I am not optimistic about this. The so-called buying and selling."