Because there is no fief, these new aristocrats and traditional aristocrats have no common interests. In fact, because the emerging aristocrats almost have a relationship with the royal family, they are almost innately opposed to the traditional aristocracy. However, the upstarts of Eluin are not in the climate for the time being, and one day they will become the strength that the princess can rely on.
Brando didn't guess wrong, the young man in front of him was called Hainf, and his father was a royal attendant. This position that could no longer be inconspicuous in the aristocratic ecology of Eruin in the past, now holds true power-and it is said that her Royal Highness deliberately imitated the reformed system of the Cruz Empire and re-established the post of Prime Minister. Although Hainf does not expect his father to be the prime minister of the kingdom-the prosperity of the bureaucracy means that in the future his father can go to a higher position in this system, at least not for his entire life in the position of royal attendant. nameless.
And with the gradual rise of the royal party, the status of his own father, who had been with Macaro, has also risen. Although the official position has not changed, Hainf's father has won the trust of Overwell. He is almost the prime minister of the empire, but he has not been given that title for the time being.
The status of the family has also jumped a thousand feet from this. It was originally just an unknown little nobleman, but now it has faintly developed in the direction of a family. His eight-year-old brother was also sent to Tonigel, where he studied and grew up in the estate of the prestigious Earl, and was placed high hopes by the family. Huinf himself had no ambitions and was not jealous of this. It seems that the noble title of the future may not necessarily be hereditary, and he only likes to associate with the nobles, and he is also happy to see the success of the family status promotion.
Hainf noticed Brando in the hotel early. Although the young man didn't look like a nobleman in his clothes and behavior, he had a natural demeanor that was hard to ignore and even unforgettable. Huinf didn't know that it was Brando's half of the soul and habits of modern people at work, and since he stepped into the realm of sages, the breath radiating from his body has become more natural and natural.
Just like a sage like Ellanta, no matter how simple his dress is, no matter how ordinary his appearance is, he will still be noticed in the crowd. Unless the latter deliberately hides it, the majestic aura is as obvious as a bright moon in the dark night.
However, this is not enough to call Hainf to see him in person. The fruits are just a gesture of kindness from him. He does not need to tell Brando to know his existence, but after seeing Brando take the initiative to teach the drunkard , Hainf's heart moved slightly, and finally couldn't help standing up.
"Hello, are these two lovely little ladies yours?"
"They are my sisters."
Huinf showed a daze. He actually didn't care about the identity of Lian and Ling, this was just a starting point. Although these two little elf girls did make him a little curious, they were just curious.
Ling and Lian looked at Brando slightly in surprise, probably not expecting him to say that.
"Your Excellency is passing through Malos?"
Brando nodded and looked at this guy with some curiosity. There have been a lot of people chatting with him on the way, but most of them are unkind, either because of the desire for money, or the pair of half-elf sisters around him. Unscrupulous.
But the young man in front of him didn't look like he was short of money, and he didn't seem to be malicious. He took the initiative to raise a toast, which meant to thank the other party for the hospitality. Obviously, the fruits stored in the magic cellar came from before him. This young man.
"Me too," replied Hainf. "It looks like your Excellency is from Eruin, I am Hainf of the Montolo family, and my father is Derek Montolo."
"Sophie."
"Sophie?" Hainf froze. It didn't sound like an aristocrat's name, and the other party didn't declare his family background. He knew he might be a little abrupt, but fortunately he didn't care.
"It looks like Mr. Sophie just returned from escape from Madara?"
"How do you know I came back from an escape?" Brando couldn't help laughing, and motioned for the other person to sit down.
Hainf didn't refuse, and sat down and asked, "Mr. Sophie, is the situation in Madala okay? Is the Hainan of the Dead Moon really as bad as the rumors?"
Brando is still a little strange. There are not many Eruin people interested in Madara. Although the two countries are so close, and Eruin has suffered from the war that has ignited Madara for a long time, it is a strange phenomenon. It is this kingdom that goes from nobles to civilians, and hardly many people have really studied their neighboring countries.
Even some folk rumors are mostly false bedside stories, which are full of descriptions of Madara's undead blue-faced fangs, but there are very few people who really know the details of this dark country.
He wondered whether it was said that the rumors of the four or seven in Madara had spread to Eruin so quickly, and the rumors spread fast enough, and it was only two or three months since the first battle of Mehtophan. And that was what happened in the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea.
As he thought, he shook his head and said: "My sisters and I came from near the nag jacket. There are indeed crowded with refugees. Most people want to cross the sea to the Yinwan area or Baishan, and really go like us. There are very few people in Eruin. I chose to go by land, but the mountain roads near Karasu were almost completely closed, so we had to detour south of Bodo and enter Eruin through the northern edge of the Kalanga Black Forest."
Brando described his journey along the way half-truth, but the reason why he detoured Hakata was not because Karasu's mountain trails were blocked by the highland knights, but because it was closer to Tonigel.
But this rhetoric sounded natural to Hainf. He could imagine how difficult and dangerous this short journey was. The journey from Nagto to Malos was almost full of mountains and mountains, and the journey was no less than a thousand miles, and there was almost nothing along the way. In a civilized area, this young man and his sister were lucky to be here on the one hand, and on the other hand, it also shows that the other party's strength is indeed good.
He couldn't help but sighed: "Then your luck is really good."
"Oh, what?"
"It now seems that you didn't choose to go to Baishan and Silver Bay like everyone else. It was the right choice," Huinf lowered his voice: "Mr. Sophie probably doesn't know yet, something happened to Baishan."
"What's the matter?" Brando frowned. He did hear some wind along the way, but because he had been on the edge of civilization, he had no time to care. In addition, these false rumors are now widely spread in the northern part of Madara. Some of them are obviously nonsense, but they still have a large audience.
"The army of the elves who allowed the undead to enter suddenly attacked the White Mountain and killed the mountain king Xalifinger. Thousands of local residents were said to have been killed, most of which were the elves of Alice Anna. St. Osor The elf king's court was furious for this. Now the elves have closed their borders, and it is said that they are about to go to war with the undead of Madara."
"It's impossible!" Brando said categorically. The undead in Baishan must be the main force of the Bromanto Black Rose led by Queen Madara. This undead army is waiting for discussion in the Four Realms Conference. As a result, to decide whether to stay.
How could they suddenly attack the wind elves at this moment? Unless something happened in the Four Realms Conference, it was still impossible. In his impression, the Majesty of Madara was definitely not such an impulsive person.
His reaction frightened Hainf: "This is indeed unbelievable, but the news is true. It has already spread in Eruin. I heard that it was because the wind elves did not allow Madara to be east of their kingdom. Caused by footfall in the wilderness."
Brando shook his head. This is ridiculous, and Queen Madara will definitely not suddenly get into trouble for this reason. But if the rumors are true, then things become more complicated. The undead actually killed the mountain king Xalifinger. The hero of the White Mountain was still alive until the middle of the second age in the original history. He was among the elves. The prestige is extremely high, and he is still a member of the Elf King. If he really died in the hands of the undead, then the hatred between Saint Osor and Madara would never be subdued.
He frowned, faintly feeling that something was beyond his expectations. He suddenly felt a sense of urgency and wanted to return to Eruin as soon as possible. The change in this matter may not be as simple as it was seen on the surface. He instinctively felt that there might be the shadow of the Twilight Dragon behind it. If that was the case, Eruin might also be in danger.
Brando hasn't forgotten that Lord Martha told him before leaving that the final throne is on that blessed land. And what the real purpose of the Dragon of Twilight was, he couldn't be more clear.
He didn't worry about anything else, but if the Dragon of Twilight used the same method to assassinate the princess or anyone around him, it would be a loss he could not bear.
The face of the young man in front of him suddenly turned gloomy, making Hainf feel that the topic was a little unsustainable. In fact, he even felt a sense of suffocation. "... What's going on?" Hainf was horrified in his heart, why this young man just frowned, as if it made him feel the illusion that the sky outside was darkened, and that feeling was even in him. In front of a serious father, I never experienced it.
He was sitting subconsciously, with sweaty palms, and was trying to find something to end this terrible conversation, but his mind seemed to be blank, and for a while, his original smooth negotiation ability seemed to become dry, even what he originally wanted to say. forgotten.
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