Faina wore an azure knight's armed suit, and the densely stitched bloated clothes could not conceal her slender figure. The splendid long blond hair was neatly bundled in the back of her head, and she had a pair of sapphire-like eyes in the middle. Exuding a natural and confident maturity, where there is still the slightest appearance of a savage noble daughter.
Brando was stunned for a while seeing this eldest lady.
Faina seemed to be very satisfied with his appearance, her eyes narrowed, like a pair of crescent moons, and said with a narrow smile: "They said you are here, you really are."
"Are you looking for me?"
"Of course, or what do you think?" But the tone was still a bit past, but Faina might as well say a little breath: "Why don't you come to me these days, you know me. right here?"
Brando looked at the eldest lady a little strangely, "The meeting is about to begin. Are you not with the Duke of Mehthofen?"
Faina was so angry that her eyes were going round, and she stared at Brando fiercely: "My father asked me to come."
Brando looked at her like this and couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, I've been too busy these days, not to mention that I am not suitable for private contact with the Cruz people, am I."
This explanation extinguished Faina's little dissatisfaction. The poor girl didn't really care what her sweetheart's excuse was. She looked at Brando tenderly with her eyes all over, and said meaningfully: "Actually, you and Cruz People come into contact privately—no, even if it's fair and honest, it's perfect."
"What?" Brando was stunned, wondering why the eldest lady started talking nonsense again without a few words.
He couldn't help looking at the knight who was walking with Faina, and the two young knights looked at him with envy. It was obvious that they were both admirers of this Mehhothoven flower. But Faina didn't mind the gazes of the two companions, and did not hide her admiration at all: "Originally, what is good about Eruin? If you are willing to join the empire, you have everything you want. "
"Isn’t the answer to this question already available?" Brando replied with a smile. If someone else asks this, he might be unhappy because of it; but the same question was asked by this lady, but He recalled the good time of the trade wind ring, and the feeling of Wenxiang in his arms still persists.
Faina felt a warm look in Brando's eyes, and her heart was slightly flushed, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she obviously remembered the same thing. She stammered, "But this time it's different."
"What is the difference?"
"what?"
"I mean, what's the difference."
Faina opened her mouth to answer, but immediately remembered what she looked like, and changed her words: "I know you are the princess who can't let go of Eruin, but I am also a princess, am I not? Although my father is only a Duke, but Meho Tofin is much older than Eruin. If you want, I can't test and think about it for the sake of the empire."
Brando was dumbfounded by this. Although I had known that this eldest lady was unusual, she was sometimes too enthusiastic. Even Antitina couldn't help turning her head to the side, her shoulders trembling unceasingly.
Medissa tilted her head and watched this scene with some fun.
Faina was also blushing cute, but the imperial people's enthusiasm and generosity were different from the Eruins after all. She still looked at Brando firmly, only waiting for an answer in her blue eyes.
But Brando shook his head: "Faina, thank you, but I am from Eruin."
Faina couldn't hide her disappointment: "But Eruins are not the emperors who cannot become Cruz people."
"What are you talking about?" Brando didn't hear the young lady's private mutter for a while.
"No, nothing," Faina realized that she had missed her mouth, and shook her head quickly: "I mean, my father really asked me to come to you. Sister Delphine is also waiting for you—"
"Oh?" Brando knew that Delphine never made jokes on major matters, and then realized that Faina might really represent the Duke of Mehthothoven, but what did he think the Duke was looking for? In addition to Faina’s bond, he and the Lord Duke were at best met by one side, not even a nodding acquaintance, and he is an Eruin, and it seems that he has a relationship with Cruz. There is no interest connection.
Moreover, he always felt that the eldest lady in front of him was a little weird, and she wanted to stop talking. This was not her original character. You must know that the arrogant noble daughter may be gone, but the outspoken personality is subtle, and it is definitely not more than enough to reverse it in a moment. The so-called nature is easy to change. This is the truth.
Brando looked at Faina suspiciously, always feeling that the eldest lady and the prime minister's daughter were weaving some conspiracy for herself—as for why it was Delphine, it was not that he looked down on the eldest lady, but that she did not. This tendon.
Faina didn't even know that her sweetheart had put a black label on herself, and she asked seriously, "You are no longer the nobleman of the Eruins, Brando."
Brando nodded. Since he took the initiative to remove the status of Tonigel-Earl Jean Dernell, it can be said that he has faded out of Eruin's noble circle. Although nominally speaking, he still has the identity of the Cardiloso family and the descendants of the Earth Sword Saint, but this identity is nothing at all, let alone he has never claimed to be himself.
Her Royal Highness gave him the status of Honorary Speaker, but this status is only somewhat binding within the territory of Eruin. It is not so much an aristocratic title, as it is an honor, a symbolic position.
He suddenly understood what Faina and Delphine meant.
The prime minister's daughter is deliberately deliberate to allow herself to attend this meeting as a Cruze.
If he insists on participating in the Alliance as an Eruin, the best choice is the status of Earl Tonigel. Even if he denies this, it will not prevent outsiders from thinking so. Because this earl represents the hero of Eruin, the legendary lord who saved the kingdom and the royal family more than once, and people talked about his "love relationship" with the princess—after all, the story of the princess and the knight has always been in the world. Ende is always prosperous-but more importantly, what people recognize is his status as the de facto regent of Eruin.
So if he attends this meeting with Haruze, whether he likes it or not, people will think that he is the leader of the meeting instead of Eruin’s royal family. This may be nothing on the surface, but it will be secretly. Cause damage to the central authority that this ancient kingdom has finally established.
Perhaps His Royal Highness the eldest princess had seen this a long time ago, but for some reason, neither she nor Haruze showed any intention of mind. Brando could understand the friendship between the brothers and sisters for them—but this question It's fine if he doesn't realize it. Once he realizes it, then he himself will not allow everything he has done in the past to be wasted.
But Brando himself also realized that he might be really innocent in politics, because he didn't want to understand this until now-not only Princess Griffith, the prime minister's daughter could not see it at a glance. The crux of the problem lies.
Brando sighed and stopped thinking about this frustrating question.
In fact, he can seek help from the Buga, and Solomon will definitely give him a place because of his identity. But this is not the best choice. After all, in the sacred pledge, the People of Silver have always been bystanders rather than participants, and what he has to do is to dominate the meeting. No one knows the Twilight Dragon better than himself.
If he participates in the peace meeting as Count Tonigel, because when Antitina rebelled against the Sadr wizard that day, the entire Vonder witnessed the dazzling holy sword, so the Eruins were naturally here. There is a dominant position in the confederacy—especially when people have learned that the holy sword Amber may be in the territory of Eruin.
But if you want to give up this advantage, then the other best choice, it seems that Cruz is indeed the only one left.
the reason is simple.
Because the sage of the Cruz people is the King of Flame-Gilt.
But the same problem exists. He frowned and asked: "But I am an Eruin after all. Even if I am with you, I don't deserve my name, am I?"
Faina replied confidently: "Brando, don't worry, Sister Delphine said that she will satisfy you."
Brando thought of the woman with nine holes in mind. Delphine was indeed not a person who could not do anything, but this time he really couldn't think of any way the prime minister's daughter could solve this difficult problem.
But whenever he thinks of that charming name, his heart is more of the touch entangled with the cold fingertips, the hot skin and the half-open eyes of the star, and the breath that is like a blue musk. .
The impression in this mind was a little indifferent at first, and even frightened him, but gradually, it became so deep.
Brando looked back at Antitina, and the lady of the staff nodded silently to him.
The light in the clouds is fading.
The grassland is low, and people gradually appear on the wasteland.
The representatives selected by the various countries of the order side began to enter the real Saint White venue.
"teacher!"
Entering the venue, two voices with the same childishness sounded at the same time.
Haruze stopped, his little hand shrunk under the thick cloak tightly grasped the scepter, and looked at the Phoenix Fire not far away vigilantly, with an expression on his face like a small animal protecting food. Huang Huo had known another student of this teacher a long time ago, and stopped to look at him curiously. She did not dodge or avoid Haruze's gaze generously, with a calm expression on her face.
"Teacher, she is..."
"She is Huang Huo, and in a sense, your classmate. According to Jiufeng, you are the senior and the elder brother." Brando certainly understood the thoughts of the little prince and reminded him: "Although Huang Huo may be far away from you in the future, but at least here, you have to take on the responsibility of protecting her."
"Then, did she learn swordsmanship with you?" Haruze asked in a low voice, frowning tightly.
"Almost." Brando replied. Of course, Huang Huo was not only learning swordsmanship from him, but he could also be regarded as his successor. In the eyes of outsiders, he is more of a swordsman, so it is not impossible to say that.
Haruze was even more disappointed, and whispered: "So if I could learn swordsmanship, then it would be great."
Brando looked at the little prince’s deeper and deeper eyes, as if the stars were embedded in them, and shook his head indifferently: "The black magic is not bad, Haruze, and maybe this is the future, let's talk about it. , I said to have confidence in yourself-at your age, your swordsmanship is not bad."
Of course, it's worse than Phoenix Fire.
"Really?" Haruze is a child's disposition after all. Although he has worked hard to be the master of a country with the maturity and stability in many cases, it is different in front of Brando. It is a combination of gratitude. Complex emotions of worship and expectations.
Brando nodded.
The venue of the Saint White Stele is actually a group of low stone pillars surrounding the stele. I don’t know who built this group of stone pillars. The grass is covered with stone slabs in a standard concentric circle, circle by circle, and the low stone pillars. Alternately—the huge white stele in the distance.
From such a close distance, this whole piece of Saint White rock seemed to have such a towering taste.
More and more people have entered the venue, and some people have noticed this direction—everything of the Eruin is now a concern, but few people can recognize Brando’s identity. People see him and Eruin. The young king talked with him, secretly trying to figure out his identity.
Compared with Haruze, Huang Huo has naturally gained more performance on the sidelines. She still serves her teacher silently—this is also the tradition of Jiufeng.
Seeing Huang Huo taking the saber from Brando and standing aside, many people were even more surprised. Over the past few days, people have gradually been able to distinguish the identities of these nine phoenixes. Huang Huo, as the master of this generation of Yufeng, Jiufeng Her Royal Highness, her status needless to say will be highly respected in the future, maybe she will be above the king's power, or she will not participate in this meeting on behalf of Jiufeng this time.
And these two important people have something to do with that young man—who is each other.
I am afraid that the only people at the scene who have no doubts about this are the Buga, Cruz and St. Osor’s wind elves. In fact, even the wind elves, there are many middle-level nobles whispering and talking about Brando’s. identity.
But just under their gaze, Brando saw Aruta.
"Mr. Brando."
Aruta hurriedly saluted Brando, Peia did not bow her head, but the proud hunter girl remembered her absurd behavior that night, her face burned a bit badly, and she quickly turned her head away-fortunately, her skin exuded healthy. The bronze radiance, blushing a little, will not be seen by outsiders.
Seeing the sons and daughters of the hunters, Brando thought of Saint Osor after the wind. He sighed slightly: "You did a great job, Aruta, Peya, I heard about your deeds in Alcash. Now, you are not sorry for the ring behind the wind in your hands, Master St. Osor will definitely be proud of you."
He looked at Lord Lorraindale behind the two again and nodded slightly to the latter. Obviously, he had heard of the glorious deeds of each other. It may not be a blessing for the two siblings to have such a teaching.
"Are you the grandson of Darus?" Isdoville faced Brando's gaze, his eyes flashed sharply.
"Exactly."
"Very well, Darus has a good descendant," Isdowell nodded and replied: "Unfortunately, the life span of human beings is too short. Your grandfather is the best opponent I have encountered in my life. But you are not bad. It may not be a good thing for the coalition to have a commander like you."
Brando knew the grievances between his grandfather and this man. In the long war sixty years ago, the commander of the coalition forces on the side of St. Ossor was this man. However, the elves have a long life and rich experience, and excellent strategists emerge in endlessly. The king of Lorrindale has become famous at least a century earlier than his grandfather. Definitely a talented person, his huge reputation in the entire temple of flames is by no means accidental.
But the words of the Elf Lord still stunned him: "What are you talking about, Mr. Isdowell?"
Regarding this question, the king of Lorrindale showed a natural smile on his pale face, but he did not answer any more, but took Aruta and Peya to leave and return to the elves.
But only this side of the fate has once again caused waves in the entire venue, and more and more people are looking in this direction.
On the contrary, the discussion within the wind elves has subsided, and it is obvious that most of the elves have recognized each other.
The legend of this Lord Earl in Eruin may not be a big deal, but his other identity is dare not to be underestimated. As the person who signed a contract with Fenghou, he holds the Holy Earth Sword and the Golden Flame Blade. No matter where it is, it is a living legend, which is awe-inspiring.
Some people turned their gazes to the Lions of Torquinin, and it was self-evident what Harangea, the holy sword of the earth, meant to the people of the Holy White Plains. Moreover, it is said that earlier, the Lions also had a bad relationship with Eruin, and they also sent people to Eruin to take the holy sword, but in the end it was nothing.
But Brando didn’t care about this, and he took Haruze and Huang Huo to continue to move forward, occasionally sharing his own experience with his two students, as he got closer and closer to the center of the venue, that part of the field of vision The size of the chalky rock is getting more and more shocking.
People retreated to both sides, and only the really important people could enter the area next to the stele-the entire Silver Bay only elected two representatives, and most small countries often only have one person to go to, but they can't enter the core area. .
Only the inheritors of the seven ancestors who can actually walk to the stone tablet and engrave their names on the sacred contract. At most, add a Nine Phoenix and a Madara.
More and more people began to guess Brando's identity.
It was finally time for Huang Huo to leave, because she had already arrived at the area where the Nine Phoenix Envoys were located-she bowed to her teacher, returned her sword, and turned away. Brando saw Fang Qi again from behind, but the guy looked a little grinning, as if he wasn't happy to comment on him.
"They're all looking at you, Brando," Faina said with joy, as she walked, watching the surroundings: "They must be guessing who you are."
Antitina shook her head, and replied calmly: "Curiosity is in trouble. When they really know our identity, they won't pay such attention again. Eruin's current importance does not mean that Egypt is important. The kingdom of Luin has become very important."
"I understand, Miss Antitina," Haruze, who was just a little erratic, shook his head quickly. In Tonigel, in fact Antitina had been his teacher for longer. For this The preaching model of a lady of the staff also has some fears: "We will face our own identities."
Antitina glanced at him and nodded.
But Faina can't tolerate Brando being underestimated-even his assistant lady can't. She retorted, "That's not necessarily."
Brando looked back at the confident eldest lady in a strange way, increasingly suspicious of her performance today: "What did Delphine say to you, Faina?"
"No, nothing." Faina was startled and shook her head hurriedly.
"nothing?"
"Delphine won't let me say, Brando," Faina was forced to a desperate situation, so she began to sell her teammates bitterly: "You won't be disappointed anyway, will you?"
"hope so."
"Brando, are you angry?" Faina asked cautiously.
The behind Medisa chuckled and hurriedly blushed and covered her mouth.
Brando also smiled helplessly: "Do I look so careful?"
"Okay." In fact, the girl was just having troubles in front of her sweetheart: "By the way, where's Ropar?" She still remembered the Salamander lord who saved her life in the Imperial Capital.
"Route took it to the world of fire elements, the river of scorching heat." Brando replied casually.
He saw Magdal in the crowd, and the nun princess also saw him at the same moment, got up quickly, smiled and nodded to him. For Magdal, Brando is not only the chosen person who is most likely to be close to the Throne of Final Throne and received the Amber Sword, but more importantly, the knight of this close friend has saved her life several times. .
But for Brando in her heart, it's far more than just being grateful.
Fortunately, no one noticed this glimpse of the distance between the two, otherwise there would have been a tumult in the venue. The Silver Bay states were the first to respond to the call of the Cruz people and the Saint-Osor wind elves to establish a coalition army. It was here. Under the leadership of the nun princess, they participated in the battle of Campbell and the battle of Alcash. At this moment, they have already played a pivotal role in this venue, and they are no longer a force that can be ignored.
"Who is Rutte?" Faina asked with some confusion.
"A little goblin, they are flame goblin, they are creatures born from the source of fire, and the fire element world is their hometown." Brando replied.
"So is the Fire Elemental Realm also the hometown of the Salamander people, so Ropar went home to visit relatives?"
Faina’s slightly delicate understanding made Brando smile a little relaxed, but he knew that the Salamander and Rutter’s trip might not be so easy and freehand. After the Battle of the Elemental Frontier, The four elemental realms have long since collapsed, and the aborigines there have fled to the material realm, and now what remains is nothing more than a deadly twisted void.
And the reason why Lut and Ropar went back was just to gain the inheritance of the fire elemental realm. Correspondingly, the other goblin and the crystal stag Malocha also returned to the shallow sea realm.
Thinking of the shallow sea, he couldn't help but think of Miss Tata, and sighed.
Faina didn't understand what he was sighing, but she didn't have time to care about it, because as Haruze left, everyone's eyes finally fell on her. Although the little prince was slightly surprised by Brando's choice:
"Teacher, are you really not with us?"
He frowned and looked very sad, and his eyes were already flashing. If he didn't remember his identity, he might cry in public.
Brando shook his head. He knew that although the little prince pretended to be strong on the surface, the weakness in his heart had not been completely eradicated. He was both the brave Princess Fussa and the one who cried at every turn. Luze-but for the kingdom's entrustment, this little boy has actually sacrificed too much.
Fortunately, there was a scream in the distance of the crowd, and a fat dragon suddenly flew over from there. Haruze and Brando both looked at Hippamila who was chasing after it with some surprise.
Only then did the little prince realize his gaffe, he wiped away his tears, saluted Brando, and then returned to his place with the attendants.
So Brando was left with only a few people around Metisa, Sister Modefice, Antitina, and Faina.
But several people are still moving forward.
The people in the venue finally recognized Faina at this time.
"It's from Cruz."
"It's strange, is there such a young man on behalf of the Cruz people?"
"Is it their eldest son?"
"No, it's not."
"Look at the sword behind him—"
Blade of Gold Flame.
The crowd suddenly fell silent.
At this moment, Brando also happened to set foot on the innermost ring of the Saint White Stele. Everyone in the inner ring turned their heads to look at this new outsider, the seven wizard leaders of the Buga, the representative of St. Osor-the king of Lorrindale and the hunter brother, Haruze and the princess. Your Highness, Magdal, White Wolf Sword Saint Frank, Druids, Toquinen Lions, Dwarf King Kalifan, and Dilphary and Manrique standing aside, Faenzan, ha Zell, Her Majesty the Queen of Madara, silver elves and even a few weird naga.
Finally, the little dragon Aloz and Frofa.
Each gaze carries a different meaning.
Some are clear, some are joyful, some are eager and some are admired, some are calm, some are scrutinizing, and even look of doubt and suspicion. Brando distinguished every gaze from it, and responded to a few of them. He glanced at Dilphary with a little surprise—he didn't expect to see the earl daughter and his captain here.
Manrique was obviously very excited. He wanted to return to Eruin a long time ago, just like Bresson, but the mission given to him by Lord Lord made him have to stay and continue to protect Dilphary.
He didn't expect that he would actually see his lord in this place.
Then Brando saw Aloz, the little dragon's golden eyes did not conceal his nostalgia, and smiled in response to his gaze.
Finally, it was Frank, and the old man nodded slightly to him.
But Brando noticed another gaze in the crowd, and that gaze slightly made him feel warm. When he looked in that direction, he happened to see a pair of green dreamlike eyes—the little girl was extremely gentle. Looking at him admiringly, his eyes were so firm, like a hope.
On the night when the fire and blood flowed in Fir Castle, he personally preserved this hope. This hope took root in people's hearts like a seed, and now it has broken out of the ground and is about to grow into a towering tree.
He smiled slightly, and suddenly understood something. Perhaps he had chosen too much and shouldered too much, but as long as he remembered the original decision, he would definitely no longer regret it in his heart.
Because he firmly believes in all justice.
He nodded to Funia, the light in the eyes of the little girl who was far away seemed to light up suddenly, and a satisfied smile appeared.
Then Brando stopped.
Looking up at the huge stone stele, he actually had a faint throbbing in his heart. He stood here, as if back in time. It was the wilderness a thousand years ago. The wind was blowing on the grass, among the waves, all around the stone. Everyone in Lili, their faces are so clear and true.
There seemed to be a sacred and solemn breath in the air.
Brando clearly felt that there seemed to be a gaze, passing through the shackles of time, looking at himself.
He stretched out his hand—
Hearing a buzzing sound, Delphine stood in the crowd, looking at this scene with a slight smile—the most flame holy ring in her hand, at this moment, actually radiated a dazzling brilliance, in the palm of her hand There was a slight tremor.
There was a wind on the grassland, and the wolves far away howled at each other.
The sound of whining, one after another.
The Lions of Torquinine stood up one by one.
The tall young lion man headed, with a shallow scar on his face, seemed to be holding a burning ball of light in his hand. It looked at this scene in disbelief, and then looked in this direction:
"Human, who are you—?"
Wind elves, Faenza people, Hazels, druids and dwarves also left the table one by one. Although some people had already expected it, this scene also shocked them.
Every ring is emitting a dazzling brilliance, and every ring is trembling as if to break free from all restraints.
That is one of the oldest stories, the sacred vow of the seven precepts of the King of Flames.
Now, their king is back.