"Silver Elf?" Brando turned his body, resting his chin with one hand, "Of course, but the friendship with the people of silver is one of the last cards I can use. I will try to avoid putting Throw this card." He asked, "Anything else?"
Antitina saw the faint yellow letterhead written by the young lord—except for sheepskin and sedge, most of Tonigel's paper came from some kind of'paper tree' in the Golan-Elsen area in the south. The locals call this tree "Duweijin", which means a tree that produces gold. Most of these papers are transported to the affluent provinces of Amperexel, West Fah, or Corcovado. But now, this trade relationship is unilaterally interrupted because of the imminent civil war-which makes the girl blink her eyes and think of the current situation. "My lord," she raised her head: "Do you want-?" She frowned when she said that, "But even if the princess's power is weak, she may not be worthy of us. Besides, compared to us. , The royal party is obviously more reluctant to offend Count Dnell."
"In a word, Antitina," Brando folded the second letter paper and crumpled it up, "But what if it wasn't by force, but by force, what would happen?" he said. Said, while throwing the paper ball out.
"Unloading?"
"This letter is indeed addressed to Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin Corcovado Odyssey," Brando replied. "The significance is that we can find a trace under the pressure of the airtight. Breathing opportunity," he turned the tip of the pen upside down, pushed the quill pen and letterhead together, and pushed it to the noble girl, "you write."
"Letter to Her Royal Highness the Princess?" Antitina took the pen and paper and took a breath, pressing the tip of the pen in her hand onto the paper: "How to write?"
"You decide the format, write the content like this," Brando snapped his fingers. "Autumn Twilight Moon, 17th, written in Tonigel, Fir Baron Territory—Ziqi Griffin Corkova Odder His Royal Highness Fes. In the battle the night before, the undead army from Mada from the side of the "Black Lord" Instaron bypassed the Southern Four Leaders and launched a sneak attack on Fir Castle-not only causing heavy casualties, but also fighting The Lord Baron Grudin was also martyred in his country. As the double status of the Lord Baron’s hospitality, the pioneering knight of the kingdom, and the lord of the Valhalla region through this place, he believed that I was obliged to temporarily take on the local defense work. After a night of fighting, the undead has now been repulsed. However, in order to prevent the undead from invading again, from today onwards, I will temporarily dominate the defense and administrative work of this place." He paused, "until the arrival of the new lord appointed by Her Royal Highness personally. —"
Brando watched the noble girls bury their heads and write seriously, whispering in their ears with the rustle of the pen.
"Continue," he said, "and I'm here to question the responsibility of Lord Dernell, why he concealed the news of Instaron's undead army staying in the south, and let the Madara army pass silently and silently. The dereliction of the four leaders. Secondly, I hope that the princess's forgiveness, and finally a magic stone recording the battlefield image is attached to the letter, to prove that the next statement is conclusive."
Antitina raised her head in a daze, "Magic Stone?" She asked, "How did this come from?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door —
The young lord raised his head, and the door opened in response. It was Flor who came in, the elder sister among the wild elf sisters—the girl looked up at the two people in the house, and then walked to Brando. "Lord Lord," she replied flatly, placing a gray-white stone ball covered with fine patterns on Brando's hand, "what you want." Miss Elf wears a corset leather armor today with a pair of underneaths. In a short period of time, with a thin golden braid wrapped around his head, the whole person looks natural and capable.
"Is it checked?" Brando asked.
Flor nodded.
Antitina recognized that the "Magic Stone" in Fro's hand was a magical item made by the wizards and craftsmen of Buja using mysterious magic skills. It can record and transmit image information. In fact, long before the establishment of the Silver Alliance, wizards and craftsmen discovered that a kind of quartz can record image data in a short period of time (one or two days), but the people of silver imported them into the magic circle, thus making it in dozens of The "Magic Stone" that kept the data during the year; the magic stone is not uncommon, but the noble girl took a closer look at the young man-"Lord Lord had prepared all this before yesterday," she thought to her heart, "Lord Lord is impulsive, but But not reckless..."
Brando collected the stone ball, and then said to Antitina: "With this letter, it depends on the reaction of Her Royal Highness Griffin Corkova Odyssey, but Her Royal Highness is a Smart man, I believe she will make good use of this opportunity."
"You are very familiar with Your Royal Highness?" The noble girl grasped the focus of the question with her unique keenness, "Lord Lord?"
"A girl who can leave the undercurrent turbulent Corcovado alone, sneak back to her own territory and use the power of the royal party to oppose her elder brother. Is this kind of mentality not mature and firm enough?" Brando turned around and replied. "Antitina, don’t forget that she’s only under sixteen this year," he paused. "Ten thousand steps back and said, the people around her will not be blind and deaf, the royal party who has experienced court struggles, no I won’t see the meaning behind this letter."
He took the letter paper from Antitina and flicked the letter paper'crashing'. "Let the Earl of Dernell vacillate between the local faction and the old and new royal parties. All parties are happy to see our variable appear and put pressure on him," Brando replied, "so this The key to the letter is not whether it is true or not, but how true it can appear. The royal party received this letter as an opportunity to force Count Dernell to express his position—"
"When you are weak, choosing to be a chess piece is certainly a good way," Antitina frowned. "But once Count Dernell is turned to the royal party, we will become abandoned pieces—"
"It's not that simple," the young lord shook his head. "Let Dernell is an old fox, with a cautious nature, he can't be easily manipulated by one party. He is indecisive, and when he is under pressure, his anger will be replaced by vigilance. Such a Come, at least temporarily our pressure will be relieved. And for a long time, as long as there is a chance to breathe, there will be variables for us—" He raised the letter paper and replied: "In the final analysis, strength determines destiny."
The noble daughter glanced at him, but then dropped her eyelids. Brando told them privately that he was just a pioneering knight, but how could a pioneering knight know so much Xinmi. For the family traditions of the nobles, the personalities are well understood, and only those noble children with special education can do it. Although the mysteries of the young people were revealed one by one, Antitina became more and more convinced that there must be a story in him.
Not only her, I am afraid that most people who follow Brando think so.
"But we killed his son," the wild elf girl was puzzled and asked, "Just forget it?"
"For an old nobleman, heirs are nothing compared to status and power." Antitina replied quietly, "Grudin is not the only descendant of Jean Denel, but out of family honor. , He will not let it go. No matter how long it is, we always have to face the army from Jean de Nell."
Brando nodded in agreement with the noble girl's words. "The chess pieces must have the value of existence," he replied: "We have to let Her Royal Highness see that we can put pressure on Earl Dernell. If we don't even have the ability to stand, no one wants to be there. You made venture capital."
"Venture investment?"
"It's like a gambler placing a bet," Brando explained. "A smart gambler doesn't just believe in luck."
Both girls nodded, indicating that they understood. But Brando put down the letterhead, opened the drawer and took out another letter from it, and said to Antitina: "Also, Antitina, you copy this letter again."
The noble girl was startled.
"This letter is for Leto and the others. Next we will have a battle with the retainers of Grudin and the Earl of Jean Dnell." The young lord replied, "Now I can only rely on the mercenaries outside. , Whether they are reliable or not is still unknown." He glanced at the door, "You know, I don't like relying on uncertain factors, so I need them to abandon their original plan and come here to join me."
Antitina opened the letterhead, read the content, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. She thought for a while, then suddenly raised her head and asked, "Those people in Green Village, how do you plan to resettle them?"
This is also a question Brando has always considered. He can see that those werewolves are willing to follow him, but they dare not speak because of their low status. But he didn't care about this. There were more than 300 people in Green Village. Because of the werewolf's natural physique and survival in the harsh environment of the Black Forest, most of these people were of Black Iron rank. Excluding other factors, it can be considered a powerful boost. So he thought about it, "The Eruins may not be able to accept the Senjas for a while," he replied, "The only way is to get them to go back to Green Village temporarily. When I find that place, it just happens that a lot of them are needed. population-"
"That place?" Both girls were taken aback.
"A fantasy country called Valhalla, you will understand soon," Brando pointed on the table with his finger, "By the way, what's the matter with those druids. I haven't asked you yet, Antiti Na."
"It was just a coincidence," Antitina replied, "When I encouraged the villagers in Green Village, I didn't expect them to come. But I think—"
She raised her head and looked at Brando.
"They are here to find Funia."
"Funiya?"
Brando frowned slightly.