"Wait a minute," Andrew saw Brando talking and interrupted him: "Lord Lord, what do you mean Valhalla has always been in this forest?"
"It's just like the surface meaning of this sentence." Brando replied.
The elder Druid shook his head, "Impossible," he said affirmatively, "If Valhalla is in the forest, we can't be unaware of it—" Andrew suddenly became alert and realized whether this was Brando's trap. His words, because they originally came only for Funia. But without paying attention, he said so much, some things even related to the core content of the oracle of Niya. He stopped for a moment, and stopped abruptly: "My lord, let's go back to the topic at the beginning!"
But Brando shook his head: "We've been talking about business," he replied, "Since Fonia has given me the full power to decide this matter, then you can't persuade me, so just don't want to take her away from this. Territory half a step." He saw Andrew raised his eyebrows and wanted to speak, but he interrupted him: "I don't have to say any more. I don't know much about you druids than you know about yourself." Lando said coldly, "Whether you are melted into the stone or the forest trail technique, I have a way to get you out, you can try it."
When Andrew heard Brando say those two spells, he gave up his plan to forcibly take away Fonia. Mortals have a very shallow understanding of druids, but the young man in front of him is obviously an exception. If he shouts out his thoughts, it must not be a mere intimidation. He hesitated and replied: "Then my lord, what do you mean? We have made it very clear. I think you should be able to believe everything we say, and even swear in the name of Lord Niya-we have no intention of hurting Miss Fonia, it's just taking her to complete the necessary rituals to become a druid."
"You don't want to light Valhalla's fire?" Brando asked.
The three druids were all choked.
"What the hell are you trying to say, sir?" The young man named Reid behind Andrew had been eager to try, and finally spoke at this moment. "Of course we want to ignite Valhalla's fire. This is what we monitor in Hessian's magic power for One of the main goals of the influence of natural boundaries. Druids believe in Master Martha, not to mention that this is the agreement we have always followed." He replied, "Forgive me for being blunt, I don’t quite understand what you mean. ."
"What I mean is very simple," Brando replied, "Valhalla has always existed in the forest!" He looked at Fonia, and suddenly reacted: "I understand, maybe you have a misunderstanding. In fact. The so-called activation of the saint in the forest is not to ignite the fire, but to activate part of Valhalla's abilities." The young man stopped here, and he leaned back on the chair for a while, showing his playfulness. With an expression on his face, crossed his index fingers and replied: "Let's make a deal."
"What deal?"
"Help me find Valhalla, I will light the fire for you—" Brando replied word by word.
"So you become the natural lord of Valhalla as a pioneering knight?" Andrew glanced at this young man, and for the first time realized the other person's true thoughts: "In fact, this proposal is not a big deal. We druids have no power. Desire, but," he replied, turning around, "I have to say it again, Valhalla is not in the forest, it is just a legend."
Brando shook his head, "Well, to put it another way, I don't want you to help me find Valhalla," he replied, "I want you to go deep into the forest to help me find a ruin."
"remains?"
Are there any remains in the forest
Reid suddenly whispered: "Elder, last time we found that ruin outside the Ring of Wind?"
Andrew suddenly reacted. He raised his head and stared at Brando, and questioned: "Are you sure that the ruin is Valhalla? But I have seen that ruin with my own eyes. It is just a fragmented ruin. Humans have gone into the Black Forest several times. It’s normal to leave the remains of the town. But we have searched the area where the ruins are located, and haven’t found anything related to fire at all.”
Brando listened and checked it in his head. He asked: "Do you mean the Ring of Wind, a monsoon walkway that surrounds the Kalanga Mountains?"
The elder druid was taken aback, then nodded.
"That's right," Brando replied affirmatively. The Valhalla he knew was built on the monsoon walkway of the Kalanga Mountains, so the abundant rain brought from the Dead Moon Inland Sea in summer can make the crops in the territory flourish. But these are not the key points. Brando suppressed the excitement in his heart, "How long ago did you find the ruins?"
Andrew was infected by his seriousness and couldn't help being serious: "It was almost three years ago."
"Can you still confirm the direction now?"
"It's hard to say," Andrew shook his head. "In fact, the discovery of the ruins was also an accident. At that time, we went deep along the Kalanga Mountains to investigate the ecology in the depths of the Black Forest. Now, if we want to find that place, I am afraid we have to Re-send the expedition team to confirm, but with a general direction, it will not take much time," he raised his head, "Is it an adult?"
Brando shook his head. "No, I don't have time right now," he replied: "This transaction is so completed, you send people to find this place, as soon as there is definite news, you will immediately notify me—" He looked at the three druids. This deal is actually unilaterally beneficial to him, but Brando knows that the druids never think so. These guys who live in the Black Forest don't care about fame and wealth. When dealing with them, you have to find out about them. Things that are of interest to you.
And Valhalla's fire is a temptation that cannot be denied for these druids.
Andrew and the two young men behind him nodded as expected. In their opinion, Brando's proposal was equally profitable and harmless to them. But Antitina has been listening to their conversation, the previous situation made it difficult for her to get in. But at this moment she finally found the room to speak. When Andrew responded to Brando’s proposal, she immediately said: "You took Phonia away, but her relatives in Green Village are now in the Baron of Fir. . And let the revenge of Earl Dernell come here at any time, haven't you considered this?"
Andrew glanced at this noble daughter, and the other party’s alarmist frowned: "Don’t worry, Lord Lord. When I return to the council, you will get assistance from the Druid side, but as we said before. , We have a condition."
Brando looked at Fonia, who nodded. "Let's talk." He just asked.
"Our duty is only to defend your power in the Fir Baron," the druid looked at the young man, as if seeing the ambition in his eyes—he knew the young man's intentions might be much more than that. But Andrew was unwilling to let the druids be tied to Brando's chariot, so he reminded: "Other than that, we will not provide more help."
He was waiting for the expected bargaining, but Brando nodded instead: "Druid has always been neutral. I'm very satisfied to be able to say that, so let's do it." He thought for a moment and added: " But to add one point, the scope of defense also includes Valhalla."
Andrew was taken aback, then nodded: "Inevitable."
Brando smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that these guys have been stupid after spending a long time in the forest. Although the old man's grasp of the human heart is far stronger than that of the Grudins, it is still nothing more than that. The druids anticipated his plan, but ignored the ambitions of other nobles. It's like the situation of Tonigel at this moment-Count Denell is determined not to give up, and war is inevitable. What's more, even if the battle is over, other nobles will still peep into a legendary territory like Valhalla. People are infinitely greedy, so once his interests are tied together, it will be sooner or later to board the chariot.
Brando knew well that he wanted to save the crumbling Eruin from his impending fate. In order to fight the astonishing historical inertia, he had to fight for more help. Tonigel's druids were an opportunity and a part of his already calculated plan. This was a step he took forward, and after this step, no matter how big or small, history would change forever.
But when he thought of this, he stopped and looked at Funya and asked: "Funya, becoming a druid is not a simple matter. Although you are the one chosen by the goddess Nya, the destiny of man is still Rely on your own control. Even if you stay here, you can learn a lot." He paused, his voice softened: "So you still have to go with Andrew and the others?"
His words made everyone look at him in surprise, especially Andrew and others. In the hearts of the three druids, Brando is no different from the other nobles in Eruin, but this moment has changed slightly. .
But Fonia hesitated, and nodded all the time. "I'm going, Brother Brando," she replied.
"Why?" Fro looked at the three Andrews suspiciously. She didn't know Brando as much about Druids—in fact, she was very annoyed by Brando's handing over Fonia to her, but Due to his own identity, it is impossible to refute it. "Aren't you okay here, Funia, why are you going to the forest."
Fonia raised a small face and looked at Antitina, "Because Sister Antitina." She replied seriously.
"Me?" The noble daughter was taken aback.
"What Sister Antitina and Dad said, you can't rely on yourself," the little girl replied crisply, "Brother Brando is very good to me, but I can't accept it with peace of mind. Uncle Andrew said. When I become a druid, I will have the ability to look at them." She paused and breathed a sigh of relief: "At that time, I will have the ability to protect the people in the village."
Brando's eyes softened.
"Good point," he replied.
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