"He is showing us good." Macaro replied concisely.
"It's interesting." Earl Violet smiled. Although the young man acted impulsively, he was not reckless. It was indeed very interesting; and the other party sent this letter at this ingenious time, which seemed to him to be extremely wonderful.
This is obviously no coincidence.
Baal raised his head and glanced at Macaro on the side, thinking that this old fox must have seen this too. But what does the other party want
If you want practical support-a piece of letterhead that doesn't even count as a certificate, it would be too naive. Those who can send such a letter are probably not so naive.
But if all he wants is a promise from the royal party and the princess forces, how is he going to resolve the actual crisis afterwards
With nothing but white teeth, there is no way to resist thousands of troops—
Earl Violet suddenly became very curious. This young man's move was like walking a tightrope, which was dangerous and irritating. But what makes him even more interesting is that—he is still the first time he can't see the result of one thing.
interesting.
"It's just that we want us to shelter him from the wind and rain," Li Woods frowned: "There is such a good thing, your Royal Highness, if we promise him, we will greatly offend Earl Dernell."
Princess Griffin frowned, making the name Earl De Nell not a reliable ally for her, more like a knife hanging behind her back.
But this old guy hasn't expressed his attitude after all. As her teacher said, it would be unwise to push him to the side of Wang's eldest son instead.
"Huh, an old fox." The half-elf girl rubbed her forehead anxiously.
"I don't think that young man didn't know this," Macaro thought for a moment, and interjected: "He and Count Jean Dernell are more important in our hearts-he doesn't understand."
"Macaroqin, what do you mean—" Princess Griffin groaned slightly, her silver eyes gleaming slightly. She looked at the letter on the desk.
"In that case, why did he send this letter?" Macaro asked back: "I don't think it was used to mock our intelligence—"
This playful remark made the Count Violet smile slightly.
Princess Griffin's expression also softened.
Only Li Woods snorted softly.
"That's the case. The so-called shelter from the wind and rain also has two meanings." The Earl of Baal agreed with Macaro's point of view. "I think this young man shows his favor to us, but he doesn't want to take refuge in us. He knows his identity very well. ."
"Then what does he want to do?" Master Lewoods raised his snow-white eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled. Although he is the chief court magician of Eruin, he has devoted his life to learning more advanced magic skills, and he still lacks understanding of the battles between the nobles.
"What does he want to do? Hasn't he already written clearly?" The Violet Earl smiled slightly.
Although Master Lewoods is not good at contemplating people's hearts, he is a wise man who can come to this point on the road of wizards after all. After a brief reminder, he will come to realize: "You mean, he wants us to admit these words?"
He frowned. Although he didn't have a good impression of the young man, he had to say that if the other party's goodwill could be obtained in this way, then the investment was still very cost-effective.
The old man knew his identity—he was first the court mage of Eruin, the mentor of the half-elf princess in front of him, and then the wizard Li Woods. Personal likes and dislikes must be placed after the interests of this group.
“You don’t have to admit it, you just acquiesce.” Macaro is the one who sees Brando’s intentions most clearly: “This young man’s goal is very clear. It drew all the crowds to attack."
"But his behavior is already challenging all the nobles. No one has ever dared to occupy the territory of a legal noble. This precedent—" The old man shook his head with some worry.
"This young man didn't take it." Count Baal shook his head and said a little bit amused.
Macaro glanced at him, wondering why the Violet Earl, who had never had a preference, would favor the young man. But he replied: "It depends on how other people understand it. The most important thing is how we understand it. Sometimes an excuse is completely different from being naked." Macaro replied, "Thaksin The above said, has your Royal Highness seen the magic stone that records information?"
"I've seen it." Griffiy nodded: "There is indeed Madara's army, more than one and a half," the half-elf girl snorted softly, "Let's make the difference between Count Denel and Madara. Dirty, I don’t want to ask too much, but—"
She did not finish the following, but the meaning of dissatisfaction in the words was already very obvious.
"Prepared well." The Earl of Barre said Brando, and he admired the young man more and more.
"Then let's see what benefits we can get," Macaro's expression became serious: "We can't give up making Earl Dernell, the young man knows this very well. But one thing surprised me."
Everyone looked at him, waiting for the sly fox to follow.
"He seems to see the relationship between us and Count Jean-Dennell. His meaning at this level is to make himself a chess piece."
"Pawns?" Master Li Woods was puzzled.
"Awesome!" Count Baal's eyes lit up, and he didn't even see the meaning: "This is a good move to force Count Dernell!"
"Yes," Macaro nodded, different from the surprise of the Violet Earl—he was a little frightened, not to mention how Brando guessed the views of their royal party on the surrounding forces. The vision of Eruin’s general situation is enough to make him secretly vigilant: "This young man shows us good at this moment, so that Earl Dernell will not know that there is no secret among the nobles—"
"So," he continued, "what do you think the old fox would think about? If he were to vote for Duke Anlek at this time, what kind of situation would he face?"
"The back and abdomen are attacked."
After listening to these words quietly, Earl Violet couldn't help but seriously look at the white sideburns beside him, but his demeanor was not diminished by the former leader of the royal party. He couldn't help thinking to himself:
Only this person can see so thoroughly, and sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy.
"But what good is it for him to do this?" Princess Griffin nodded in recognition after listening to Macaro's words: "I am willing to be one of our pawns. If Earl Dernell is allowed to fall to us, we He may abandon him at any time, and he will not fail to understand this."
Master Lewoods was startled. Hearing what Macaro said, he felt that the young man didn't seem to be so disgusting, but the old man still hesitated and said, "The young man seems to have a good impression on us. I’m not willing to take refuge in us. Besides, at this time, only we can cover this matter for him—"
Count Baal glanced at the old man, thinking that a scholar is a scholar, so he would never become a politician. His interface: "What this young man wants is very simple, just play a balance game. He is standing in line, and he decided that Denel will not vote on our side—"
"What a gambler." There was a voice outside the door. The knight outside opened the door and let a nobleman in a mink coat walk in.
That familiar face, Macaro, was slightly startled-Overwell, when he was still in the royal party, he was just a shrewd and capable young man.
But at this moment, the impulse and spirit on the originally young face had receded, and the temperament became calmer and sharper.
Overwell glanced at Macaro and bowed slightly to the princess: "His Royal Highness," and then said hello to Macaro: "Master Macaro."
To say that Overwell's status in the royal party is now faintly higher than that of Macaro, who has always been in the wild, but the opponent's humble posture has greatly benefited Macaro.
He nodded and smiled: "Master Overwell."
"You're welcome," Sir Wolf replied, raising his head, "Continue with the previous topic. I think Lord Macaro and Earl Baal's analysis is not unreasonable, but when asked what the young man wants, I have a word. I want to say—"
The room calmed down.
Everyone's eyes turned to this uninvited guest, especially Princess Griffin. Because among all the people present, only she knows that only Sir Wolf knows the young man named Brando best.
Buffwell looked around for a week and smiled: "Some people are not worthy of being pawns, they are mediocre. Some people become others' pawns unconsciously, they are fools."
"But like this young man who took the initiative to become our pawn, this is a chess player."
"Go player?"
"Yes, even if it only controls a chess piece, it can be called a chess player. It's just that in this game, he has already stood at the same height with us." Overwell paused: "He is a chess piece, so what about us? It's nothing more than having more resources."
Everyone was silent.
"So Overwell, you mean he will also participate in this game." Now even the half-elf girl felt a little weird, and she took a breath: "Isn't this an empty glove? White wolf, this is too annoying."
"Yeah," Sir Wolf shook his head, and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes with Macaro the Sly Fox: "Helplessly, we still have to choose to accept, because his proposal is the most advantageous choice for us. ."
"Cunning guy." Master Lewoods shook his head, suddenly felt that he shouldn't participate in this discussion. He rubbed his forehead.
"Then what should we do?" The old man asked a little tiredly.
"It's fine with the mud." Sir Wolf made a final word: "The rest—"
He smiled slightly: "Just watch that little guy perform."
Performance
Everyone felt incredible, and even Eco, who had the most confidence in Brando, couldn't help but worry about it. On one side is the young man who has nothing, on the other side is the old, cunning, powerful Earl Jean Dernell.
Perhaps there is a silver elves behind Brando, but the silver elves have indicated that they will not intervene in the disputes within Eruin.
So where does his confidence come from
Among them, only Princess Griffin looked at the other report on the table thoughtfully. There was only one simple sentence written on that report:
Tonigel, Sir Mintai's fiasco—