"What do you think?" Brando asked suddenly.
What the young man asked was that Fern and Kerencia, who were also standing in the mist not far away, rubbing their hands and whispering, whispering to each other. After Uta left, the two leaders who had known each other walked together. It used to be closer.
But what I have to say is that Fern and Krencia didn't actually have a cold with each other before they met the young lord. Therefore, the distance between people is actually a very delicate matter.
Hearing this young lord's question, the scene fell silent.
But the first voice was the businessman. Roman had put on a thick winter coat at this time and put on deerskin gloves on his small hands. But even so, his little face was still red from the cold—the tip of his nose was slightly hairy. Red:
"Romain thinks it's great, Brando, what do you think?" The girl sighed in vain, and said unconsciously. She looked back at Brando, her eyes widened, as if to see if the young man agreed with her.
The heads of the small mercenaries below immediately responded.
"That's the case," Kerencia also added: "It was unexpectedly good, although it was a little late, but I'm sorry to say-I also participated in the mid-term work. To be honest, none of us are very concerned about this. Too familiar. Miss Antitina has done very well. I dare not say that it is perfect, but at least it is surprising—"
Everyone loves to say beautiful things, and even aristocratic daughters couldn't help but glance at this silver-haired beautiful uncle. Although on the surface she dislikes the compliment of the other party, she can't help but agree with it-Antitina thinks that she has indeed suffered enough disasters in the past month, and almost every small decision may be met without prior consideration. Accident.
However, it is precisely in dealing with these emergencies that she will become more and more comfortable.
"It's true, it's surprising." Fern said few words, concise and concise.
But the noble daughter still went to see her lord quietly. In her heart, the opinion of the young man was enough to surpass all the opinions present. It was the first time that she felt the feeling of throbbing in her heart, for fear of seeing it from Brando's face. Dissatisfied to the point.
But she just happened to see Brando looking at herself without concealing the admiration in her eyes. She couldn't help but startled, for some reason she felt her nose suddenly sore. It seems that the hard work over the past few months has been rewarded at this moment.
She sucked her nose and turned her head away, so as not to cry out in front of the crowds, which would make people glaringly eye-catching. At least this noble daughter remembers at this moment that she is Brando's first assistant—the actual host of the affairs of the territory. She thinks that she can't be ashamed of Brando.
But when she turned her head to the side, she saw Medissa handing over a silk scarf. The silver elf girl's movements are very subtle-almost no one can detect-the noble daughter is slightly startled, she looks at each other with some gratitude, and then takes the silk scarf.
Of course Brando noticed the little actions of his staff, he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile:
"Before coming here," he said, "I mean that night."
His words made the scene quiet, and almost everyone thought of the bloody night, as if they had only realized what they had done a long time after the incident.
At the instigation of a young man, they killed a legal lord of Eruin.
No one had ever thought about this kind of thing in the past, nor dared to think about it, but what they couldn't believe was that they really did it. It doesn't matter if the general is agitated, motivated, or threatened.
In short, there is no retreat.
Since then, as if in a blink of an eye, a month has passed. But they did not collapse like they were worried, and the completion of this city wall now seems to symbolize something faintly.
Perhaps under the leadership of this young man, they are indeed different from ordinary mobs.
As for the final result, since this young lord is so confident, what doubts do they have
"You know, I didn't actually think too much about what I wanted to do," Brando continued. "Perhaps I am a nobleman in your eyes, but I don't think so much—"
He said sincerely, of course, how many people believe that this sentence is'big truth', then they have to say otherwise.
"I'm here to inherit a piece of territory that belongs to me further south. It comes from my ancestors," Brando said half-truth: "I didn't intend to kill anyone or occupy his territory— "
"But in the education I received, there is a voice that tells me at least that the meaning of the existence of nobles is to lead the people out of difficulties, because they are better and have received more education, and because they have this responsibility. Rights and responsibilities are equivalent-"
"I believe you are familiar with this sentence."
Brando said.
He nodded: "That's right, this is what the former king Eke said -" He stretched out his hand and nodded over everyone: "Nobleman is responsibility; power is responsibility; power is responsibility!"
"Before this." Brando continued, and the surroundings were quiet. Everyone looked at him, wondering why this young lord would say such things at this time.
Antitina looked at him too, with a strange brilliance in her eyes.
The pursuit of the spirit of the ancestors and the glory lost by Elu is what attracts her the most to this young lord.
There seemed to be a fatal attraction that could shine in the eyes of a girl.
It's snowing.
The snowflakes were faint at first, almost impossible to notice, like cold rain falling on people's faces. But in the end it turned into fluffy snowflakes, not big, and Tonigel did not have heavy snow throughout the year.
Everyone raised their heads.
"Before this," Brando also looked at the light gray sky. The gloomy dark clouds symbolized the coming war: "I have never been a lord, and I have no experience in governing a place."
"Antitina is the same."
"You are the same."
"I said," he spread his hands and let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders: "We are no different. Each of us is here to learn, learn how to face all of this—"
"All this." Brando said: "All things that are new to us, and what we have in common, and our enemies."
"Maybe we won't. We are newbies, toddlers, and struggling," the young man waved his hand: "But it's not a problem."
"The problem is-"
His voice was a little higher, and his eyes swept across everyone's faces: "Do you have the guts to stay and face everything that is coming—to realize that what we did may seem trivial—"
"But it is the glory that shining from the last era. Have you seen it? That's Eruin's wings."
"The words of the former king Eke have already confirmed all this-ignore the darkness and let your actions be worthy of your heart-holding such a dream!"
"Whether it is honor or promise, whether it is the responsibility of a man or the obligation of a lord to all his people," Brando replied: "It's like I'm standing here."
"I answer your questions like this."
"How long shall we escape—"
He stretched out his finger again, and nodded on everyone familiar with him—Krencia, Fern, Shire, and even the numerous mercenary captains:
"I'm asking you." Brando said loudly, his white breath melted into a faint white mist in the snow, making his face both sacred and mysterious.
"If one day, you also become the new nobles of Eruin, then do you still remember that day, everything I tell you here—"
"Are you willing to remember that noble, it is responsibility?"
The young man’s words were sonorous and powerful. They penetrated the cold of early winter, almost loudly.
But what brought was a dead silence.
Fern could hardly believe what he had heard, and what the young man's words meant he didn't dare and didn't want to think too much.
The former Cavalry captain of Karasu looked back at his companion almost stiffly. But Kerencia was also unaware of everything around him. It should be said that the middle-aged man was throbbing in his heart.
Of course he knew what Brando meant.
This young man is like telling them publicly—
Starting today, you are my people.
Is my retainer.
Gather under my banner.
Favor and humiliate together, share joys and sorrows together.
You are my knights.
Holding the long sword in my hand,
Expanding territory for me—
At that moment, Kerencia, a middle-aged man who has been in the mercenary industry for decades, felt for the first time a power that seemed to be pouring out of his heart-a power called enthusiasm.
He felt that he had been waiting for the opportunity for so many years, as if he was already in front of him.
It's not just him.
All the mercenaries present are the same.
Perhaps only Medissa and Akane didn't have any thoughts, for them, it was enough to follow the young lord.
And Roman doesn't need to think too much, not by his aunt's side-Brando is the whole world she can rely on.
Charles smiled silently, as if he had known Brando's thoughts a long time ago.
Only Antitina took a breath, and among so many people present, she was the only one who heard the underlying meaning of Brando's words.
This young man wants to change the entire Eruin's rules.
He wants to inject new blood into this old aristocratic system.
Antitina didn't know if she had heard it wrong, she didn't understand why such majestic ideals and beliefs surged in the heart of a young noble with almost no foundation-perhaps it had already turned into a shocking force.
Know that this noble daughter understands.
But it was the first time she saw the outline of this plan, she was already deep in this dream. She opened her small mouth slightly and took a breath, but for a while she didn't know how to respond.
Antitina stood there blankly.