There is no impermeable wall in this world. In just three days, the duel that took place in the Great Temple of Andreux had spread among the noble circles, and then spread among ordinary citizens. One of the parties in the fight was Anlek’s long-famous swordsman, but he lost to a young man of unknown origin. Until the bard adapted this experience into a story, Brando’s statement among the population seemed to have become a reality. Eluin is the most outstanding figure in the new generation.
At least in the past few days in Ampersel, his fame can almost be compared with the several outstanding young noble heirs recognized by Eruin. Almost everyone is guessing who he is, but only a few. Knowing that Wood had personally presided over the salute for him. This person must have an extraordinary background, and for a while, Amperisel's forces, large and small, were moved, and even the future Princess Regent sent people to inquire about Brando's origins.
Especially after her close friend Magdal learned the truth of the matter—
Anlek, the Sifah family is no exception, and there are many people on the road of Ampersel for a while, which disturbs the army. Fortunately, ordinary citizens have long been accustomed to the practice of tensing their nerves as long as the nobles have been a little disturbed during this period of time. People living in this tense atmosphere comforted themselves and said that as long as there are still white sails in the port of Ampersel, The great temple of Andere Füller still exists for a day, so this port will not decline.
The bell of the temple is the commentary of this sentence, day after day, it still rings through the entire gray-white port city unmoved.
In a panic, Brando himself spent every day in Ampersel in an orderly manner. As he expected, as long as the chief priest of the Temple of Andere Füller did not speak, no one would find him. For a week, he was introduced by Magdal to the owner of the auction, Earl Donald, who was very interested in the painting of Princess Anyao that he mentioned to be shot, but Brando—or It’s better to say that the businessman’s eldest lady is deeply attached to her own psyche—he smiled politely but did not reveal what she was holding. Instead, she said euphemistically that she would send the painting to Baron Donnel in a few days’ time. Pseudo.
Brando watched the scene of the baron with an itchy face and the slow, eyeballed little Roman negotiating, but in the end, even the veteran nobleman in the battle-tested business field had to do it himself. Sigh Furu, praised our business lady for being a natural material in the business field.
This is really beyond Brando's expectations.
He knew that Roman had a talent for business, but the eldest lady had never been very clear about her brain—or the logic circuit was different from that of ordinary people, and she didn't have too many opportunities to deal with her peers before—in other words, she lacked experience. After all, talking about soldiers on paper is different from actual operations, and even more so when interacting with people. To be honest, before bringing her here, he was still wondering if this little cutie would be stage fright.
"How is it, Brando?" As he walked out of Baron Donnel’s mansion, Little Roman proudly raised his face and stared at him—her slender neck was set against a beautiful head, and her dark brown hair was curled up. Wearing the black dress that Brando bought for her in Braggs, the collarbone shines like snow under the curve of the neck. She wears a ruby necklace, which shines like flames and blood, in a trance. Set off the full confidence and pride of the businessman eldest lady.
Brando can fully appreciate her pride, because she is proud of the person he loves, and this kind of breath with a slight smile makes Brando unable to help his heart palpitations.
"En." Brando nodded subconsciously: "Unexpectedly, little Roman you behaved better than I thought, but I didn't expect that old gentleman would praise you so much. He is... even here. The city can be regarded as a person with a face and a face..." Brando was shocked that Roman Jr.’s opponent was not simple. Donnel’s life is also a story of another genius. That man was the first to rely on the identity of a businessman in Amperexel. A person who has won the honor of nobility.
"The old man praised it." Roman replied naturally, raising his small eyebrows like willow leaves.
"what?"
Brando turned his head, and he rarely saw this businessman eldest being humble. Even when she was still in Butcher, the heart of this eldest lady was higher than the sky, and she would never show her hesitation in front of anyone, as if she was born to be the one who dominates the scene.
"If there is desire, there will be weakness," Little Roman replied in an unpredictable tone, but the second half of the sentence was omitted: "Aunty said, let alone if someone uses Brando and Xiao Xiao If Roman comes to make a deal, Roman will also feel very distressed."
The first half of the sentence is still like a human sentence, but Brando becomes more ridiculous as he listens, holding the little guy's face with one hand: "Don't say seriously about trading with your fiance—"
"It hurts, Brando, you... um... let go..." Our business lady immediately raised her little eyebrows, and Brando's little face was pulled crooked by Brando.
The nun and princess Magdal looked at the man and the woman with a weird expression. For some reason, she was a little envious. It took a long time before she squeezed out a suitable sentence: "The relationship between the two is really good..."
Brando smiled slightly, let go of Little Roman, and raised his head to see the moonlight above Ampersel as bright as silver.
In the following days, news of the clouded war in the north finally spread. The Cruz people have already drove the cavalry into the sword fort, and the threat of the Torquinian Lion seems to have become a reality overnight. The term jihad soon replaced young masters of swordsmanship and became the hottest topic among the people of Ampersel. Even the air seemed to be brewing a hint of heavy conspiracy, and the great temple of Andere Füller was about to be replaced, and the temple became busy.
On the other hand, since seeing the Eagle Dejar with Marquis Youxi, Brando has smelled a hidden crisis. He commissioned Su and Andrígue’s blood to inquire about the news-vampires are one. A creature that lives in the shadows. The secret operation of spying on intelligence is one of their best jobs. Madara has allowed vampires to intermingle with humans several times to obtain intelligence. Brando is now nothing more than a gourd picture— However, the news from Mordefense and Andríguet aggravated his suspicion. It is said that Anlek is now located in a castle south of Ampersel. The castle is heavily guarded like a king.
Brando is very aware of Anlek's temperament, this man is always treacherous, and if he is so wary, some conspiracy must be brewing. It's a pity that the vampire hypocrite has tried the defense of that castle, and couldn't start at all. This news made Brando feel a sense of urgency. He now wants to see Princess Griffin to remind him in advance, but it is a pity that the manor where the princess is is also heavily guarded, otherwise he would deliberately sneak in once.
Time is getting closer and closer to the meeting of the nobles, and in the end Brando had to give up his suspicion about Anlek. On the other hand, the priest Wood would send his confidant every day to tell him the actions of the nobles and the inside of the temple—of course. These messages all seem to be on the surface, Brando can be detected as long as he moves his hands, but the Lord Woods saves him a lot of time by doing this, and on the one hand, it is also to make him feel at ease about the movement on the temple side. In comparison, the chief priest of Wood is still presiding over the daily affairs of the Temple of Flame in the Great Temple of Underfloor. As long as this one, it conveys enough information.
After reassuring, Brando had to face the biggest trouble he had to solve, how to sneak into the nobles’ meeting. He would not ask the chief priest of Wood for help. After all, this matter was important and easy to leave behind. Don’t talk about the chief priest. The adults would definitely not agree, and Brando himself is not willing to cause trouble in the Temple of Flame for the time being.
He thought about it, and only the news that Su brought back a week ago was more reliable.
Of course, that is not a reliable news.
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In the middle of the month of recovery, two days before the meeting of the nobles—
Amperexelsi faces the sea, and the Shakrotti Strait bisects a long and narrow peninsula. The salty sea water carved a white wave under the cliff, beating the black-brown rock all the time. Geographically speaking, Amperisel is located at the end of the northern branch of the Anseli Mountains (Anlek Mountains), where the mountains and rivers enter the sea, where the sea breeze and ocean currents converge. The climate is humid, and the foothills gather clouds and precipitation. The abundant result is forest coverage. To the east of this port capital, there are large tracts of mountain forest, with black pines and Anleike Hazel densely covered with mountains.
The silver elf princess Medissa hid in the bushes, covered her petite body with her silver-gray tabard covered with the wet dew after nightfall, she couldn't help coughing twice; she looked through the forest on the mountainside and looked into the distance. A brightly lit town in the darkness not far away.
There are several manors in the small town, which is more than ten miles away from Ampersel. This town can also be said to be dependent on that port city. There are many such towns near Ampersel.
"That's it, Sue?"
She knocked the map placed on the stump with her knuckles, and asked back.
Young girl Su's eyes were sparkling against the lights, but she lacked expression, as if answering this question was as boring as an endorsement, but she was still meticulous. Her gaze also fell on the bottom of the mountain. In this small town, she had ordered her people to confirm it many times over the past few days, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
The silver elf girl was not born to doubt her companion. After hearing this answer, she turned her head and whispered to the black hole in the forest: "Lord Lord."
There was a groaning sound from the bushes.
"Wait, hiss—"