Even the most noisy world has a quiet corner.
The lights in the small room were shaking. The business lady lay on the edge of the wooden bed and put her chin on the overlapping hands, her eyes gurgling curiously as she looked at the sleeping nun princess, gently using her fingers from time to time Poke each other.
"Antitina, why do you think Miss Magdalene is a doll? Look at her skin, soft, so funny... People are so good-looking, Brando must be a lie?"
The lady of the staff sighed. Those who are familiar with Xiao Roman’s temperament will know that the focus of her sentence is actually "good fun", not the second half; Antitina is holding a copy of "Rockfield Poems", but Mind is not above it at all, and it has already flown into the heavy rain, above the battlefield.
The sword, the light and the sword, the two sides fighting, this day will be inscribed on the history of this port. Only the sunrise of the second day will eventually shine on the land of that side.
Can you really win
Antitina's heart was hanging in the air. She put down the book, silently took off the silver-rimmed glasses, and looked out, the direction of the harbor was ablaze. There seemed to be sobbing in the sound of wind and rain, as if Eruin’s ancestors were crying in the air—
It's just that intermittent wailing before dying, I don't know if it belongs to relatives and friends a moment ago.
"Be careful, don't be too rude to Princess Magdal... You, you are already too rude like this." Antitina looked at the little Roman and secretly pressed the nun's princess's almost perfect chest, and couldn't help it. Scolded angrily.
"I know." The answer naturally.
Antitina glared at her.
The businessman's eldest lady was somewhat restrained, "Well, do you want to go out?"
"Well, the room is too boring, making me uneasy." Antitina glanced at the nun princess on the bed with some jealousy. "Also, if Princess Magdal suddenly wakes up, don't tell her anything. "
"But Brando said she won't wake up for a while."
"I mean if."
Roman watched Antitina walk out of the house. Looking back, but for a moment, she seemed to see the girl's eyelids move slightly. After about a few seconds, he moved slightly.
This time it looks real.
what!
"Ann..." the merchant lady called back immediately, but her life stopped.
This is the credit of Lord Roman, so wait a minute.
She thought about it, then looked back. She looked at the nun princess on the bed carefully, the nun princess Magdal seemed to be caught in some kind of nightmare, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, she looked very tired, struggling slightly, and some slight noises came out of her mouth.
Roman immediately became curious. She leaned forward, carefully leaning her ears to the other's mouth, and finally heard a few words clearly: "How can this be, be careful..."
"careful… "
"Huh?" The merchant lady stood up, and she thought about it seriously, and put her finger on the opponent's forehead: "Miss Magdal, are you dreaming? Let little Roman help you calm the nightmare. NS-"
There was a glimmer of light in the room.
…
The heavy rain weaves a hazy world on the square outside the Great Temple of Andreux, and the black carriages pass through the rain curtain, and stop silently in front of the main entrance of the temple.
The emblems on the carriage all shine for a while.
Vitogin of the pale lone wolf, Anlek of the mountains and eagles, Fort Kurko of the Crescent Lily, Sifah of the Wind and Flame Moon, Golan-Elsen of the Longsword and the Black Pine, black Of Takarasu.
Yanbao's folded sword is also slightly bleak.
When Anlek got out of the car, his expression was indifferent. The eagle Dejar and the silver knight Sivia stood by his side; he raised his head, and not far away, Duke Sifah responded with a slight smile, but the Sifah royal family and his party The red-haired man seems to stand out from the crowd.
"Yanfa Nicholas, the swordsman of the Sifah royal family, the realm of elements, the strength is still higher than that of Dejar and the Silver Knight," Brando's gaze moved to the other one, "The old man in the purple robe, Wang The mentor of the eldest son, Garlock, the "Curious Seeker", and Archmage Cruz, are almost the same as Li Woods in strength."
"The old man next to Earl Vitokin, the veteran of the Black Blade Legion, is Nigel, who is known as the'unshakable sword'. Although he is not a swordsman, he also has the strength close to the elements of civilization. Most people think that he is a manifestation of elements. The realm of transformation."
"Vitokin was his attendant when he was young. In addition, Vitokin himself also has the strength of a golden position."
Brando glanced around and found that Marquis Baltar, the commander of the White Lions, and the Admiral, Count Yanirasu, could not help but frown slightly. But even so, the scene is still brilliant.
Including the leader of the Highland Knights, the powerhouses of Eluin's element realm are almost gathered here, under the gold, there are as many as feathers. The power of a country is undoubtedly demonstrated here.
And what kind of scene the Cruz Empire is like, except Brando, I am afraid that no one present can imagine.
"You all know?" Dilphary asked curiously.
"One-sided fate," Brando replied.
While answering, everyone walked into the temple, which is still Lokshby Palace—
This place is destined to leave a strong mark in history and now; Brando couldn’t help it before stepping into this magnificent palace built in 277 of the First Age with Dilphary next to him. Gently lifted his head and glanced upward.
Above the arch, the mural of the King of Flame expelling the Miner people in the final battle is bright in color. The famous holy sword is dazzling. It is just the sages determined to sweep away all darkness. It is just their descendants. Does it have such a spirit
I'm afraid not at all.
The main venue is silent—
Uncharacteristically in the temple, Bishop Murros pushed in first. He looked around and said nothing. Two high-ranking priests followed him to the center of the venue, everyone was startled:
Something big happened!
Brando raised his head and squinted his eyes, only to see Anleke's expressionless face, and Grand Duke Sifah on the side was confident, smiling and staring at his niece facing him.
Griffith was dignified by the princess's face, but the royal party around him looked solemn.
Obviously, there has been a divergence between the two.
Murros paused slightly, and there was no trace of joy or anger on his gloomy face. He slowly raised his head, "Martha is here, and she will definitely be pleased that her people have a yearning and pursuit of peace; because whether it is a Cruz or Eruin, at least it proves that the descendants of the King of Flames still insist on justice. —"
"However," he said, his expression turned cold: "Amperisel is now shrouded in darkness, the temple is incompetent, and even the younger generation is rampant at night!"
"Before I went here, I got news-claiming that some of you here were in collusion with the Goathead Cultists. But I don't want to believe that Eru's glorious nobles have fallen to this point. I hope someone can stand up before the meeting begins. From the proof of innocence!"
As soon as the chief priest of Murros said, the four were in an uproar.
There was a buzzing sound of discussion in the hall for a moment. Everyone was looking at the left and right curiously, as if trying to find the inner ghost hidden among the nobles.
Only Brando coldly watched the people of Westfah, Yuxi, and Vitogin in the north with a complacent look. Only Anlek’s expression was indifferent, and the others had nothing to do with me. Look like.
The north is a piece of iron.
Brando turned his head and found that the blue knights in the southern head were still standing still, as if they were watching their changes.
Among the crowd, only Macaro had a face of disdain, and Li Woods's face was sinking. "Despicable!" Brando heard the countess cursing softly.
"Mr. Macaro, you know who I'm talking about."
Murros' eyes suddenly turned to the royal party and his party.
"Ah!" Someone in the crowd made a surprised voice, as if they had just expected something.
"Nonsense." Macaro said with a cold face. He frowned secretly, and the temple was activated earlier than expected, which made him feel a little passive.
But the opponent is so pressing each other step by step, is it ready for war
The Black Blade Legion has still not advanced on the Ash Mountain front line, only a vanguard force arrived at Ampersel. What makes the other party so confident
"I also know that this is nonsense, but since it is nonsense, I hope Mr. Macaro can expose this lie here and give us the truth."
"We must know that Eluin's nobility is not to be slandered."
Murros replied quietly.
"Well, it's not necessary, but it's just a matter of effort," Macaro replied coldly, "but before self-certification, I dare to ask, if the priest said so, what evidence is there?"
"nature."
"To be precise, what I have is not evidence, but witnesses." Murros added.
There was an uproar.
Brando also raised his eyebrows slightly-a traitor has emerged from the royal party! He thought immediately.
Sure enough, Macaro and others immediately turned their heads in shock and anger. The royal party has fought with the old nobles for many years, but there has never been a traitor inside.
It's not just Macaro.
Everyone in the room was a little surprised. Almost all the royal parties are the best of the time. There are even rumors that there are only royal parties that died in battle, and no royal parties that surrendered. Who can be a betrayal villain, everyone can't help but turn their eyes to the royal party and his party in the farthest south.
But they had just looked over, and a person had walked out behind Murros.
It turned out to be him.
Brando was both surprised and stunned.
"Viscount Bergenin!" The half-elf girl suddenly stood up and looked at the young man in front of her with an almost unknown gaze. The look on her face was still calm, but her clenched, trembling fists were already Explains everything.
"I... Where's my brother!"
Her Royal Highness took a deep breath, and almost asked this sentence through gritted teeth.
But Bergenin just glanced at him, and didn't care about Macaro, who was somber on his side. He raised his head and faced everyone:
"Everyone knows that I have admired the princess and even betrayed the family. But even so, I can't tolerate the royal party and the cultists fighting together, let alone see the princess sink into it."
The words fell to the ground and there was a sound, and there was a moment of silence in the hall. Everyone present had completely guessed what this was all about at this moment, but they couldn't help but be grateful that they didn't provoke the Westfah family.
It's too vicious.
Brando smashed his mouth. It has never been mentioned in history that the Viscount Lord had betrayed the royal party at all, but praised his loyal pursuit of love. This person really can bear it.
His heart was filled with surprises, but there was a hint of inexplicable relief; at least letting Wang Dang be stabbed in the back is better than being stabbed in the back, isn't it
But what followed was a big trouble. If he didn't remember wrong, the little prince was taken away by the other party, and it was troublesome now. And the bigger trouble is yet to come.
Suddenly he saw Bergenin turning towards him.
What is this guy doing
"Mr. Earl, Mr. Brando next to you, I'm afraid it's not your assistant, right?" At the moment when Brando's thoughts were flashing, Viscount Bergenin had already coldly spoken to Dilphary.
"what… "
Dilfieri was stunned for a moment, she never thought of coming to her on the battlefield. According to Brando, this time they should be instigating the princess to leave Amperexel, which is also the task of the Sword Guardian family.
Instead of confronting these messy questions-
Beigning didn't expect her to answer, it was enough to make the other person show this look of surprise. He continued to question aggressively: "Mr. Brando, the earliest news from me here is that you are from Butcher, claiming to be a Highlander. Then you rebelled in Tonigal, killing the local lord, and gathering the crowd to cause chaos."
"The other truth is that your true identity is a Sheep Head Cultist, and you will have an affair with the unity of all things. And now you are plotting to cooperate with the royal party to plot the power of this kingdom. Am I wrong?"
The Viscount raised his chin slightly: "Is it true or not, I don't need to answer it. We just need to ask the noble knights from Karasu, are you a descendant of the so-called highland knight? What is your noble status? From where it came from, everything becomes clear."
Brando frowned.
The other party came here prepared...
Although he is not so afraid of being exposed to him, anyway, the identity of the chaotic party after today is going to be taken seriously. But he couldn't help turning his head back, looking at the real knights from the mountains and plateau.
After more than a year of piracy, when encountering the original version, it is inevitable that I still feel worried.
Bergenin smiled confidently, turned his head and asked in the direction where the leader of the Highland Knights was, "Dear leader, it is said that you have always promised and abide by the knight's creed. We believe you will never lie. , So it’s up to you to tell everyone the truth."
I have to say that Begning is very good at talking, and the head of the Highland Knights also smiled. He is indeed a staid knight. The Highland Knights are passed down from his family, and the spirit of chivalry has almost penetrated into his bones.
The head of the large group held up his head-from a distance he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, but Brando happened to know this man named Bunid? Norbert's man, when the other's eyes fell on him, he couldn't help but feel a guilty conscience.
The title of Steel Knight is not trivial.
This uncle, who seems to be very talkative, has a reputation in Karasu, and the Madara general who died in his hands in history and now is counted in double digits.
And it was precisely because of him that Madara did not take much advantage in Karasu in the first Black Rose War.
I saw this uncle also smiled at Brando, but his eyes moved behind him:
"Charle, is it you?" he asked seriously.
Wow...
There was an uproar in the hall.