A snow-like war horse carrying a messenger was swiftly passing through the reconstructed Port of Amperexel. It passed near the war memorial being built on Saint Baie's square, causing a lot of commotion.
A white dove flew up in the square, and the workers beside the scaffold couldn't help but look back suspiciously. The monk in robes by the fountain stopped and watched. The ribbon embroidered with the crescent emblem on the messenger gleamed slightly in the sun. NS.
The messenger of the royal family.
This is the first time in this half a month.
Something big happened, and everyone was suspicious. But only those who really know understand what happened:
The man woke up.
The harassment of the entire port for half a month has finally come to an end.
…
"Really?" Her Royal Highness was talking to the female officer and turned her head back. She looked at the maid who passed the order, her beautiful silver eyes revealed an uncontrollable surprise, "Wait, I'm going to see him."
"Your Royal Highness, first tidy up her appearance." The female officer on the side reminded immediately.
"No need." Griffith didn't look back, and hurriedly walked out carrying the skirt, "Timis, help me prepare the carriage."
As if in the darkness, Brando held himself through a long dream. Everything in the dream was real and vague. He remembered the sawmill where he was practicing swords when he was a child, but there were many people who knew and did not know in the sawmill. His grandfather taught him swordsmanship under everyone's attention.
There will be a scene of towering tall buildings, cars are constantly flowing, and the senior sister is wearing a gray windbreaker and a thick scarf. Read something in the bookstore on the other side of the crosswalk. He called her name desperately, but she didn't hear it.
He dashed across the road, but the scene changed again.
Everything went dark and turned into a quiet lakeshore. A tall tower stands by the lake, a black moon is reflected in the water, and stars are floating in the sky. This bizarre dreamland seemed to show something.
Brando walked towards the tower alone. He shuddered when he saw the shadow of the wolf walking through the forest.
However, suddenly the whole world was turbulent again, as if the dream had been drawn away from his thinking, and the scenery began to collapse. The restraining light broke through the darkness, and then his eyelids moved, and the eyeballs could feel the slight light outside through the capillaries under the eyelids.
The five senses that had been silent for a long time at that moment seemed to have resumed work. He first heard the chirping of birds, which seemed to be a pleasant morning. But he lay in the warm bed for a while and thought for a while before he remembered everything that happened before. The memories gathered in his mind like fragments, forming a complete line.
He opened his eyes at once.
The light behind the gauze curtain made him squint again.
Then he could see Roman who was asleep, half of the merchant girl was lying on him, her small cheek was on his chest, her mouth was open, and a silver thread was hanging from her saliva on the quilt.
Seeing this scene, Brando finally calmed down. I'm still alive. But where is this again? What was the result of the battle? Where is the princess
He soon found himself lying on a soft big bed, which was almost like a work of art. Pillars covered with gold leaf supported an almost unimaginable vault, and countless light veils hung from all around. Such a scene immediately connected the word'palace' in his mind.
He raised his head and immediately saw Antitina looking at him nervously. The lady of the staff was a little embarrassed. It seemed to her that the lord’s fiancée looked a little unsightly, but she could not persuade Romain to leave Brando. The merchant lady hugged Brando tightly. It's like holding a treasure.
She only sighed: "Lord Lord... You finally woke up." There was still the second half of the sentence, but Brando had already seen the happiness and joy in her eyes.
He knew very well why Antitina sighed, and he had no choice but to accept the behavior of the merchant lady. He lightly nodded to Antitina, and saw Medissa behind her—the silver elf princess was surrounded by two handsome and clean elf warriors wearing silver chain armor and long hair shawls.
The silver elves came as expected, Brando thought to himself.
"Lord Lord."
"Lord Lord."
"Lord Lord!" Metissa said, everyone followed. Mordefense looked like he was about to cry, and if it weren't for Andrrig who was on the side, if he hadn't taken a slapped look at him, Charles and Kargris gave him a thumbs up. Finally Brando saw Akane on the sofa behind everyone.
The girl who looked a little introverted just glanced at him from a distance, and then she was relieved.
"What was the result of the battle? What about the princess?" Although everyone is here, it seems that the result is already clear at a glance. But Brando still asked uneasyly.
An old but bright voice replied in place of Antitina: "Because of the noble behavior of a brave young man, Ampersel—no, the entire Eruin is preserved. Don't worry, my friend."
This unexpected sound made Brando look back. He then discovered that there was an old man with silver hair and silver eyebrows, wearing a white robe, and a kind face sitting by the window. Who else was Tulaman, the master of Mythril Castle
"Master Tulaman, you are here too." Brando was really surprised this time. The silver elves came because of his request, but Tulaman was an unexpected guest.
But he had actually thought of the origin of the other party.
Sure enough, Tulaman smiled and replied: "It was at the invitation of an old friend. Anyway, there is a devil here. I should come back. Regarding Wood, it seems that I must apologize to you and forget that. The guy is so stubborn."
Brando was silent, he did not blame Wood, but thought that the nobles were not so stubborn. If there is still a little room for reversal, it won't be the situation of the day. It is countless lives and blood that pay for this indifference.
Turlaman continued: "You also know that the high priest himself regrets very much. In fact, he has given up all the duties of the high priest and the temple, and is willing to use the rest of his life to make atonement for this."
"Oh?"
Brando was startled slightly, in order to restore the reputation of the Temple of Flame to the greatest extent, Wood actually did this step. People like them generally don't take an oath at will, and once they take an oath, they don't easily change it.
Wood has broken his own way and gave up the opportunity to be promoted to the core of the temple. Originally, the threshold was only a step away from him.
Although he felt that the old guy was a little too much, Brando still regained some respect for the chief priest. If a person has such principles and pursuits, at least he will not be a shameless person.
Everything before can only be attributed to their different pursuits. Brando sighed and asked, "...So, the chief priest intends to stay in Eruin?"
Tulaman glanced at him approvingly.
"My old friend originally wanted to live in Eruin and become a regional priest, to see if he could contribute a little to the reconstruction of Ampersel. However, the temple arranged for him another position."
"Huh?" Brando pricked his ears keenly when he heard the word temple.
"Lord Lord, the Temple of Flame asked the priest Wood to act as the liaison between the princess and the northern nobles, and the priest Wood has accepted it." Antitina replied.
"Contact person?"
Brando was slightly startled, which was interesting, he hadn't heard of this position in the temple yet. But what is the plan of the Temple of Flame, is it to make Wood make up for it, or is there another attempt
To be honest, of course it is the best choice to reach a reconciliation with the temple through this incident. After all, the Temple of Flame is a behemoth, even if it will inevitably conflict with the Cruz Empire in the future, Brando at least does not want it to be now.
But now it seems that the temple still doesn't give up.
He frowned: "So, does the temple still want to mediate the relationship between North and South?" Cruz's rigidity really exceeded his expectations, and he thought the other party should have learned his lesson.
"Little friend, otherwise, what do you plan to do? To expel all the nobles in the north, or kill them all?" Tulaman looked at Brando with a wise gaze.
Tulaman awakened Brando with a single sentence, and he suddenly reacted, as if he thought the problem too simple. Indeed, it is impossible for him to kill the nobles, nor to expel them, no matter how bad the nobles’ reputations are, at least he does not want to cause Eruin to fall apart immediately because of this.
He furrowed his brows deeply.
What's more, there are many outstanding talents among the nobles. He has to admit this. Due to the difference in education level, the chances of producing talents among the nobles are much higher than those among the common people. Of course, he can find a way to let the common people also get the right to receive education, but this is not a matter of overnight, and the kingdom cannot be left without one to manage it for a day.
Her Royal Highness has actually started to do the same thing, but it will take at least a generation to see results. Before that, he really needed nobles to help build the future Eruin.
But the crux of the problem is that most of the nobles are heartbroken for their own interests, and there are too few people like Eco and Earl Odin.
"But you can't let them go, not to mention that the cultists have already penetrated among these nobles, and the Temple of Flame may not be at ease." Brando thought for a while and decided to start with simple aspects.
"But they have no reason to believe you," Touraman replied slowly, "What's more, you have to believe that people will not make the same mistakes over and over again. My old friend is also a shrewd person. Otherwise, do you think that with his character, he would blindly follow the orders of the temple?"
Brando thought for a moment. As a doer in the temple, Wood did not seem to be a blind believer. He hesitated for a while before asking, "Does he want to stay and help Eruin? What can he do? What is his purpose?"
"Hey, it seems that you know my old friend very well." Tulaman raised his eyebrows in surprise: "In fact, the reason is very simple. I can see that my old friend is very optimistic about you, otherwise he would not invite me here. NS."
"Wood priest..." Brando heard an incredible message from Tulaman's voice. Wood actually made peace with him, and he suddenly realized that Wood must have realized some of the shortcomings of the Temple of Flame from this disaster.
Could this guy want to change the way of doing things in the Temple of Flame
He shook his head and threw this terrible thought out of his mind: "So, how does he plan to deal with the nobles in the north?"
"I don't know this, but you will understand when you meet that person." Wood replied.
"Who?"
"At that time, you will understand," the castle owner of Mithril Castle gave a mysterious smile: "Let’s talk about your physical condition first. I am very curious that you can survive your injury like that at the beginning. The people of silver are afraid. I don't have this ability either."
"this… "
Brando was startled slightly.
He suddenly remembered that he seemed to be playing head-on with the Titans that day. At that time, life dropped to less than a few thousand—of course, it was negative. It can be said that even if there are ten priests who surround him to treat him after he is in a coma, it may not be too late to bring his health back to a positive number.
Because after all, the unyielding talent at that time was only half a minute in duration.
But now he is alive, and his body doesn't seem to be in any discomfort. Tulaman asked him how he survived, and to be honest, it was a mystery to him.
He suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Thank you for saving me, Master Tulaman."
Tulaman laughed loudly: "I didn't save you, you have to thank this lady."
"Huh?" Brando was taken aback, and immediately heard a grunt of dissatisfaction. "Huh!" He turned his head and immediately faced those golden eyes.
There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the golden eyes.
It was a crystal-like color, with a bright flame burning inside, which looked moving, but it was full of a confident temperament. These clear and transparent eyes belonged to a young girl-her master could be said to be very short, with long curly hair hanging down playfully and hanging down on her shoulders.
She was still wearing the same leather armor as last time, but she changed her look. I didn't see the sword either, but he was holding a book.
Brando saw that the name of the book was called-"Eruin's Cooking Anthology" was written in dragon language, but he could not understand it.
If ordinary people see all this, they will think that this is a young girl full of energy and a hobby of cooking. But if you really think that way, it's a big mistake.
Because the little girl who stared at Brando fiercely was actually a dragon.
And it's a very angry, very dissatisfied little female dragon.
There was almost a fire coming out of his mouth.