Brando is finally free as soon as the little dragon is gone. He hurriedly created a water polo and threw it on his face. The cold temperature finally calmed the accelerating blood flow, and then he put on a coat and rushed out.
As soon as I left the house, I saw Antitina in the courtyard. Antitina was sitting on a stone chair reading a geography book, but her mind was obviously not on the book.
"The princess seems very angry." The lady of the staff greeted Brando who came out, put down the scroll, and asked worriedly. "Nothing," Brando sighed. "Where is Aloz?"
"My lord is talking about the dragon clan's eldest lady? I didn't see her, she left?"
"No, forget it." Brando turned around to chase him out. "Wait," the lady of the staff stood up and grabbed him. When she saw her lord turning her head in a puzzled face, she carefully reminded: "Clean up your clothes, lord lord."
In Brando's habit, he didn't care about dressing and appearance, just put on a coat and ran out. Looking at his disheveled clothes, Antitina blushed and stretched out her hand to trim his collar.
Brando didn't pay much attention to Tonigel, if it weren't for his demeanor, it would really make people doubt his aristocratic status. But civilians would not be so knowledgeable. In fact, Flore takes care of his daily routines on weekdays—the careless merchant lady herself is confused, not to mention the responsibility of the fiancée of the lord—that’s why the sister of the two wild elves will be called by mercenaries. It's the'Lord Lord's Maid's Miss Long'.
But if Flor is the maid, then Antitina's role is more similar to that of a housekeeper. She helped Brando straighten out the corners of her clothes, gently brushed the dust off the black flannel, and said slightly annoyed: "When will the lord notice his majesty."
Brando never thought that majesty was innate, and he didn't care. It was not the first time Antitina helped him organize his clothes. To be honest, he himself couldn't see the difference between before and after tidying up. He just felt that it was purely unnecessary. But he didn't refuse, just asked:
"Antitina, how long have I been in a coma?"
"We have stayed in Ampersel for half a month, Lord Lord." The lady of the staff helped him button up the button on his chest, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction.
"So long!" Brando was startled, he thought he had only been in a coma for two or three days. "After I was in a coma that day, what happened afterwards? What about Grand Duke Sifah and his minions?"
"The Grand Duke is dead."
"Huh!?" The news was completely unprepared, Brando never dreamed that one of the most important figures in Eruin's history would die.
He stunned for a moment before asking, "Antitina, what happened after I was in a coma that day. What happened to the battle afterwards, please tell me more about it."
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Endless demons seem to be surging from the darkness. It seems to be involved in a nightmare that has no boundaries and can't wake up. The torrential rain was pouring, lightning passed through the rain line, and gleaming silver chains were drawn between the sky and the earth.
Princess Griffin's face paled—
"Mr. Stephen... ahem... The Princess will leave it to you."
"Mr. Reald, I promise you to make an agreement in the name of a knight."
"No, Sir Reald! I order you not to do this, I want to stay here!" She screamed amidst the nightmare. But the serious old knight grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her out. She flew lightly, over the top of the devil's head, and the final vision of the fading kingdom was fixed in the lion's kingdom and looked north in the rain.
That snow-covered plateau moss is the honor of the white lion.
That is the battlefield where countless white lions sleep, and the heroic souls of generations have fallen asleep. Perhaps every knight will return to his hometown in the end, but only the white lion will guard this land forever.
This is an old legend. They swear by the sword, and follow the oath.
The kingdom's lion armor was covered with scars, but the rain quickly washed away the blood on it. Princess Griffin was already in tears, and the Templar Stephen grabbed her hand and led her to break a bloody path from the demon army.
"Why don't you let me die there, there are my people there!" She remembered shouting as if she had lost her mind.
But Stephen looked back and looked at her. "I am not from Eruin, Your Royal Highness. But if everyone sleeps on this battlefield, then your kingdom will make such a mistake again one day."
"Please cherish your life, you are not living for yourself."
Yes.
Princess Griffin walked quickly out of the temple, choked with a few steps, and slowed down again. Suddenly stopped, standing on the marble stairs made of snow, sighed quietly. Yes, what kind of temper is this? I have lost even the usual calmness and self-cultivation.
"His Royal Highness, please pay attention to your feet." The female officer who came up behind reminded me angrily. "Timis, let's wait for the earl to come out here." Princess Griffin sighed and replied back.
"What's wrong?"
The princess did not answer. The temple square was white, reflecting light, slightly dazzling. She squinted her beautiful eyes, and her eyes were like a silver thread. The female officer soon discovered that her Royal Highness seemed startled in a daze.
For this princess, this is a rare thing.
Griffin is indeed in a daze. Her gaze crossed the far horizon, as if under the same blue sky, and returned to the battlefield that day. Knife and sword, iron and blood are intertwined with a heavy long poem.
Perhaps dying on the battlefield at the time was a relief. However, those who survive have to bear a heavier burden, and even inherit the grief from the dead.
But the living have no right to choose. She pursed her lips-too many people have died.
The previous commander of the White Lion Legion, the lion of the kingdom, and the highlander's sword Raeld died. In a war triggered by the civil war.
Duke Sifah is also dead, the one she once gritted her teeth and hated. He was the manipulator of the first Titan, died in the hands of the merchant lady, with no bones left. When she heard the news, she originally thought she would be happy, but even the feeling of excitement had been lost.
The Marquis of Baltar, the Marquis of Youxi, the Earl of Vitogin, the great swordsman Dejar of the Anlek people, the chief wizard of the kingdom, Li Woods, no matter what power they belonged to, they were all Eruin who died.
There are even many non-commissioned officers in the Royal Knights Academy whose names are too late to leave—no one knows what kind of story may be hidden behind an unknown corpse on the battlefield, and no one knows how sad his close relatives and friends are behind it. .
Only when she was holding Beth's body and crying Freya, did she feel the cold sting.
Enough.
This civil war is coming to an end.
But the nobles in the north are still ready to move, losing the comfort of the Westfah family, and even the future situation becomes more chaotic and turbulent. The whereabouts of Grand Duke Anlek is unknown, but he will probably not be caught. Let Count Dernell's attitude be ambiguous, and the two grand princes may be able to take a share of the current situation after waiting for the turmoil.
On the surface, Eruin seems to usher in a new life after the war, but in fact he has already reached the edge of the cliff. Princess Griffin suddenly found out helplessly that perhaps the situation before was better.
At least the kingdom will not face the danger of falling apart.
She didn't know how she had come over the past half a month, and there was still an army of silver elves stationed in Ampersel. All the forces of the dragon clan's impressive deterrence service have restrained their hands and feet, and dare not move. The arrival of Tulaman made the situation of Ampersel further clarified, but she understood that all these seemingly unrelated terms were linked together because of that person.
The one with the title of'miracle'.
She suddenly discovered that the entire fate of Eruin was in the hands of one person. But this person is neither her nor her brother.
…
"You mean, Grand Duke Sifah was beaten to death by Roman? Huh, self-sufficient." Brando felt a burst of joy. In the future, Eruin will be half of the responsibility for the destruction of Eruin. If he did it for his own power, that would still be understandable. But I didn't expect this guy to be a cultist.
When Brando thought that the tragic fate of the future princess and the Valkyrie was only because of the crazy plan of a cult organization, he couldn't get angry.
But he fell silent quickly, and what really worried him was Antitina's physical condition. In the previous conversation, he asked carefully about the lady's "resurrection from the dead" on the battlefield, but including Antitina herself, he didn't know exactly what happened.
He began to suspect that it was the demon item obtained on the battlefield, but Antitina quickly ruled out the possibility after taking it out. Although he didn't know what the thing was for a while, Brando could tell at a glance that the thing seemed to be sealed, and it was impossible to have any effect at all.
And Antitina herself also proved that she has no self-healing ability. First of all, her blood is the red of normal people, which proves that there is no blood of gold or silver. Secondly, her wound healing time is normal.
But this situation made Brando feel uneasy. He knows that some special abilities can produce the effect of resurrection, but those are not reassuring abilities. Some are even at the expense of lifespan.
But Brando did not disclose this information to his staff. It was a white lie, he made up his mind to investigate it by himself.
"Self-employed?" Antitina raised her head when she heard Brando's statement.
"It means to be self-inflicted." Brando explained. The lady of the staff glared at him fiercely: "Lord Lord, don't always invent some strange words, they will be laughed at. You know so much, but you always like to use some slang."
"Only civilians would say that."
"I didn't invent this." Brando couldn't help smiling. It has been more than a year since I traveled to this world like a dream, but some verbal vocabulary is difficult to change. Especially the idioms with historical background, except for a small overlap with the setting of Jiufeng, most of them will be regarded as slang of the hillbilly.
But there is no alternative. In a short period of time, people can quickly adapt to the environment, but they cannot change their deep-rooted habits. He lived in this world for a year, spent seventeen years in games, and lived in another world for thirty years.
However, Duke Sifah died, and a famous family in history fell into disintegration. Without the restraint of this powerful force in the north, the nobles have become ambitious. No wonder Her Royal Highness came to him in such a hurry.
He didn't expect such a famous person in history to die like this. There are also the Marquis of Youxi, the Earl of Vitogin, and even the Marquis of Baltar and Master Lewoods. Lewoods died under a surprise attack by another Demon King, but saved the Royal First Fleet flagship Victory One. Boat man.
Enlock, one of Eruin's three great masters, also died. Brando sighed when he thought of the young man who was as grinning as Cargris. He was determined to protect them, the future of this kingdom.
"Begnin sent the little prince back," Brando replied gritted his teeth. "Does he think he can be forgiven like this?"
"No, in fact, Prince Haruze was not sent back by him." Antitina helped him straighten out the buttons on his sleeves, and finally took a step back, with a sigh of relief: "Okay, Lord Lord."
"Thank you, Antitina." Brando asked, "What is going on?"
"I heard that it seems to be a Medusa sent back. I don't know exactly what happened. Maybe you can ask your Royal Highness." Seeing Brando still want to speak, the lady of the staff quickly interrupted him: " Okay, don't let the princess wait too long, Lord Lord-you are now the earl of the kingdom."
"What? Earl? Where is my fief?" Brando was startled slightly, which was completely unexpected. He didn't care about it at first, but he blurted out when he heard it suddenly.
"Earl Tonigel, Lord Lord."
"Isn't this still the same." Brando said.
Then he was glared fiercely.
…
Brando had just walked out of the temple—the reconstruction of the Andreux Basilica was actually only a half complete. When he passed through many cloisters, he saw the collapsed walls and the scaffolding, all of which were Shire. Of course, Brando would never admit it—then he saw the princess waiting outside.
"your Highness."
Princess Griffin turned her head and nodded with satisfaction when she saw his outfit. "Master Earl is in good health?"
"Fortunately... Your Royal Highness..." Brando was interrupted by Princess Griffin before she finished speaking: "Mr. Brando, the nobles of the north plan to support my brother on the throne. The Temple of Flame is also Intending to promote peace talks between us and the North, what do you think of this matter?"
Brando was startled, isn't this a good thing. But he reacted immediately: "They have the conditions, don't they?"
"No, they have no conditions. They just hope that we promise that the kingdom can maintain the status quo." Princess Griffin replied quietly. Brando fell silent, and the kingdom maintains the status quo? Which status quo? This immortal status quo
This is unacceptable to him and the princess.
The nobles in the north still wanted to maintain the status quo of semi-independence since Anin VII. Brando only felt that these guys were really daydreaming.
He put away his previous joke mentality and asked coldly: "What if we disagree? Are they going to rebel? Will the Temple of Flame support these people behind?"
Her Royal Highness shook her head: "I'm afraid not, but even that is unacceptable. The North is facing the threat of war... Reid... The old legion commander has handed you the White Lion Legion. You should know?"
"What!" Brando almost jumped up: "He handed over the White Lions to me? Will anyone else agree?"
He suddenly shut up. The Marquis of Baltar is dead, and Reid also died on the battlefield. If this is really the legacy of the lion, maybe the white lion legion will really fall into his hands.
This is good news.
But not exactly—
…