Even as far as Eruin is today, the White Lions are still a strong team. In the spring of dawn, the Marquis of Baltar used it to slay the lion-man of Toquinine into an army to prove this. But he can only satisfy the aristocratic self-confidence, what he wants is a lion with new claws and bright beards and hairs.
He considered it for a while and replied: "His Royal Highness, I am afraid I am not suitable for this position now."
The princess looked back at him in surprise. Brando's frowning brows slowly unfolded, and his expression slowly turned into firm determination. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Hmm... Does your Royal Highness want to listen to the truth or lies?" Brando raised his head, and there was a breathtaking blue color in the sky of Amperthel's distant sea, which was just a sign before the next storm. The air was bred with the damp breath of the sea. He and His Royal Highness walked towards the square of Saint White. The half-elf princess was only a little taller than his shoulder. She was wearing a long silver dress with a thin silk and satin close to the white porcelain. Her skin, the skirt folded up like huge petals perfectly set off the slenderness of the elf.
"Truth, Mr. Brando." The princess's tone didn't sound unpleasant.
"Well, let’s be honest, since the first king awarded the sword to Krentel? Melbelen, for centuries, the White Lions have been the sharpest blade in the kingdom. The army can be obtained legally. Inheritance is of course a good thing for us. But Her Royal Highness also understands that Sir Nevind, Valen? Leleida and the'Left-Handed General' may not accept a stranger as the new commander of the White Lions. , Isn't it?" Brando was talking about the remaining sharp claws and lion mane heads of the White Lion Legion and the head of the White Lion Blade Knights.
The difference between today's White Lion Army and the Eck era is that there is no Janitor Corps. It was replaced by a new Janitor after the glorious return of the last era, and later became the predecessor of today's Black Blade Corps. And the White Lion Legion is left with three guards, sharp claws, lion mane, and Jude, and a white lion blade knight. Among them, the Jude guards are led by the Marquis of Baltar. After the death of the Marquis of Baltar, the remaining three are actually All are eligible to succeed the legion commander.
The princess disagreed: "This is the legacy of the old head of Rauld. Both Nicholas and Stephen Knight of the Temple of Flame can testify, but they can't help but object."
"But that is the white lion that Her Royal Highness wants? A sharp sword that is only superficially submissive, how is it different from those in the north who plot badly? No matter who compromises to whom, it makes no sense. What we want is a truly loyal one. The ideal white lion for the kingdom." Brando replied, and the princess fell silent.
Brando could understand the anxiety in the heart of the half-elf princess at the moment. The quarreling northern nobles may break the calm at any time and turn the situation in the north into a pot of porridge—but the key is how much time Eruin has when surrounded by powerful enemies and threats of war. The serious consequences of the Ampersel war undoubtedly magnified this concern.
It would be great if there were two to three years of peace. No, only two years would be enough. In Brando's memory, there are still five years before the Second Black Rose War, and seventeen years before the long night falls and the wolf rushes on the earth. After that, there will be no peace in Vaughan.
But before that, there is still a war in the North waiting for Eruin. If he can't appease the nobles in the north as soon as possible, Brando is also very troubled by what to do with the golden mane lion man of Torquinin. Compromise is absolutely unacceptable. The history in the other world is still vivid. He really wanted to kill all these damned guys one by one with a single sword. He couldn't help but sighed helplessly.
"So Mr. Brando has a better candidate in his heart?" The princess stopped and asked when the two walked to the carriage.
"There is one, the daughter of Earth Knight Everton."
"Freya?" The princess's voice sounded slightly surprised.
"Yes, Freya, your Royal Highness. She is very suitable for her birth and background, and she also participated in this war. She fought side by side with the Marquis of Baltar and won the favor of many people in the White Lion Legion. More important However, Lionheart Sword agreed with her, which seems to be the first king Eke’s preference. Maybe we should respect Lionheart Sacred Sword’s choice.” Brando said slowly, there are actually some in it. News from Antitina.
Her Royal Highness listened silently, and finally she said: "Mr. Brando, I don't want to hide you. Your idea coincides with a person I know well. She also recommended Freya to replace Barr. The position of the Marquis of the Tower."
"Oh?"
Brando was a little curious in his heart. In fact, Freya led the White Lions forward. He had a confession in his heart, because who could be better than this student of Reid in history, the commander of the White Lions, and Eruin. The Valkyrie is more suitable for this position
But this reason obviously does not convince others. Now Freya is just an unknown country girl from the countryside of Buche. Maybe she is the daughter of the earth knight Everton, but this secret is not known to most people, not to mention the talent, she It is not the most outstanding one in this period of Royal Knight Academy.
So who would recommend this future Valkyrie
"Nimesis," the princess told him, "you should have met her, she is the person I can trust the most, and can be called my best friend."
is her.
Brando's curiosity deepened. The post of commander of the White Lions has never been an inconspicuous position. So how did the female knight named Nimesis fancy Freya.
After all, not everyone in this world has a pair of eyes that can see through the future like him.
For a moment, he couldn't help but think of the intersection with the female knight in the rain. The cold woman whose name he had never heard of in history had almost the same appearance as the senior sister, but her personality was completely different.
He couldn't help frowning, with a hint of suspicion, and said: "I don't know what Ms. Nimesis thinks, but I really can't find someone more suitable for this position than Freya, Your Royal Highness. The core of the problem is the Lionheart Sword, and the White Lion Legion is also determined to retrieve this holy sword in order to re-realize the value of the White Lion. Coupled with the legacy of the Redd Knights, their senior officials will certainly not object to it. ."
"What's more, on the other hand, the daughter of an unknown earth knight Everton may not be more threatening to the three of them than when she came down. In any case, I am also a knight next to the princess."
The princess nodded slightly, as if she had accepted the suggestion, "What then?" she asked softly.
"I intend to let Freya and Carlo lead the team and make the Royal Knights Academy a base for the White Lions to supply new blood. The White Lions also need a group of outstanding young people to support its future, which is similar to the Royal Knights Academy. The idea of ?? coincides. What's more, for those young people, isn't the White Lions a better home than the garrison?" Brando continued to answer. His purpose is actually very simple. What he wants is a brand new White Lion Legion, so infiltration and transformation are inevitable. He doesn't have any manpower, but Wangli Knight Academy is a good choice.
The half-elf princess frowned her delicate brows, as if she heard Brando's overtones. "But is this really possible? Will it cause a backlash from the White Lions?" She asked softly in a nice voice.
"Of course it will." Brando is not taboo. But at least boiling frogs in warm water has such an advantage, that is, it will not intensify conflicts from the beginning. Now it is actually a compromise between the two parties. The other party has no reason to reject them completely, but he and His Royal Highness can't completely control the White Lion Legion all at once.
Both parties must not intend to force the other side to the road of desperation. At this time, if the other side thinks that he and His Royal Highness are trying to control the future, the other side may only laugh at their innocence.
But laugh at it.
Brando continued to explain: "But if we can complete the reunification of the South in a short time, then how can the White Lions even be arrogant at that time?"
The half-elf princess took a breath: "Mr. Brando, your statement is very different from what I heard. But for some reason, I am more inclined to trust your view, but we can complete the reunification of the South in a short time. ?"
Brando could see from the silver eyes of the half-elf princess that he was puzzled, not against him, but against this statement. He replied truthfully: "If the nobles in the north do not cause us trouble, we have a chance."
He did not lie. The Highland Knight seems to have a clear interest in the princess because of his identity. The Duke of Vieiro and the Duke of Golan-Elsen are obviously not keen on the struggle for power, and they belong to the forces that can fight for. In fact, their enemies in the south are actually only the Earl of Denell and the unaccounted-placed Grand Duke Anlek, not to mention that the Earl of Denell himself has a deep hatred with the Duke of Vieiro.
Just in this way, the problem went back to the original point. "Mr. Brando thinks the northern nobles will give us this opportunity?" Her Royal Highness asked again, she didn't understand, but all this seemed like a dead knot.
Will the nobles in the north give them this opportunity? The answer to this question sounds natural, but of course not. Those bad guys are eager to mess up the situation.
But Brando pondered for a moment, but gave a completely opposite answer: "I think there will be a chance."
The princess looked at him curiously.
Brando thought of what the Cruz people and Tulaman had said to him before, and maybe Wood would surprise him. In any case, the key to breaking the situation in the north is the attitude of the Temple of Flame.
"The Temple of Flames does not necessarily hope that Eruin will be in a melee. Your Royal Highness, we just have to wait and see. This time the Cruz people will give us a satisfactory answer."
"But I don't want to compromise with them, you know that, Mr. Brando."
"We will not compromise with anyone, Your Royal Highness."
Unlike Princess Griffin, Brando actually didn't feel much nervous or uneasy in his heart. Because in his opinion, the most difficult and difficult time seems to be yesterday, the darkest period of history has passed, and the future will only get better and better.
And he only needs to recognize that goal and go on firmly.
The princess was taken aback for a moment, but as if she had come to understand, she looked at Brando brilliantly. Brando nodded slightly to her-some things are as simple as that, it's just that people get stuck in them. Even in the princess's most vulnerable moment, the Temple of Flame did not take the slightest advantage from her. Are the Cruz people still trying to make them bow their heads now
The situation has actually reversed.
A faint smile appeared on Princess Griffin's face, and she let out a sigh of relief. Looking back, he invited with the jumping, crisp voice that is unique to the elf:
"The weather is good today, Mr. Brando, would you like to walk with me? I want to see the reconstructed Port of Ampereur."
Brando was startled.
He felt that the beautiful silver eyes were looking at him, and the goodwill contained in them was self-evident. But he was in trouble. On the one hand, it was the invitation of the princess, and on the other hand, it was an equally important arrangement for him.
Before coming out, Brando checked his experience gained from this war. The harvest can be said to be very rich, especially in the final battle, the almost general experience of the Titan that Roman killed was counted on him. But the only problem is that these experiences have now become a bleak gray.
This only represents one situation.
That is, experience has reached the upper limit of elemental civilization. What followed was a process he was very familiar with, the task of enlightening elements.
In fact, the time is just right, and the Amperexel War is like an important node for Brando. After the war, everything was on the right track. As long as the situation in the north was calmed down, he would have time to complete this series of civilized element tasks.
But there is only one problem.
That is, now that his equipment is in a broken state, he can't wear a whiteboard to complete tasks, right? However, repairing equipment—especially repairing magic equipment is a time-consuming and long work in the game, and he had to prepare as soon as possible.
Princess Griffin seemed to see his hesitation and asked, "Is there any problem?"
"Well, I want to go to the workshop area first." Brando replied with some embarrassment.
"So that's it," the princess seemed to understand, and she thought for a while: "Does Mr. Brando know about Ampersel's most famous weapons and armor shop?"
Lucettia Weapon and Armor Shop.
Brando immediately flashed the name in his heart. Amperisel’s most famous weapons and armor workshop is neither opened by the dwarves who are best at forging steel, nor does it belong to the elves who are good at magic arts.
It's a shop opened by a fairy.
This shop is very famous in the game, but it is not exclusively open to players, but to nobles. Only a few players with prominent status have enough prestige to enter it, but Brando, who has been dealing with bone racks all day, is obviously not one of them.
He raised his head, thinking that His Royal Highness didn't want to go with him to the workshop area that clinked and smoky all day long, right
But when Princess Griffin replied in a sweet voice: "Please get in the car, Mr. Brando."
"Timis, let the carriage go to the'Lucettia Weapon and Armor Shop'."
Before Brando could react, he saw the female officer in front of him personally open the carriage door for him.