"Master priest."
Edsa walked through a corridor, and saw the former chief priest of Amperthel holding scissors in the courtyard to trim flowering branches. The old man was wearing a robe, his back turned to her, and he bent over and put his head close to the green branches and leaves, looking attentively.
Until she said something, Wood was slightly startled before turning his head. He smiled slightly: "Edessa, you are here."
"Yes, Master Master, what do you want to do with us?" Edsha bowed and asked.
Wood put away the shears, turned around, and put a cut flower branch on the stone table in the courtyard. Edsha saw his silver-gray eyebrows stretched out, and said to her: "Go and call your master, and tell him if he wants to see that person, it's today."
The maid stood there blankly, as if she hadn't reacted for a while, but after a while, a ray of surprise appeared in her eyes: "Master priest—"
"You don't have to thank me on behalf of your master, Edsha," Wood waved his hand. "I didn't promise you anything. He won this opportunity himself, but if he can persuade the princess and that person, I'm afraid he will eventually have to Rely on your own efforts."
"Only you will give us a chance, Lord Master."
"Then hurry up and prepare," Wood replied.
Edsha nodded hurriedly, she bowed sincerely to the former chief priest of Ampersel, and then stepped back. Wood watched her leave the courtyard and disappeared on the other side of the corridor. The old man sighed and picked up the scissors again, but at this time, the sound of rustling footsteps came from the other side of the corridor.
He was taken aback for a moment, and then stopped again.
…
The attendant led Brando and the princess through the cloister, and sunlight penetrated through the neatly trimmed flower-wood walls from the outside, leaving a zebra-like light pattern on the floor of the cloister.
"Mr. Brando, Haruze will ask you." Her Royal Highness watched Brando and her brother come back from behind. She glanced at Haruze, who was silent, and said softly.
Brando also glanced at the little prince.
In fact, Haruze was peeking at him, and those dark gray eyes that were different from his sister's were full of anxiety and pleading. Brando couldn't help being a little funny. In fact, he didn't say much, but promised to keep the little prince a secret.
Of course he will keep it secret, but not this. He knew that the real secret was that the little prince of Eruin might have some unusual talent in him, as described in the article on the previous forum; just look at the obscure black magic books. Being able to master the above spells, even the Buja wizard of the Silver People can only be ashamed of such a talent.
But it is not the time to disclose this secret to the public. On the one hand, he does not want Haruze to feel proud of it, and on the other hand, it is also to protect the little crown prince of Eruin.
Regarding the princess's question, he nodded gently.
There was a slight light in front of him, and the fence of holly trees had come to an end. The attendant led them around the corner of the corridor, and then Brando saw the former chief priest of Amperisel.
In his eyes, Wood looks a lot thinner than half a month ago, but he has also calmed down a lot. The old man seems to have been waiting for them for a long time. Seeing them appear, he immediately smiled and said: "Princess Griffin, Mr. Brando, The two are here."
Then his gaze looked back again: "Miss Antitina, Miss Romance, Your Majesty the little prince, well, everyone." Antitina nodded politely, and Little Roman vigorously directed at the chief priest on her side. The adults beckoned, only Prince Haruze stood behind everyone timidly.
Princess Griffin looked at her brother and sighed, and she bowed slightly to Wood. "Master priest," the princess raised her head and said straightforwardly: "We are here for the situation in the north."
Wood was stunned, then reacted. The princess of Eruin was so straightforward, showing a gesture at all costs, obviously trying to tell him that she did not intend to compromise on this issue.
Princess Griffith's attitude did not exceed his expectations, but it was in this way that he couldn't help sighing. He understood the toughness of the princess from the beginning, but the Temple of Flames thought that the victory was in his hands, and he did not expect to cause a huge trouble in the end.
Although the Temple has made many concessions on the issue of Eruin, today, it is obviously the final highlight. If the princess can solve the problems of the north in one fell swoop, then the unification and even the revival of Eruin will only be a matter of time.
The Cruz people are not happy to suggest a revival of Eruin, but there is no core conflict between the two after all. Compared with the empire of the eagle, Eluin is just a small kingdom on the sidelines. The same is true for Wood. Compared to the Cruz people, he is first and foremost a believer who is loyal to the Tao of Jinyan, so he once advocated the neutral attitude of the temple.
Although until this attitude cannot be maintained, he will also support all the actions of the Temple of Flame. Facts have proved that the measures taken are all wrong. But what the former chief priest of Amperisel now has to consider is how to repair the losses caused by these errors, rather than questioning the temple's course of action.
He thought about it, but he didn't speak yet. And Brando on the side replied: "Master, Eruin is Eruin who believes in the doctrine of flame after all. The holy war is imminent, presumably the temple is not willing to see its allies fall into civil strife. Ruin, the Earth Temple and Madara that are so ready to move will not be a problem for the Cruz people."
Wood shrank.
His gaze immediately fell on Brando. This was the fourth time he had seen this young man, and it was this young man who had caused great trouble to the Temple of Flame. But Wood didn't have any hatred of Brando, but some appreciation.
"You said Earth Temple and Madara?" He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Brando, I heard that you were the first group to escape from Buche and experienced that war. You say Don’t you think it’s because of the prejudice against the black rose of Bramanto?"
Brando smiled in his heart, and Madara's changes could not be hidden from everyone. Especially for the two bordering empires of Saint Osor and Cruz, the Temple of Flame must have long possessed the intelligence that Madara was ready to move. Otherwise, why would it react so quickly in the first Black Rose War, immediately ordered Its retreat.
But the damn thing is that the Cruz people obviously deliberately indulge those bones. Eruin is just a more important piece in their eyes, but it is not impossible to give up. He judged based on what happened in another period of history that the bottom line of the Cruz people should be that Eruin should at least retain the part north of Amperel, so Madara will progress so smoothly in the Second Black Rose War.
With the wishful thinking of using Madara to constrain Saint Osor's attention, the Cruz people waited until after the Third Black Rose War that Madara fully sat down. But at that time everything was too late, so there was the protracted battle afterwards.
Brando couldn't help but remember the war that took place in the Alkash Mountains. He shook his head, but he also saw through Wood's disguise. He replied: "If it's just a prejudice, I wouldn't mention the black rose of Bramanto. Are there fewer enemies of the Eruin?"
He paused for a while, and said bluntly: "If Eruin blocks Madara's north-west road, the gang of bones will have to look eastward for an exit."
Wood closed his mouth immediately.
The old man clearly understood that the young man in front of him had seen everything through, including Madara's plan and Cruz's plan. He took a deep look at Brando, "Madara has recovered the mercury rod, and the rise is inevitable. As far as I know, their emperor has gained great prestige in this war, integrating this ancient I am afraid that the time of the country is imminent. At most a few years, the time for the undead to move north and west will be ripe."
"And at this time, can Eluin complete the reunification and have the ability to resist Madara's invasion?" He glanced at Brando and replied. Wood didn't make any false statements this time, because he knew that it was just a waste of two people's time in front of Brando.
But before Brando spoke, he reminded: "Don't forget, there is another war in Eruin to the north. The Temple of the Earth has already started ahead of schedule because of the sword in your hand, Mr. Brando. The holy sword."
Princess Griffin listened quietly. Antitina also frowned. In fact, they all heard Brando say about the threat of Madara. Her Royal Highness also realized this, but they didn't expect time to be so tight.
Especially when the half-elf princess heard the rumors about the mercury rod, she couldn't help taking a breath and asked: "The mercury rod? Is that rumor true? It's Loki's mercury rod?"
"Exactly." Wood nodded.
"How is this possible? Why didn't the Temple of Flame tell us about these things in advance?" Princess Griffiy couldn't help being a little angry, and she asked: "Isn't Eluin also a country ruled by the Temple of Flame? Regardless of the Royal Family of Corcovado or the Royal Family of Westfah, generations of generations have faithfully believed in the doctrine of the flame, because we believe that the king of flame can uphold justice and integrity, but the priest of Wood, what do you think of us!"
"Because the Cruz people never believed that Eluin could withstand Madara’s invasion, and they were unable to mediate with the Earth Temple, Saint Osor, and Madara at the same time, they might have to give up a part of Eruin. Interests, so that the disaster will lead the dead to make Madara’s undead find trouble with the wind elves, Your Royal Highness." Brando replied.
Princess Griffin stared at the priest Wood angrily, and the priest Wood was also a little embarrassed. He didn't know why this young man always seemed to be able to see through their plans at a glance. He coughed and replied: "In fact, it is not exactly that, but Mr. Brando is not unreasonable. The Temple is not omnipotent. The Cruz Empire has many enemies. After all, the Eruins are still You must save yourself. If Eluin can resist Madara’s invasion, we may not give up our interests here. I think you can understand this too."
The princess took a breath, calmed down and nodded. "I understand, but now you can see the priest Wood. The Eruin people have such a willingness, don't they even support this little temple of flames?"
"No," Wood shook his head: "Your Royal Highness, I think you understand. There are many factions in the temple. Not everyone supports you. Whether you can get the support of others depends on your plan. How to solve this problem. Because there are many deep-rooted noble forces in the north, you can't expect them to sit still."
"But the problem now is not that I expect them to sit and wait, but that they want me to sit and wait." Her Royal Highness tightened her lips and replied coldly: "The nobles in the north are ready to move and each want to be independent. On this question, I am. I will never compromise with them. If they want war, I can only give them war, but I want to know, on which side will the temple be?"
She raised her head and looked at Wood. In fact, she knew in her heart that if the temple did not stand in the north, in fact, a large part of the nobles in the north might choose to compromise with her.
But Wood shook his head: "His Royal Highness, I can stand by your side. But this doesn't mean anything, you should understand it well, not to mention that I am not the chief priest of Ampersel now. The temple cannot abandon it. The influence in the north."
This is like a dead knot. But there is always a solution to the problem. Brando looked at Wood, and suddenly said: "So, you have a solution to this problem, right, Lord Wood? Why not just talk about it and listen to it?"
Wood was startled slightly, and he looked at Brando. Brando continued, "I remember you told Antitina, that is, my lady of the staff, you said that you might be able to solve the chaos in the north."
"No." Wood shook his head: "Mr. Brando, it's not me, but someone can do it."
"There is one person?"
Brando and Princess Griffin were both taken aback, couldn't help but stop to look at each other.
"Who?" the princess asked. She really can't think of anyone who can solve the chaos in the north, is the great priest of the temple of flames? Or His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz Empire? Or a Buga? Silver Elf
She even thought of the Dragon Clan for a while.
But the priest Wood said: "That person is also about to see you, but you still need your consent before that. For some reason, you may not want to see him. Especially you, Princess Griffin. "
"Me?" Princess Griffin pointed to herself questioningly: "Why? Who on earth is that, Lord Wood?"
"Princess Griffin," the priest Wood asked, "Are you acquainted with your brother?"
"My brother?"
Her Royal Highness suddenly gave a soft cry.