Click, the sound of the brass doorknob turning seemed to pierce the darkness and solitude. Princess Griffin opened the wooden door and walked out of the room with a squeak. The silver curly hair set off the slender face of an elf and the eyes were still A little red, but has returned to the usual cold look.
"Magdal... she has been asleep like this all these days?"
"Yes, it is no different from death. Although the basic physiological functions are still maintained, it is only a superficial phenomenon," a girl with over-consciousness replied before Brando answered, following the voice. Looking in the direction of, in the dark, Aloz’s princess curly hair was shining like gold. She held a red wild fruit and took a bite. The juice flowed down the arc of the corner of her mouth and chin; I didn’t care, but stared at Brando and Griffin with cat-eye golden pupils: “Actually, it can be said that what lies on the bed is nothing but a body with a soul lost — according to your human terms, this is how you describe it. It should be extremely appropriate. If she were a human, she would have died long ago."
"His Royal Highness is asking me, Aloz." Brando replied sternly. This little dragon has been deceived by his reputation and dragon clan's deterrence since he ran to his territory alone. To this day, the only commendable thing she did was to check Magdal's condition-but that was also driven by her curiosity. And it is obvious that although she has traveled in human society for a long time, she has not learned how to talk with people euphemistically.
"If she asked me, I won't answer. What do you think of me, Brando?" Aloz narrowed his eyes dangerously, but the height of the 13-year-old girl could hardly give her any deterrent. force.
"No need to quarrel, it's nothing." Her Royal Highness interrupted them. She didn't want Brando to annoy the Dragons because of her. As she walked forward, she turned her head and asked quietly: "My Lord, about Anlek and Jean. Dnell's alliance, do you have any ideas?"
Aloz snorted coldly.
Brando was startled. He thought that Princess Griffin would first ask him about the nun princess, but he didn't expect her to bring it up again. On this issue, he had actually considered it clearly in the carriage, and the most suitable tactic for dealing with Earl Jean Dernell was the decapitation tactic.
After all, this time is different from the past, unlike when he came to Tonigel, Earl Dernell has an overwhelming strength compared to him. At the moment, in terms of high-end combat power, even if Duke Anleck and Earl Jean Dernell together are not necessarily his opponents: Duke Anleck has the famous Eagle Swordsmen and Silver Knights, as well as several well-known Swordsman, plus some retainers, and Jean Denel's men, but only seven or eight golden-rank lackeys, even if Dejar did not die in Amperel that day, Brando could easily solve them.
After all, this is Vaughan. Personal strength accounts for a large proportion of the war. The senior officers of several legions in Vaughan’s history have been counted. Most of them are outstanding people, including his grandfather Darus. The best.
But the only problem is that the calculations in the war must be mutual. He is here to plan each other, and Grand Duke Anlek may not be able to use the plan. The strength he showed in the First Battle of Ampersel has long been shocking to the world. Although most people think that Williams died under the gunfire of the First Fleet of Eruin, it was only a later fight with the eagle Dejar, and The record against the Titans is enough to draw attention to his rising star, Eruin.
The title of Count Tonigel has long been spread throughout Eruin, even among the top of the Cruz people. Whether in the tundra in the north or the countryside in the south, no one does not know that Eruin has one more swordsman.
Even the descendants of Darus.
This kind of news can't escape the eyes of Grand Duke Anlek, not to mention that the old fox experienced the war in person that day. Even if he knew the disparity in strength and dared to show his face, either he was too arrogant or had another plan, as far as Brando was concerned, he would rather believe that it was the latter.
Therefore, in addition to the decapitation tactics, it is best to prepare for conventional warfare. It's just that the territory of the province of Anlek is vast, making Denel's territory mountainous, and regardless of the entry of the Cruz people, it takes a lot of time to fight in both places. Count Jean De Nell fights with the Vieiro bus all the year round, and there are private soldiers above the scale in the territory. As for the Grand Duke Anleck, he has been planning for a long time, and most of his men are elite soldiers.
On the princess's side, apart from the Royal First Fleet, which is still being reorganized in Ampersel, the only thing the Princess can rely on is Vlada's army and the Southern Army, in addition to the support promised by the Grand Duke Lantoniland and the Highland Knights. However, the Southern Army has been unable to receive supplies for a long time, and most of the organizational systems are incomplete. The army of the Grand Duke Lantoniland was also hit hard in the First Battle of Amperexel, so the only people who can participate in the battle are actually Vlada’s noble army and the highlands. The knight’s reinforcements, coupled with Tonigel’s pitiful little military strength.
Together, these miscellaneous troops cannot form an absolute advantage over the forces of Duke Anlek and Jean Denel. Even if Anlek’s conspiracy is not considered, the two places of Jean Denel and Anlek must be conquered. I am afraid it is also a task that takes many years. The problem is Brando knows very well that Eruin can't spare time for such a protracted war.
Only find another help.
The best choice is naturally Grand Duke Vieiro, who has a feud with Count Dnell.
Princess Griffin listened to Brando's thoughts in silence. When the sunlight outside the courtyard crossed the arch to shine on her face, the half-elf girl stopped and turned her head: "I understand... the war with Jean Denell I'll give you full responsibility, Secretary Brando. Frada's army will also be under Tonigel's command."
Brando froze suddenly: "Your Royal Highness?"
Of course he understood what this sentence meant, but he didn't seem to react for a while, and subconsciously stopped to look at the princess.
The sun after noon seemed to have just filled the wild grape shelf in the courtyard, passing a piece of green color through the last corridor in front of the arch, and imprinting it on the princess's long dress.
Time seemed to be silent for a moment, silent.
Princess Griffin looked at him, with only a very plain color in her silver eyes: "Needless to say, I believe you, Mr. Brando."
"But—" Brando was a bit dry. Although Princess Amperisel also handed over the Key Stone to him that day, it is different from the critical moment of the past, and now Princess Griffin has put it in her hand. Almost all the strength is handed over to him, which seems to have some connivance.
This is not like a clear-headed politician should behave.
However, the princess did not want to give him a chance to speak. She lowered her eyelids, blinked her thick eyelashes, and continued to say quietly: "There is one more thing."
"Um?"
Brando let out a sigh of relief, but fortunately, Aloz's little female dragon had already walked away boringly, otherwise he would have to make fun of him at the moment.
"Magdal... is my best friend. I understand that she became like this because of me. Anyway, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I hope you can rescue her."
"By my side, only you have this ability."
"So, can you promise me?"
Brando didn't look at the look on the face of the princess, but from her tone of voice, she could also hear the rare weakness. He didn't say much, he just nodded, in fact, even if Princess Griffin didn't mention it, he would find a way to rescue Magdal.
If you have fought side by side, you are a companion. This is what the senior sister said herself.
"I understand." He replied.
Her Royal Highness raised her head, looked at him carefully, and then walked two steps closer. He stretched out a hand and pressed it on his nobleman's scarf, and smiled somewhat relievedly: "Thank you, my knight, you have never disappointed me."
Then she stepped back, gave him one last look, and walked down the stairs with her skirt, and disappeared into the courtyard in a blink of an eye, leaving Brando standing alone under the arch in a daze.
"Your Royal Highness seems to have a good impression of you, Brando." Until a crisp voice penetrated his thoughts.
Brando's brows twitched slightly, he turned his head, and he saw a familiar face as expected. Roman was wearing her thick business suit, holding his hands, and standing a little behind him, looking at the direction of Griffin's disappearance as curiously as he was.
I don't know when this guy arrived.
As soon as Brando saw her little look with a question mark face, he couldn't help asking a little bit irritably, "So, you guys don't know how to be jealous?"
"A little bit."
Brando glared at her.
"Back, isn't the answer right, Brando?" Roman looked at him, shrinking his neck.
Brando sighed and stretched out his hand: "Give me your hand."
"why?"
"This is an order."
"Oh-"
The merchant girl thought for a while, wiped her hand on the leather jacket vigorously, and then put her hand in his palm. Brando felt the slightly cool temperature, and couldn't help but glance at the eldest lady, and his heart softened: "Have you been to the street?"
"Not yet, and Flor wouldn't let me go out. I knew I wouldn't ask Qian to borrow the gun. It was too much. I had already returned it to her." Roman was full of dismay.
"I will accompany you out for a walk."
"Really?" The businessman asked in surprise.
"certainly."
"Then... Brando, can you really rescue that princess? It sounds like a knight story. Prince and princess, will she marry you when she wakes up, Brando?"
"This is not something you need to care about."
Brando answered badly.
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