In the carriage, it was as quiet as it was when I went there. Antitina sat opposite him, and Brando asked amidst the bumps: "Antitina, what do you think of this matter?" Antitina didn't. The first time she spoke, this incident had too much impact on her. She seemed to recover from the unreal dizziness after a while, and answered with as calm thoughts as possible: "I feel a little hastily, Lord Sir, at least you should wait until after the battle with Jean Denel before agreeing to this matter. Seriously, this matter will have more advantages than disadvantages for Eruin in the future, but it seems a little bit if you do it as your adult. It's not appropriate. Although the princess may not be jealous, it is terrifying, and falling in the eyes of those with a heart is a sign of your domineering future. Nowadays, Lord Lord, you must pay attention to your relationship with the princess. "The lady of the staff lowered her long eyelashes, and she moved when she answered, her voice was very soft, and she appeared soft and sensible.
Her answer gave Brando some unexpected surprises. Antitina was so old-fashioned and cute in his heart. He originally thought that once the noble lady reacted, she would sternly teach him the situation today. It's hard to come by, don't easily put your own territory in danger for your own willfulness, because with Antitina's temperament, she can definitely do it. As long as it is for his sake, then she will definitely take 120,000 points seriously. But she didn't. The pattern and wisdom in the mind of her lady of staff far exceeded his expectations. She had even seen the layout and true meaning of his arrangement. Her remarks were really something he had never thought of before. I was only thinking about the layout, and almost forgot the most important people.
Brando looked at his assistant lady, full of curiosity, as if he was still following his country lord at the previous moment, following the spring and autumn festival of solar term cultivation for the territory, and he even had to take care of the leaders. The average noble lady suddenly became a figure similar to Overwell and Macaro who can really advise the superior. Could it be that this noble daughter will actually upgrade, he looked at the other party, and his heart was full A surprise of picking up a baby.
"What's the matter, Lord Lord?" Antitina was a little disturbed by the hot eyes of her Lord Lord, but she was not Akane or Freya, so she blushed and looked away. She still remembered her role as an assistant. , Although his heart was pounding, but still forced to calmly open his mouth and asked seriously.
"Call me Brando."
Antitina opened her mouth, her face flushed.
"Is there any remedy?" Brando asked again, and he suddenly found that it was very interesting to disturb his mind of the lady of the staff, and then watch her force her to calm the area and think about the problem. Of course, the latter did not notice the evil taste of her lord, she took a breath and nodded and said: "At least notify the princess and tell her the ins and outs. After all, Lord Veronica entrusted this matter to her right now. Your lord, cloth... Your choice is nothing wrong with your lord... She... She should understand your painstaking efforts..."
Brando nodded. He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window quietly. The carriage was passing through a boulevard outside Port Gris, and the canopy was dividing the sunlight penetrating the branches into fast-moving golden light and shadows. He thought for a moment, then turned his gaze back, and glanced at Star, who was sitting next to him, who was rubbing his skin. This guy had just finished the pastry that Antitina prepared for him. His mouth was full of cake scum, and he was checking the food under the table. Is there any slippery fish in the drawer? "Don't look for it, no more, Star, let me ask you a question, have you ever heard of such a name as the Queen of Silver or Constance." Brando asked, and the little fat dragon closed the drawer in frustration. Asked back: "Who is that?"
This reaction was expected by Brando, so he asked again: "Then have you heard of any treasure in the dragon clan that can make people rejuvenate?"
"Rejuvenate," Star wiped his mouth with his sleeves, rubbing all the scum from his mouth on his valuable vest shirt: "There are many such things. The Fountain of Youth is for you mortals. Priceless treasure, but we have several mouthfuls there. By the way, Aloz has one." Brando noticed that the lady's eyes lit up slightly, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, knowing Antiti. Na must be thinking about the baby of the little mother dragon, the girl really is still unaware of this kind of gimmick that can keep her youthful, even if it is a staid person like the noble lady. But he shook his head: "I'm not talking about this kind of rejuvenation, but real, rejuvenation, not only the face, but the inside of the body is rejuvenated, and it brings people back to the treasures of the heyday of youth."
Star's mouth was fixed there, and he subconsciously replied: "How can such a thing exist? If there is such a thing, our dragon race will be an immortal race!"
"Immortality is not enough, even if it only takes effect once, is there such a thing?"
"That's not true," Star shook his head like a rattle: "This has violated Martha's most basic law." He glanced at Brando again, and said in an inconceivable way: "Lord Lord, I think you are still young. I should cherish the present, there is no need to pursue these illusory things. I heard that the eternal and immortal kings among you humans are incompetent tyrants, but you have to be really intentional. In fact, I can recommend you to Mada Look for those bone shelves and consult."
"Go away." Brando kicked over. Then he turned his head and said to Antitina: "Write a letter."
"To your Royal Highness—"
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Summer goes to autumn, this sentence is suitable for Vieiro right now, only a week after Freya arrived in Valentenburg, the emerald green and deep ink of the mountains outside the castle in midsummer was stained with a hint of yellow. Griffith stood on the corridor with silver eyes reflecting the undulating hills of the southern foothills of the Gunn Mountains. The autumn wind had risen, and the maid behind him had already put a shawl on her, but the wide and warm fur shawl set off the princess. Her Royal Highness is as delicate as an elf, but she stands upright, just like her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. The mountain breeze named Salmin swept the silver hair on her forehead. Her Royal Highness spread out the letter paper in her hand. The wind clashed, her fingertips were a little pale, and her heart seemed to be filled with anger. She read the letters on the letter paper again and again, and couldn't help but crumple the letter paper into a ball.
The princess's movements frightened the maid behind her, and one of them asked cautiously: "Your Royal Highness?"
"It's nothing, let the damn fellow Denel." Griffin seemed to have a piece of paper in her heart with Brando's name written on it. She poke and poke on it with a knife, this damn fellow, The damn thing is that she still dare not say it. If the news that she was violent with the Tonigel Count was spread outside, she could hardly imagine what a disaster it would be for the newly stabilized Southern Territory.
Grandfather can only help her. After all, Grand Duke Vieiro was first and foremost a duke, a nobleman of the kingdom.
"Would you like to invite Lord Overwell or Lord Earl?" the maid asked again carefully. She thought the letter was from the south, but she didn't dare to guess any more, she was just a small one. The maid.
Griffith knew that the Lord Earl in her waitress meant Oeting, she shook her head a little upset: "No need, it's not a big deal." Then she glanced at the paper ball in her hand, wishing to lose it. Stepped on two more feet on the ground, but after hesitating for a moment, he peeled it back and flattened it. The letter paper has become crumpled and no longer flat, just like the image of the once-perfect knight in her mind, and can no longer change back to the original dreamlike dream of a girl. The half-elf girl suddenly felt an unreasonable grief in her heart. Why is it so? Whether it is Macaro, Teacher Lewoods, Anlek, and this nasty guy right now, isn't there a big Eruin? Someone who can make her trust
But how dare she disclose such things to outsiders? Every word in Brando’s letter is like every word, weighing heavily on her chest, arbitrarily involved in the matter of the empire’s heir, and then chopped it out first. It's daring. She bit and bit her lower lip, biting her lip so much that she didn't even think that Brando chopped first and then played it was not so hateful to her, but did that guy know if it angered the empire? What a terrible thing, this is the dragon's scale, which will die if touched.
How dare she let Overwell and Odin discuss this kind of thing? Although Sir Wolf is her teacher and core ally, in her heart, she is not a person who can be trusted. Fortunately, Overwell is also very clear about this bottom line. She just clicks what she says. She is icy and smart, and most of them don't need to be reminded. Count Oeting is a bit inferior to her teacher in terms of political sensitivity, but she is loyal to the kingdom so she can rest assured. But none of them were the most suitable candidates for the ministers in her mind.
For some reason, there is always an abominable shadow in her heart. She simply put away the letter with a bang, and then walked towards her study.
"Your Royal Highness?" The maidservants were somewhat inexplicable.
"I'm going to write a reply."
Only five days later, Her Royal Highness received the second letter from Tonigel. This letter is different from the formula of the first letter. The letter explains in detail the ins and outs of the political asylum provided to Prince Lenaret, some of Brando’s own considerations, and the troubles that may be faced in doing so. And benefits. Griffin sat at his desk, stroked Brando's petitions on the letter with his fingertips, and sat for a while in a daze. "It seems that I was wrong to blame him," she thought, "but he promised Veronica that it would not benefit his own territory at all. Is it just to defile himself?"
But this time, after the half-elf girl carefully checked whether the magic seal on the letterhead was intact, she gently folded the letter, and carefully received it in her mithril box; that box was only owned by her and Haruze The key is a birthday gift given to her by Obergus VII, and she will bring this box wherever she goes. Then she wrote another letter in reply.
The first half of the reply was filled with relief and encouragement from a regent princess to his subordinates, and said that she did not care about this matter and hoped that Brando would not have any grudges. But at the end of the letterhead, the princess wrote in her graceful words: "Master Earl, although it may be very rude to speak so presumptuously, I still want to ask you, Master Earl, about the future of this kingdom, as well as me, ha Luze and how do you see the future relationship between this kingdom and your lord? I hope that a kind and just knight I have met will answer this question."
When Brando received this letter, he couldn't help being a little funny. The princess seemed to have nothing to do with him, and even played a warm card. However, he had no ambitions. When he got this letter, he had only a forward faith in his heart. He had no other words. He immediately replied a letter to the princess. There was no word in the letter, only a blank page, and then he took the princess to her majesty. The brooch that I gave myself was placed on the white paper.
A week later, he received a reply.
There was only one sentence in the reply.
"Mr. Brando, please let go, Eruin's future, together with Haruze, is in your hands."
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The woods rustled.
Princess Magdal lay quietly on the big bed that seemed to grow naturally from the wall of the tree, with her blonde hair scattered on the snow-white sheets, her eyelids closed quietly, like the sleeping beauty in a fairy tale. But everyone in the room could already feel the breath that the princess had regained. Her chest was undulating slightly, and her long eyelashes would occasionally tremble, as if she would wake up at any time.
Brando breathed a sigh of relief, and he gave the others a wink first, and signaled Shire, Hippamilla, Star and the twin sisters to go out first. Then he turned his head and thanked the cold-faced girl behind him: "Thanks to you, Miss Frofa."
Star hid the dragon's heart in another lair in the Dead Frost Forest, but it was completely destroyed by a big explosion. The one placed on Magdal was brought by the Aloztor from the dragon. Yes, although the little female dragon is stern, but it is true. It's just that she should have implanted Magdal's heart of the dragon herself, but now she can't get out because of the confinement period. In the end, the cold-faced dragon girl commissioned by her replaced her to fulfill this promise-and comer Brando happened to have met once in the legacy of the saint, the girl whom Aloz called Frofa.
He was worried that there might be a problem, but he didn't expect the latter to be more reliable than the former. Not only was the entire implantation process clean and tidy, but at least so far it seemed that there was no problem at all.
Therefore, his gratitude is also sincere. Since the battle of Amperthel, he has regarded Princess Magdal as a friend. If it were not for them, the princess would not end up where he is now. Whenever he thinks of the princess that night His Royal Highness went in the rain to listen to the news but was found and then executed. He was very uncomfortable. The nun must have been very frightened and desperate at the time, but for the sake of her friendship with Princess Griffin, she still went without turning back. In this era, the friendship between Eruin, Magdal and Griffin , Can be said to be the most shining humanity in the dark.
It's a pity that she is such a gentle and kind girl who never ends well in history.
Frofa's dress is still the same as when she met him last time. She glanced at Princess Magdal on the bed, then turned her head and looked at Brando without opening her mouth, but stretched out her hand to him, spreading her palms. .
What does it mean? Brando was taken aback for a moment.
"Earrings." Frofa's voice was like dripping onto the ice.
Brando’s little affection for Aloz that had just been established in his heart disappeared instantly, and he couldn’t help cursing the little female dragon over and over again in his heart, as if she had been thinking of ways since meeting her. The ground set him a series of traps, and now that the biggest time bomb has come to him, Tick Tick Tick is always ready to detonate, and he had completely forgotten this before. But this is not the core of the problem. Frofa's earrings were damaged in the last battle of Amperexel, and now he is told how to get it out.
He plucked up the courage to take a look at the cold-faced dragon girl, and remembered Aloz and Shiduo’s words about the symbolic meaning of dragon earrings. He couldn’t help but blush with red ears. Fortunately, he experienced so many things. After that, the skin was finally trained, and he was able to learn from the cheeks of other nobles and hesitated and replied: "Well, Miss Frofa, I really lost your earrings a little bit carelessly."
The dragon girl looked at him coldly.
Brando felt as if there was a sharp sword hanging over his head, which would fall down at any time. "That... I think," he stubbornly said, "Actually, I think that personal marriages should not be linked to an item. Although the customs are also very important, but... You see, you are a dragon, I am a human, we want The customs you follow are also different. You should be able to understand what I mean, Miss Frofa, I mean, I didn’t even know before that.” Actually speaking, Brando is not. He couldn’t fight against young dragons like Aloz or even Frofa, but he felt that he was wrong in the first place. The thought that the battle was first declining naturally lowered the dragon girl in front of her.
Frofa listened for a moment with a cold face, and then said lightly:
"You mean you don't want to marry me?"
"Damn!" Brando looked at each other stunnedly, not understanding how she heard such a meaning from her own words. He opened his mouth, and it took a long time to squeeze out such a sentence: "This... I'm afraid that's not what it means."
The dragon girl glanced at him, her eyes became colder than ever, making Brando feel as if she was already a dead person in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Mr. Earl, I hate those who play with girls' hearts most. People, please do it yourself.” After saying this, she turned around, opened the door, walked out, then slammed the door shut, leaving Brando standing there with an inexplicable look.
Brando was going crazy, "Aloz, what the hell did you bastard do!" He roared in his heart.
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