"Brando, let your father tell you these things," Windsor touched the shallow scar left on his son's cheek-this scar was left during the wolf disaster, although it is not obvious, but It still made her heartache: "There are some things in our family, it's time to tell you. But now, you can tell me what happened these days, you must have suffered a lot outside."
"Nothing, but mom, you wouldn't let me stand here and talk."
"Look, I'm always confused."
"You are not old, but you are the great beauty that is famous here and there, more beautiful than the eternal youth Elaine goddess, from Silman to Buche, from Manowell to Kurke Castle, many people admire Where's the old man."
Windsor smiled at it, and Freya and Antitina also chuckled. They had never seen their lord like this. The hostess of the manor took the hands of the two little girls and led them into the house. It was a living room, which was arranged compactly and warmly, like the usual style of rural houses in this area, with fireplaces and walls. There is a flower stand, there is a pot of Chlorophytum hanging down in the room, next to the kitchen, and a low wooden cabinet is placed against the wall, which is filled with porcelain pots of various colors, there is a sofa in the center of the living room, there is a coffee table, the coffee table is already ready for fragrance All kinds of dim sum, still steaming, are all self-produced by the mill.
Brando can still remember his mother's craftsmanship, and Antitina and Freya are also full of praise, but they are both elegant and elegant, and they are embarrassed to eat after a few pieces.
Then Brando began to tell his mother about his experience during this period. He is not good at telling stories, but he also speaks clearly. When he talked about how he escaped from Ridenburg, Windsor showed a look of rejoicing and said with some worry: "My father and I heard that it was a mercenary who took the refugees out of Ridenburg. I didn’t expect you to also. In it, why didn't you come to us directly at that time, your father was angry about this matter."
"I want too," Brando blushed, "but you also know that I got involved in everything for a while. I was worried about revealing my identity and also worried about causing trouble to my family, so I had to choose not to go home."
"poor child."
"Aunt Windsor, I can also testify for Brando. He got into those nasty cultists to save me. I blamed me for being too adept at that time. Please help Brando to tell Scott Uncle, please explain, Brando is not to blame for this." Freya mustered up the courage to interject in a low voice at this time.
Windsor glanced at her with a smile: "Silly boy, you are not to blame for this, nor Brando. Our old man is just sulking himself. He is so stubborn. It will be fine after a while. Freya, Antitina, if you don’t dislike it, just call me Mother Windsor. From now on, this will be your home."
Antitina and Freya only felt their cheeks hot when they heard it, and they were still screaming there, but they were warm in their hearts. Freya was okay. The noble daughter dropped her eyelids and almost shed tears.
Brando didn't know what his mother's idea was, and hurriedly interrupted: "Mom, a lot of things happened later."
"Oh?" Windsor was really attracted attention: "By the way, after that, where did you go?"
"After that, to settle the refugees, I went to Tonigel."
"Tonygle, I seem to have heard of this place. By the way, there seems to be a remarkable figure called Count Tonigle. I heard that he had suffered a loss for the Cruz people in Amperexel, and recently even Mada Ladu was defeated by him, and he helped her Royal Highness defeat Jean de Nell's army, and he must be renamed Count Jean de Nell soon."
Brando knew that his mother was always more knowledgeable. Otherwise, how would the countrywoman know what makes Denell and Tonigel, let alone see the relationship, Brando attributed this to the mother’s nobles in the past. He was born, but now it seems that the average little noble family can cultivate such a daughter. As a grandfather, his mother’s background may not be too young.
But he was a little surprised that his mother didn't seem to know who Earl Tonigel was. Didn't Bunid tell them
"Mother, you really don't know who Count Jean Dernell is?"
"How do I know who the Lord Earl is, silly boy, I only learned about this only after listening to the rumors that came out of the city."
"what?"
Brando did not make this cry of surprise, but Anttina, the lady of the staff and her lord looked at each other, and couldn't help but look at each other. The Highland Knight didn't seem to tell his family what had happened during this period of time, so why did they rush to find him in such a hurry? Brando couldn't help but become more and more confused for a while, wondering what medicine was bought in the group of weird knight gourds on Karasu Highland.
"Brando, do you know that Count Tonigel?"
Brando nodded and was about to speak, but at this moment he saw Dawn coming out of the room inside and said to him: "Brando, Mr. Scott, he will let you pass."
Brando closed his mouth and glanced at his mother. Windsor nodded to him: "Go, Brando, let your father see you. Don't look at him like this. These days, he doesn't have a day. Worrying about you, in order to find you, he even entrusted those relationships in the past. Originally, your grandfather... Hey, forget it, go, your father will tell you everything."
Brando also nodded. He originally wanted to take Antitina with him, but after thinking about it, he was going to see his father. It seemed a bit too ambiguous to take Antitina with him; he looked towards it subconsciously. Miss the staff, Antitina and him were in touch, and immediately understood what her lord was thinking, and hurriedly replied: "I will stay with Aunt Windsor."
"Call mother." Windsor corrected.
Antitina blushed and yelled something in a mosquito-like voice. I am afraid that she herself might not be able to hear it clearly, but Windsor smiled openly: "Go," she said, "Go, Bu Lando, let your father take a good look at you. You are also a man now."
Brando got up and walked into the back room with Dawn. They passed through a room and came to the courtyard at the back of the manor. He saw his father standing under an oak tree beside him from afar. There was another person. Brando recognized that it was the highlander's head Bund, but he saw another girl not far from the two. When he saw each other, he was standing like a petrified person. There.
The girl obviously noticed him too. She turned her head and looked at him carefully; the girl stood there, wearing a long silver dress, her pointed ears passing through the silver hair, which set off her soft face. But the look in his eyes was calm as a dream: "Brandoqin, long time no see."
"Gong... Your Royal Highness?"
Brando thought about all kinds of possibilities, but he never dreamed that Princess Griffin would eventually appear in front of him.
How could the princess appear here? Brando felt as if he was being slapped, his mind was blank for a while, and he lost the ability to think. The visit of the Highland Knight was not unexpected. His grandfather was Darus, and his mother was a noble daughter of Kardilego. All signs indicated that he might be from the Highland Knight's family. However, the Highland Knights are independent of Eruin's political system and have always maintained a transcendent position. When did they come together with the princess, and the royal family
Brando looked at Bunide, looked at His Royal Highness, and looked at his father. For a while, his thinking was short-circuited.
This is completely beyond his understanding.
Brando looked at his father subconsciously, trying to get a reasonable answer from the old man. But the old Scott was wiping a two-handed sword. His movements were meticulous, and he silently wiped the blade of the sword shiny, then raised his head and looked at Brando: "I just heard that in the past year and a half, You have experienced many things, the princess also made you an earl, and your swordsmanship has also improved a lot?"
Bunid chuckled, "Scott, your son is not what he used to be. Now even I may not be his opponent."
A gleam of surprise flashed in Scott's eyes. He stared at his son sternly. At that time, Brando ran to the countryside of Butch because he couldn't endure the hardship of militia training. He knew that his son was talented in swordsmanship. But he was loose by nature, for which he didn't lose his temper. It’s just that before his father was alive, his father had been teaching Brando. The old man also forbids other people in this manor to show swordsmanship. He has been unable to intervene. Not long after his father died, this uninhibited fellow Just fled to Butcher.
He couldn't think that so many things would happen afterwards, and he didn't even know that his son was still alive before Bunid came to the door.
Scott looked at the sword in his hand. It was his old buddy. He carefully cherished it for nearly two decades. Today is the first time it can be seen again. He raised his sword, gestured, and then looked at Brando.
"Old man, what on earth is going on." Brando has become more and more confused.
"You want to know, after passing my level, I will naturally tell you." Scott raised his sword and put on a defensive posture: "If you want to inherit something, you must first have that qualification, otherwise I I'd rather you be mediocre, come on."
Brando knew at a glance that this was Eruin's military swordsmanship, but a set of two-handed swordsmanship. To be honest, his father's strength also tends to be above the golden realm. Looking at Eruin, he is also considered to be the top player in the ranking, but at this moment, he is full of flaws in his eyes. "The old man is still far behind my grandfather." Brando thought to himself, but with an awkward expression on his face: "Old man, forget it."
He was not afraid, but worried that if he could not get the old man out of the stage with two or three tricks; besides, the princess and Bund were still here. With the old man’s stubborn temper, if he really caused the old man to lose face, he I'm afraid that the good days are coming to an end.
"Mr. Scott, will you let me come?" Griffiy said suddenly.
"Your Royal Highness—?" Scott was startled.
"Scott, let Her Royal Highness try." Bunid smiled slightly from the side.
Scott hesitated for a moment. He glanced at his son, then looked at the princess, and nodded: "Then please take care of your safety."
Brando has been paying attention to Bund's look, the guy smiled like an old fox, and he didn't know what he was making. Griffiin took the sword from his hand, holding the skirt in one hand, and came to Brando. "Master Earl, in terms of swordsmanship, you are Haruze's teacher, and you are also my teacher," she raised her sword and saluted Brando: "Teacher, please advise."
The half-elf princess bowed slightly, wearing a long dress, but holding a long sword, like a lily blooming in the afternoon sun, which made her heart beating. But when she stood upright again, her face was stern, and her aura changed, as if she was no longer the eldest princess of the Kingdom of Eruin, but a female knight standing in the abyss. She looked at Brando with silver eyes, only Brando's figure remained in her eyes, pulling the skirt with one hand, stepping forward, and piercing Brando with a sword with one hand.
The sword light of that sword shone in the dappled sunlight through the leaves, like a bunch of flowers and leaves stretched out.
When Scott saw this sword, he couldn't help but nodded secretly. His Royal Highness's sword was not a fancy, it showed a fairly solid basic skill. He couldn't help looking at Brando. With his son's past level, even if he came to ten, he couldn't take this sword.
But Brando did not rush, stepped back, let the sword of the princess, and then gently knocked with the sheathed sword of the earth, making Griffith know where to go with this sword. . The princess returned without success, her face was red, and she looked at him in a little surprised. Although she had known that this Count Tonigel was excellent in swordsmanship, she had never expected that she would be able to defuse her offensive in such an understatement.
She could feel that Brando hadn't exerted any effort, and even the speed of her movements was not much faster than that of ordinary people. She was merely using skill to fight her swordsmanship.
Scott frowned. Brando's hand is more famous than a knight who has been on the battlefield. It contains not only swordsmanship, but combat experience. Only those who have experienced battles dare Such an understatement to face the sword blade that was pierced by other people. He couldn't help but looked at his son suspiciously. Bund hadn't told him Brando's great achievements, but he guessed something at the moment, thinking that his son might indeed have an extraordinary chance outside this time. .
The princess’s sword failed, she immediately closed her sword, and slashed at Brando’s waist with a backhand. The blade drew a silver arc with her figure, but the dancing dress was even more beautiful. Most of them stayed for a while. Slashing is different from stabbing. He can no longer avoid this sword. He has to use the sheathed earth sword to press down the sword of Her Royal Highness, and then take a step forward and get stuck on Griffin's attack line, Your Royal Highness The sword body sank, and Brando's figure was blocked in front of her for a moment. She wanted to retract the sword, but it was too late, her hand was tight, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Griffith’s sword is a well-known technique in white crow swordsmanship. Wingsmaneuver, Brando is so familiar with it. He almost used it subconsciously when he saw it. He was good at a set of coping methods, but when he caught the princess's neck with the scabbard with one hand, and held the other's wrist tightly with the other hand, he almost made the princess's entire back stick to his chest, he was shocked. What a stupid thing he did, he was stunned for a while.
This is over!
Brando had only one thought in his mind at that moment.
Not only him, but Scott was taken aback. He never knew that his son was so bold that he not only ruthlessly defeated the princess, but also openly took advantage of the princess. With Martha on, Scott only felt that his biggest fault in his life was not teaching Brando what is called a gentleman, but there was a hint of rejoicing in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't really get started with his son just now, otherwise it wouldn't be. He tried his son in school, but his son got him in school. Then he would lose face and even his insides in front of Bund.
There was a faint pride in his heart. They were a knight family after all, and the knights stood with swords. This generation of the Cardiloso family did not shame the family after all, and it was far beyond everyone's expectations.
The courtyard was quiet for a while.
Griffith stayed for a while, but there was no expression of embarrassment on her face. She struggled lightly and said, "Teacher, can you let me go?"
Brando reacted at once, and quickly let go of her Royal Highness, only to feel that his cheeks were hot all the way to the base of his ears. He thought to himself: "Oh my God, what have you done?" She's so stupid. I'm afraid I can't even jump into the Yellow River. He couldn't help but look at Her Royal Highness with shame, but Griffith's expression was very calm. She bent down and picked up the sword on the ground, quietly. Glancing at Brando, he took a moment to breathe, and then said: "Mr. Scott, your excellency, can you let me stay alone with Lord Earl for a while?"
Scott and Bunid looked at each other, as if they had exchanged a color, and then nodded.
But before leaving, Bund smiled and said to Brando: "The little guy is courageous. As the'uncle', I will pray for you."
Brando's old man, the old Mr. Scott is more reserved, he just glared at him and reminded: "It's good to do it yourself."
Brando saw the two people walking out of the yard one after another, and did not understand what the princess meant. He turned his head and saw Griffith standing with the sword in both hands; she stood under the tree and raised her head. , The fine light spots between the leaves fell on her shoulders, looking like a fairy in the forest. Her eyes passed through the courtyard, looking at the scattered farmland outside the manor and the stag forest in the distance, softly speaking: "Mr. Cavalier, can I still call you that?"
The remaining warmth on Brando's face has not faded. At this moment, when he is alone with the Princess, he feels particularly uncomfortable, as if the soft touch before is still in his arms, and the faint scent of lily is still on his body, which makes him a little fascinated. Not thinking about belonging, but he still nodded.
Griffith glanced at him, the look in his silver eyes was very complicated, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried.
"You must be very surprised, why do I appear here with the Highland Knights, right?"
Brando nodded.