That gray gem looked dim and dazzling under the light. This contradictory feeling is so natural on this gem, as if it makes people attracted by the first glance. Anyone who sees this gem for the first time will know that it is extraordinary. But this gray gem looked so familiar to Brando that he opened the dimension hole and took out another almost identical gray gem from it and held it in his hand. Then when he slowly opened the palm of his hand, Freya said There was a slight exclamation.
"Brando, the gems in your hand are exactly the same as those left by your grandfather. Is this left to you by Lord Darus?"
Brando took a look at the Valkyrie of Eruin, who was startled. Freya had never seen him show such a weird look, subconsciously thinking whether he had said something wrong.
Brando took a breath, then put the gem back-in fact, he still has one such gem. He has seen something similar twice. The first time, it was in the ring of trade winds. The second time was under the glacier of the Dead Frost Forest. In the ring of trade winds, the chief priest Amman and Saint Osor after the wind called this gem the stone of sealing, and under the glacier, the Miner people enshrined it as a sacred object in the weird dream. But he knew in his heart what this thing was—the soul fragment of the Dark Dragon.
This grey gem exudes a strange brilliance because it has been transparent inside, which proves that the inheritance within the gem has been extracted.
And this gem—
It is the relic of his grandfather.
Sword Saint Darus is the Dark Dragon? Brando himself was taken aback by his sudden thoughts, which seemed to explain why Darus was judged by the Temple of Flame, exiled, and chose to leave the power center of the kingdom and live in seclusion; why the jihad that day Among them, the friendly forces will suddenly turn to each other, because the sword sage Darus is the dragon of darkness, and because there is such a truth, everything seems to make sense. He shook his head again, but this did not explain why they would be attacked by the Madara undead army from behind during the third holy war in the game.
What's more, if his grandfather is the dragon of darkness, it is unlikely that the Temple of Flame will let him go like this. After all, the dragon of darkness is the deadly enemy of the four temples.
Another doubt comes from the lifespan of his grandfather. In Brando’s memory, his grandfather died of illness, but he also died of the gradual aging and decline of body functions. His final lifespan can only be regarded as an ordinary person. The ones in it are relatively long-lived, but in terms of the realm of Sword Saint Darus's strength, this is actually a premature death. He had been suspicious of this early on, not to mention that his lifespan would be greatly improved after he got the inheritance of the Dark Dragon. He knew very well what the inheritance of the dark dragon meant-it was the blood of the gods.
Brando twisted his knuckles and tapped on the desk table. Suspiciousness was reborn in his heart, as if there was a faint thread in his thoughts, but he couldn't catch the thread for a while.
At this moment, Freya suddenly said: "Brando, Antitina, look at this map."
Brando already had some guesses and conclusions in his mind at this moment. He raised his head and looked at the simple map, but it was okay not to look at it, but he was slightly startled by this look. Because on that papyrus map, only a few simple lines were drawn with a pen that was difficult to fade, and then some annotations were written crookedly. It was almost impossible to understand where the drawing was on the whole map, but He suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen this map there.
Is it in the game
He immediately shook his head. There are very few secret maps in the game. Sophie has touched a few of them, but most of them are clearer than this one. In this life, he has come into contact with even fewer secret maps, almost nothing. Although he had an impression of this map, he couldn't remember seeing it there for a while.
Freya looked at him and Antitina, and then said: "These notes are also secret texts, and it seems that there is a place called Osopao written on them."
"Osopa'o?" Antitina said: "Eluin doesn't have such a place."
"Neither did Cruz." Brando replied, and he took a deep breath: "This is the name of the Miner, where the Miner once had a battle with the Cruz and the wind elves."
He suddenly remembered. That kind of feeling was like another image subconsciously appeared in his mind, and this image naturally overlapped with this crude map, which made him agitated suddenly, and suddenly remembered that he had seen this map here. Come. Miner, Tumen, Tumen once hid a map in his mind when he officially embarked on the journey of the Journeyman. That map occasionally appeared in his mind, but he took the initiative to remember when , But can't remember a little bit, it is precisely because of this that he had the familiar and unfamiliar feeling before.
He completely thought it through now. The map that Tumen gave was only the lines of undulating mountains and rivers, but Antitina's father marked them. The place Freya was referring to was Osopah. The Plain of Hubei—that is, the four-leaf clover field today. However, there are still some places that Brando thought should be the place names of the Miner people, corresponding to the place names of today. It’s just that there is still a large blank space on the map left by Antitina’s father. Although Brando doesn’t know why Borg Nesson drew such a map, he faintly thought that the latter might be looking for something. , And this thing is not only related to the war between the Miner people and the Dark Iron people thousands of years ago.
I am afraid it is also related to his grandfather.
"Grandfather, where are you holy?" Brando couldn't help groaning in his heart.
He looked at these three things on the desk, and the doubts in his heart suddenly became deeper than when he didn't find these clues. It was as if he found out that there were more black clouds behind him after he lifted the fog, and he couldn't see his fingers; the doubts in his heart were difficult, and finally I couldn't help but open the heart connection, and said to Shire and Medissa on the other side: "Charre, Medissa, are you there? I have a question for you."
But he didn't expect that he had just spoken, and Shire's surprised voice came over: "Ha, Lord Lord, I was looking for you for something, but I heard your voice unexpectedly. We really have a heart..."
"Stop talking nonsense," Brando interrupted his teasing angrily: "Charle, I ask you, do you know the two people, Famede and Hippard?"
The voice over there was agitated: "Oh my God, Lord Lord, what are you asking them to do?"
"That means you know each other?"
"Naturally, they are your grandfather's attendants, and Parmide was born in the Anna family, the second son of the Earl of Grey Mountain. Thippard is a little noble family from Westfah, he was a famous genius back then."
Charlton paused and continued, "Brando, did you find them?"
Brando shook his head: "I just heard about it by accident."
"Did your father tell you," Charles sighed, "I have been looking for them too."
"So you don't know their situation?"
"Lord Lord, they left without saying goodbye after receiving the order of the princess. I know they must know something, so I have been looking for them all the time." Charles replied.
Brando frowned and asked keenly: "Your Royal Highness?"
Charles's voice seemed to be dumb, and then he said, "Ah, you got it wrong, Lord Lord."
"Charles, I heard from Tiger Sparrow that the scenery of the Gems Plain is very good, and I think it's time to give you a vacation for so long." Brando threatened silently.
Charles’s voice was almost crying: "Okay, Brando, don’t put me in confinement, listen to me... Okay, the princess... You know, your father was bad. One point became the engagement party of an aunt of Princess Griffin."
"Someone?"
"It is inconvenient for me to reveal her name. I have to maintain a lady's reputation. Besides, she may not meet you either." Charles said helplessly.
"What you said is true?"
"It's true," the young attendant mage promised vowedly.
Brando frowned, always feeling that this guy's words could not be fully believed, but if the other party said it, the clue seemed to be broken again.
He shook his head, and suddenly remembered: "What can you do if you are looking for me?"
"Ah, ah, don't you still have something to ask Medissa?" Charles was sweating and wanted to put aside the subject, but he heard Brando snorted and quickly replied: "Well, I am Say, if the matter on your side is not very urgent, you'd better listen to a message from me first."
"What news?" Brando was taken aback.
"It was a magic message passed to her by a certain countess, and she passed it on to me."
"Dilphary?"
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There was a silver brooch in front of the princess hall. She picked up the brooch, admired it carefully, and then put it down silently.
She still remembers the situation that afternoon—
The afternoon sun seemed to have a smell of Hexi, and the leaves were rustling, except for the silent silence; she gently stood on her toes, and then slowly retracted, her cold lips touched away. Brando stared at her, looking at her Royal Highness with some incomprehension.
"Brandoqin, I am really grateful to hear that you are still going down this road; but I still hope you can seriously consider our marriage contract."
"Why?" Brando asked, frowning.
"Eruin is a small country. To resist potential enemies, you must gather the power of the entire kingdom and even restore the ancient system." Griffin stepped back, carefully using light silver-gray, bright eyes I looked at him carefully: "But this ancient kingdom has gone through two generations of rule by Sifah and my family. I know it too well—the nobles under my father’s rule have different hearts, short-sightedness, and ideals. , But very few-these people are not worthy of trust."
As if to strengthen this sentence, she shook her head slightly: "The kingdom must re-centralize power, re-establish the local tax system that has been interrupted since the Ansen era, and weaken the military power of the nobles, but..."
Brando suddenly understood the meaning behind this'but'—the southern border already had the basis for restoring the royal power, but the decision-making power of the entire southern border fell on him instead. If he unreservedly supported the princess, then Whether it is the Duke of Lantonilan, the Duke of Vieiro, or the opposition of the Duke of Golan-Elson, the final result cannot be changed. The Battle of Autumn Evening has already shown that Tonigel has such a decisive military. strength.
But if he opposes, or even just maintain the status quo, then the local nobles will look forward to him and remain indifferent. Indeed, the Duke of Vieiro is the grandfather of the princess, and the Duke of Lantonilan is at least nominally an ally of the princess. The Knights of the Highlands are aloof. However, the local aristocracy and the central royal family naturally have opposite attributes; the Duke of Vieiro They would never risk losing power to support their granddaughter. The Duke of Lantonilan did the same. They would like to see a royal family close to them, but would not allow it to override them.
This is a natural conflict between the ideals of the princess and the core interests of the dukes.
But what should he do
The kingdom must re-centralize power, and Tonigel and Valhalla can't be aloof, or even bear the brunt. Does the princess want him to set an example, but can he believe that this half-elf girl, Tonigel and Valhalla were built by him with one hand and one foot. It is the place where many people place hope and the future, the bronze dragon In the mercenary group, the veterans who experienced the November War, the adventurers persecuted by Grudin, the residents of Green Village, and even Antitina and Kaglisi, their visions entangled him. This is the belt of power. The responsibility, can he transfer this responsibility to others
He weighed all this silently in his heart, emotionally, he was willing to believe that the princess—she was able to uphold her ideals and had the heart to pursue kindness and justice. She was the eldest princess of Eruin, who had been impressed by countless people in history. The player's Royal Highness the white princess. But after all, there is no perfect person. In this life, will she be at the mercy of the noble mentality in her nature, hesitate, and compromise with the conservative forces—this is related to the fate of many people; reason tells Brando that the princess is instinctive. There is a weak side hidden in it, she is not the kind of real reformer.
And all this depends on the softness in her nature.
History has already commented on everything, and today still depends on his choice. Brando is very aware of the difference between himself and His Royal Highness. He has no foundation in this world. His only concern is the parents who can only meet today. However, Princess Griffin has constant contact with the old nobles. She Not the merciless silver queen.
Brando looked at Princess Griffin in front of him. The princess was half a head shorter than him, her head held up slightly, her pale silver-gray eyes did not hesitate to stare at him; she pursed her lips, and her silver curly hair was scattered. And down, gleaming beautifully in the sun, and the pointed ears showed a little bit from the long hair, showing that they belonged to the pedigree on the side of the elves. No one would doubt the beauty of this princess, not only mixed with the nobility of the human royal family, but also with the natural and closeness of the gentle breeze in the forest.
Brando certainly wouldn't forget, the fragrance of a girl still remained on his lips.
"I know what you are thinking about, Brandoqing," Princess Griffin saw him understand, and said, "But the person who can determine the future of a kingdom, if too naive, for you and for me, Not necessarily a good sign."
Brando heard that there was something in her words, so he asked: "Then what does the princess think I should do?"
Princess Griffin looked at Brando, he could actually walk the same way as Anlek, dethrone her and Haruze, and make himself king. His strength is actually better, and he is more capable and time to do so. But if he does this, he will lose the reputation and rightful position that accompanies him. If all he needs is a throne and supreme power, he can choose this path. But if he chooses the latter path, he will lose far more than he gains.
Her Royal Highness's eyes were a little light, she looked at this unique nobleman-Lord Earl-and quietly replied, "Marry me."
"I am Haruze’s older sister. In fact, it’s not that I don’t have the right to succeed to the throne. As my husband, according to the traditions of the kingdom, you can manage and rule this country in a reasonable manner. At that time, Tonigel and Valhalla It is the royal territory, Vieiro, Lantonilan and even Golan-Elson and Karasu surrendered to you. It is justified." She paused: "... But one day, if you don’t want the throne anymore, you can inherit this. The position is only Haruze, or his descendants."
Isn’t this Anlek? It’s just that the conditions are much harsher. Brando couldn’t help smiling after hearing what the princess said. Like you..."
Princess Griffin smiled teasingly, she saw that Brando didn't care about the power in his hands.
"But I already have a fiancée," Brando could only answer, "Let's let this matter go first."
"It's okay, then I'll wait for your reply." Princess Griffin didn't worry at all, but smiled slightly.
Brando can only run away.
Griffiy pressed her finger on the brooch, as if she had recovered from the memory, she lifted up and looked at the evening scenery outside the window. The sunset glow was red and sorrowful, hanging far below the golden clouds.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the door. She was startled slightly, and after listening to the sound, she said, "Please come in, Mrs. Hill." After the door opened, it was her who appeared outside. The servant girl, the forty-something woman with a letter in her hand, stood outside the door respectfully and said: "Your Royal Highness."
"It's so late, what's the matter?" Princess Griffin asked, looking at her.
"There is a letter from Valendenburg." Mrs. Hill replied.
"Is it for me?"
"Yes, it is a letter written by Mr. Overwell."
Griffith took the letter, opened the envelope, unfolded the letterhead inside, and read it carefully. At first, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and then her face changed color.
'—I would like to inform Her Royal Highness that the Silver Queen of the Cruz Empire has recently awarded a female earl title. According to reliable information, this new earl is from Eruin and has a close relationship with the earl of Tonigel. —'
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