Standing in front of him were Medissa and Hippamilla. Both ladies nodded. However, the little silver elf princess looked resolute, while the priest lady seemed a bit specious. As the shepherdess of Himmelud, training is travel.
, in her opinion, this is probably another interesting trip.
"I originally wanted you to return to Eruin with Freya." Brando frowned. He had already learned from Fosia how dangerous the trial itself was. In a sense,
, he is not willing to let Medisa and Hipamila take this risk. They can grow up slowly if they stay with him, so why put all their efforts into it?
"Lord, when we were in the Fir Territory, we had many safer choices during the battle in Ampelsel." Medisa replied with a smile, as if recalling the majestic back at that time, her eyes sparkled.
, "But you chose the most thorny road. You left such a brave figure for us. How can you force us to stop moving forward in the face of danger now?"
Brando's joke: "...That's different, Medissa."
"Yes, because every time you stand up to protect everyone, protect Funya, protect the villagers of Green Village, protect Her Royal Highness the Princess and Juta. And this time, it is our turn to dedicate ourselves to you, as your
Followers, can you bear to watch us fail to keep up with you?"
"Yes," Hipamilla also nodded: "Lord, our path to the planeswalker has been determined for a long time, but it has been delayed due to various things. Sir, your
The deck is so special. When you hand over the power of the planeswalker, you have the responsibility to accept this trial for you. For Lord Himmelud’s servants, training is the only way to grow. Sir,
Please trust me and Miss Medissa."
"Sir," Medissa said at the right time: "Miss Hipamila is right, there is not much time left for us, whether it is to protect Eruin or rescue Miss Roman. We must become better
Strong. Silver Elf has a proverb 'vniyt sun sa lardo', which means if you don't welcome the gloomy storm on the sea, how can you witness the vast sea and sky after the wind and rain? Standing still in the face of danger will never be the road to becoming strong.
, before I became the commander of the Lin Ge Corps, I had already understood the truth contained in this sentence."
She paused, and her smart silver eyes dimmed slightly: "Of course, if the lord must let us stay, we can understand your thoughts. We will still obey your orders."
Brando smiled helplessly, as if he could read a lot from those talking eyes: seriousness, persistence, stubbornness and a trace of attachment.
He replied: "Okay, I respect your choice, Metissa, Hipamira, thank you. Being able to meet you, Charles, Medphis, Ropar and everyone else, maybe it's the best
The luckiest thing for me. Yes, each of us has our own path to walk. What you said makes sense, but you only have one life, so you must be careful before making a choice."
"My lord," Medissa couldn't help but laugh: "Before I met you, my title in the Silver Elf Legion was the cautious Silver Moon Song. My lord, on the other hand, was often criticized by Miss Fro for being careless and careless.
Woolen cloth."
Brando blushed. He actually had no interest in being the lord of the Fir Lord. It was inevitable that he would make various mistakes in his daily work. As for Fro, who often had to "wipe his butt" for his negligence, Antiti
For Na and Roman, except for the 'amiable' business lady, the other two people had to complain a lot. These daily routines were naturally no secret to Medisa and Hipamila.
However, he also understood in his heart that Medissa deliberately mentioned these embarrassing things in the past in order to ease the somewhat dull atmosphere so that he would not worry so much. Although this little silver elf princess is not very old, she is older than many adults.
People have a better understanding of reason and human nature. When he first met this elf girl in the Valley of the Dead, it was precisely because of this self-sacrificing kindness that he aroused the desire to protect her.
Brando said nothing, and many words in his heart were not spoken. In the dim environment, the eyes of the Silver Elf Princess were bright, and a silent understanding seemed to spread between the two of them.
Only Hipamila seems to be unaware of this, like a large light bulb. After all, the priestess is simple in heart, pure in heart, and only has reverence and belief in Sir Himmelud. She is not as complicated as these two.
thoughts.
After a long time, Brando coughed lightly and deliberately asked with a little embarrassment: "Song of the Cautious Silver Moon?"
Medisa blushed. This was probably the only time she had ever boasted since she was born: "It's just a less famous title. Many people got the title in the War of Saints. After all, it was an unparalleled battle."
The war, later generations were full of awe for the war, so there are so many strange names passed down, and not every one of them is worthy of the name."
Not a famous title?
Brando thought to himself that he would be damned if he really believed it. He had already seen that in the field of serious nonsense, compared with her sister, Medisa was obviously no less generous. Could it be that this serious
Is it a family tradition of the Silver Elf royal family?
However, the choices of Medissa and Hipamira reminded him that the path of the planeswalker was indeed a shortcut to gain power. Fusia once reminded him that in his deck
Among them, except for the "Knight" Medissa, the French Knight, only he himself can control the land cards and artifacts that generate wealth, and the colored mana generated by the land cards and artifacts is indispensable for planeswalkers.
resources, now that Medissa and Hipamira have embarked on the path of perfecting the rules of the planeswalker, then as the planeswalker himself who controls this deck, he must also consciously complete the final part of this deck.
A flaw.
…
In Faenzan's Winter Solstice Palace, high-pitched disputes were shaking the temple, which had gone through two eras and witnessed countless ups and downs in the history of the church and the empire, to a buzzing sound.
In the center of the hall, Petian III, who was sitting on the throne, was looking at his courtiers with an indifferent expression. In the Year of the Golden Flame, a great painter once painted a masterpiece "The Quarrelsome Courtiers".
Although the painting depicts the ups and downs of Cruz's dynasty in the Noli era, it is very similar to the current scene. In other words, wherever there are human beings, there is inevitably the exchange of interests and the struggle for power.
The courtiers and even the bishops, who were wearing dark red, plain white or dark blue robes with gold trim, were divided into several camps, accusing and criticizing each other, even blushing and having thick necks. They did not have the gentle and elegant image of the nobles at all.
Most of what he said was words such as 'objection, disagreement, absurdity, impossibility', which seemed to be neither nutritious nor constructive. This situation had lasted for several hours. On weekdays, Petian
The third generation had long thrown out those who dared to cause chaos from his palace, but today, there was something special.
After a while, he straightened up from the throne, raised his hands, and asked everyone to quiet down. The hall, which was originally bustling like a market in Saipan, the largest trading port in Faenzan, fell silent in an instant.
The needle can be heard.
The courtiers in their respective colors glanced at each other and returned to their seats. The hall of the Winter Solstice Palace is similar to an oval. The highest position in the north is the sacred throne of Faenzan, which is the highest place of secular and sacred power. But the throne
On both sides going down to the southernmost side, everyone has a seat and the position is equal, which means that everyone is equal under the divine authority.
Petian III seemed a little tired, because this dispute had been going on for a whole day, but in fact, he had already reached a conclusion on this issue, but he had to give an explanation to his ministers.
"Okay, I have made up my mind," Petian's deep voice slowly sounded above the hall: "I asked you to come here not to see a result of your discussion, but to answer your questions.
Of course, God has given us the power to think, but thinking is the process of judging things wisely, rather than calculating a little gain or loss. As my ministers and servants of God, I hope that you can take a longer view.
.”
After speaking, His Majesty the Pope glanced around the oval hall with a deep gaze. Under his gaze, Archbishop Giorgosti stood up.
"Your Majesty, we can understand what you mean, but the Cruz people are our opponents. They are currently in civil strife. We can choose to sit back and watch, or we can choose to add insult to injury. But at this time, we have rashly intervened, regardless of the eldest son of the emperor.
Is it really possible to win? Is it too hasty?"
"I don't think so," another courtier stood up: "Everyone understands the icing on the cake, but it is precious to provide help in times of need. We invested in advance and did not pay much, but if we can weaken our old enemy, it will be very valuable to France.
For Enzan, it is a sure-fire business no matter what."
"Haha, the Secretary of Commerce is indeed a businessman. He keeps talking about buying and selling. Unfortunately, where can there be a business that is sure to make a profit without losing money? Rodil told us in his book "Country" that the only relationship between countries is
There are interests and betrayals. The eldest son of the Cruz people is first of all a Cruz people. Even if he really wins the throne, he is also the emperor of the Cruz people. These two identities destined that he cannot stand from the perspective of the Inir people.
Thinking about the problem, even if we sign various treaties with him, he can turn his back on us. The key is that as two feuding countries, we lack the necessary means to restrain him. Under this premise, I am not optimistic about this so-called deal.
