Scene 102 Tony Geer and the Young Lord (2) (Second update)
"What do you think?" Brando suddenly asked.
The young man was asking about Fern and Kerenthia, who were also standing in the mist not far away, blowing the white mist and talking in a low voice. After Juta left, these two leaders who knew each other originally
Walking closer than before.
But it has to be said that Fern and Kerenthia were not cold to each other before they met the young lord. Therefore, the distance between people is actually a very subtle thing.
After hearing the young lord's question, the scene fell silent for a moment.
But it was the businesswoman who spoke out first. Roman had already put on a thick winter coat and deerskin gloves on his little hands, but even so, his little face was still red from the cold - and the tip of his nose was slightly swollen.
Redness:
"Roman thinks it's great, Brando, what do you think?" The girl took a breath and said without any thought. She also turned back to look at Brando, her eyes widened, as if to see if this young man was
It’s not like I agree with my own words.
The young mercenary captains below immediately responded.
"That's right," Kerenthia also added: "It's unexpectedly good. Although it's a little late, I'll be honest - I also participated in the mid-term work. To be honest, we all have no idea about this.
Not very familiar. Miss Antitina has done a very good job. I can’t say it’s perfect, but at least it’s surprising——”
Everyone loves to hear nice words. Even the daughter of a nobleman couldn't help but glance at this silver-haired handsome uncle. Although he despised the compliment on the surface, he couldn't help but agree with it in his heart - Antitina
Thinking about it, I have been through a lot of troubles in the past month, and almost every small decision may lead to unexpected surprises that I have not considered in advance.
However, it is precisely in dealing with these emergencies that she becomes more and more comfortable.
"Indeed, it's surprising." Fern didn't say much, and was concise and to the point.
But the noble daughter still quietly went to see her lord. In her heart, the young man's opinion was enough to outweigh all the opinions present. This was the first time she felt her heart pounding, for fear of seeing it from Brando's face.
Not satisfied at all.
But she happened to see Brando looking at her without concealing the admiration in his eyes. She couldn't help but be startled. She felt her nose suddenly sore for some reason. It was as if all the hard work over the past few months had been rewarded at this moment.
of.
She sniffed and turned away to avoid crying in front of so many people and attracting attention. At least at this moment, the noble daughter still remembered that she was Brando's first aide-deputy and the actual director of territorial affairs.
Or, she believed that she could not be embarrassed for Brando.
But she turned her head and saw Medissa handing over a silk scarf. The movement of the silver elf girl was very subtle - almost no one could detect it - the noble daughter was slightly startled, she looked at the other party with some gratitude, and then
Take the scarf.
Of course, Brando noticed the little actions of his staff. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Before coming here," he said, "I mean that night."
His words silenced the scene, and almost everyone recalled that exciting night. It was as if they realized what they had done only a long time after the incident.
Instigated by a young man, they killed a legitimate lord of Eruin.
No one had ever thought about this kind of thing in the past, and they didn't dare to think about it, but what they couldn't believe was that they actually did it. Whether they were provoked, encouraged, or threatened.
In short, there is no way out.
Since then, a month has passed in the blink of an eye. But they did not collapse as they were worried, and now the completion of the city wall seems to vaguely symbolize something.
Perhaps under the leadership of this young man, they are indeed different from ordinary mobs.
As for the final result, since the young lord is so confident, what do they have to worry about?
"You know, I actually haven't thought too much about what I want to do," Brando continued: "Maybe in your eyes I am a noble and superior, but I don't think so -"
He said sincerely, of course, how many people believe this sentence is "the truth" is another matter.
"I came here to inherit a territory of my own further south, which came from my ancestors," Brando said half-seriously: "I didn't intend to kill anyone or occupy his territory -
—”
"But in the education I received, there was this voice that at least told me that the meaning of the existence of the nobility is to lead the people out of trouble, because they are better and have received more education, and because they have this responsibility, rights and responsibilities are
equivalent--"
"I believe you are familiar with this sentence."
Brando said.
He nodded: "That's right, this is what the late King Ek said -" He stretched out his hand and touched everyone: "Nobility means responsibility; strength means responsibility; power means responsibility!"
"Before this," Brando continued, the surroundings were quiet. Everyone looked at him and didn't understand why the young lord would say such things at this time.
Antitina also looked at him, with a strange light in her eyes.
The pursuit of the spirit of the former king and the lost glory of Eruin is what attracts her most to this young lord.
It seems to have a fatal attraction that can shine in the girl's eyes.
It's snowing in the sky.
The snowflakes were light at first, almost unnoticeable, like cold raindrops falling on people's faces. But eventually they turned into fluffy snowflakes, which were not big. There is no heavy snowfall in Toniguer all year long.
Everyone raised their heads.
"Before this," Brando also looked at the light gray sky, with dark clouds symbolizing the coming war: "I have never been a lord, and I have no experience in governing a place."
"The same goes for Antitina."
"The same goes for you."
"I said," he spread his hands and let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders: "We are not different. Each of us is here to learn and learn how to face all this——"
"All of this." Brando said: "All the things that are foreign to us, as well as what we have in common, and our enemies."
"Maybe we won't. We are novices, struggling to walk," the young man waved his hand: "But that's not a problem."
"The problem is that--"
His voice was louder, and his eyes scanned everyone's face: "Do you have the courage to stay and face everything that is coming - to realize that what we do may seem insignificant -"
"But it is the glory that shines from the previous era. See it, it is Eruin's wings."
"The words of the late King Ek have already confirmed all this - ignore the darkness and make your actions worthy of your conscience - hold on to such a dream!"
"Whether it's honor or commitment, whether it's the responsibility as a man or the obligation as a lord to all his subjects," Brando replied: "It's like I'm standing here."
"This is my answer to your question."
"How long are we going to run away from—"
He stretched out his finger again and tapped everyone he knew - Kerenthia, Fern, Ciel, and even the numerous mercenary captains:
"Let me ask you," Brando said loudly, and the white air he exhaled melted into a thin layer of white mist in the snow, making his face look both sacred and mysterious.
"If one day you become the new nobles of Eruin, then do you still remember everything I told you here on this day -"
"Are you willing to remember that nobility means responsibility?"
The young man's words were sonorous and powerful. They penetrated the severe cold of early winter and almost had a ringing sound.
But what it brought was dead silence.
Fern could hardly believe what he heard. He didn't dare or didn't want to think too much about the meaning behind the young man's words.
The former Karasu cavalry captain looked back at his companions with an almost stiff expression. But Kerenthia was also unaware of everything around him. It should be said that this middle-aged man's heart was pounding.
Of course he knew what Brando meant by what he said.
This young man is basically telling them openly——
From today on, you are my people.
He is my retainer.
Gather under my banner.
We share favors and disgrace, we share joys and sorrows.
You are my knights.
Hold the sword in my hand,
Open up new territories for me——
At that moment, Kerencia, a middle-aged man who had been working in the mercenary industry for decades, felt for the first time that there was a force in his heart - a force called blood boiling.
He felt as if the opportunity he had been waiting for so many years was just around the corner.
It's not just him.
All the mercenaries present were the same.
Perhaps only Medissa and Akane didn't have any feelings. For them, it was enough to just follow the young lord.
And Roman doesn't need to think too much, since he's not with his aunt - Brando is the whole world she can rely on.
Charles smiled and said nothing, as if he already knew what Brando was thinking.
Only Antitina took a gentle breath. Among so many people present, she was the only one who heard the underlying meaning of Brando's words.
This young man wants to change the rules of the entire Eruin.
He wants to inject new blood into this outdated aristocratic system.
Antitina didn't know if she heard it wrong. She didn't understand why such a majestic ideal and belief surged in the heart of a young noble with almost no foundation - perhaps it had already turned into a shocking power.
I know this noble daughter understands.
But when she saw the outline of this plan for the first time, she was already deeply involved in this dream. She opened her mouth slightly and took a breath, but for a moment she didn't know how to respond.
Antitina stood there blankly.
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