Act 200: Dividing the spoils and restoring the country
Act 200: Dividing the spoils and restoring the country
Veronica looked at Brando a little helplessly. She found that this young man had a very bad impression of Cruz. Of course, this was because the two countries were hostile to each other due to past hatred. Although
This general hostility among ordinary people did not prevent her from appreciating this young man from a higher level, but Brando's hostility towards the empire made her a little bit dumbfounded.
She didn't understand how someone as smart as Brando could be blinded by hatred from hundreds of years ago, and his vision should go far beyond the lowest level of the empire and Eruin. Veronica
Of course, I don't understand that Brando is so hostile to the Cruz people because of 'what is going to happen in the future' - if I say this reason, I guess the imperial goddess of war will also regard it as the ravings of a madman.
Brando coughed and remembered that there was an imperial general standing next to him - especially Veronica's smile made him a little creepy, and he immediately changed the topic: Actually, what I wanted to say...Ms. Veronica,
You have to help Gray Sword Saint restore his country, but it doesn’t seem to be that easy.”
"You should know better than me, Ms. Veronica," he considered his words: "The empire is controlled by the House of Nobles, so even if it has the support of the emperor, it will attract opposition from several nobles... Not to mention Gray
The hatred between the Sword Master and the Cruz Empire is now more than just a territory. You should know how many young cadets and young elites of the Imperial Academy he killed during the incident in the Royal Capital.
Today, this is an immeasurable loss to the empire. I heard that the empire has set a bounty of tens of millions for Mr. Mephistopheles, which is not a small amount of money."
"You seem to know a lot about the empire?"
"Absolutely, so-so." Brando hurriedly showed humility, letting the Imperial War Goddess know that she was full of bad intentions and wanted to pour bad water on the Empire, and that was no joke.
"Hmph! This guy is specifically looking for trouble with the people of our empire. Although I don't know where he comes from and how bitter and vengeful he is, I think even for this reason, it is enough to support him to study the history of our empire!"
At this time, Faina, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly interrupted and gave him a big eye roll.
Brando was a little surprised. Faina said this as if she was mocking him, but in fact she was excusing him. He couldn't help but feel horrified for a moment. How could this wealthy lady have good intentions? There is definitely something in this.
conspiracy!
But Veronica seemed to accept this explanation. She nodded: "You are right, this proposal is impossible to pass in the empire."
"...Are you really lying to him?" Brando couldn't help but feel a little convinced. Even a guy like Gray Sword Master, who most people don't dare to offend, dares to lie to him. Politicians are worthy of being politicians.
Ah, he is indeed a thick-faced person with a dark heart.
"Can you think of something better? Why are young people today so full of bad ideas? Why would my majestic leader of the army lie to others so casually?" Veronica glared at him angrily: "I
Of course it’s true.”
"But didn't you mean..."
"I mean I can't do it, but that doesn't mean you can't do it either." Veronica interrupted him.
"Me? Wait," Brando suddenly realized and understood what Veronica wanted to do: "Why should I help him restore the country? Restoring the country is not a simple matter. Besides, this seems to be your deal, right?
, how could you just drag me into this?" He couldn't help complaining angrily.
"How could it be?" the Cruze goddess of war glanced at him slowly, "little guy, I could have just left. But I risked staying here to persuade him to help you deal with Andersa. Don't you think you owe me
A favor?"
Brando immediately shook his head like a rattle: "A few centuries ago, the empire also owed a lot to the Eruin people, so let's just say it's retaliation. We're even."
Veronica couldn't laugh or cry. This kid actually acted like a cheater. What kind of words are you talking about? Can this even be equalized? She couldn't help but reached out and poked his forehead: "It's not that simple. Let's talk about this."
Things are not all bad for you, I think you should understand this, why are you acting coquettishly with me here!"
"Sorry, I don't understand." Brando replied with a straight face.
Veronica couldn't help but smile slightly: "It doesn't matter, let me explain to you. Earlier you said you wanted to help the druids light the fire. I think it was also for this territory, right?" Brando didn't answer, she
He didn't care and continued: "You should already have the qualifications of a pioneer knight, so the moment the fire is ignited in your hands, you legally have ownership of this land. The abacus is good, but not
Reality."
"No one spied on the Ring of Trade Winds in the past because no one knew that there was a primitive fire in the Ring of Trade Winds. It represented such a vast growth territory that it could almost rival the rebuilding of an Eruin. The temptation was too great.
No noble in your country can bear it. Those people don't care whether it is legal or not. You should also know very well, little guy, legal is just a term on the table. A primitive fire is enough to make anyone tear apart.
It’s so embarrassing.”
"What about you?" Brando looked at her with some vigilance and asked. That's right. If this woman suddenly got bad intentions and gave him a sword here, he wouldn't be able to resist it.
"Me?" Veronica was a little funny: "Why does the empire want an enclave? But if this lord is next to Cruz, maybe I will be tempted."
Brando nodded. In fact, after thinking about it deeply, he found that his plan did have some loopholes. He was used to the way of thinking in the game, and was used to thinking that after gaining territory through legal means recognized by the 'system', there were still things that needed to be guarded against.
, except for monsters, there are probably only players. But here, those greedy nobles are not players. Only then did he feel that he seemed to have thought the situation too well. First of all, because of past history, he did not care about the future eldest princess.
There is a natural sense of closeness, but I forget that here, he and that interest group are just strangers.
In the face of a territory that could grow to be on par with the entire Eruin in the future, what would even a wise Princess like Her Highness think, and would she rest assured to let him rule this land? Don’t forget, compared to Her Highness Griffith at this moment
To me, he is just a stranger.
Brando can bet on the trust of the Princess Regent, but he can't afford to bet. This is not just his future.
Therefore, as soon as Veronica opened her mouth, Brando actually understood the thoughts of the Cruz war goddess. She hoped that she could restore the old country for the Gray Sword Saint in this vast territory, which was indeed beneficial to him.
It is beneficial. First of all, their interests are tied together. The Gray Sword Saint will never sit back and watch his restoration plan be spied on by other nobles in Eruin.
However, the price of having to exchange nearly one-third of the territory for a ‘talisman’ is too painful.
And what made him very unwilling was that Veronica had solved a mortal enemy of the empire simply by offering flowers to the Buddha. The Cruz people did not pay even a small price, it was all his own cutting, and the woman reaped the benefits.
Suddenly, he felt that this smiling woman was an eyesore. She even said that she was the commander of a dignified army, but she turned out to be extremely sinister.
"It's not that easy." Brando thought to himself, while shaking his head: "It's far from enough. You know that my influence is far less than the nobles in Eruin. How do you guarantee the Gray Sword Saint Association?
Wanting to be tied to my ship? He could have had a better choice."
"Count Mephisto is not that kind of person."
"I'm not that kind of person either, Lord Legion, do you believe it?" Brando said through gritted teeth.
Veronica chuckled: "You are so smart, little guy. Well, I promise you, as the commander of the Blue Army of the Sky, I will secretly support you in establishing this territory. With the empire as your backing, Mei
Pfister won’t think too much about it.”
Brando nodded. This is the result he wants. Although he can guarantee that the Cruz people will never give him any actual help, as long as there is such a promise, even if Her Royal Highness wants to find someone to replace him,
The bargaining chips of both parties must be carefully weighed. As for whether the Cruz people can realize this empty promise, there is no need to worry. Brando believes in Veronica's energy as the leader of one army, not to mention that because of his unlucky Mavis
It would be of no benefit to her if Te's plan to restore the country came to nothing.
"But restoring the country is not that simple. Just having land is not enough. I don't think Earl Mephistopheles just wants to be a lord?" Brando asked again.
"This is natural. There are still some remnants of the original principality in Cruz, and the people of the old country are still living on the original land. As long as these people are willing, I will find ways to arrange channels to send them back." Veronica
He nodded and replied.
Brando also nodded. Opening up the wilderness is not a simple matter. The protected land cannot be achieved overnight. It requires years of maintenance to reach its limit. It is considered lucky to be able to gain up to one-tenth of the territory the moment the fire is ignited.
Well, to put it bluntly, when Mephisto's tribe came here, they didn't just help him open up the Black Forest. They were all free labor.
As for the original population of druids in the forest, after the wolf disaster in history, the population of druids in the forest dropped by more than 80%. Most of the remaining people were old people and children, and they could only recuperate for a while.
To put it bluntly, he still had to rely on himself to immigrate the manpower from outside, so he couldn't care about it. After all, it was difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.
After confirming all the conditions that Veronica could offer, Brando suddenly asked: "Ms. Veronica, you are doing this for the empire here, but no one necessarily knows; on the contrary, you arrange it in the empire.
Mephisto's people are fleeing, but they may not be understood by others. Although I know that you are dedicated to the empire, this is just a handle for your political opponents. Are you willing?"
Veronica glanced at him angrily: "Stop trying to stir up discord, little guy, you are still too young. I am a member of the Empire, and everything I do for the Empire is done willingly. The Empire is getting stronger and stronger.
The best reward for me - not to mention," she narrowed her eyes charmingly: "Even if you succeed in instigating a gap between me and the empire, will you get any benefits? Even if I want to change my family, little guy
, you are not qualified enough to make me loyal."
She suddenly added a little funny: "It's enough for you to be loyal to me."
"Hey," Brando smiled indifferently at this level of ridicule: "So it's a pleasure to cooperate. Now that we have determined the ownership of this place, let's check this area separately, so that we can find it faster.
, I don’t think the druids outside can resist for long.”
"You are really thick-skinned," Veronica couldn't help but shake her head. What does 'now that the ownership of this place is confirmed' mean? How thick-skinned do you have to be to say such a thing, but the more confident this young man becomes, the more confident he is.
But she became more and more satisfied with it, and nodded with a smile: "It seems like you are planning to go somewhere alone?"
"Of course," Brando said without hesitation: "I finally won the battle, and I still have to check my trophies."
He answered in a matter-of-fact tone that belonged to a player.
