A snow-like war horse carrying a messenger was galloping through the rebuilt Port of Ampelsel. It passed near the war monument under construction in the Holy White Square, causing quite a commotion.
White doves flew up in the square, and the workers at the scaffolding couldn't help but look back in surprise. The monks in robes at the fountain stopped to watch, and the messenger's ribbon embroidered with the crescent moon emblem shone slightly in the sun.
With.
Royal messenger.
This is the first time in half a month.
Something big happened, and everyone was filled with doubts. But only those who truly knew understood what was going on:
The man woke up.
The chaos in the entire port for half a month has finally come to an end.
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"Really?" Her Royal Highness the Princess turned around while the female officers were talking. She looked at the attendant who was delivering the order, with uncontrollable surprise in her beautiful silver eyes, "Wait a minute, I'm going to see him."
"Your Highness, please tidy up your appearance first." The female officer on the side immediately reminded.
"No need." Griffith didn't look back and hurried out with her skirt in hand, "Timis, help me prepare the carriage."
As if in darkness, Brando felt that he had experienced a long dream. Everything in the dream was both real and vague. He remembered the sawmill where he practiced swordsmanship when he was a child, but there were many familiarities and differences in the sawmill.
Someone he knew, his grandfather taught him swordsmanship under the watchful eyes of everyone.
After a while, there was a scene of tall buildings and cars flowing continuously. The senior sister was wearing a gray windbreaker and a thick scarf. She was reading something in the bookstore on the other side of the crosswalk. He called her name desperately, but she
But it was as if she had never heard of it.
He rushed across the road. But the scene changed again.
Everything darkened and turned into a quiet lakeside. A tall tower stood on the lakeside, and a black moon was reflected in the water. Starlight floated in the sky. This bizarre dream seemed to indicate something.
Brando waded alone towards the high tower. He saw the shadow of the wolf walking through the forest, which made people shudder.
However, suddenly the whole world became turbulent again, as if the dream was pulled away from his mind, and the scenery began to collapse. The restraining light broke through the darkness, and then his eyelids moved, and he could feel the outside through the capillaries under his eyelids.
There was a slight light.
At that moment, the five senses that had been dormant for a long time seemed to have resumed work. He first heard the chirping of birds. It seemed to be a pleasant morning. But he lay on the warm bed and pondered for a moment before he remembered everything that had happened before.
, memories are gathered together in the brain like scattered fragments, forming a complete line.
He opened his eyes at once.
The light from behind the gauze curtains made him immediately squint again.
Then he saw clearly Roman who was sleeping soundly beside him. Half of the business lady's body was lying on him, her little face pressed against his chest, her mouth open. There was a silver thread hanging on the quilt from her saliva.
Seeing this scene, Brando finally calmed down. He is still alive. But where is this place? What is the result of the battle? Where is Her Royal Highness the Princess?
He soon found himself lying on a large, soft bed. This bed was like a work of art, with pillars covered with gold foil supporting an almost unimaginably luxurious vault, with countless gauze hanging down from all sides.
Such a scene immediately associated the word 'palace' in his mind.
He raised his head and immediately saw Antitina who was looking at him nervously. The staff lady looked a little embarrassed. In her opinion, the Lord's fiancée looked a little unsightly, but she could not persuade Roman to leave.
Brando, the business lady hugged Brando tightly as if she were holding a treasure.
She could only sigh: "Lord... you are finally awake." The second half of the sentence was not spoken, but Brando could already see the happiness and joy in her eyes.
He knew very well why Antitina sighed, and he had no choice but to accept the behavior of the business lady. He nodded gently to Antitina, and looked behind her to see Medisa - this
Next to the Silver Elf Princess are two handsome and clean Elf warriors wearing silver chain armor and long hair shawls.
The Silver Elf is indeed here, Brando thought in his mind.
"Lord Lord."
"Lord Lord."
"Lord!" As soon as Medisa spoke, everyone followed suit. Morpheus looked like he was about to cry. If Andrigue hadn't given him a hard look at him, Ciel and
Caglis gave him a thumbs up. Finally Brando saw Qian on the sofa behind everyone.
The girl who looked a little introverted just looked at him from afar and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"What was the result of the battle? Where is the princess?" Although everyone was here, the result seemed to be clear. But Brando still asked uneasily.
An old but bright voice replied on behalf of Antitina: "Because of the noble behavior of a brave young man, Ampelser - no, the entire Eruin was saved. Don't worry, little friend."
This unexpected sound made Brando turn around. Only then did he realize that there was an old man with silver hair and silver eyebrows, wearing a white robe and a kind face sitting by the window. Who else could he be if he was not Turaman, the Lord of Mithril Castle?
"Master Tulaman, you are here too." Brando was really surprised this time. The Silver Elf came because of his request, but Tulaman was an unexpected guest.
But he had actually thought of the other party's reasons.
Sure enough, Tullaman smiled and replied: "It was at the invitation of an old friend. Anyway, there is a demon here, so I should come back. Regarding Wood, it seems that I must apologize to you. I forgot about that."
Guys are just so stubborn."
Brando was silent. He did not blame Wood, but thought that the nobles were not so stubborn. If there was still a little room for change, it would not lead to the situation that day. Countless lives were paid for this indifference.
with blood.
Tullaman continued: "You also know that the high priest himself regrets it very much. In fact, he has given up all his duties as high priest and the temple. He is willing to spend the rest of his life to atone for this."
"oh?"
Brando was slightly startled. In order to restore the reputation of the Temple of Fire to the greatest extent, Wood actually did this step. People with their status generally do not swear an oath at will, and once they make an oath, they will not change it easily.
Wood cut off his own retreat and gave up the opportunity to be promoted to the core of the temple. Originally, the threshold was only one step away from him.
Although he felt that this old guy was a bit unnecessary, Brando still paid some respect to the chief priest again. If a person has such principles and pursuits, at least he will not be a shameless person.
Everything that happened before can only be attributed to their different pursuits. Brando sighed and asked: "...So, the chief priest plans to stay in Eruin?"
Tullaman glanced at him approvingly.
"My old friend originally wanted to live in seclusion in Eruin and become a regional priest to see if he could contribute some effort to the reconstruction of Ampelsel. However, the temple arranged another position for him."
"Huh?" Brando pricked up his ears keenly when he heard the word "temple".
"Lord, the Temple of Fire has asked Priest Wood to serve as the liaison between the princess and the northern nobles. Priest Wood has accepted it," Antitina replied.
"Liaison person?"
Brando was slightly startled. This was interesting. He had never heard that there was such a position in the Temple. But what was the Temple of Fire planning? Did they want Wood to make up for it, or did they have other intentions?
To be honest, of course it is the best choice to reach reconciliation with the Temple through this incident. After all, the Temple of Fire is a behemoth. Even if it will inevitably conflict with the Cruz Empire in the future, Brando at least does not want to be
Now.
However, now it seems that the temple still has no intention of giving up.
He frowned: "So, does the Temple still want to mediate the relationship between the North and the South?" The Cruz people's rigidity was really beyond his expectation. He thought that the other party should have learned their lesson.
"My friend, what else are you going to do? Drive out all the nobles in the north, or kill them all?" Tullaman looked at Brando with eyes full of wisdom.
Tullaman woke up Brando with just one sentence, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have thought the problem too simply. Indeed, it was impossible for him to kill all the nobles or expel them. No matter how bad the reputation of the nobles was,
But at least he didn't want Eruin to be torn apart immediately because of this.
He frowned deeply.
What's more, there are many outstanding talents among the nobility. He has to admit this. Due to the difference in education level, the probability of talents among the nobility is much greater than that among the common people. Of course, he can find a way to let the common people also obtain the right to receive education.
, but this does not happen overnight, and the kingdom cannot be left without someone to manage it.
Her Royal Highness has actually started to do the same thing, but it will take at least a generation to see the results. And before that, he really needs nobles to help build the future Eruin.
But the crux of the problem is that most of the nobles are not interested in their own interests. There are too few people like Eco and Count Odin.
"But we can't just let them go, not to mention that the cultists have already infiltrated among these nobles, and the Temple of Fire may not be at ease." Brando thought for a while and decided to start with the simple aspects.
"But they have no reason to believe you," Turaman replied slowly. "Besides, you have to believe that people will not make the same mistakes over and over again. My old friend is also a shrewd person.
Otherwise, do you think that with his character, he would blindly follow the orders of the temple?"
Brando thought for a moment. As a practical person in the temple, Wood seemed to be not a blind believer. He hesitated and then asked: "Does he want to stay and help Eruin? What can he do?"
What? What is his purpose?"
"Hey, it seems that you know my old friend very well." Turaman raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Actually, the reason is very simple. It can be seen that my old friend is very optimistic about you, otherwise he would not invite me here.
Already."
"Wood officiated him..." Brando heard an incredible message from Tullaman's voice. Wood actually made peace with him. He suddenly realized that Wood must have come from this disaster.
Realized some of the shortcomings of the Temple of Fire.
Could it be that this guy wants to change the way the Temple of Fire operates?
He shook his head and threw this terrible thought out of his mind: "So, how does he plan to deal with the nobles in the north?"
"I don't know that either, but you'll understand after you meet that person." Wood replied.
"who?"
"You will understand then," the owner of Mithril Castle showed a mysterious smile: "Tell me about your physical condition first. I am very curious about how you can survive with your original injuries. The people of Silver are afraid
I don’t have the ability either.”
"this……"
Brando was slightly startled.
He suddenly remembered that he had faced off against a Titan that day. At that time, his health had dropped to less than a few thousand - of course, it was negative. It could be said that even if there were ten priests surrounding him to treat him after he fell into coma, he would probably
It was too late to bring his health back to a positive number.
Because after all, at that time, the unyielding talent only lasted for half a minute at most.
But now he is alive and well, and does not seem to be in any physical discomfort. Tullaman asked him how he survived. To be honest, it was a mystery to him.
A possibility suddenly occurred to him.
"Thank you for saving me, Master Turaman."
Tullaman burst out laughing: "I didn't save you, you have to thank this lady."
"Huh?" Brando was stunned and immediately heard a dissatisfied hum. "Huh!" He turned around and immediately looked into those golden eyes.
There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the golden eyes.
It was a crystal-like color, with bright flames burning inside. It looked breathtaking, but it was also full of a confident temperament. These clear and transparent eyes belonged to a girl - her owner could be said to be tall.
She is very short, with long curly hair hanging down playfully on her shoulders.
She was still wearing the same leather armor as last time, but her eyes changed. She didn't see the sword anymore, but she was holding a book.
Brando saw that the name of the book was - "Eruin's Cooking Anthology" and it was written in dragon language, but luckily he could understand it.
If ordinary people see all this, they will definitely think that this is a young girl who is full of energy and has a hobby for cooking. But if you really think like that, you would be completely wrong.
Because the little girl who stared at Brando fiercely was actually a dragon.
And she is a very angry and dissatisfied little female dragon.
Fire was about to burst out of his mouth.
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(ps: I sorted out the ideas and outline of the new volume yesterday. I coded two chapters today, but only one chapter will be posted. If I can code two more chapters tomorrow, I will post two chapters. After all, it is a new plot, so I will leave some room.
That’s it.) (To be continued)
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