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Act Eight September

The carriage was as quiet as when they left. Antitina sat opposite him. Amid the bumps, Brando asked: "Antitina, what do you think of this matter?" Antitina did not.

She was the first to speak. This incident had such a great impact on her. She seemed to have recovered from the unreal dizziness after a moment, and answered as calmly as possible: "I think it was a little too hasty, Lord."

Your Excellency, you should at least wait until after the battle with Gendenel before agreeing to this matter. Seriously speaking, the benefits of this matter outweigh the disadvantages for Eruin in the future, but doing it in your current capacity, Lord, seems a bit

It's just not appropriate. Although Her Royal Highness the Princess may not be suspicious, people's words are scary, and falling into the eyes of those who are interested is a sign of your future domineering. Today is different from the past. Lord, you must pay attention to your relationship with Your Highness the Princess.

"The staff lady lowered her long eyelashes and moved every move when she answered. Her voice was very small, appearing soft and sensible.

Her answer gave Brando some unexpected surprises. Antitina was so old-fashioned and cute in his heart. He originally thought that once the noble lady reacted, she would teach him a lesson about today's situation with a straight face.

It's hard to come by, don't put your territory in danger easily for your own willfulness, because with Antitina's temperament, she can definitely do it. As long as it is for his sake, then she will definitely use twelve

She came extremely seriously. But she didn't. The pattern and wisdom in the mind of his staff lady far exceeded his expectations. She had even seen the layout and true meaning of his arrangement. Her words were really what he had said before.

I never thought that I was only thinking about the layout and almost forgot about the most important thing, people's hearts.

Brando looked at his lady staff, full of curiosity, as if he had seen a steward who just a moment ago followed him, a country lord, and even had to argue with his subordinates for the territory's spring plowing and autumn planting festivals.

An ordinary noble lady suddenly turned into a person like Overwell and Macaro who could really make suggestions for the superiors in the blink of an eye. Could it be that this noble daughter could actually be upgraded? He looked at the other party, and his heart was filled with excitement.

A kind of surprise of finding a treasure.

"What's the matter, Lord?" Antitina was a little uneasy by the hot eyes of her Lord, but she was not Akane or Freya, she would only blush and look away. She still remembered the duties of her staff.

, although his heart was pounding, he still forced himself to calm down and asked seriously.

"Call me Brando."

Antitina opened her mouth and her face turned red.

"Is there any remedy?" Brando asked again. He suddenly found that it was very interesting to disturb the mind of his staff lady, and then watch her forcefully calm down and think about the problem. The latter of course

Not noticing her lord's bad taste, she took a breath, nodded and said: "At least inform Her Highness the Princess and tell her the whole story. After all, this matter is entrusted to you by Lady Veronica.

, Bu... Sir, your choice is understandable... , She... She should understand your painstaking efforts..."

Brando nodded. He turned back and looked quietly at the scenery outside the car window. The carriage was passing through a tree-lined avenue outside Gris Harbor. The tree crown was dividing the sunlight penetrating the branches into fast-moving golden light and shadows. He

After thinking for a moment, he looked back. He glanced at Star, who was sitting next to him and was rubbing his skin. This guy had just finished eating the cakes Antitina had prepared for him. His mouth was full of cake crumbs and he was checking the drawer under the table.

Is there any fish that has slipped through the net? "Stop looking, no more, Star, let me ask you a question, have you ever heard of the name Silver Queen or Constance." Brando asked. Little Fatty

Long closed the drawer in frustration and asked, "Who is that?"

This reaction was expected by Brando, so he asked again: "So have you ever heard of any treasures among the dragons that can make people rejuvenate?"

"Rejuvenation," Star wiped his mouth with his sleeve, rubbing all the debris on his mouth onto his valuable vest shirt: "There are many such things. The fountain of youth is for you mortals.

It's a priceless treasure, but we have several there, and by the way, Aloz has one." Brando noticed that the staff lady's eyes lit up slightly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, knowing that Antiti was well aware of it.

Na must have been thinking about the baby of the little dragoness. Girls are still obsessed with this kind of gimmick that can keep them young forever, even a noble lady as old-fashioned as she is. But he shook his head: "I didn't mean

This kind of rejuvenation is real rejuvenation, not only the appearance, but also the inner part of the body is rejuvenated, a treasure that brings people back to the heyday of their youth."

Star's movements of wiping his mouth were fixed there, and he subconsciously replied: "How can such a thing exist? If such a thing really exists, our dragon race will be an immortal race!"

"It's not like being immortal, even if it only takes effect once, is there such a thing?"

"That's not the case," Star shook his head like a rattle: "This has violated Martha's most basic law." He glanced at Brando again, and said incredulously: "Lord, I think you are still young.

You should cherish the present moment, and there is no need to pursue these illusory things. I heard that those kings among you humans who pursue eternity are all ignorant and incompetent tyrants, but if you are serious about it, I can actually recommend you to go to Mada

Find those skeletons and consult them."

"Go away." Brando kicked him. Then he turned back and said to Antitina: "Just write a letter."

"To Her Royal Highness the Princess——"



Summer is passing and autumn is coming. This sentence is suitable for Viero at the moment. It has only been a week since Freya arrived at Wallundenburg, and the emerald green and deep ink of the mountains outside the castle in midsummer are tinged with a hint of yellow. Griffith

As she stood on the corridor, her silver eyes reflected the undulating hills at the southern foot of the Gunn Mountains. The autumn wind had risen, and the maid behind her had already put on a shawl for her. The thick and warm fur shawl actually made the princess look like an elf.

She is fragile, but she stands upright, just like her father, grandfather and great-grandfather. The mountain wind named Sharmin swept the silver hair on her forehead. Her Royal Highness the Princess unfolded the letter in her hand, and the letter flapped in the wind.

There was a rattling sound, and her fingertips were a little pale. There seemed to be a ball of anger in her heart. She read the words on the letter one word at a time, and couldn't help but crumple the letter into a ball.

The princess's actions frightened the maids behind her, and one of them asked cautiously: "Your Highness?"

"Nothing, that hateful guy Jean Denel." Griffin seemed to have a piece of paper in her heart with Brando's name written on it. She poked it again and again with a knife. This hateful guy,

The damn thing is that she doesn't dare to say it yet. If there is news that she has a bad relationship with Count Tonigel, she simply can't imagine what a disaster it will be for the newly stabilized Southern Territory.

There was only so much her grandfather could do to help her. After all, Grand Duke Viero was first and foremost a duke and a nobleman of the kingdom.

"Would you like to invite Lord Overwell or Lord Earl to come?" the maid asked again cautiously. She thought the letter contained military information from the south, but she did not dare to guess any more. She was just a small person.

Just a maid.

Griffith knew that the earl her maid was referring to was Odin. She shook her head distractedly: "No need, it's not a big deal." Then she glanced at the paper ball in her hand again, wishing she could throw it away.

She stepped on the ground again, but after hesitating for a moment, she peeled it off again and flattened it. The letter paper had become wrinkled and no longer flat, just like the image of the once perfect knight in her mind. No longer.

The dreamy longing of a young girl could not be changed back to the beginning. The half-elf girl suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart. Why was it always like this? Whether it was Macaro, Mr. Lee Woods, Anlek, or this one right now

Damn it, is it possible that such a big Eruin has no one she can trust?

But how could she dare to reveal this kind of thing to outsiders? Every word in Brando's letter was weighed heavily on her chest, and she was involved in the matter of the empire's heir without authorization, and then he cut it off first and then reported it.

It was simply audacious. She bit her lower lip again and again until it turned white. Even Brando's act of beheading him first and then telling her off was no longer so hateful in her opinion, but did that guy know if he was provoked by this?

What a terrible thing it is to make the empire angry. This is the dragon's reverse scale. If you touch it, you will die.

How dare she let Overwell and Odin discuss this kind of thing? Although Sir Wolf is her teacher and core ally, in her heart, he is not someone she can completely trust. Okay.

Overwell also knows this bottom line very well, and she will stop talking about anything. She is extremely smart, and most of the time she does not need further reminders. Count Odin is slightly less politically sensitive than his teacher, but he is better.

Their loyalty to the kingdom also gave her peace of mind. However, none of them were the most suitable ministers in her mind.

For some reason, there was always a hateful shadow in her heart. She simply put away the letter with a bang and walked towards her study.

"Your Highness Princess?" Several maids were confused.

"I'm going to write a reply."

Just five days later, Her Royal Highness the Princess received a second letter from Tonigel. This letter was different from the formal report of the first letter. The letter explained in detail the political information provided to Prince Lenaret.

The ins and outs of taking refuge, as well as some of Brando's own considerations, as well as the possible troubles and benefits of doing so. Griffith sat at his desk and touched Brando's apology words on the letter with his fingertips.

She went up and sat in a daze for a while. "It seems that I have wrongly blamed him," she thought to herself, "but his promise to Veronica did not bring any benefit to his own territory. Could it be that he just wanted to distance himself from himself?

Self-destruction?”

But this time, after the half-elf girl carefully checked whether the magic seal on the letter was complete, she gently folded the letter and carefully received it into the box she made with mithril; only she and Haruze had that box.

The key was a birthday gift given to her by Obergu VII. She would take this box with her wherever she went. After that, she wrote another letter in reply.

The first half of the reply was filled with the comfort and encouragement of a regent princess to her ministers, and said that she did not care about this matter and hoped that Brando would not have any grudges. But at the end of the letter, Her Royal Highness the Princess used beautiful words

He wrote: "Your Majesty, although it may be very impolite to speak so presumptuously, I still want to ask you for advice, Your Majesty, about the future of this kingdom, as well as the future relationship between me, Haruze, this kingdom and you, Your Majesty.

How do you view it? I hope this question can be answered by a kind and righteous knight whom I have met."

When Brando got the letter, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. It seemed that Her Royal Highness the Princess really had nothing to do with him, and she actually played the tenderness card. But he had no ambitions. When he got the letter, he only had the determination to move forward.

Without any hesitation, he immediately wrote back a letter to the princess. There was not a single word written in the letter, only a blank page of paper. Then he put the brooch that Her Royal Highness the Princess had given him on the white paper.

A week later, he received a reply.

There was only one sentence in the reply.

"Mr. Brando, please go ahead and do it. Eruin's future, together with Haruze, is in your hands."



The woods rustled.

Princess Magdale lay quietly on the big bed that seemed to grow naturally from the tree wall, her blond hair spread on the snow-white sheets, her eyelids closed quietly, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale. But in the room

Everyone could already feel that Her Highness the Princess was breathing again. Her chest was rising and falling slightly, and her long eyelashes occasionally trembled. She seemed to wake up at any time.

Brando breathed a sigh of relief. He first winked at the others, signaling Ciel, Hipamira, Star and the twin sisters to go out first. Then he turned around and faced the people behind him.

The cold-faced girl thanked her and said, "Thank you so much, Miss Frofa."

Star hid the dragon's heart in another lair in the Dead Frost Forest, but it was completely destroyed in the big explosion. The one placed on Magdar was brought by the Alozto people from the Dragon Clan.

Yes, the little female dragon was careless, but she kept her word. But she was supposed to be the one who implanted the dragon's heart into Magdar herself, but now she couldn't go out because of the confinement period. In the end, it was decided by

The cold-faced dragon girl she entrusted to fulfill this promise on her behalf - Brando happened to have met the girl in the Legacy of the Saint, the girl Aloz called Frofa.

He was originally worried about whether something would go wrong, but he didn't expect that the latter was infinitely more reliable than the former. Not only was the entire implantation process clean and tidy, but at least so far, there seemed to be no problems at all.

Therefore, his thank you is sincere. Ever since the battle of Ampelsel, he has regarded Princess Magdale as a friend. If it were not for them, Her Highness the Princess would not have ended up where she is today. Whenever he thinks of the Princess that night

His Highness went to find out the news in the rain but was discovered and executed. He felt very uncomfortable. The nun and princess must have been very frightened and desperate at the time, but for the sake of her friendship with Princess Griffin, she still went without hesitation.

In this era, the friendship between Eruin, Magdal and Griffin can be said to be the most shining humanity in the darkness.

It is a pity that such a gentle and kind girl did not end well in history.

Frofa's dress was still similar to the last time she met him. She glanced at Princess Magdalen on the bed, then turned back to look at Brando, without speaking, she just stretched out her hand to him and spread her palms flat.

.

What does this mean? Brando was slightly taken aback.

"Earrings." Frofa's voice sounded like water dripping onto ice.

The slightest fondness for Aloz that had just been established in Brando's heart disappeared in an instant. He couldn't help scolding the little female dragon over and over again in his heart, as if she had been trying to find ways since he met her.

The ground has laid a series of traps for him, and now, the biggest time bomb has come to him, ticking and ready to detonate at any time, but he had completely forgotten this before. But this is not the core of the problem, Frofa

His earrings had been damaged in the last battle with Ampelsel, how could he get them out now?

He mustered up the courage to glance at this cold-faced dragon girl, and then remembered what Aloz and Shiduo said about the symbolic meaning of dragon earrings, and couldn't help but feel a little red. Fortunately, he had experienced so many things.

After that, I finally developed my thick skin, and I was able to imitate the shamelessness of other nobles. After much hesitation, I replied: "Well, Miss Frofa, I really lost your earrings a little carelessly."

The dragon girl looked at him coldly.

Brando felt as if there was a sharp sword hanging over his head, and it would fall off at any time. "Well... I think," he hesitated: "Actually, I think personal marriage should not be related to an item, although

Customs and customs are also very important, but... you see, you are a dragon and I am a human, and the customs we have to follow are also different. You should be able to understand what I mean, Miss Frofa, I mean,

In fact, I didn't know anything about it before that." Seriously speaking, Brando is not unable to fight against young dragons like Aloz or even Frofa, but he feels that he was at a disadvantage in the first place.

If there was another big fight, then the face of the lord would probably be lost. With this thought in his mind, he would lose his strength before fighting, and his aura would naturally be a head lower than that of the dragon girl in front of him.

Frofa listened for a moment with a cold face, and then said calmly:

"You mean you don't want to marry me?"

"Holy shit!" Brando stared at the other party in shock, wondering how she could get such a meaning from her words. He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to squeeze out such a sentence: "

This... I'm afraid that's not what it means."

The dragon girl glanced at him, her eyes becoming colder than ever before, making Brando feel as if he was a dead person in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Mr. Earl, I hate those who play with girls' hearts the most.

Man, just take care of yourself." After saying this, she turned around, opened the door, walked out, then slammed the door, leaving Brando standing there with a puzzled look on his face.

Brando was going crazy, "Aloz, what on earth did you bastard do!" He roared in his heart.

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