The silver-robed wizards disappeared behind the light door one by one. Tulaman looked at Brando, who was leaning forward and staring at him with his hands on the side of the ship. He smiled slightly, and then turned around and stepped into the light door; he was the last one.
As the Buga man left, the annular light door on the bridge rotated half a circle clockwise behind him, then quickly shrank and turned into a light spot, slowly falling to the ground like a piece of floating dust.
At night, Loen Port looked devastated after the fierce battle during the day. There was no one in the silent city at this time. Loen Port was not big in the first place. Except for the nobles who were reluctant to part with their own properties, most of them
The civilians had already left and fled at the beginning of the war. The remaining refugees had already been arranged by Brando and the Eruin envoy on the ship. The Cruz nobles also had to occupy their own limited survival resources and space for these civilians.
They were quite dissatisfied and had been quarreling for a long time, but Brando didn't bother to pay attention to these people. This belonged to Valhalla and his fleet, and he didn't need to pay attention to it.
The silver fleet was suspended over the dock like a school of fish, with large and small frigates surrounding several obviously larger battleships. In the center of the entire fleet was the flagship Akhenaten. In the clear sky
Under the starlight, the sailors tightened the ropes amidst the chief mate's orders, and the silver sails were inflating. Brando listened to such orders, and his heart felt calm. He saw the deck above
, Marjorie, a petty officer from Yanilasu, was directing the sailors to roll the wooden barrels filled with fresh water and food off the deck. The young men who went to sea for the first time were not very skilled, but they were better than their diligent hands and feet.
Not only was the gangplank leading to the cross bridge on the side of the ship not closed, but an extra one was added. A certain young lady who always regarded herself as Eruin's business ambassador stood beside the gangplank, wearing a thick fur coat.
Wearing a mink shawl and a cute round hat, she seemed unable to bear the biting cold wind at high altitudes. She kept rubbing her hands, and her exposed face turned red from the cold.
But even so, she still warned the sailors around her seriously: "You are so clumsy. It is really worrying. You must be careful later. That is a truly elegant lady of noble birth.
You must not scare others!"
"No problem, Miss Roman."
"Yes, young lady, please go below the cabin first. If you freeze up, the lord will get angry again later." Unfortunately, the sailors were very familiar with this young lady's temperament and were not afraid at all. On the contrary,
He replied with a smile.
"Don't, don't, don't talk nonsense. Your lord has a good temper, so he won't get angry." Roman retorted hastily. Even though she said this, she still glanced at Brando guiltily.
The reporter looked distracted and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest and couldn't help but said angrily: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will arrange for you to wash the deck!"
The sailors then laughed and shut up.
Brando waited until the eldest lady turned around. Then he withdrew his gaze. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing to himself. But there was some understanding in his heart——
The Bugans and the Four Great Temples have realized their mistakes, because it is impossible to achieve the goal of justice through deception. If the direction is deviated from the beginning, the goal achieved will only produce bitter results.
Fruit. But is it right for Her Majesty the Queen to stand on the opposite side of the four major temples? Brando feels that this is not necessarily the case.
Because the Buga people, the dragon clan, and the four major temples are right on at least one thing: crazy actions can only push the order to destruction and cannot bring new life on the ruins. No one is qualified to decide the fate of others, and no one has the right to decide the fate of others.
People are qualified to drag this world into war; blood cannot bring about revolution, but can only arouse endless hatred.
"Maybe I don't know how to stand on the side of justice."
"But at least I know what are the beautiful and precious things in this world."
"I also know how to use a knight's sword." Brando murmured to himself: "So the Queen is indeed drifting away on the path of paranoia."
A black carriage appeared on the bridge like a ghost. It drove silently towards the Akhenaten, and then stopped next to the gangplank. Although the sailors were laughing and joking forward without any formality, this
But he cheered up for a moment, because the carriage was escorted by three Valkyries - these female knights riding flaming horses, holding spears and wearing armor, had already demonstrated their astonishing strength in the afternoon battle.
, and there are actually people in the envoy who need their protection? Everyone was shocked.
Not only these sailors, but the nobles on the warships far and near who saw this scene were subconsciously puzzled. Most of them immediately turned their attention to the flagship - the mysterious earl had already boarded the ship, so
Who could be in the carriage? Could it be that Her Royal Highness the Princess of Eruin is here in person?
Even everyone in the mission looked at each other, and Ouni couldn't help but bumped Marjorie's arm with her elbow: "Have you seen Princess Magdalene?" she asked. The young noncommissioned officer shook his head: "
She was on the boat, the boat with Judy."
"Where is the eldest lady of the Yanbao family?"
"Miss Delfry? I saw her just now."
"Who could it be? Is it really Her Royal Highness?" Duke Viero's daughter frowned and bit her fingernails rudely as she said. She is the kind of woman with a strong desire to control, and she often does something unexpected.
, which will make her feel very uneasy.
"You are thinking too much, Miss Oni." Marjorie was very calm. He glanced at the former and replied calmly.
The carriage stopped next to the gangplank, then the door opened, and Juta jumped out. Those who saw this scene were slightly startled for a moment, and then recognized that this was the female adjutant of Count Eruin, and actually asked her to take care of her personally.
The curiosity of the people couldn't help but increase a bit. They stared at the carriage, as if it was coming out after calling for a long time, and finally a person slowly walked down from the top.
But he is a man.
"Ah!" Ouni was so frightened when she saw the man that she almost shouted out loud.
On other ships, a group of Cruz nobles were also like ducks with their throats pinched. They looked at the man as if they saw the devil. Some of them with poor psychological quality actually took a few steps back. Unlucky.
Okay, I stepped on the cable and sat down on the ground. Even so, they hadn't woken up yet, and each of their faces were as white as a piece of paper, with the blood completely gone.
Count Alcorns was frowning and taking out his pocket watch from his clothes to check the time by the moonlight. But now he seemed to be possessed, standing there fixedly, and the pocket watch in his hand fell down with a bang.
When we got to the deck, the glass watch cover fell to pieces without even noticing.
"What's wrong?" Marjorie seemed to be belatedly realizing that the atmosphere around her was somewhat different, and she asked the Duke's daughter beside her.
"It's him..." Ouni's upper and lower teeth were chattering. Although she tried her best to restrain this embarrassing emotion, she still couldn't help but make a gurgling sound: "It's that person. The leader is actually with him. No wonder
...No wonder he is so confident..."
If there is one person in the history of the empire who can make all the nobles in the empire change their expressions, and the appearance of this person is known to everyone in the empire, but even so, the Cruz Empire, which has been powerful for a hundred years,
If there is still no way to deal with him, then this person will only have a name and a title.
His name is Mephistopheles, and his title is Gray Sword Master.
Mephistopheles slowly stepped out of the carriage. He was an extremely elegant middle-aged man. He had been accustomed to a privileged life in the first half of his life. The aura of a noble in trouble was imprinted on him like a label, as if he was a wanderer.
He was like a prince from another country, making him involuntarily become the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went. Dressed in a dark windbreaker, with the famous gray sword on his back, his face was a little resolute, but the most eye-catching thing
What stood out were those eyes that were like cold stars. Mephistopheles raised his head and glanced at everyone in the fleet, making every Cruz person present feel chills in their hearts.
Time seems to have frozen.
Jutta and Mephistopheles got on the boat one after another. They walked across the gangplank and came to Brando. Brando looked at the two people and couldn't help but let out a breath. Laughing
Said: "Sorry to trouble you, teacher, I didn't expect to involve you in this."
The Gray Sword Master looked at his student. On this mission, he had actually been following the mission, working with the Valkyrie and the Buga puppets. According to the original arrangement, it was not appropriate for him to show up during this mission.
, unless it comes to the most critical moment. But I didn’t expect that the plan would not change quickly. After Brando asked Juta to tell him about the plan, he only thought about it for a moment, and then the above scene happened.
Mephistopheles knew that his student wanted to use his own brand to promote the banner, but he didn't care about it. First of all, he was very satisfied with Brando, his only student, and secondly, he never thought about it.
Hide your head and tail in front of the Cruz people.
The empire couldn't do anything to him before he entered the extreme realm, let alone now.
So he just responded calmly: "Just do it, you are my student, I will naturally stand behind you."
Brando was slightly startled, and couldn't help but feel a little moved. He looked at this weather-beaten middle-aged man, who was also his cheap teacher. Originally, in his mind, although the relationship between the two was that of master and apprentice, there was inevitably a sense of transaction in it.
.After all, this relationship has been maintained by equal exchange from the beginning. Unexpectedly, after experiencing so much, the other party seemed to really treat him as a student. He nodded slightly and replied in a deep voice:
"I understand, teacher."
Mephistopheles still looked stern and just nodded and said: "I'm going down first. It's really unpleasant to see these hypocritical Cruz people."
Brando couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now everyone thought that he, the Count of Valhalla, was so bold that he dared to slap the Cruz Empire in the face, but he didn't expect that Mephistopheles, the old enemy of the empire, was even more arrogant. Even he didn't dare to do it without any reason.
This is a way of slandering the Cruz people in person. You must know that Count Alkans is not far away now. Although Mephistopheles is talking to him alone, his voice is not quiet at all. It seems that he deliberately speaks to the other party.
But that's nothing. What's outrageous is that those arrogant Cruz nobles who are always complaining about this and that seem to be suffering from aphasia. They lowered their heads one by one and pretended not to see this scene.
Although Count Alcorns' face turned blue and white, he did not dare to say a word.
What is deterrence? This is deterrence.
Brando watched Mephistopheles walking down the deck, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart. He didn't see his teacher saying this when he saw the beauty of the blue sky, the legion leader. It was really hypocritical.
But when he thought about this, he also thought that he had not heard any news about Veronica for a while. Although that lady was from Cruz, she was one of the few people he respected, and he couldn't help but feel worried for a while.
At this time, the black carriage boarded the Akhenaten under Roman's arrangement. The sailors couldn't help but be very confused: "Miss Roman, didn't you say that there was a noble and elegant lady in that carriage? That doesn't look like that."
What does a lady look like?”
"Why are there no ladies?" the businesswoman said quibly: "Didn't you see?"
"Miss, you can't talk about Lady Juta, right? Isn't she the mercenary leader? She is considered an elegant lady of noble birth?" The sailors suddenly started shouting: "Businessmen have to be trustworthy."
"Of course you have to be trustworthy, but you can exploit loopholes in the text, right?" Roman smiled.
"Tch." There were boos all of a sudden.
But the businesswoman didn't care at all. She asked the sailors to put away the gangplank, and then came to Brando. She made an 'ok' gesture proudly.
Brando was unmoved at all, pinched the tip of her nose, and then said to Jutta on the side: "Have everything been loaded on the boat?"
Yuta nodded: "Both the puppets and gargoyles have been loaded onto the ship, but Lord, there are not many gargoyles left. If the dragon beast attacks again..."
"They will definitely come again. The one behind us should be Modesty. I know her character very well." Brando glanced at the great plain under the night. Scattered stardust dotted the darkness.
above the curtain, but the most dazzling thing among them is the constellation of Dragon King Bahamut in the eastern sky. Just beside this majestic star map, there is pitch black. It is said that before the War of the Saints, it was the constellation of Bahamut.
The zodiac sign of the Dark Dragon.
It has been dead for thousands of years——
"Uh-huh," Roman raised his eyebrows and raised his head, trying hard to get rid of Brando's clutches, but how could she, a poor little witch, be the opponent of Brando, a warrior. It didn't take long.
Son, he looked at this hateful guy with tears in his eyes: "Brando, if you don't let go, I'm going to bite you."
As if to strengthen the persuasiveness of this threat, the business lady also showed her white and sharp little tiger teeth.
Brando smiled slightly and then let go. The latter quickly took a step back, rubbed his red nose, and stared at this guy warily.
"Can they catch up with us?" Juta asked as he looked at the young couple with interest.
"Yes, the speed of the dragon beast is much faster than the oldest frigate, and we also have refugees with us." Brando replied.
"Then if we do it now, won't they catch up with us on the sea?" Yuta frowned.
"It doesn't matter." Brando secretly thought that Modesty might personally join the war after learning that the Bugas had intervened, but he still replied calmly: "They can't stop us, Jutta, you go and inform Charles
Go to the drawing room with Marjorie and the others, and by the way, there’s the fat man.”
Juta nodded and was about to leave, but Brando stopped her again: "Wait."
"What's wrong?" The female mercenary leader turned back in confusion.
"Jutta," Brando hesitated before asking, "I remember you seemed to know my grandfather."
Yuta was startled for a moment, and then she realized what she was doing. Her eyes lit up and she replied with some reverence: "Yes, Lord Lord, how could anyone in Eruin not know your grandfather? Lord Darus,
At that time, he was one of the twins of the kingdom, but..." She looked at her lord with some admiration, thinking that this was probably the so-called family inheritance of the nobles. Both generations of ancestors and grandchildren were so outstanding.
But why do some nobles continue to decay from generation to generation? It was not the first time that she was confused about this question, but she just couldn't think of an answer.
"But what?"
It seemed that it took a while for Jutta to make up her mind to continue the question, and she replied: "But I was not born yet when your grandfather became famous, my lord. In fact... in fact, I met him when he was
What happened after seclusion. My lord..." She looked at the young man in front of her and replied: "You know, it was near Braggs. In fact, I saw you, lord, at that time."
"What!?" Brando was shocked. He never dreamed that he and the female mercenary captain would have such a relationship.
"...Sir, remember that I once told you about my past," Juta's voice couldn't help but deepen as he recalled what happened before: "My sister and I were still adventurers at that time, but later we were treated by nobles.
I was persecuted and had to go into exile. Later, your grandfather saved my life. It was a pity that my sister was not so lucky and did not survive until that time. It was at that time that I met you and your grandfather."
She couldn't help but smile tenderly and compared her height: "At that time, my lord, you were only a little taller."
Brandol was stunned for a moment before he realized that there was indeed such a thing in his memory, but before Juta mentioned it, it was just a small episode in his childhood memory, which had long been blurred.
He took a deep look at the female mercenary leader: "Did you recognize it from the beginning?"
Juta shook his head: "It was a long time later that I realized that the old man was the famous Sword Master Darus. Later, I deliberately collected some information about him, but I didn't dare to publicize it. Only later did I
When I met the adults, I actually didn't recognize them at first. After all, you were still so young at that time." She couldn't help but smile: "Who would have thought that such a cute little guy at that time could actually be...
I have grown into an upright man. Compared to adults, I really accomplished nothing. Later..."
"later?"
"Later, it was after the underground incident in Safrund Town that I confirmed your identity from Lord Kuran. From then on, I decided to follow you wholeheartedly." The female mercenary leader felt a little emotional.
Di recalled that she glanced at her sword subconsciously.
"Sir," she raised her head: "Is there anything else?"
Brando shook his head, feeling a little regretful. He originally wanted to learn about his grandfather from Juta, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't seem to know more than him. "Nothing," he replied: "
Go ahead, Juta, thank you."
"It's my honor, sir," the female mercenary leader replied with a smile. Suddenly she remembered something and asked, "By the way, sir, how is your aunt?"
"My aunt?" Brando was stunned for a moment. There were a few aunts on Karasu's side and on his mother's side, but Kadirego had very little contact with their family. He had never seen those professors since he was a child.
Relatives, I didn’t understand why Juta suddenly asked this question.
"Yes, it was the lady who was with your grandfather at that time. Speaking of which, she was the first to rescue me," Jutta replied: "I haven't seen that kind lady for a long time, and I haven't seen her since.
I never had a chance to thank her."
"What?"
Brando was stunned for a moment, because this person did not exist in his memory at all. He couldn't help but rub his forehead, and for a moment he wondered whether his memory was too vague and missed many details. He
He only remembered that he was practicing swordplay in a sawmill by the river, and his grandfather accidentally rescued a woman. As for whether it was Yuta, in fact, he couldn't remember clearly. As for whether there was another woman at the time,
, then it is even more impossible to talk about.
However, in his memory, he only remembered that there were not many outsiders who interacted with his family. Apart from some friends from his father's business, his grandfather basically had no social contacts and only supervised his sword practice every day.
Did he remember it wrong?
Brando couldn't help but rubbed his forehead with a headache.
"Lord?" Yuta glanced at him worriedly.
"It's nothing," Brando shook his head: "My aunt...well, okay, I will take you to meet her next time I have a chance."
The female mercenary leader nodded with satisfaction, without any hint of perfunctory intent.
