Of course, the gazes of the cavalrymen only caught his attention, and he believed that the White-Mane army would not be so ignorant.
Just like before, Brando had no intention of entering Erouine's corrupt system, but he had already predicted that the refugees would be exposed. Because of this, experienced mercenaries who pursued freedom and money became the best candidates to replace him in the limelight.
The halo that shrouded over a group of people was always dimmer than the halo that shrouded over a single person. When people thought of the fact that it was a group of experienced mercenaries who led the refugees to carve out a path of blood, they would feel that it was only natural.
This was only true for normal people.
The fall of Fortress Riedon was like a ticking time bomb. No matter what, the White-Mane army's Knight Group would not be able to escape the blame after the war. Thus, if they were to show off, it would only serve to highlight their incompetence. If he was the only one in the spotlight, his vanity would be satisfied, but the nobles would be the ones laughing the loudest.
[I don't want to be branded as a member of any faction.] Thus, after his arrangements, the situation changed.
Because the more people involved in the story, the easier it would be to change the way the story was written.
Brando knew that the shrewd nobles would definitely understand this point. The next step would be to see if the cunning old man did a clean job. At the very least, they would find a scapegoat to take all the blame and whitewash the story. That would be the key to saving their face.
But this had nothing to do with him. He did not want to deal with these people, but he did not have a choice.
But at least there was another benefit, and that was that the name 'The Amber Sword' would spread.
Other than the few youths beside Petit-finis, the citizens outside the Silver-winged Cavalry headquarters quickly dispersed.
Brando also quickly met up with Old Marden. The old guard captain seemed to be in a hurry for the past few days, to the point that there were a few more wrinkles on his face. Brando could guess what he was worried about. It was probably because he did not understand the situation between the nobles.
Within Bruglas, the conflict between Count Nakin's local nobles and the military nobles had reached its climax. Under such circumstances, only a carefree youth like Petit-finis would focus on the rumors in the city.
Thinking until here, he walked over to greet him. Marden remembered this young man who was not afraid of death. This veteran who had experienced the November War raised his eyebrows when he saw him. Although the old man heard that Brando and Freya were fine, he could not help but let out a sigh of relief and was secretly glad that Martha was protecting him.
Then, his gaze landed on Freya. The girl with a long ponytail immediately, she bowed and replied, "Captain Marden, I've returned —"
Marden nodded and showed a relieved smile, "Good, good. It's good that you're back."
But before he could finish his sentence, he couldn't help but recall that the villagers of Bucce were still destitute while the nobles were fighting for power. Although he wasn't from Bucce, he was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that Marden seemed to have aged ten years, Freya also remembered Aunt Syl's family who died at the hands of Madara. Her eyes could not help but redden.
Brando saw the little Roman constantly looking at him and could not help but sigh. Although this girl was careless, sometimes she was sharp and astute. But when you pay attention to this merchant lady, she would start to act obedient and throw a tantrum.
When he thought of this, he patted Freya's back and comforted the girl with a long ponytail. Then, he said to Marden, "Captain Marden, I have to say something presumptuous. But you don't have to think too much about the matters between nobles. After all, we are just small characters who need to obediently wait for their final decision — "
Marden was stunned. He did not expect Brando to see through his troubles. Although he was a veteran of the November War, he was not good at scheming and scheming. These few days, he had exhausted his mind and soul and was almost unable to bear it. Sometimes, he really envied Petit-finis that brat who did not have to worry about anything.
But for Marden, as someone who came later in history, Brando's view was simpler than his. Because in this situation, Marden and his group's decision would not have any effect. Thus, they might as well not make a decision and wait for others to arrange everything for them. Although this sounded a little helpless, it was the truth.
That was what he wanted to tell Marden.
But after Brando explained it to the veteran, the old guard captain could not help but be shocked. He looked at Brando suspiciously and asked, "Young man, who are you? Ordinary people can't see these things so clearly. Let alone ordinary people, even I can't see them clearly. "
His words confirmed Freya's guess. Since Captain Marden said so, then Brando's identity was certain. Freya thought to herself. She then went up and told the veteran of the November War about Brando's identity. Of course, it was about the Highland Knight.
Marden was enlightened.
"So you are a noble and a Highland Knight." After hearing this, the old guard captain could not help but look at Brando with surprise. He said, "Speaking of which, when I was young, I had the opportunity to fight side by side with a Highland Knight. Although most people say that the Highland Knight is unruly, I have to say that they are all heroes."
He looked at Brando again. "It seems that their descendants are also impatient. Brando, at least you have proved this point."
"You flatter me, Captain Marden."
"No, when you said that you wanted to deliver the letter from Mount Zevail, I simply thought that you were a young man who was not afraid of death. And if it wasn't for the Roman girl who insisted on going with you, I wouldn't have supported you. " Marden replied, "Of course, as for later, I sent Freya to chase after you, that's another matter."
"But in any case, your subsequent performance can be considered as heroic. Young man, true courage is not recklessness, but knowing what you are doing. Your actions are clearly worthy of this. "
The old guard captain patted Brando and Freya's shoulders with both hands. "Both of you are good. Erouine is a role model for young people."
Freya was silent. She looked at Brando. She thought that most of the credit actually belonged to Brando. It was just that no one knew about it.
Of course, Brando would not be so foolish as to say it out loud.
Afterwards, they met with the rest of the Bucce militia. Eyke, Irene, and Mackie, who had a good relationship with him, naturally came to congratulate him. Mackie even brought a small barrel of ale, saying that he wanted to toast to the survival of the calamity. The taciturn Neberto and Vlad only patted each other's shoulders. They were not good with words, but their feelings were naturally included in their actions.
The only unexpected thing was that they bumped into Bretton along the way. This young man was with his father, and he did not confront Brendel directly. He only nodded slightly at Brendel, and the two parties brushed past each other.
Mackie then told him that Bretton had been depressed for the past month, and only recently did he feel slightly better. Brando could not help but be silent for a moment after hearing this news. A person who could blame himself for the death of a comrade was not too bad. This confirmed one of his thoughts.
When the celebration came to an end, a few young silver-winged cavalry joined in. When Brando saw these young men, he could not help but look at Batom.
This meant that his plan to disperse the 'hatred' was quite successful. After all, jealousy was something that humans were born with, and it was unavoidable. However, as long as he kept a low profile, he would still be able to win friends.
After the celebration, the old guard captain Marden came to ask him about the nobles again. This time, Brando purposely asked Freya to stay behind and replied: "Uncle Marden, the truth is that the situation is already clear. The White-Mane army's Knight's forces will soon come to contact us. This means that they have already made a decision. But don't worry, this decision has nothing to do with us. We just have to accept the rewards with a clear conscience. "
"What do you mean?" Marden asked.
"The general situation is like this. They need people to become heroes. People like you and Freya who have performed outstandingly, and also came from the guards or the militia, only then can people think of the local army." Brando replied: "And Uncle Marden, you led the Bucce villagers out of the encirclement and sent a message to Fort Vermeer. This matter is easy to explain, because as long as Uncle Marden came from the guards, your contribution would be their contribution. "
"But a group of mercenaries led one to two thousand refugees from Fort Riedon and killed a bloody path out of tens of thousands of undead. It's a little hard to explain, if not, the White-Mane army would become a laughingstock. But on the one hand, these two deeds have already spread to Braggs, Anzek and even Dragos, and they have no choice but to admit it. Thus, how to deal with this matter is a very ingenious matter. "
"So that's how it is, we are actually just a cover?" Batom suddenly understood.
Brando nodded: "So the key lies with Freya."
"Me?" Freya was originally lost in her thoughts, but she suddenly woke up: "Brando, I-"
Marden went silent. Brando's words were very straightforward, but the old man found it hard to accept. Although he knew some of the matters between the nobles, he did not expect a war to be so simple in their eyes.
In that case, what was the point of all these people fighting here?
"Freya, don't answer first, let me finish." Brando looked at the ponytailed girl and said.
Freya was stunned, but she nodded.
Brando continued: "But the Knight's group has their own reservations, they don't want to interact with mercenaries because to them, mercenaries are greedy and fight for money, they are not real soldiers. Interacting with these people is a very undignified way of doing things."
Batom spat in disdain.
Brando looked at him and smiled: "Of course, if there is no other choice, they will still send people to contact them in private —"
"Hypocrites." Batom rubbed his red beard and replied.
"You can say that, they are always hypocrites. Or perhaps it's because of his vanity. "Brendel replied faintly.
"Isn't it too short-sighted for the nobles to think this way?" Marden still found it hard to believe. After all, he was deeply influenced by the army. He could not believe that the high and mighty nobles would be so shallow and hypocritical.
"Short-sighted?" Brando shook his head. In fact, he knew these nobles better than the soldiers themselves. These nobles were not short-sighted, nor were they stupid. They were even too smart, but of course, they were also selfish and greedy examples.
As long as they had power and an army, the nobles could be independent. They did not need to share the burden of the royal family and the lower class citizens. Even if their territory was invaded, it did not matter as Madara would retreat. Even if their predictions were wrong, with their wealth, they could live a respectable life in any country in the Wohnde.
In the end, the ones who would suffer were the lower class citizens.
Since that was the case, the nobles would naturally indulge in the struggle for power. Why not?
Brando looked at the people present and continued: "This way, among us, Freya would be the most ideal candidate for the white-mane Knight's group. At least, with her background as a militia, the commoners would associate her with the military."
"But, isn't Gasol good enough too? He is the captain of Fortress Riedon's cavalry, isn't he more suitable than me? " Freya resisted the urge to tell them about the Dragon Subduing Tower because Brando strictly forbade them from revealing the identity of the Dragon Subduing Tower.
This would bring them trouble.
Brando shook his head: "It's the opposite. At least in Fortress Riedon, the cavalry belongs to the nobles. They are just private soldiers. The reason why they were created was to restrict the white-mane army's swordsmen. Do you think the white-mane army would be so noble as to create prestige for their enemies? "
After Brando said that, the people present immediately realized that Freya was indeed the only possible candidate.
Even Freya herself was startled for a moment, and kept quiet.
(PS, this is the first chapter. When one is unlucky, even drinking cold water would cause one to choke. I even endured the disconnection, but I went to the internet café yesterday and left my keys at home. I was forced to stay in the internet café for the whole night. It's so cold to sleep in the internet café.) (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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