Brando looked at Freya and remained silent. He knew that she might not be able to figure out what was going on. This was normal since this country girl had never come into contact with the complicated and decadent business of the nobles.
But to put it bluntly, it was actually very simple. It was nothing more than benefits.
Thus, he decided to open the topic and said frankly, "I know that it is hard for you to accept this. But this is the truth, and it is not enough for us to just do this. Because to put it bluntly, we are now just a chess piece in the hands of the nobles. They only care about whether or not this chess piece will be useful, and they do not care about the life or death of the chess piece. "
Freya was shocked and raised her head to look at him.
Marden frowned and sighed. Brando's words confirmed what he had seen in the past few days. The nobles said that they would immediately reward them, and everyone was enthusiastic. But to put it bluntly, it was still to achieve the other party's goal. What would they get in the end? It could be a promotion for one or two people, a little reward, or even just glory.
But he had mentioned the matter of the homeless villagers in Bucce several times, but it was always like a stone thrown into the sea.
"Freya," Brando turned his head and looked at Freya's light brown eyes, and said, "You want to protect the villagers in Bucce. If you only have the naive and unrealistic idea that everyone will be rewarded after the war, and then return to their hometown happily and peacefully, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
"Brando?"
"If you only have the idea of relying on others, you will become an abandoned pawn of the nobles." He interrupted her and continued.
If Brando had said this earlier, Freya would not have believed him. But after seeing so much along the way, she more or less understood this point. Thus, the girl with a long ponytail hesitated and asked, "But what should I do, Brando?"
"Of course, you have to grow up and become someone who can protect others." Brando answered.
"I understand, but I —" Freya couldn't help but answer anxiously. She thought to herself that she was just a small militia captain. How could she grow to the same level as those high and mighty nobles? The country girl thought about it again and again, but she still felt that it was impossible.
"You're worried you won't be able to?" he asked.
Freya nodded.
"Don't worry, the opportunity will come soon. Trust me, do you still remember what I said?" Brando smiled and replied.
Freya was slightly stunned.
Brando, on the other hand, understood that he did not reveal his true intentions. In fact, he hoped that this ponytailed girl could enter the Royal Cavalry Academy and receive higher education, learning the most orthodox commanding and tactical knowledge of the kingdom.
On one hand, he didn't want to change the path that the future Valkyrie had taken. On the other hand, he needed someone to enter the upper echelons of the kingdom.
From the looks of it, the Roman didn't have such thoughts at all. The only person who had such thoughts and was trustworthy was probably Freya.
In terms of safety, there was naturally no need to consider. The Royal Cavalry Academy was located in Velan, south of Arreck. It was one of the private territories of the royal family. During the December civil war, it was one of the earliest territories under the control of the princess, so there wouldn't be any problems.
And this matter in itself was beneficial to Freya.
In fact, Aouine's classical military command and tactics were not backward at all. Aouine's history of war had left many outstanding military commanders and tactical ideas behind. It was just that its internal organization was too corrupted, causing these legacies to be unable to be used.
Just like during the Renaissance period, Erouine also had a group of outstanding young military officers. Brando believed that with Freya's seriousness, she would be able to absorb knowledge like a sponge in this atmosphere. When she had accumulated enough knowledge, she would quickly stand out and attract the attention of the princess, just like in history.
Brando remembered that in history, in June of the second year, during the 64th spear competition of the Royal Cavalry Academy, Freya met the eldest princess of Erouine. Perhaps there would be some changes in history, but he hadn't had the time to flap his wings, so he didn't think the changes would be too big.
In particular, he urgently wanted to use Freya to understand the future Princess Regent, Gryphine Corvinoff, who was only 16 years old this year. Gryphine Corvinoff? What was Manofei thinking?
Brando didn't think that there was any conflict of interest between him and the princess. She wanted to revive the kingdom, and Brando wanted to change the fate of Erouine. However, to what extent could the genius of the Corvinoff family achieve? Brando was worried that the half-elf girl from the royal family wouldn't be able to let go of the interests of the nobles.
Brando, on the other hand, was different. He still held on to the dream left behind from the game. He couldn't forget the comrades who fought side by side with him in the past, and the scenes that happened in history.
Could he watch as Erouine fell into the flames of war? He remembered the day the royal capital of Monsteros was captured. The palaces and cities were set ablaze in flames, and the sky was filled with dark clouds. That day, he and many other players were ordered to retreat from the north. When they looked back at their homeland in the south, many of them cried.
Time was too short, and they couldn't change it.
Could he watch as Freya fought to the death in the Crimson Canyon of Darar? He remembered that day when all of them were fighting with their lives on the line. He alone had lost more than seven levels, and there were countless other players who had suffered the same fate as him.
But what was the result?
Brando looked at Freya, who didn't look at him. The Valkyrie, who looked like a girl next door, was wearing a silver sunflower armor and holding a square flag embroidered with a black pine leaf emblem, which was called the symbol of Erouine's courage.
But in the end, they couldn't protect the main flag, and the Valkyrie in the silver armor sacrificed herself in the war. Perhaps she at least fulfilled her promise.
She shed her last drop of blood for the sake of this land.
It was a pity that Aouine was too weak and too old. The three legions did not advance, and Kirrlutz's reinforcements did nothing. On the day of the final battle, other than Freya's own legions, other than the players, there were only the players.
Thirty-six thousand players who swore to die were just a stone in the way in front of Madara's army.
Princess Gryphine, known as the pearl of Corvado and the bright star of Erouine, married Duke Arreck, whom she didn't like, for the sake of the kingdom. She was depressed all her life, and in the end, she couldn't escape the conspiracy of All For One and died in a murder.
In that world, Erouine was left with only players like them.
His former leader, his seniors and seniors. They left The Amber Sword for many years, but every time they talked about the battle in the past at a gathering, everyone couldn't help but be silent and teary.
Erouine's spirit no longer existed.
Brando looked at Freya, and then looked at the Roman and the old Marden. Could he tolerate this happening again? He shook his head. Perhaps if he didn't know what was going to happen, he could have chosen to escape alone. With what he knew of this world, he might have created a legend.
Unfortunately, God sent him to Erouine at the moment of the first War of the Black Rose, and let him know the Roman, Freya, and everyone else in this history. Brando might have understood what kind of mission he had shouldered.
If he wanted to change history, he couldn't take into account the interests of some people, and he would wipe out everyone in front of him one by one. But he also understood that there was a voice in his heart telling him: Brando, if you take this path, you may have to face the local nobles who are deeply rooted in Erouine, and even the five historically powerful Grand Dukes. Even the proud Princess Regent had to compromise in front of them.
You even have to face Madara, which is growing stronger day by day and embarking on the most glorious period in history. Its talented generals are endless. 'Black Lord' Incirsta, 'One-eyed General' Tarkus, 'Immortal' Weyland, 'Pride of the Black Rose' Ogyust, 'Imperial Sword' Greta, and His Majesty the Emperor with the mercury staff. Any one of them is a genius. How can a mere Valkyrie of civilian background stand in the way of history? Even if you join in, what can you do?
And in the North, the people of Cruz were also watching everything indifferently. Brando, today's Eagle Empire is no longer the ancient and benevolent cradle of human civilization. The pride of the highlanders, the eleventh son of Grantocri the Great, is presiding over a reform of iron and blood. The war machine is playing powerfully, and with the appearance of the Earth Slate as an opportunity, the Third Holy War will soon begin.
When that time comes, Madara, Cruz, and even the northern countries of Buga will just be chess pieces on a huge chessboard, fighting for survival.
Do you really have the confidence to face all of this? Brando, if you make this choice, Erouine will have to face the entire world. Because you have chosen to stand on the opposite side of history.
But Brando shook his head and threw this cold thought out of his mind. He had thought about all of this when he led the refugees to fight their way out of Fortress Riedon. Even if he was facing a whole world, Brando's pride came from the fact that he was once a player in this world. This identity was like the combination of countless figures in another world, and it symbolized a group of people challenging the original rules of this world.
Perhaps it was a little arrogant to think this way.
But Brando believed that it was not necessary to do it, but to have done it, at least to make up for regrets.
So it was not only Freya's choice, but also his choice.
That was why he felt that time was tight. He needed to at least have a certain amount of power and authority during this short period of peace between the end of the War of the Black Rose and the beginning of the civil war in December. Any way to rise up in this rotten system was unreliable, and he did not have the time. In this chaotic world, the only way to quickly regain the power of a chess player was to obtain territory and an army.
He did have a plan.
In the West, in the dusty kingdom.
(PS. This is the second chapter, there is another chapter before it. Because it was inconvenient to disconnect from the Internet, it was released at the same time. Internet cafes are really not good places, they always smell of smoke.) (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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