Princess Gloria.
Brando remembered this name. The Shire once told him that this woman was Gryphine's aunt. Princess Gryphine also told him that she once had such an aunt who was her father's betrothed.
He also remembered that The Shire's original words about this princess were, "She may not meet you."
In other words, this princess may still be alive.
"Is this princess still alive?"
"She is still alive," the old Prime Minister replied with certainty, "Someone saw her a few years ago near Braggs."
"Near Braggs." Brando's voice trembled a little. "Where is she now?"
This time, the old Prime Minister shook his head. "No one knows."
"No one knows?"
"No one, unless your father is willing to speak."
Brando thought for a moment and shook his head. Even if he could convince his father now, there was no way to contact the other party.
He took a deep breath, and then another, calming down. After a long silence, he asked, "Lord Nidevan, what does what you said have to do with our current situation?"
"I think this is where the crux of the problem lies, so I must see His Majesty. I suspect that someone was behind this and deceived everyone."
"What do you mean?"
"From Mr. Pamid's notes, it can be seen that what happened that day is not consistent with what people later knew. On the first night of the incident, there was no conflict between Her Highness and your grandfather. In fact, there were three people who went to the center of the fog and entered the center of the temple — Her Highness, your grandfather, and one other person is unknown. But later, in front of the Bugas, Her Highness's statement was completely different. Your grandfather was excluded from the incident, and the mysterious third person was also concealed. And as far as I know, it was this person who really gave the order for Her Highness to make a decision."
Brendel was stunned when he heard that. "Why?" he asked.
"In order to cover up the truth, but I suspect that this is not Your Highness' original intention, because it would not benefit the Empire at all." The old chancellor continued, "And this is the answer to the question that Mr. Palmede has been searching for his entire life. Just like Mr. Palmede, I can't find any point of interest in this matter. Everyone's actions seem absurd and unfounded, as if someone is manipulating everything behind the scenes."
At this point, he stopped and slowly said, "But recently, I've suddenly figured out some things. Now, I think I might have an idea of what to do."
"Sir Nidevan, do you mean that you can persuade Her Majesty?" Veronica frowned and asked cautiously.
"If I can confirm that everything before our eyes is contrary to what Her Majesty has in mind," the old Prime Minister replied.
"Is that why you insisted on coming with us?" Brando asked.
The Prime Minister nodded.
"Then can we hear your conclusion?" Veronica asked cautiously again.
The old Prime Minister nodded and replied, "I have been investigating Her Majesty for the past few years, and I found that she has been trying to find a way to find the little girl. This means that her efforts over the years have all failed without exception, and the most recent failure led to the death of His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince. After that, Her Majesty stopped all actions, and the alchemists I contacted also disappeared one by one."
"What is she trying to do?" Veronica asked.
"I don't know, but she must be up to something. But I suspect that the matter behind this is not so simple. On the surface, it looks like the Black Dragons are trying to revive the glory of Odin's era, and they are trying to lure Her Majesty to do this behind the scenes. The three dragons are directly involved, and everything seems to make sense. But because Her Majesty and your grandfather have concealed a key piece of information, the Bugas and the dragons believe this one-sided story. "
"Is it the baby girl?"
The old Prime Minister nodded.
"I've been thinking about this question for a long time: What prompted Odin to seal a newborn under the Holy Temple? The importance of the birth of a newborn to the Miirnas is self-evident. I've gone to many places, relied on many connections, and read many documents in the hands of the wizards and the Holy Temple, but in the vast literature of the Miirnas, there is not the slightest record of the birth of this newborn. All the evidence points to the heavy mystery tied to this baby girl."
The old Prime Minister's slightly squinted eyes reflected a deep light, as if he had witnessed the end of the Holy Cathedral of Fire's era with his own eyes, and he had personally placed the laurel full of glory on the head of Grand the Great.
The old Prime Minister sneered and questioned, "The strange thing is that the person behind all of this is turning a blind eye to this. He has more information than us, and as the pursuer of the Black Dragon, how could he turn a blind eye to Odin's obvious signal?"
"But what about Her Majesty the Queen?" Veronica asked, "Is she also turning a blind eye to these suspicious points?"
"For the Silver Queen, these suspicious points do not exist," Brando finally said, "Lord Nidevan spent decades investigating this matter, and Lord Nidevan's investigation is based on a more detailed investigation by Knight Pamela, and even first-line information and notes. This is not a simple task, and if it was not for the suspicion in advance, the Silver Queen would not have conducted such a detailed investigation. Moreover, if she was working with that mysterious person, her every move would be under the other party's surveillance, and she would have no time to care about other things. "
"I understand, so for the Silver Queen, everything she saw is probably a lie carefully woven by the other party. If she continues down this path, she will not get what she wants."
"Your guess is right, Your Excellency, and I am afraid it is not just limited to Her Majesty the Queen. The other party has played the three empires, the Bugas, and the dragon race in circles, and their goal is not as simple as overthrowing a country. There must be a great secret on that baby girl, and I have suspected more than once that the other party's main goal is that baby girl, but I am not sure why Her Majesty sent her away at that time, and why she hid the existence of this little girl. "
The old Prime Minister sighed, "This question has been bothering me until recently, and I do not have much time left. I am afraid only Her Majesty the Queen can answer this question of mine."
"That is to say, Lord Nidevan, you do not have sufficient evidence?" Brando asked.
"This journey is a narrow escape, and no one has full confidence."
The old Prime Minister, who was once at the peak of the Empire's power, answered this question indifferently.
Brendel did not say anything. He was doing the same for his promise, and the old man was doing the same for the Empire that he had built. Both of them had reasons to move forward, even if they had to sacrifice their lives for it.
He looked at the old Prime Minister, who was already somewhat stooped, but in his eyes, he seemed to see the spirit and grace that once dominated tens of millions of people.
Some people were born to accomplish great things, and their existence was a footnote to epics, and their corpses would become monuments, whether their enemies liked it or not.
The three of them did not speak, but each of them already had a plan in mind.
Brando was the first to break the silence after a moment, and asked, "I wonder what Lord Nidevan's guess is about 'the other party'?"
The old Prime Minister seemed to have guessed that Brendel would ask such a question, and said, "I have been investigating the cultists for the past few years, and I found out that contrary to the common knowledge of many nobles, the cultists are actually divided into many smaller categories. First and foremost, All For One and the Tree Herders are not the subordinates of All For One, and the Disciples of the Black Flames are closer to the Tree Herders. "The Tree Herders have twelve Patriarchs. Apart from Andesha and Mayad who are imprisoned in the Imperial Capital, there are also twelve Patriarchs, including Foonica, the Envoy of Sorrow, Lord of the Tainted Blood, and Tiamas, the Harbinger of Death. These twelve are known as the Twelve Patriarchs of the Hydra, which is also the origin of the Twelve Patriarchs. However, the Sea Monster has twelve heads, but only one body. This gigantic monster's body is called the Ring of Ashes. Ever since the Withering Druids split from the Ring of the World, this organization has been controlled by a group of fallen Golden Folk. "
"I pursued the matter to the end, and finally found some information about its previous leader. It is a Bone Dragon, and still lives near Osopal. This Bone Dragon had a long history when it was alive. It was a subordinate of the Evil Dragon Fusia, and on the surface, it was a member of the Black Dragons. It often incited the dragons to return to the glory of Odin's era, but it was later found to be related to the Tree Herders, and died at the hands of its own people. Since then, the dragons have been wary of the Black Dragons. It's a pity that the dragons underestimated this fellow. I have evidence to prove that it was not related to the Tree Herders, but was the actual leader of the Tree Herders in that era. It did not completely disappear after that, but escaped into Madara after turning into an undead … "
"… Of the three Black Dragons that infiltrated the Empire sixty years ago, at least one of them was a student of this Bone Dragon. She is the leader of the Tree Herders of this generation, the leader of the Twelve Patriarchs, the Evil Dragon Lord Clarisse."
Brendel immediately had a clear answer in his heart. Dragon Queen Gwendolyn. Now that he had strung this lost bead together, everything became clearer than it could ever be.
Why would Andesha and Mayad suddenly appear? Why would the situation in Rushta be so strange? If the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn was also a member of the Tree Herders, then everything would make sense.
If there was a Tree Herders member like Gwendolyn by the side of the Silver Queen sixty years ago when she was still the princess of the Empire, then she could use the excuse of reviving the glory of the Dark Dragon Odin's era to threaten the Queen's hopes for the Empire. Coupled with some lies, everything that happened today could be explained reasonably.
But there was still a problem.
"But how can you be sure that this is not the Queen's intention?" Brando asked.
There was no such thing as a perfect lie in this world. Although the Silver Queen might not have evidence, there were times when doubts did not require evidence. If she did not have the will, how could she have gone so far on this path?
After all, the Queen of today was no longer the kind-hearted Princess of the past.
"If I do," the old Prime Minister replied, "and if I die in this land, at least I will have an excuse to explain myself to Grantod —"
"I don't want to die."
"You can choose to back out." The old man smiled at Brando with a teasing look in his eyes.
"At least I won't place my hopes on someone else."
The old chancellor smiled faintly.
Veronica was still silent, probably digesting this information. When Brando first heard the truth from Tulman, his reaction was not much better than the old chancellor's.
He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. There were only ten minutes left. It was already late at night, and the forest was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard. Even the owls had left the canopy, and only a full moon hung above the hill.
Ko Hua rode up to him on his white wolf and said, "There's someone in the forest."
Before Brando could ask, the nobles were already in an uproar.
"Who's there?"
Someone shouted from afar.
Brando could not help but wipe the sweat off his forehead. If it was someone ambushing him, he would have been answered with a few arrows. In the game, players often did such stupid things, but after a few times, they learned their lesson.
Fortunately, the newcomers did not have any ill intentions. Soon, a familiar voice came from the forest, "Don't attack, they're on the same side."
Brando's face relaxed when he heard the voice.
It was The Shire's voice.
The Shire and a few people walked out from the bushes. The young wizard servant walked at the front, and his body was covered in smoke and fire. When he fought with the Knight of Flame at the Colddew Villa, no wizards surrounded him. This could only mean that they had encountered a battle on their way here.
The Shire was followed by Mephistopheles and Andrique. Both of them were covered in blood, which was even more telling. But looking at their condition, the blood seemed to be from the enemy.
"Why did you arrive so late?" Brando asked with a frown.
"There was a little trouble on the way. My Lord, I couldn't contact you. How is it, Miss Scarlett — "The Shire looked around and did not find any trace of the Highlander girl. He quickly stopped talking," Something happened? "
"She was moved ahead of time."
Brando replied. He looked at The Shire and the vampire siblings behind him, "Are you guys okay?"
"I've killed too many people." Andrique answered coldly. This standard Andrique answer suddenly frightened the nobles who wanted to get close to the beautiful lady.
"Why are all the women under this guy like this?" The Cruz nobles felt hurt in their hearts.
But at least they could find comfort. At least the little Elven princess was still gentle and elegant. She had the standard demeanor of a noble lady.
Brando did not care what these people thought. He was already used to the vampire lady's sarcastic way of speaking. He only asked, "What's wrong?"
"The city is in a mess," The Shire shrugged, "We had a big fight with the cultists. Oh, and we brought back a guy. If we want to go back to the city, maybe he can help us."
One had to admit that out of everyone present, this young adept servant was the one who understood his lord's temperament the best.
If he did not save Scarlett.
Then he would definitely kill ten times in and ten times out.
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