However, as the times changed, the conflict between the Church and the Nobles shifted from the Church to the Nobles. The decline of the House of Nidevan became an unavoidable historical fact. On this point, Old Nidevan and Little Nidevan probably had a tacit understanding. Little Nidevan's mediocrity was just a result of his father being like a dog, or was it some sort of self-preservation choice? Perhaps only the people involved could understand.
The so-called reforms in the Golden Year, the Treaty of Helosto, and the enactment of the French laws that followed were just external manifestations of the struggle between the Nobles. From the very beginning, they had walked on the wrong path. Brando could only imagine what Delfien would encounter.
"So," he asked after a moment of silence, "When you realized that you couldn't do all of this, you chose the path of marriage? That is indeed one way, but Miss Delfien, have you thought of another point? "
Marriage was the most traditional and effective method in the Nobles' politics. Delfien's choice of Elman's House was indeed a good choice. Elman was a rising star in the Empire's political scene, and he was indeed very capable.
However, as a woman, it was hard to say who would be the leader in the House of Elman if Delfien married into the House of Elman. Needless to say, she might even lose her influence over the Nidevan Family, or at least a part of it.
Delfien smiled sadly. "Mister Brando, sometimes I think that perhaps it's not a bad thing to be a little naive. At least she won't be so complicated to the point where she loses herself and even forgets her original intentions … "
"Everything I pursued was built on a castle in the air, and in the end, it all came to nothing. I lied to myself and didn't want to wake up from this dream. I was intoxicated in the lies of power and desire. I told myself that I could do it, but I knew that was only self-deception. I couldn't do it, and they were far beyond my reach. I was just a complete failure, Mister Brando, but I couldn't bear to give up even a little bit of power in my hands … "
"I'm a fallen and sinful woman. I've long forgotten my original intentions and my vows, just like how I've forgotten my companions. I'm used to currying favor and scheming in the circle of nobles. What lofty ideals? They've long left me. That's just a lie."
"Ah, I hate you so much. I hate you for ruining my plans and killing my lover. I was hysterical, but it was just a ridiculous performance of a person whose lies were exposed. In your eyes, I must be a madwoman, a clown, because I am a madwoman, a poisonous woman who doesn't deserve anyone's sympathy."
She lowered her head, and sparkling tears fell, soaking the corners of her clothes.
"Mister Brando, this vicious woman has told too many lies, but in front of Mother, all filth and dirt can't be hidden. She is just a sinner, and doesn't ask for your forgiveness. But at least before she leaves, she wants to tell you everything …"
"Leave?" Brando grabbed her wrist. "You've also seen Lady Martha?"
The prime minister's daughter struggled silently. Her pale face was like a withered flower in the wind, but Brando already understood everything.
"Mother will forgive anyone," Brando said softly. "Miss Delfien, because we are all her children. In a person's life, it's inevitable that everyone will misjudge some people and do some wrong things. But people are not saints, who can be faultless?"
"However, when you realize your mistake, perhaps the first thing you think of is not to be negative and avoid it, but to face it. It's like a bloody scar, but it will heal eventually. You shouldn't wait for it to fester and worsen — to make up for it and face your past. "
"Face it?" Delfien's face was pale, and she shook her head weakly. "It's easier said than done. Everyone should pay the price for everything they have done. Now, Her Majesty is sleeping in her dreams, and the Empire is falling apart. All of this is the anger of revenge, and now, I'm about to be judged."
"Who's going to judge you, Miss Delfien?" Brando asked impatiently. "Who did you hurt? Will the poor victim wake up from the grave when the murderer is on the gallows? Yes, the Empire is falling apart now, and the murderer has received the punishment he deserves, but so what? "
"Thousands of people who suffered the same fate as your companions are now homeless, suffering from hunger and pain. When the Empire was still around, they were not clothed, had nowhere to live, and were even blinded by evil and darkness. But today? Have their lives become better? No, they are still the most miserable group of people. "
"Miss Delfien, now that the Twilight Dragon has washed away all the dust of the past on the Empire, you can help them build a new Empire on the ruins. This new Cruz will follow the glory of the ancient kings, and it will realize the glory of the past — "
"And this," Brando roared at her, "is your dream. Now, are you going to betray it again?"
The prime minister's daughter was completely stunned.
She seemed to have never seen this side of Brando.
"… How … How is it possible to do such a thing?"
"Of course it can be done," Brando said loudly. "If we can even defeat the Twilight Dragon, then what's the point of rebuilding a world on the wasteland it left behind?"
"But … what if we can't defeat it?"
Brando smiled faintly.
"Then we can only die, but at least we are like-minded and can sleep together with the brave people."
The prime minister's daughter seemed to be struck by lightning, and her eyes flashed with an indescribable light.
After a long time, she woke up again, and the blurred light in her purple eyes gradually dissipated. Silently, she looked at Brando again.
"Are you comforting me, Sir Lord?"
"You can say that." Brando sighed, and his mood was a little complicated.
Delfien gently tucked the hair in front of her forehead, lowered her head, and softly replied, "Thank you, Sir Lord, although it sounds really stupid."
"What?" Brando was stunned.
"You should hug me, or kiss me, and not comfort me so lightly. You don't understand a woman's heart at all, Sir Lord."
"Huh?" Brando wondered what the hell was going on, but at least he understood that the prime minister's daughter had finally recovered.
"Then where is this place, and where is Miss Huang Huo and the others?" Delfien asked after wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
Brando straightened up and looked around.
They were in the middle of a lush forest. The midday sun shone through the shade of the trees, sprinkling golden spots of light on the fallen withered tree trunks. They could vaguely see the deep and serene scenery of the dense forest in the distance, where the branches and vines were overgrown and the vines hung down.
Naturally, this was not a scene that existed in the Stagnation Realm. Lady Martha might have sent them outside, but they did not know if they were still in the Green Sea.
"This is an island?"
Brando shook his head. At least he did not hear the sound of waves nearby, but perhaps this place was far from the coast.
"We haven't met Huang Huo yet, but we met Lu Te and Mr. Liu Wu before that. We have already split up and searched in different directions. It seems that everyone should not be too far away."
"So Sir Lord did not spend much time to find me?"
Brando nodded.
"Do you still need to rest?" He glanced at Delfien, who did not seem to be in a very good state, and asked. But the prime minister's daughter just shook her head. "No, but I am afraid I will have to trouble Sir Lord to help me up."
… …
Brando's premonition was very accurate.
He thought that if Martha had sent them here, then the others should not be too far away. After all, the latter was not an unreliable guy like Bai.
Sure enough, not long after he supported Delfien, they met the two sisters Ling and Lian in a clearing in the forest. The two sisters had not yet woken up, and the two of them were lying together on a snow-white rock. After a brief examination, Brando found that there were no bruises or abrasions on their bodies. Obviously, all of this was the doing of the Mother of All Things.
Soon after, the little fairy Lu Te, who had split up to search for the others, brought back Huang Huo and Fang Qi.
When Her Royal Highness saw Brando, she was obviously relieved. She bowed respectfully to Brando and said, "Master, Huang Huo is back."
Listening to the gentle and peaceful greeting, Brando felt warm in his heart. He took a closer look at his student and could not help but be a little surprised.
"Huang Huo, your inheritance?"
Huang Huo nodded calmly, "Master, Huang Huo has obtained all the inheritance of the [Desert Wind Swordsmanship]. Lady Martha told me that all nine swords were born from the Sacred Sword Verdant. The inheritance of the Red Lotus is hidden in the natural pearl. This is the mystery of jade."
"The Mystery of the Emerald is actually one with the seven keys. That is to say, only the person who can open the door can truly solve this mystery," Lute said excitedly. "So, when people are seeking to solve the Mystery of the Emerald, the Mystery of the Emerald is actually choosing the person it likes. Mr. Brendel, you are indeed the person that Miss Tata likes."
"Yes." Huang Huo also looked at her teacher with some admiration. She bowed and said, "Huang Huo can be where I am today because of master's kindness. If one day, Huang Huo will not dare to forget."
Brendel hurriedly supported her, but the moment he moved, Fang Qi, who was beside him, had already knelt down respectfully in front of him and gave him a big bow.
Brando was shocked, but he heard Fang Qi say, "Mr. Brando, the kindness of teaching you is like a father to me. Fang Qi has offended you, please forgive him."
"Fang Qi, what are you doing?"
"Master, Fang Qi obtained the supreme inheritance of the Iron Heart Swordsmanship because of you. Now, he is only a step away from the Celestial Realm." Huang Huo said, "According to the tradition of the Nine Phoenixes, to him, you are equivalent to a teacher. You deserve his bow."
Brando did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He looked at this Nine Phoenix genius. Who would have thought that this usually arrogant guy would have such a side?
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