Snow fluttered on the ground, and soon a thin layer of snow accumulated outside the gates of Abies. The scattered white seemed to be washing away the filth of the old world, adding a touch of freshness to the kingdom.
"Then we'll say goodbye here, Haynf." Outside the gates of Coldshirt, Brando said: "I'm really sorry for taking up so much of your time."
"It's nothing, my lord, this is also my own request," Haynf smiled carelessly: "I just came out to relax, there's nothing particularly important."
He looked at Ling and Lotus and waved to the two sisters: "Ling, Lotus, take care of yourselves, I'll come to Lantonilan to see you when I have the chance."
"You too, Mr. Haynf." Lotus bowed in return. Ling was still expressionless and silent, his hands tightly holding the bag full of dried Dracaena Moss.
"See you later, my lord."
"See you later."
Haynf took one last look at Rolint before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Rolint bared his teeth and asked Brando: "Where are you going to take me, 'respected' Wizard?"
"Your father is the Redbud Count? Weisik, the Deputy Commander of the Southern Legion? "Brando glanced at him and asked.
"Yes."
"Then why did he send you to Tónigel? If I remember correctly, your family has a deep relationship with the Royal Faction. Didn't your father disagree with Princess Gryphine's ideals?"
"On the one hand, it's to learn. After all, the Count is famous in Erouine. It can be foreseen that no matter who is in power in the future, there will be a place for Tónigel at the top of Erouine. On the other hand, it's to obtain some information, mainly regarding Her Highness the Princess. My father wants to know the true relationship between Her Highness the Eldest Princess and the people of Trentheim. "Rolint replied without hesitation. However, after seeing Brando's interrogation methods, he did not expect to hide anything. He did not want to become an idiot like those Bugas.
"What do you think?"
"There are rumors that Her Royal Highness will marry Count Tónigel Randner, but Her Royal Highness has never expressed her stance, and I heard that Count Randner already has a wife —"
"Who did you hear that from?" Brando interrupted him.
"The Count is a Highland Knight and has been married since he was a child. He was already in his forties when he participated in the Ampere Seale Peace Conference, so he should be married by now. I heard that the Count also has a daughter called Sifrid. "
"What did you say?" Brando almost choked. He thought to himself, 'What kind of ridiculous rumor is this?'
He turned around and saw that Lian's little face had turned red. Ling also looked at him with a strange look.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Noticing the strange expressions on everyone's faces, Rolint could not help but stop.
"No, I didn't," Brando replied weakly. It's only been less than a week, and I'm already ten years older. Gossips are really scary. But it seems like I do have a marriage arranged before I was born, but as for the person … …
"Go on."
Rolint continued: "If Her Royal Highness does not intend to marry Count Tónigel, then she is undoubtedly too close to the Count's retainers. The strange thing is that the Count himself does not seem to mind and even agreed to the request of being an ambassador to the Empire."
"Is this your own judgment?"
"That's what the nobles think."
Brando thought to himself, 'These people sure have a rich imagination. Being nobles seems to be a waste of talent for them. Why don't I just let Her Royal Highness arrest them and force them to become screenwriters, novelists or something? That would save them from causing trouble all day long. '
"Nonsense." Scarlet finally could not hold it in anymore and sneered coldly. The Count's trip to Cruz was obviously for her, but these schemers gave him an inexplicable reason.
"This is based on facts, ouch —" Rolint tried to defend himself, but before he could finish, he was hit by a halberd. Fortunately, Scarlet 'kindheartedly' used the handle of the halberd, or else his abdomen would have been split open.
Brando looked sympathetically at the youth who was bent over like a shrimp on the ground. He shook his head and signaled Ropar to help him up: "I'll give you two pieces of advice. First, don't reason with a lady, especially a beautiful lady who is stronger than you. Second, don't overcomplicate things. Sometimes, the simplest reason may be the truth of the matter. "
Brando finished and turned to walk towards Coldshirt Castle in the snow.
"What did you say, wizard?" Rolint did not hear clearly. He held his stomach and got up to ask.
Brando did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at the streets of Abies Castle. He had not been here for some time. Coldshirt Castle had expanded a lot, but the streets were somewhat desolate. Knight patrols and soldiers could be seen everywhere. It was full of the aura of war.
Before Brando entered the city, he had heard about the war in the north and the rebellion of the nobles. He was a little surprised by the latter. The action of the nobles was somewhat beyond his expectations.
However, considering the shadow of the Saasalds behind them, it was not surprising.
He asked about the army that came from the north, but not many people could explain it clearly. It was said that the army set a fire in Ampere Seale, burning a third of the port to the ground. This rumor made Brando's face darken.
Those who were familiar with him might understand that Brando had already sentenced some people to death in his heart. It seemed that those people were still alive and kicking, but Scarlet knew that someone was about to be unlucky.
Brando was more worried about what happened to Randner. He could only hope that the Duke of Grinoires would not go too far. If something happened to Her Highness, Amandina, and the others, then he would let these people know what a real disaster was.
But in the end, this debt would be settled with the Saasalds. He did not blame his senior, Her Highness, and the others for their mistakes. After all, the Bugas were opponents of a different level. Erouine was far from having the ability to wrestle with them, even if he was prepared.
But fortunately, he was back.
In history, Vladimir The Great was still high-spirited for a period of time, but this time, Brando wanted to make him regret the choice he made.
He slowly walked towards the direction of Coldshirt Fortress, silently observing the mental state of the Tónigel people along the way. It seemed that the construction of the Roman lady was fruitful. Although the army was pressing on the border, there were no scenes of looting and panic. The people even seemed to have a common enemy. The owners of the shops cursed the invaders, and the civilians were also discussing the upcoming war, but most of them had confidence in Tónigel.
This scene also deeply shocked Rolint. He had never seen such civilians in any of Erouine's regions. They were talking about their own fate and the fate of this territory, as if they were the masters here. They were full of pride towards Tónigel and their Count.
But at the same time, he also frowned because of Randner's rebellion. Brando saw his expression and could not help but feel strange: "You don't look happy?"
"Why would I be happy?"
"Aren't you on the same side as these people?"
"It's because I'm on the same side as these idiots that I have a headache."
Her words made Brendel, who was brewing his anger, laugh involuntarily: "Where did that come from?"
"Violence is the worst principle in Erouine's current situation, especially when they intend to involve Tónigel in the war …"
"You're not so naive as to think that the conflict in Erouine can be resolved peacefully, are you?"
"The problem does not necessarily need to be resolved. My father told me that as long as the power of the royal family is restricted, Her Highness will have to maintain the current balance. What we need to do now is to not let the nobles in the north side of the Corvado family because of the eldest son of the king, so that we can obtain as many benefits as possible in the second Ampere Seale Conference."
Brando looked at the youth who was frowning and sighed: "This is the reason why you formed an alliance with the Saasalds?"
"Who are the Saasalds?"
"A branch of the Buga people."
"Because the Buga people have designs on some things in Erouine, they do not want to see the birth of a powerful Corvado dynasty, just like the setback they encountered in Cruz."
"Is this what your father told you?"
Rawlint nodded.
"You've been deceived. Of course, your father may be in the dark too, but at least he knows more than you."
"What do you mean?"
"Can't you see that the Saasalds have ulterior motives? Everything they are doing now is to push Erouine into the fire pit. Unfortunately, the nobles think that they are using each other, but they don't know that they are not qualified at all."
Rawlint could not help but freeze in place.
Brando did not speak anymore and continued to walk forward. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the eaves on both sides of the road were already snow-white. This world wrapped in silver seemed to be descending.
Rawlint was stunned for a moment in the snow. Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the crowd and collided with him.
He let out a muffled groan and fell backwards, caught off guard. That person also let out an 'ouch' and tumbled. Rawlint was about to curse when he heard a shocked voice: "Rawlint!?"
Rawlint looked up and found that the person who had knocked him down was a handsome boy. Coincidentally, the other person was Haynf's younger brother.
"Klin?"
"Ah, Rawlint, you're back!" That person got up and said excitedly: "Just in time, come with me, something big has happened!"
"What?" Rawlint frowned and looked at this pair of brothers who were haunting him.
"I heard that Count Tónigel has returned!"
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