"Huh?"
"What's wrong?" The swordswoman's hoarse voice rubbed against Haynf's ear.
"Nothing, I just saw a few acquaintances." Haynf moved inwards without leaving a trace, which made the swordswoman admire him a little.
Haynf, on the other hand, was puzzled. He had seen the wizard, but why was his brother, Clint Montolo, with them? He was hesitating whether to go down and say hello, but there were so many people in the square that he might not be able to find them even if he went down. After hesitating for a while, he still didn't move.
"Aren't you going to say hello?" The swordswoman whispered in his ear.
"No, no need. Let's talk about it later." Hain Fu could feel several jealous gazes falling on him from the surroundings.
The swordswoman smiled slightly.
Count Tónigel raised his hand, and the crowd suddenly quieted down.
Seeing this scene, Haynf secretly admired: "I dare say," he said to the swordswoman, "in Erouine, there is no lord with such prestige."
"I heard that the king's eldest son is also known for his wisdom?"
"This has nothing to do with wisdom, Miss Claudia, but confidence in victory. Do you know why the Sword Saint Darius is still remembered by ordinary people after decades? It is because he convinced the people of Cruz. The people of Erouine need such heroes, as if they can draw courage and confidence from them, to prove that we can also do what the late King Erik did. "
"You know a lot, sir."
This praise made Haynf feel light, as if his bones were lighter by a few taels.
The people of Tónigel stared at their lord, and the young man on the horse enjoyed such gazes.
Haynf saw the man's age and couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that Count Tónigel was so young. But he saw that the people around him were taking it for granted, so he was embarrassed to raise his doubts, lest he be treated as a country bumpkin.
Unfortunately, Haynf didn't have a messaging crystal, or he would have written a poem in his current mood:
"How can I pretend to see Count Tónigel often,
Waiting online,
It's urgent. "
The Count of Tónigel wore a silver mask, like a masquerade, but the outline of his lower face was completely familiar.
He was silent for a long time.
There seemed to be a silent power accumulating in the air.
Then he said, "I've been away from Cold Shirt for a long time. Many things have happened during this time. You must want to know why."
There was a slight commotion in the crowd. This opening was somewhat out of their expectations.
Hain Fu was also stunned. This was not the inspiring speech he had imagined.
In the plaza, Rollint and little Montolo were craning their necks to look in that direction, trying to get a clear look at that count's face.
"The Count is so young."
"Strange, why does he look so familiar?"
"Shhh …" Their whispering attracted the angry stares of the people around them.
If looks could kill, Scarlet's cold glare would have pierced through the impostor and sent him tumbling off his horse. She retracted her gaze and proceeded to kill the two blind students in front of her.
Brando held her hand and turned around to look at the other side of the plaza.
The words of 'Count Tónigel' still echoed in the plaza, buzzing.
"The reason is simple." The young man sneered. He used magic to amplify his every word to the entire Coldshirt Castle. His voice boomed in the sky.
"Because someone betrayed me. It was the ungrateful Corvado Royal Family —"
Like a gust of wind blowing through the plaza, the plaza suddenly became silent.
Silence. Absolute silence. The plaza where thousands of people gathered was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
Clang! Hain stood up from his seat, losing his composure. The chair behind him flipped over and tripped him. Hain fell heavily on the floor. The swordswoman let out a scream and rushed over to help him up from the ground.
The commotion here was like the first domino that had fallen, triggering a chain reaction. It was like a bomb had been thrown into the crowd. After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted into noises that were a thousand times louder than before.
It was disbelief, followed by whispers that bordered on panic. More people fell into unease and confusion. They asked each other to make sure that they were not hallucinating.
Haynf was lying on the ground, and a voice was buzzing in his head.
"This is impossible!"
"Erouine is done for." Another gloomy thought hovered in his head. He even ignored the swordswoman's worried face.
At that moment, Hain thought of a black death.
The crowd finally stirred.
But there was always silence in the midst of the chaos. Rowant and little Montolo were like stone statues, standing still on the spot.
"How …?" Clint felt like his worldview had collapsed. Rowant stood beside him, his eyes flickering with an unknown color.
For some reason, the young man from the Redbud Family turned around and looked at the wizard.
Beside Brando, Scarlet finally could not bear it. How much effort did His Lordship spend in Tónigel to get to where he was today? How could she allow others to taint all of it?
She just took a step forward, but Brando firmly pressed her shoulder.
Brando's face under the hood was unusually calm, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.
But in the depths of his dark eyes, the sea was reflecting bright lightning, like the gloomy sky before a storm. People could already foresee the fury of nature.
He already understood this set of tricks in his heart and understood the approach of the person who had come.
Then all that was left was to settle the score.
"Don't worry, Scarlet."
"But His Lordship?"
"Don't worry."
Brando replied softly.
A footstep came from afar.
Looking at the restless crowd, every face was filled with anger, uneasiness, and fear. The young man and Roseburn looked at each other and smiled. The plan worked as it should. In order to throw Trentheim into chaos, they had to first destroy the beliefs in the hearts of the people. When they found out that everything they had persevered in the past was a lie, the heroes they had created themselves would be shattered by their own hands.
"Heroes are synonymous with fragility. When they are born, they are like meteors across the sky, and when they disappear, it is often accompanied by a tragic tragedy."
Roseburn sighed.
"And all of this is the masterpiece of All For One," the young man smiled, "Compared to thirty years ago in East Metz, this is not worth mentioning. Tree Herders and Cruz people were played by you."
"Dancing with the Fool is nothing to be proud of." Sir Roseburn could not hide his pride.
"Next, let's add fuel to the fire and let it burn Erouine people."
"That's right."
"Happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation."
The young man narrowed his eyes and rode his horse to the front of the crowd. He was well-mannered, and his every move carried the elegance of a noble. It was a kind of satisfaction, but when he was about to speak, a sharp and calm voice interrupted him.
"He's lying!"
When the voice sounded from the crowd for the second time, the square suddenly quieted down.
People looked at each other and turned their heads, looking in the direction of the voice. The crowd there avoided it as if it was the plague. A hole spontaneously formed in the crowded square.
A girl dressed like a cobbler stood stubbornly in the hole, her hands clenched into fists. She stared at the young man on the horse, her dark brown eyes almost spitting fire.
"He's not my lord!"
Like a stone falling into a pool that was as flat as a mirror, a slight wave of uneasiness rippled through the square.
"Isn't that Sue, the town's archer!"
"I know her, she's the daughter of the Copper Dragon Retto."
"Why is she here?"
"She's Lady Freya's close friend, and she seems to be a guest at Coldshirt Castle."
The young man's face was as cold as ice, and he cursed the Bansy people in his heart for making him lose face. But it was because of this that he hated the fish that escaped the net.
"Sue, you betrayed me and Freya, and you still dare to appear here!" He seemed to be laughing out of anger, "Very well."
Sue ignored his threat. She was alone and helpless, but she knew that the more she said the better. She could not be fooled by the young man.
She said loudly, "My lord has been recognized by the Halran Gaia, and you don't have that in your hands."
"Ridiculous," a trace of anger flashed in the young man's heart. He did not expect the innkeeper's daughter to be so calm, "Do you think I'll waste my breath on you ungrateful people? Guards, capture her. "
The black-armoured Knight immediately parted the crowd and approached the girl.
Sue looked at them in panic, but she quickly calmed down. She knew that she could not retreat, and she could not show her fear in front of the people.
She had to stand firm in her momentum, and only then would she be able to shake the confusion in the people's hearts.
Sue suddenly turned and rushed to the top of the fountain. She climbed up the stairs and called out to everyone, "Everyone of Tónigel, do you really think that my lord is such a person? That person is high above, and even killed Lady Jutta. He is not my lord at all!"
"Tónigel people, my sisters and brothers, if you still trust your lord, please stand up and fight for this land! The witches are already on their way, and they will soon expose all the lies of this imposter! "
The crowd was shaken.
They knew that the witches were the count's most loyal subordinates.
On the second floor of the inn, Haynf who was lying on the floor heard the commotion in the square. In the darkness, the details of his conversation with Rawlint that night flowed into his heart bit by bit.
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