There was more than one Count Tónigel in Erouine. Everyone could take over this ideal flag.
At that moment, he was enlightened. He grabbed the swordswoman's hand, got up, and rushed to the window. He raised his hands high, faced everyone in the square, and shouted with all his strength, "I believe her.
"I believe her. Everything she said is true —!"
His shout echoed in the square repeatedly, causing everyone to be alarmed.
The black-armored Knight who was on guard around the square also turned around. They saw Hainfu, pulled out his sword, and walked into the inn with a gloomy expression.
"Are you crazy, sir?" The swordswoman pulled Hainfu back with a stunned expression. A few arrows immediately fell on the windowsill. Screams sounded in the inn, and everyone panicked.
But at that moment, Hainfu was surprisingly calm. He felt a sacred sense of mission surging in his heart. Instead, he grabbed the swordswoman's wrist and said, "Do you believe me, Lady Claudia?"
"That … although I also feel that the Count is a little strange today."
"Believe me," Hainfu interrupted her, "This has nothing to do with who the Count is, and it's not fighting for one person. It's the future of Erouine. Are you from Erouine, Lady Claudia?"
"I'm from the mountains." For some reason, the swordswoman looked at the solemn Hainfu, and her heart was filled with a strange feeling. She answered subconsciously, "But I'm also from Erouine."
"Then follow me, we'll fight side by side." Hainfu looked up. On the stairs leading to the second floor of the inn, a few stocky black-armored Knight appeared there aggressively.
He pulled out the sword at his waist.
"For Erouine —!"
In the square, the crowd was completely panicked. They were at a loss and did not understand what was happening. But they had a bad feeling in their hearts. People pushed each other and began to flee in all directions of the square, trying to leave this place.
However, the shoving only intensified the chaos in the crowd and even hindered the Black Knight's advance. Su glanced in that direction and felt that she had achieved her goal. She looked at the window of the inn in surprise, curious as to who had helped her.
In the face of this sudden chaos, a trace of anger and panic finally flashed across the young man's face.
Sir Rosborne grabbed his hand and said in a low voice, "We can't wait any longer. If we create a massacre and push the blame to the princess, Tónigel will never have peace."
The young man nodded heavily. He raised his hand and chanted a Wind Blade. The sharp cyclone fell into the crowd, and it looked like a tragedy was about to happen. However, at this moment, something strange happened. It was as if the young man was being merciful. When the wind blade fell into the crowd, it didn't cause any damage at all. Instead, it only pushed people to the sides.
"Damn it! Why are you still so soft-hearted at this time!?" Rosborne was shocked and angry.
"I didn't!" The young man also panicked and couldn't help but angrily reply.
The crowd parted to the left and right, coincidentally revealing Su in the middle.
Seeing this, the young man immediately shouted, "Catch her-"
A look of panic appeared on Su's face, and he subconsciously retreated.
At this moment, there was a new change in the square. Among the crowd, little Montolo finally recognized the person who shouted in the inn. It was his father's eldest son, Haynf.
"Why is my elder brother there!?"
"Who knows." Rawlint replied in a bad mood.
"Oh my god," little Montolo suddenly exclaimed, "Look at your friend, what is he doing!?"
"What kind of friend do I have? What are you making a fuss about?" Rawlint angrily pushed through the crowd, "Damn it, get out of my way!"
"It's that wizard, oh, Martha above! This is impossible! "
Rollin suddenly turned his head in that direction.
He saw that Brando was walking forward, and as if there was an invisible force surrounding him, the crowd automatically parted to the sides.
Rawlint opened his mouth wide.
Following Brando's advance, the commotion in the square suddenly quieted down, as if a miracle had happened, and a path was formed in the sea of people.
This scene shocked everyone, and more and more people stopped and turned their heads to see what was happening.
"This … …"
"What do we do?" Little Montolo found that he seemed to have become the center of attention, and immediately panicked.
"Follow him!" Rawlint gritted his teeth and replied.
"Why, aren't we on the Count's side?"
"Shut up!"
In the middle of the square, Su finally jumped down from the fountain, but because she jumped too quickly, she accidentally sprained her ankle. Two Black Knight chased after her from behind, and the crowd retreated to the left and right. The young girl anxiously turned her head, her face finally showing a look of despair.
The two Knight drew their swords at the same time, and Su was about to fall into a pool of blood.
But at this moment, the crowd behind her suddenly parted to the left and right, and a person stepped out and raised his right hand. The two Knight's movements froze in place.
It was a Magus.
It was a wizard in a brown cloak and a low hood, but he held a sword in his hand. It was a heavy sword with a split blade on both sides. The blade was half an inch thick, and as wide as a palm. The pitch-black blade had silver runes engraved on it.
"The earth is under his control."
That was a different sword after all.
The two Bansia Knight raised their heads at the same time, the runes on their faces shining brightly. These Saasaldian servants probably did not expect that someone would dare to obstruct them, but what they saw was a pair of dark eyes that were at the same level as the brim of the hood.
Those eyes were like the surface of the sea, flashing with a calm and vast radiance. Occasionally, lightning would cut through the clouds, igniting the anger in the depths of the eyes.
"As I said, everything is sealed in ice, and time and space are orderly. The sharp blade in the hands of a Knight, the king and the country, life and death, are separated by eternity, but in reality, it is only a moment. What you are holding is nothing more than decay."
Brando said calmly.
With a light cracking sound, the Bansia Knight was shocked to find that a layer of frost had formed on the magic swords in their hands. An obvious crack had appeared on the swords made of fine gold, and then, with a crisp sound like glass shattering, the swords turned into worthless metal shards.
Brando came to their side and pushed them forward. The two of them collapsed like stone statues. They still had their mouths agape, their pupils dilated, and their hearts stopped beating.
The young man on horseback finally noticed what was happening here.
"Who are you?!" he shouted at Brando.
"I should be the one asking you that."
Brando slowly took off his hood, revealing his true appearance.
He raised his head against the wind and snow, his long hair fluttering in the wind. Suddenly, there were sounds of people sucking in cold breaths. Little Montolo and Rolant had just separated from the crowd and walked out. They could not help but look around curiously. They were behind Brando, and for a moment, they did not understand why their surroundings had suddenly become quiet.
The young man squinted his eyes deeply.
"This is good, Mr. Rosborne," His tone contained anger, "Since the original owner is here, we will kill this mortal here, and it will be the same for our plan."
But this time, he did not get a response.
Sir Rosborne was strangely silent.
But at this moment, they could not stop, not to mention that he was just a mortal. The funny thing was that the other party was pretending to be a wizard in front of him.
No one dared to call themselves a wizard in front of the Buga people.
The young man made a gesture, and the Knight around the square immediately surrounded them, holding long halberds in their hands and killing in the direction of Brando.
"Dragon Knight!" Little Montolo was shocked. He found that the Knight who surrounded him was the elite force of the Royal Knight Regiment. This was a military force that the Royal Faction rebuilt after the Ampere Seale War. Its members were all the top experts of the Royal Knight Regiment, and also included some of the outstanding Ranger Knights in Erouine.
The strength of this elite Knight was not inferior to the main force of the White Lion Knight Regiment, and even surpassed it. But because they were the elites of the elites, they were not classified as a regular unit, and there was no such thing as a unit rating.
But he found that the wizard did not seem to see this. He stood in the same place expressionlessly, blocking in front of Su.
Just this calmness alone made Little Montolo feel convinced.
"Rolant," Brando suddenly said, "I ask you, what kind of Erouine do you want?"
"What?" Rolint stared blankly at his back.
"You are the son of the Count of Redbud, and if there are no accidents, you will inherit this title and territory in the future. This kingdom will go according to your wishes, and you will become a member of this circle and protect its interests," Brando replied quietly, "But you are still just a country bumpkin, and you will not be able to raise your head in front of the people of Cruz. You can only stay in this small kingdom, content with your corner, and live a drunken life."
"Do you want to be a frog at the bottom of a well, or a man of Erouine who can hold his head high?" Brando raised his hand. All the swords in a blacksmith's workshop near the square resonated with a buzzing sound. They suddenly flew across half the square and landed in front of Brando with a clatter.
Brando pulled out a sharp sword from among them expressionlessly. He only held the sword in his hand, but it was as if there were layers of light imprinted on the sword, forming a narrow beam of light. It was so sharp that it made people's hair stand on end.
He turned the sword around and handed it to Rolant.
"If you want to be proud of this land, and let your homeland prove your glory, you should pick up the hot blood in your heart, and not face the dying old past. Listen to your heart, it will tell you how to choose — —"
"If you are still Rolant, the man who wants to be proud of Erouine, then take this sword and fight with all those who obstruct your ideals."
"… The road ahead is always full of difficulties and obstacles, and a smooth road is definitely not the path a Knight should choose."
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