Amandina looked at the back of the limping youth and Yura's calm figure. She could not help but ask, "You're letting them go just like that, my lord?"
"What else can I do? The less trouble, the better. "Brando answered simply.
"But I feel like you're plotting something." Amandina glanced at him suspiciously.
Brando could not help but smile bitterly and touch the tip of his nose, "I'm not that bad in your eyes, am I? I remember that I've always done things in an open and aboveboard manner."
"Yes, but I think that my lord's actions are never as simple as they seem on the surface, isn't it? You arranged for Miss Freya to go to the Royal Cavalry Academy in Braggs. On the surface, it seems like you're supporting each other, but in private, I think you're paying attention to the conflict between the Royal Faction and the local nobles.
Am I right? "" If I remember correctly, the Royal Cavalry Academy is in the private territory of the Eldest Princess. Among the descendants of His Majesty, rumor has it that the Eldest Princess is the most outstanding. Moreover, I heard that the Eldest Princess and the only heir to the throne, the cowardly little prince, have always acted as a guardian and sister. "
"That's how it is. After His Majesty, it's not impossible for the Eldest Princess to seize power and become the Regent. In this way, Sir Overlord's actions will become an invisible investment. "
Roman heard the word 'investment' and quickly nodded.
"In other words, these hidden investments may not have any effect at first. But once you have your own lord, you will naturally become a member of the faction that supports the Eldest Princess. Of course, I wouldn't think so much if it were a normal person. But from my lord's actions, perhaps others don't know, but those close to you know that your ambition is not as simple as just a little bit. "
Amandina raised her head, "Isn't that right, my lord?"
The girl finished speaking in one breath and let out a sigh. In fact, she was just pouring out the guesses she had over the past few days. She could not understand Brando's actions recently, and she did not want to fall too far behind her lord.
Especially as the chief of staff.
Brando blinked and said, "Something like that." However, he knew that this young lady from a noble family had not guessed everything correctly.
In particular, it was an investment, but it was more like a connection. In fact, he did not need the title of Righteous. He just needed to bury his head in farming. After all, the players were different from the lords in this world. Moreover, he still had the territory under his control.
As long as he waited for the civil strife to reach its fiercest stage, he could take the opportunity to expand. When Madara began to invade Erouine, and when Her Royal Highness could no longer control the situation, he could wait until then to step out and seize the greatest benefits.
But he did not do so.
His feelings for the game made him send the future Valkyrie to the princess' side. He believed that the two most outstanding women in Erouine's history would not disappoint him. That way, even if his prediction was wrong, at least he wouldn't have any regrets.
However, he did not expect Amandina to understand his intentions in such a way. He could not help but smile, but he did not say anything.
To be able to guess to this extent already showed the young lady's intelligence.
He looked back at the Roman, and the young lady looked back at him as if it was fun. However, she did not look surprised at all. She did not even need to understand why Brando did this. She would only do her best to help him.
This was the biggest difference between the Roman and Amandina.
Brando thought that sometimes, being too clear-headed might not necessarily lead to happiness. Thus, he looked at the Roman, and saw the latter's expression that was always natural. It was also a kind of pleasure.
"Then next," Amandina replied, "Participate in the auction to raise funds, and sponsor the Roman to participate in the celebration after the war. On the surface, the transfer of funds under the surface is actually a deep infiltration of a region. This is also the first time I found out that gold is a good thing. With its omnipresent power, the Roman's tentacles are like moisturizing things silently, and the originally intricate lower class citizens controlled by the nobles and thieves' guilds — "
"We don't even need to deliberately manage and maintain it, and we can hear voices from all sides. During Braggs' operation, I originally wanted to communicate with the Thieves' Guild to obtain this information, but I didn't think that I had already fallen into a disadvantage in your eyes. "She raised her head and asked.
"This is also one of the original intentions of establishing a merchant guild," Brando nodded honestly, "But it is not the power of money, but the power of interests. People will unconsciously categorize themselves into a certain system. Even if it is only for selfish purposes, but often the things they do will benefit others, just like the circulation of goods. This is a wonderful phenomenon. "
"Gathering information is actually not that difficult. My aunt said that rumors are always everywhere." The Roman seemed to be very interested in this topic and answered.
"That is because we do not have high requirements for the quality of information. The most difficult part of processing information is not the collection, but the screening of useful information. This requires a large number of professionals." Brando smiled.
"That's a different story. But that is why I suspect that my lord has other motives. Isn't it a very normal guess? My lord, you never do things that do not benefit you. "
Amandina's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she stared at him.
"These two things don't mean anything, it is just a coincidence." Brando did not want to be entangled with this intelligent girl on this topic. After all, he had too many secrets, and a lie often required more lies to cover it up.
The more you speak, the more likely you will be exposed.
"Then the matter of the 'Red Copper Dragon' mercenary group retreating behind the scenes, on the surface, it was to keep a low profile. But it was later proven that it was to arrange for Freya to enter the Royal Cavalry Academy. My lord, you seem to have always known about the few places for the Royal Cavalry Academy … "
The girl blinked, and her suspicions deepened: "No, it is not just that. My lord, you seem to be able to see further than normal people. While we are still struggling with the benefits in front of us, you seem to have already seen the final result. … I, I don't know if this is a talent, but it really puts a lot of pressure on me. "
She sighed and could not help but complain.
"Alright, alright," Brando hurriedly waved his hand: "I understand. Let's just take it that way. You are right, this is a talent. But after all, a person's considerations are not always comprehensive … "
He raised his head and looked. Battles under the night sky were always inseparable from fire. The fire had already started to burn from the direction of the camp, and the sky in the north was faintly glowing, gradually changing into a layer of magnificent light red.
As the battle gradually reached its climax, the direction they were in also became unsafe.
After all, it was only a temporary shelter.
"… It seems like I have said too much off-topic, let's hurry and leave this place before we are affected by the battle." Brando looked around and changed the topic.
After he finished speaking, he did not give the girl a chance to ask further and had already grabbed his longsword that was chipped in the previous battle and fled. To be honest, Amandina's sharpness was far beyond his imagination. He was really worried that if she continued to ask, she would even copy out his identity card number …
Only the heavens knew why he had such foresight in this world.
Could it be that he was a transmigrator? And not just any transmigrator?
Obviously, Brando would not make such a low-level mistake.
Of course, his crude method of changing the topic did not escape Amandina's eyes, but she seemed to have realized that she had said too much. If it were not for the fact that she had more and more questions in the past few days, she would not have felt so uncomfortable.
But she also understood that there was a limit to everything, and it was natural for a superior to hide certain things from his followers. Moreover, Brando's foresight had always been the source of her confidence in this small group.
Thinking of this, she obediently followed him.
But when it came to this, she could not help but turn back and ask in a low voice: "Mr. Nightsong Tiger, is it alright if we leave from the east?" She remembered that when Brando was speaking, the white-haired youth called Redi was obviously hiding something from them. Although almost everyone's attention was on Brando at that time, the cautious young lady did not miss this detail.
The Nightsong Tiger looked at her with a smile full of admiration.
"Of course." He replied as if it was not enough. He patted his left arm like a real Lopes Mountain man and assured her: "Miss Amandina, I have never seen a young man who is as familiar with these damned 'bastards' as my lord —"
"I'm not being modest, we have always dealt with them. The Disciples of the Black Flames have always liked to create a diversion, but it is not easy to see through their arrangements. " The experienced mercenary looked at Brando's back and praised: "Even if it's me, I can only judge from the direction of their attack that their ambush should be from the south to the west. But compared to my lord, I'm still lacking."
The Nightsong Tiger replied as he pointed at Brando's back with his chin: "Do you see my lord's hand? I bet he took less than a minute to deal with that high level Contract Demon, maybe within ten swords. Only a veteran would understand that the fastest way to approach the Lord of Thorns is to attack it. Although this clumsy creature has a wide attack range, it will not be a threat once you get close to it. "
Amandina didn't really understand, but she could clearly see the old mercenary's admiration for Brando. She did not understand at first, but when she saw that the young Knight did not seem to care about the wounds on his hands and back, she seemed to understand something.
As far as she knew, there were very few descendants of Erouine's nobles who could endure hardships like their ancestors.
Brave and wise, decisive and tenacious.
Was there such a lord?
She really wanted to see what kind of achievements he would have.
Amandina couldn't help but take a deep breath.
(PS: I've appeared once again. I'm in a very good state today. Everyone can see that I've worked so hard …) (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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