"Silver Elves?" Brando tilted his body and rested his chin on one hand. "Of course, but the friendship with the Silver Folk is one of the last cards I can use. I will try my best to avoid using this card until the very end." He asked: "Is there anything else?"
Amandina looked at the yellowed letter under the young lord's pen. Other than parchment and sedge, most of Tónigel's paper came from a certain 'paper tree' in the Grinoires region in the south. The locals called this tree 'Duwei Gold', meaning the tree that produced gold. Most of these papers were sent to the rich provinces of Ampere Seale, Seifer or Corvado. But now, this trade relationship was unilaterally cut off because of the imminent civil war. The girl blinked and thought of the current situation. "My lord," she looked up: "Do you want —?" She suddenly frowned: "But even if the princess's faction is weak, they might not be interested in us. Besides, compared to us, the Royal Faction is obviously more unwilling to offend Count Randner. "
"You hit the nail on the head, Amandina," Brando folded the second letter and crumpled it into a ball: "But what if we don't borrow power, but instead divert it? What will happen?" He said as he threw the crumpled paper out.
"Divert it?"
"This letter is indeed addressed to Princess Gryphine Corvado Orderfis," Brendel replied. "It's meant to give us a chance to breathe from the pressure we've been under." He flipped the tip of his quill and pushed the quill and the paper towards the noblewoman. "You write it."
"A letter to Her Highness?" Amandina took the pen and paper, took a light breath, and pressed the tip of the pen on the paper: "How do I write it?"
"You decide on the format, and the content is written like this." Brando snapped his fingers. "On the 17th of the Month of Autumn's Twilight, written in Tónigel, Baron Abies' Fief — by Her Highness Gryphine Corvado Oderfeis. During the battle two nights ago, Incirsta, the Black Lord's undead army, led by Madar, bypassed the four southern territories and launched a sneak attack on Abies Castle. Not only did they cause a lot of casualties, but Graudin also died in the battle. As a Pioneer Knight of the kingdom and the Lord of Valhalla, your humble servant believes that I have the duty to temporarily assume responsibility for the defense of this place, thanks to the baron's hospitality and my dual identity as the lord of Valhalla. After a night of fighting, the undead have been repelled. However, to prevent the undead from invading again, from today onwards, I will temporarily lead the defense and administrative work of this place. "He paused for a moment." Until the arrival of the new lord personally appointed by Her Highness — "
Brando looked at the noblewomen who were engrossed in writing, and the scratching of the pen was like a whisper in his ear.
"Continue," he said, "and I will question Count Randner's responsibility. Why did he conceal the fact that Incirsta's undead army had stopped in the south, and why did he let Madara's army pass through the four territories without alerting anyone? Secondly, I hope that Her Highness will forgive me. Lastly, I will attach a magic stone that recorded the images of the battlefield as proof of my words. "
Amandina raised her head in surprise: "A magic stone?" She asked: "Where did this come from?"
Just as she finished her sentence, there was a knock on the door. Knock knock knock.
The young Lord raised his head and answered, and the door opened. The one who came in was Felaern, the elder of the Wild Elf sisters. She looked at the two people in the room, and then walked to Brando's side. "My lord." She answered in a flat tone, and placed a greyish-white stone orb covered with fine patterns beside Brando's hand: "This is what you wanted." Today, the elven lady was wearing a tight leather armor with a simple short skirt. Her thin golden hair was tied up behind her head, making her look natural and capable.
"Are you done with the inspection?" Brando asked.
Felaern nodded.
Amandina recognized that the orb in Felaern's hand was a 'magic stone'. It was a magical item made by the mages of Buga, and it was able to record and transmit images. Before the establishment of the Silver Union, the mages and craftsmen had discovered a type of quartz that could record images for a short period of time (one or two days). However, the Silver Folk had channeled the quartz into a magic circle to create 'magic stones' that could store images for decades. Magic stones were not rare, but the noblewoman took a closer look at the young man. "My liege had prepared everything yesterday," she thought to herself. "My liege may be impulsive, but he is not reckless …"
Brando put away the orb and said to Amandina: "With this letter, we will have to see how Princess Gryphine Corvado Oderfeiss will react. But I believe that Her Highness is a smart person, and I believe that she will make good use of this opportunity."
"You are familiar with Her Highness?" Amandina grasped the crux of the matter with her unique sensitivity: "My lord?"
"A girl who can leave the turbulent Corvado alone, sneak back to her own territory, and borrow the power of the Royal Faction to oppose her brother, is this not mature enough?" Brando turned around and answered: "Amandina, don't forget that she is not yet sixteen years old," he paused for a moment: "Even if we take ten thousand steps back, the people around her are not deaf or blind. The Royal Faction has experienced the power struggle in the palace, and they should be able to see the meaning behind this letter."
He took the letter from Amandina's hand and flicked it. The paper made a rustling sound. "Count Randner is wavering between the Regional Faction and the Royal Faction. Both sides are happy to see a variable like us appear to pressure him," Brando replied: "So the key to this letter is not whether what is written in it is true, but how true it can appear. If the Royal Faction obtains this letter, it will be an opportunity to force Count Randner to take a stand — "
"Choosing to be a pawn is a good choice when we are at a disadvantage," Amandina frowned: "But once Count Randner leans towards the Royal Faction, we will be abandoned —"
"It's not that simple," the young lord shook his head: "Count Randner is an old fox, and he is cautious by nature. How can he be easily manipulated by one side? He has an indecisive personality, and once he is pressured, his anger will be replaced by vigilance. This way, at least temporarily, the pressure on us will be relieved. But in the long run, as long as we have time to breathe, there will be variables for us — "He waved the letter and answered:" In the end, strength determines fate. "
Amandina glanced at him, but quickly lowered her eyes. Brando had told them in private that he was just a Knight from the Frontier, but how could a Knight from the Frontier know so many secrets? Only those who had received special education could know the traditions and personalities of nobles like the back of their hands. Even though the mysteries of the youth were revealed one by one, Amandina was more and more certain that there was a story behind him.
She was not the only one. Most of the people who followed Brando believed so as well.
"But we killed his son," Amandina was a little confused: "Are we going to let it go just like that?"
"For an old noble family, compared to status and power, their children are nothing." Amandina answered calmly: "Graudin is not Count Randner's only son, but he will not let this matter rest for the sake of his family's honor. No matter when, we will still have to face Count Randner's army. "
Brando nodded in agreement with Amandina's words. "Pawns also need to have value," he replied: "We need to show the princess that we can pressure Count Randner. If we don't even have the ability to stand on our own, no one will be willing to invest in us."
"Invest in us?"
"It's like a gambler placing a bet." Brando explained: "A good gambler doesn't just believe in luck."
Amandina and Amandina nodded to show that they understood. But Brando put down the letter and took out another one from the drawer. He said to Amandina: "Amandina, make another copy of this letter."
Amandina was stunned.
"This letter is for Retto and the others. We will have to fight Count Randner and Graudin's retainers soon." The young lord replied: "I can only rely on the mercenaries outside, but I don't know if they are reliable or not." He glanced at the door: "You know that I don't like to rely on uncertainties, so I need them to give up on their original plans and meet up with me here."
Amandina opened the letter and read its contents. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. She thought for a moment and suddenly raised her head: "How do you plan to deal with the people in the Green Village?"
This was a question that Brando had been thinking about for a long time. He could see that the werewolves were willing to follow him, but they did not dare to speak up because of their lowly status. But he did not care about this. The Green Village had a population of more than three hundred, and because of the werewolves' natural constitution and the harsh environment of the Dark Forest, more than half of them were Iron-ranked warriors. Disregarding other factors, they could be considered a powerful force to be reckoned with. He pondered for a moment. "The Erouine might not be able to accept the Senia for the time being. The only way is to have them return to the Green Village temporarily. When I find that place, I will need a large number of people — "
"That place?" Amandina and Amandina were surprised.
"A fantasy land called Valhalla. You will understand soon enough," Brando tapped on the table with his finger: "By the way, what's up with the Druids? I haven't asked you yet, Amandina. "
"That's just a coincidence," Amandina replied: "I didn't expect them to come when I encouraged the villagers. But I think — "
She raised her head and looked at Brando.
"They're here for Sifrid."
"Sifrid?"
Brando furrowed his brows slightly.
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