[Let's turn our attention to Paedarson.]
The core of Randner Province was located at the border between Randner Province, Arreck, and Frada. Originally, it was to prevent the Highlanders from invading the north, but as the kingdom's rule over the south gradually stabilized, it became the center of political symbolism.
Currently, Randner's largest fortress was Fort Balasor, but Count Randner still preferred to place his administrative center in Paedarson.
Paedarson Castle had a history of nearly 130 years. Its style originated from the revival of the Elven style during the Year of the Return of Glory, and it could be said to be one of the few surviving works of art from that era.
It was also one of the proudest places of the Randner Family. It symbolized the respect this family had for tradition, and this respect earned them a relatively high reputation among the nobles.
Of course, this also complemented Count Randner's' good 'reputation among the nobles of Aouine for being a two-faced person.
Just like the veteran gatekeeper, Hood had been guarding the gate of the castle for most of his life, but since the November War, this was the first time he saw a knight rushing towards the gate at such a fast speed.
The ground shook from the impact of the horse's hooves. The veteran almost thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. [The world is still peaceful right now. Is there a war in the north already?]
The veteran immediately recognized the Knight's attire. It was one of his own.
There was an urgent report!
Hood was an experienced veteran. He pushed the slow-moving novice aside and gripped the capstan with his bulging veins. The gate immediately creaked as it rose.
The Knight did not stop at all. He flashed across the drawbridge like a bolt of lightning and went straight into the castle.
The report in his hands was quickly passed to the castle's attendant, who then passed it to the steward. It did not take much time to pass it up the chain of command. Count Randner had set three levels of urgency for his letters, and this letter was one of them.
It had been almost ten years since such a report appeared.
Most of it was military news.
Soon, the steward rang a bell. The bell was connected to Count Randner's room by a string. Most nobles could use magic, but Count Randner had a hobby. He knew a little about magic because he believed that magic was not a safe thing to do.
If he could use machinery, he would definitely not use magic.
This was a well-known anecdote among the nobles.
When the bell rang on Count Randner's left hand, he was conversing with his guest.
Count Randner had a head full of white hair, but no one could tell how old he was. He had participated in the November War. The tragedy of the November War had nothing to do with the nobles. It was a war that greatly damaged the kingdom, and the nobles still remembered it clearly.
Monsieur the Count wore a monocle, and was neatly dressed, with a black ermine coat with a ruffled ruff of silver, and a handsome beard, though there was a faint smile of benevolence on his face.
But to others, this smile signified an unfathomable emotion.
Especially the guest sitting below. This guest was not from Kirrlutz, and many people like him did not even admit that they were from Aouine.
In Erouine's's's' ', they had a common name — Highlanders.
Highlanders, as the name suggested, were the people of the mountains. There were many tribes in Wohnde that were called Highlanders, and most of them were barbarians. Erouine's' 'Highlanders were a branch of the Na Tai people. They were considered uncivilized two hundred years ago, but after being ruled by the kingdom, they gradually integrated into the civilized world.
However, there was one thing that did not change. The Highlanders had always pursued their own independence. Of course, this independence was not tolerated by the kingdom. Thus, the borders of Randner had never been peaceful, and there were all sorts of conflicts and border wars all year round.
Of course, not all Highlanders were like this. There were some who were willing to accept the rule of the kingdom. For example, the guest sitting beside Randner came from a region under Randner's rule. His purpose in coming here was very simple.
He hoped that Count Randner could reduce the taxes in the South.
Due to Madara's invasion, it was an open secret that Madara's army was still entrenched in the South. The flames of war had a devastating effect on the local agriculture and production. Many regions had almost no harvests, and it was difficult to even survive, let alone pay heavy taxes.
However, the kingdom did not seem to notice this, and its rule over the Highlanders became even stricter.
Count Randner listened carefully to the guest's story. He maintained a smile on his face and did not say anything. For someone of his age, his smile made him seem like a kind old man, but the guest sitting below him did not dare to think so. Most people who thought so did not have a dignified ending.
Just as the envoy was about to state his request, the bell on Count Randner's left hand began to ring.
The Count's expression changed slightly. This was the first time he could not maintain a smile on his face since this afternoon.
He could not remember how long it had been since he received an urgent report.
The old man frowned slightly and stood up. However, he did not appear to be rude at all. He politely nodded to the envoy and said: "My apologies, please wait for a moment. Allow me to leave for a moment."
"Please, my lord." The envoy stood up in fear and trepidation, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.
The old Count left the study and opened a door to a room next to it. He immediately saw his aide and assistant waiting for him. Count Randner did not maintain a calm expression in front of his aide for many years. Instead, he immediately asked: "What's the matter?"
"It's related to Tónigel." The aide replied.
"Is it the same matter as last time?" The Count took a silver snuff bottle from a servant beside him and took a puff. "That trash still hasn't been dealt with? It's been half a month! "
The old noble said angrily.
"There's a new report this time. It was sent by Lord Palas."
"Lord Palas?"
Count Randner paused for a moment. Lord Palas was Graudin's retainer, but he was also his old subordinate. Lord Palas had participated in the November War with Count Randner. Even though he only participated in a few small battles at the end of the war, he was still Count Randner's most trusted aide.
Count Randner did not doubt Lord Palas' loyalty to him and his family. When he heard that the report was from the old Knight, he immediately calmed down and asked:
"What did he say?"
The aide did not answer. Instead, he passed the letter to Count Randner.
… …
"Brando?"
Princess Gryphine's thin eyebrows finally moved slightly when she heard the name. A hint of surprise flashed in her pale silver eyes.
The surprise only lasted for a moment before she furrowed her brows: "That young man told you that his name is Brando?"
The half- Fairy Princess raised her eyelashes slightly and looked at the guests in front of her.
"Most people wouldn't easily reveal their true identity under such circumstances."
"That's for most people," This was the first time Count Barre interrupted. He placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "But I don't think he's an ordinary person. Someone who has such a close relationship with the Silver Elves can't be that ordinary. Your Highness —"
Gryphine crossed her slender fingers and rested them on her chin. She was lost in thought for a moment:
"Golden Apple, Silver Elf, Dragon Magic, Highland Knight —"
She lowered her head: "You said he's a Silver-ranked warrior?"
"I'm afraid so." Makarov nodded.
"Twenty years old." Princess Gryphine looked at Eikkel, but her heart was in turmoil. Oberbeck clearly told her that the young man was at most a Black Iron: "Isn't that the same as Mister Eikkel?"
"He's a true genius —" Buga replied: "There's another interesting thing. His swordsmanship … …"
"What about his swordsmanship?"
"His swordsmanship has a shadow that I'm very familiar with. It's like … … It's like someone I know … …"
"Mister Buga, please continue."
"Sword Saint Darius."
"Sword Saint Darius?" Gryphine was puzzled: "But Mister Buga, you said that the young man uses the standard Erouine's military swordsmanship. It's not the same style as Grandmaster Darius, right?"
"Sword Saint Darius also knows how to use military swordsmanship," Fleetwood replied: "Your Highness, have you forgotten that he was born in the military?"
Improved swordsmanship? Princess Gryphine's heart skipped a beat.
Fleetwood continued: "But a twenty-year-old Silver-ranked swordsman is already very rare —"
The old man glanced at Eikkel as he spoke.
The young man lowered his head in embarrassment.
The half-elf girl also felt a little emotional when she heard this. The Champion's Tournament had just ended, and a group of similarly outstanding youths had emerged. She couldn't help but wonder if Mother Marsha was still looking after Aouine.
But if that's the case, why is the situation so difficult? Why do I feel so powerless?
Gryphine felt a little tired, but she immediately used her extraordinary willpower to divert her attention. She took a deep breath, and her face lost some color.
But she still asked seriously: "Also, Grandmaster Fleetwood."
"Your Highness."
"You said that the Golden Apple in the young man's hand really didn't connect with his soul?"
"Yes, I'm sure that I didn't see wrongly," Fleetwood replied: "I can guarantee this with the honor of being a court magician for decades."
This time, Gryphine was really tempted. It was said that the Golden Apple could change a person's fate and make them change completely.
If she had the Golden Apple, would her weak brother be able to become the real king of Erouine?
But what puzzled her was that anyone who got their hands on the Golden Apple would immediately think of a way to take it for themselves. But why was that young man unmoved? Was it just a fake?
Impossible, her teacher wouldn't have seen wrongly.
But Gryphine thought that since the young man had such a close relationship with the Silver Elves, he might not be an ordinary person. Maybe he had other plans for the Golden Apple.
Gryphine thought of the legends of the Highland Knight, Dragon Magic, and the Silver Elves, and her heart beat faster. Gryphine raised her head, her eyes shining: "Can we find a way to win him over?"
"Win him over?"
Everyone was stunned. Of course they wanted to. Whether it was his relationship with the Silver Elves or the owner of the Golden Apple, they were willing to do so.
But they had already offended him, so what could they do? Although the young man showed that he had a good impression of the Royal Family, it didn't mean anything.
"It's a little difficult —" Makarov immediately replied.
"No."
Gryphine smiled and shook her head. She thought it was a little funny: "Maybe it's not as difficult as you think, if it's the same person."
Everyone was stunned.
Gryphine picked up a letter in front of her with two fingers and handed it over.
"Take a look."
… …
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