"He's trying to get on our good side." Makarov replied succinctly.
"Interesting." The Violet Count smiled. Even though the young man was impulsive, he was not reckless. He was indeed interesting, and the fact that the young man sent the letter at such an opportune time was extremely good.
This was obviously not a coincidence.
Barre raised his head and glanced at Makarov, thinking that the old fox must have noticed this as well. [But what does he want?
If he wants support, it's too naive to rely on a letter that can't even be considered a pledge of allegiance. Someone who can send such a letter is definitely not so naive.
But if he only wants a promise from the Royal Faction and the princess, then how is he going to resolve the crisis?
Empty words will not be able to stop an army.]
The Violet Count was suddenly very curious. This young man's actions were like walking on a tightrope, dangerous and exciting. But what made him even more interested was that this was the first time he could not see through the outcome of a matter.
[Interesting.]
"He just wants us to shelter him from the wind and rain," Fleetwood furrowed his brows: "How can there be such a good thing, Your Highness? If we agree to his request, we will greatly offend Count Randner."
Princess Gryphine furrowed her brows. Count Randner was not a reliable ally to her, and it was more like a knife that was hanging behind her back.
But this old man had not made his stance clear. Just like what her teacher said, it would be unwise to force him to side with the Royal Family.
"Hmph, an old fox." Gryphine rubbed her forehead in annoyance.
"I don't think that young man doesn't know about this," Makarov thought for a while and interrupted: "He should know who's more important in our hearts, him and Count Randner."
"Makarov, you mean —" Princess Gryphine muttered to herself for a moment, and her silver eyes lit up. She looked at the letter on the table.
"If that's the case, why did he send this letter? I don't think it's to mock our intelligence —" Makarov asked.
This witty remark made the Violet Countess smile.
Princess Gryphine's expression also became gentler.
Only Woods snorted softly.
"That's right. There are two meanings behind the word 'shelter'," Count Barre agreed with Makarov's point of view. "I think this young man is trying to be friendly with us, but he doesn't want to join us. He knows his place very well."
"Then what does he want to do?" Grandmaster Fleetwood's snow-white eyebrows twitched. Although he was Erouine's chief court magician, he had devoted his whole life to learning more advanced magic skills, so he still didn't know much about the fights between nobles.
"What does he want to do? Didn't he make it very clear?" The Violet Earl smiled.
Although Grandmaster Fleetwood was not good at reading people's minds, he was still a wise man who had made it this far on the path of wizardry. "Are you saying that he wants us to admit his words?" Grandmaster Fleetwood asked.
He frowned. Even though he did not have a good impression of the young man, he had to admit that it was a worthwhile investment if he could gain Brendel's goodwill.
The old man knew his place. He was Erouine's court magician, the mentor of this half Fairy Princess, and Grandmaster Fleetwood. His personal likes and dislikes had to be placed behind the interests of the group.
"There's no need to accept his words." "This youth's goal is clear. He wants to go against Count Randner, but he wants to avoid attracting everyone's attention." Makarov was the one who saw through Brendel's intentions the clearest. "His target is Count Randner, but he wants to avoid being attacked by everyone.
"But his actions are already a challenge to all the nobles. No one has ever dared to take over a legitimate noble's territory. This precedent —" The old man shook his head worriedly.
"This young man didn't take it by force." Count Barre shook his head and said in amusement.
Makarov glanced at him. He was curious why the Violet Count, who usually did not have any preferences, would side with the young man. However, he still replied, "That depends on how others interpret it. Most importantly, how we interpret it is. Sometimes, an excuse and a direct confrontation are two completely different things," Makarov replied, "His letter said that the Magic Stone used to record the information. Has Your Highness seen it?"
"I did." Gryphine nodded: "There is indeed Madara's army, and there are more than a few of them," Gryphine snorted: "I don't want to get involved in the conflict between Count Randner and Madara, but —"
She did not finish her sentence, but the dissatisfaction in her words was very obvious.
"He's well prepared." Count Barre was referring to Brando. He was starting to admire the young man more and more.
"Then let's see what benefits we can get," Makarov's expression became serious: "We can't give up on Count Randner. But there's something that surprised me. "
Everyone looked at Makarov, waiting for him to continue.
"He seems to have seen through our relationship with Count Randner. He wants to use us as a pawn."
"A pawn?" Grandmaster Fleetwood was puzzled.
"Amazing!" Count Barre's eyes lit up. Even he did not see through Brendel's intentions: "This is a good move to force Count Randner into a corner!"
"Yes," Makarov nodded. Unlike the Violet Count's surprise, Makarov was a little apprehensive. Putting aside how Brando managed to guess the thoughts of the Royal Faction, just his foresight towards Erouine was enough to make him raise his guard: "This young man is trying to get on our good side. Count Randner should know that there are no secrets between nobles —"
"Then," Makarov continued: "What do you think that old fox will do? If he chooses to side with Duke Arreck, what kind of situation will he face? "
"He will be attacked from the back."
The Violet Countess listened quietly. She couldn't help but look at the old leader of the Royal Faction, whose hair had turned gray, but who was still as elegant as ever. She couldn't help but think to herself:
Only this person could see through the situation so clearly. As expected, the older the wiser.
"But what benefits does he have by doing this?" Princess Gryphine nodded in agreement after listening to Makarov's words: "He's willing to be our pawn. If we can get Count Randner to side with us, we can abandon him at any time. I'm sure he understands this."
Grandmaster Fleetwood was startled. He felt that the young man was not as hateful as he thought, but he still hesitated: "That young man seems to have a good impression of us. He might be willing to side with us. Besides, we're the only ones who can cover this up for him —"
Count Barre glanced at the old man. A scholar will always be a scholar, and he will never become a politician. He continued: "What this young man wants is simple. He wants to play a game of balance. He's choosing a side, and he's certain that Count Randner will not side with us — "
"What a gambler." A voice came from outside the door. The Knight outside opened the door, and a noble wearing a mink coat walked in.
Seeing the familiar face, Makarov was slightly startled. Oberwei. When he was still in the Royal Faction, Oberwei was just a smart and capable young man.
But at this moment, the impulsiveness and sharpness on his youthful face had receded, and his temperament had become steady and sharp.
Oberwei looked at Makarov and bowed slightly to the princess: "Your Highness." He then greeted Makarov: "Lord Makarov."
Oberwei's position in the King's Party was slightly higher than Makarov's, but Oberwei's humble attitude made Makarov very happy.
He nodded and smiled: "Lord Oberwei."
"You're welcome," Oberwei raised his head and replied: "Let's continue the topic from before. I believe that Lord Makarov and Count Barre's analysis is not without reason, but I have something to say about what the young man wants. "
The room became silent.
Everyone's gaze was on the uninvited guest, especially Princess Gryphine. Out of everyone present, she was the only one who knew that the Wolf Baron was the one who understood the youth the most.
Oberwei looked around and smiled: "Some people are not worthy of being chess pieces, they are mediocre. Some people unconsciously become chess pieces for others, they are fools. "
"But if this young man takes the initiative to become our chess piece, then he is a chess player."
"Chess player?"
"Yes, even if he only controls one chess piece, he can still be considered a chess player. It's just that in this game of chess, he's already on the same level as us. " Oberwei paused: "He's a chess piece, but so are we. It's just that we have more resources."
Everyone was silent.
"So, Oberwei, you're saying that he wants to participate in this game?" Even the half-elf girl was in disbelief. She took a deep breath and said, "Isn't this like trying to gain something without risking anything? This is too infuriating."
"Yes," Oberwei shook his head and saw the helplessness in Makarov's eyes: "But we can only choose to accept because his proposal is the most beneficial choice for us."
"What a cunning fellow." Fleetwood shook his head and suddenly felt that he should not have participated in this discussion. He rubbed his forehead.
"Then what should we do?" The old man asked tiredly.
"Just smooth things over." Oberwei made the final decision: "As for the rest —"
He smiled: "Let's just watch the young man perform."
Perform?
Everyone was in disbelief. Even Eke, who had the most confidence in Brando, could not help but worry. On one side was a young man with nothing, and on the other side was the cunning and powerful Count Randner.
Perhaps Brando had the Silver Elves behind him, but the Silver Elves had already made it clear that they would not interfere in Erouine's internal strife.
Then where did his confidence come from?
Princess Gryphine was the only one who looked at the report on the table thoughtfully. There was only a simple sentence written on the report:
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