The gate behind the drawbridge creaked as the black carriage drove into Coldwood Castle like a ghost. The atmosphere in the castle seemed to have suddenly become silent. The mercenaries stopped to watch, and almost everyone understood:
The young lord had returned!
Since Jutta was still in the Schafflund Mines, no one had brought back the news of what had happened underground. However, everyone in the castle knew that Brando had only brought twenty men with him to quietly take over the mines.
What kind of method was that?
Even though the young lord's abilities were deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts, his actions had once again created an image of him as an omnipotent being.
When Brando opened the carriage door, he saw that the castle was still shrouded in silence and green even though it was late autumn. The first owner of the castle had carefully selected the trees in the castle so that it would remain green even in this season. However, there were not many changes compared to when he left the castle. The only thing that changed was that Graudin's original style was much less, and the curtains in the rooms were all changed to his favorite beige color.
Although the young man didn't know how Felaern knew about his hobbies, the elder sister of the Wild Elf sisters, who always followed him around like a secretary, still made him feel warm in his heart.
If there was anything that changed about the castle, it was that it made him feel like he had returned home.
The word 'home' was distant and unfamiliar to Brando, as if it had nothing to do with him. The old house in Bucce was like a symbol in his mind, symbolizing his starting point in this world. It had nothing to do with his home.
Perhaps Brando still had a home in Braggs, but whenever he thought of that home, there would always be a barrier in his heart. He knew that as long as he had doubts in his heart, he would not be able to face everything calmly.
But today, when he stepped out of the carriage and saw every detail in the quiet castle, he felt a sense of security in his heart. Whether it was the grass and trees in the castle, the clean rooms with bright windows, or the people in the surroundings, they all had a calming feeling that seeped into one's soul.
It made him feel like he was' back '.
Brando involuntarily closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Only at this moment could he deeply feel that he was the master of this place — everyone in this castle, including those who were looking at him.
What do they hope for? Is it to settle down or to live a better life? Brando suddenly had a feeling that he was not fighting alone. He thought that he finally had the dreams of so many people standing together with him. No matter what their ultimate goal was, Brando believed that he would satisfy everyone.
With predictable confidence.
Brando opened his eyes and saw the expressionless Wild Elf sister standing in front of him with her notebook in her hands. She stood straight and had a meticulous expression. Even the most professional etiquette teacher would not be able to find fault with her.
To him, this Elven lady was now his secretary and personal maid. He knew that this was the Nightsong Tiger's order, but she was doing her job diligently.
As a former otaku, Brando did not have a fetish for uniforms, but he felt that Felaern's care was very considerate. He looked at the young lady and said softly:
"Thank you."
The Wild Elf sister looked at him with her dead fish eyes and lowered her head again. She did not refute, but it seemed that she was satisfied with his thanks.
"How is it?" Brando asked again.
"The Shire is still in his room." Felaern replied. Even though she was a maid, she had the rare strength of a Silver-ranked warrior. In fact, many dukes would not have the honor of having such a personal maid. Of course, it was a different story for a Shadow Guard.
However, using a Silver-ranked Elementalist as a maid was something that shocked everyone who knew about it. It was a good thing that the Nightsong Tiger and the others had not shown their true strength yet, or else Cornelius and Raban would have been shocked by their strength.
The reason why the Mercenaries of Lopes were able to increase their strength was because of the Ten Thousand Mammoth Forest Card that he had added to their cards. The effect of the Ten Thousand Mammoth Forest Card was slightly weaker than expected, and it only increased their strength to Upper Silver-ranked.
However, this also meant that Brando had an army of Silver-ranked warriors. A Silver-ranked warrior in the Kingdom's irregular army could obtain the position of a leader. Furthermore, the Mercenaries of Lopes' military discipline was not bad. Brando even thought of making them the backbone of his army.
However, the identity of a summoned creature was still a little troublesome. Brando did not think that any of his soldiers would be willing to charge together with a commander who could revive even if they died.
This matter made him rub his forehead. There was no other reason other than the fact that he did not have enough talented people around him. Other than a summoned creature, it was almost impossible to find a person who could hold their own.
Even though Amandina had a calm analytical ability and broad vision, he still felt that this noble's daughter still lacked experience. In fact, Brando was a little nitpicky. After all, he had a hundred years of experience in fighting against nobles. Even though it was in the game, experience would not fade no matter where it was. In the eyes of someone like him, his vision was a little too high.
In the eyes of many mercenary leaders, Amandina could be said to be the best tactician. She was meticulous, calm, and had her own opinions. She was far-sighted, thoughtful, and could always see things that others could not see.
Not to mention, she also had a vast knowledge, as if she knew everything. In this aspect, only The Shire could talk to her. When the others were called to a meeting by this young lady, they would sometimes feel like they were in a fog.
However, they had to admit that her words were very reasonable.
In fact, they had long been guessing who this young lady was. Even the confidants of the nobles who gave advice and advice to them were probably nothing special. In this aspect, Raban was more experienced, to the point that this former captain of the cavalry looked at Amandina with a strange gaze.
In his view, this young lady was one of those rich nobles with a long history who were specially trained to serve their children. Of course, being born as a rude and uneducated soldier, Raban could not help but think that this young lady might have to satisfy her lord's less than honorable needs when necessary.
This guess was not only in Raban's mind, but more or less, the mercenaries more or less had the same thought. After all, Amandina's actions sometimes exceeded the scope of an advisor. Brando gave her a lot of power, and this kind of trust was hard to imagine. There was only one explanation.
Amandina was the young lord's woman.
It was a pity that Brando was not aware of this small matter, and the young lady who was aware of it turned a blind eye to it. Thus, this kind of misunderstanding was tacitly maintained.
Of course, back to the main topic.
Brando's dissatisfaction with Amandina was sometimes revealed, and this kind of dissatisfaction that was close to being lectured did not mean that the young lady had fallen out of favor, but it was a sign that he valued her.
However, this also made them speechless at the high standards of their lord, but Brando's reprimands were not unreasonable most of the time, and thus, the mercenaries naturally had a thought in their minds:
What is high? This is high!
Thus, Brando was naturally shrouded in a layer of halo, and almost everyone thought that he was the real noble who was sent out by the ancient nobles to gain experience.
Only the female mercenary leader Jutta, who had the most dealings with nobles, doubted this statement. Cornelius and Raban chose to believe in their intuition, but it was a pity that a man's intuition was often unreliable. In short, in their opinion, Brando would definitely bring them a bright future.
On the other hand, other than Amandina. The only one who caught Brendel's attention was Raban, the former captain of Karsuk's cavalry squad. He was probably the only one who was calm and had a certain level of military discipline. He was even more outstanding than Jana who was serious in her work.
From Brando's point of view, Jutta's flaw was that she was too meticulous. Even though women were naturally suspicious, there were times when a person who wanted to achieve great things did not care about trifles. People who were tangled up in details would not be able to see far into the future. This was also the reason why Raban and Cornelius were able to see through the situation quickly and accepted into his group, while Amandina was unable to fit in.
The incident at the mines seemed to have dispelled her doubts. She had already assured him that he could leave Schafflund and leave her there to monitor Perkins' every move. This meant that Amandina could leave her subordinates in Abies to him without any worries. She believed that he would not take the opportunity to do anything that she would regret.
But in truth, it was already a little too late. Cornelius and Raban had already found their positions, while Amandina had to start from the beginning. She had already lost by half a step from the beginning.
Thus, Brando did not have high hopes for her.
As for Cornelius, even though he was strong enough, he was too sly. Brando would never trust such a person before he had the strength to control him. As a former commander, he knew how to use a person wisely.
Raban, on the other hand, was bold and calm enough to see the situation clearly. However, his only flaw was that his vision was too narrow. Brando could not help but laugh at this thought. How far could he ask a cavalry captain to see?
After all, they were not players in the past who could look at the problems of this world from a perspective that transcended beyond it. Thus, players were born to be on equal footing with nobles, but these people could not.
Even though people could change, Brando did not have the time to do so. The problem he was facing now was different from the game where he could slowly level up.
His enemies were much stronger than him from the start, and they would not give him the time to slowly grow his wings. He looked at Raban and Cornelius who were also standing by the side and could not help but shake his head.
Where was the talent he needed?
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