The will to live.
When he decided to join the Amber Sword, he hesitated, but in the end, he made his decision. In fact, when he was adventuring with the Red Copper Dragon, the leader of the cavalry was also hesitant. He had to lead so many refugees through several areas, and sometimes even had to fight with bandits on the main road. Life was much more difficult than when he was in Fortress Riedon.
He did not know why he did it.
All he knew was that the people he knew in the past, the refugees from Fortress Riedon, the people who hated him in the past, now spoke to him with a kind of respect.
The way they addressed him did not change, it was still the same captain.
But some things were different.
Uriel found that he could no longer abandon everything he had now, or rather, return to the days of the past. It was as if something called a sense of responsibility had been born in his heart.
This was the reason why he supported Brando. It was very simple. Captain Ulliel told himself that he did not support this young lord, but the person who changed him.
He felt that if a person with such charisma could change and influence a person like him, then he must have the ability to lead them to the end.
That was why he did not hesitate to stand on the side of Batom and Taron.
Uriel lowered his head, many thoughts running through his mind at that moment. But what really troubled him was Brando's strange order. He thought for a moment, and finally could not help but raise his head with a bitter smile.
"My lord … …"
"Hmm?" Brando did not think any less than Uriel, but the young man thought further. He walked past Uriel and turned around, "What is it?"
"My lord," Uriel replied helplessly, "You said that you would inherit a piece of land, but you did not tell us that you would inherit it like this —"
Although the former captain of the cavalry stood on Brando's side, he did not completely approve of Brando's actions. He was familiar with the rules of the nobles' game, and naturally knew that Brando's actions were against the world.
Brando was taken aback. He hadn't expected Gaspard to be thinking about this. This question made the corner of his mouth twitch. He couldn't possibly say that this was an impromptu idea, could he?
Fortunately, Amandina wasn't here, or else he would've been embarrassed by the resentful gaze of the noble lady who had been complaining about his decision.
The young man smiled awkwardly. "Originally, I was going to inherit the territory, but there was an unexpected situation. Graudin has caused me a lot of trouble, but it's not a big deal. We'll get what belongs to us in the end. "
Brando started to change the topic.
"But what about Count Randner? I don't think he'll let this matter rest." Gaspard glanced at the young lord and asked worriedly.
"That's why I wanted to see you before," Brando replied. "Did Uncle Retto ask you to bring the news over, Gaspard?"
The words' Uncle Retto 'made Gaspard heave a sigh of relief. All signs showed that Brando was a sentimental person. In fact, Brando did not send any of his trusted subordinates to Minthe Castle for the past half a month. Instead, he allowed the Copper Dragon Retto to take charge of the castle. This showed that Brando had full trust in them.
Of course, this was a slight misunderstanding of Brando's intentions. Brando did not think about this at all. Schafflund was so busy that he didn't even think about what Retto and the others would do.
Occupying Tónigel was a chess piece to prepare for the future war. In fact, Brando did not think much about it. The nobles in Tónigel were so poor that they were just short of pawning their pants. Brando did not even bother to think about taking over these places.
But he did not plan to do anything about it. Instead, he allowed the Copper Dragon's group to enjoy the thrill of being a lord, and those who originally doubted his decision gradually calmed down. Of course, there were still some voices that were worried about Count Randner's revenge.
But to these fugitives, it did not matter whether Count Randner retaliated or not. At worst, they could just hide in the forest.
"Yes, my lord." Gaspard nodded.
Brando bent his finger and knocked on the long table. His brows were tightly knitted together.
"My lord?" Gaspard was surprised.
"It's earlier than I thought. The war has come." Brando replied.
"What?"
"The historical Lord Palas is a wise and prudent man. He will not be unaware of the news of his comrades' defeat. This is enough to make him slow down his plans and become more cautious."
"The historical Lord Palas." The Copper Knight repeated with a serious expression.
Brando glared at him, and the young wizard quickly shrank back. He was already used to his lord's strange way of speaking.
"But this Knight did not withdraw his hands and feet. Instead, his movements became more frequent. This means that he has received Count Randner's orders. This is a sign of war."
The former captain of the knights gasped in surprise. A sign of war? He knew that Count Randner would definitely seek revenge, but he did not expect it to come so quickly. He was not even mentally prepared for it.
"My lord?" The Silver Elf Princess asked softly from behind.
Brando shook his head, indicating that there was no need to be too worried.
"What should we do?" Gaspard was a little worried. The highest level of nobles he had come into contact with in the past were the gentry in Fortress Riedon's local council. He could only look up to those who were of a higher level.
Count Randner's status was not inferior to the Duke of Grinoires. Gaspard could not imagine that he would be able to crush him like an ant.
He could not help but look at Brando in surprise. Why was the young man talking about something that had nothing to do with him? It was as if he did not offend a powerful count, but a country bumpkin.
"Are you afraid?" Brando asked.
"Not at all." Gaspard quickly shook his head. Of course, this was a lie. How could he not be afraid?
"There is no need for that," Brando shook his head: "If we can defeat Lord Macsen, we can also defeat Count Randner. Enemies are to be valued, not to be feared."
Gaspard nodded.
The Wild Elf Princess who was hugging her notebook thought for a moment and asked softly: "Is there going to be a war again? How much time do we have to prepare? "
Brando looked at the sky outside the hall and replied: "One month, at most two months. But Lord Palas will not let us have a good time in the next two months. Our priority is to prepare. "
Metisha and The Shire fell silent. They knew that the upcoming war would be the greatest test for their new territory. As long as they could win this war, they would be able to gain the recognition of the Royal Faction.
And as long as they gained the recognition of the Royal Faction, the people in the territory would be able to stabilize.
Otherwise, no matter how hard they tried, they would be like rootless duckweeds. In this ancient kingdom, or even in this era of Wohnde, status and righteousness were very important things. The people at the bottom might think well of you, but they might not necessarily stand on your side.
Brando knew this very well.
However, it might not be that easy to win this battle with almost no support. He had one to two thousand human soldiers and three thousand Subterrane Dwellers, but Tagiv would not put the fate of the entire tribe in his hands. In other words, the Subterrane Dwellers were already giving him a lot of face by investing half of their forces in this war.
What could they do with this little force?
Brando thought for a moment. He did not know how much manpower Count Randner was going to invest in quelling the rebellion, but it should not be too little.
Lord Macsen's fate was a warning.
Even though one or two defeats would not be enough to hurt Count Randner, it might not be the case in this particular situation. Duke Arreck and the princess were constantly pressuring the old fox, and he was already exhausted from dealing with them. If a fire broke out in his backyard, he would be in deep trouble.
At the very least, his reputation would be ruined.
But it would not be too much. Brando did not want Count Randner to lose face, and the princess and Duke Arreck would not give him the time to do so. He thought for a long time, and in the end, he still felt that the old fox would rely on external forces.
He thought for a moment and turned back to ask: "Where's Madara?"
"They're quite well-behaved," Charles replied. "They seem to have left Trentheim."
"Be careful of those skeletons. I suspect that they have been colluding with Count Randner for a long time." Brando shook his head. Madara was obviously interested in Sifrid, and Incirsta would not give up so easily. If Count Randner had an agreement with them, he would definitely use it to get them to work together.
He sighed again. Incirsta should be thanking him. If he hadn't helped Incirsta get rid of Kabias, there would probably be more undead in the army trying to show off their qualifications.
Brando was well aware of this history, and naturally knew that the greatest trouble the incirsta dragon had encountered in the army was the resistance from the dark lords. If it wasn't for Tarkus supporting him, the young Dark Lord might really have had a hard time achieving anything in this war.
However, the young man immediately withdrew these unrealistic thoughts. If he could, of course, he would be willing to wait until the enemy could win. Unfortunately, the enemy would not give him this opportunity. Brando asked The Shire about the people who were sent to investigate Erouine's Southern Legion. Unfortunately, the answer he received was disappointing.
The Shire had told him that the men he had sent out had either disappeared without a trace, or had returned with useless information.
As such, Brando's plan to support the Southern Legion to restrain Madara and focus on dealing with Lord Palas was temporarily put on hold.
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