"What do you think?" Brando suddenly asked.
The young man asked Raban and Cornelius, who were also standing in the fog, rubbing their hands and exhaling white smoke. After Jana's departure, these two commanders who had known each other for a long time had gotten closer.
However, before Raban and Cornelius met this young lord, they did not like each other. Therefore, the distance between people was actually a very subtle thing.
After hearing the young lord's question, there was a moment of silence.
But the first to speak was Romaine. Romaine had already changed into a thick winter coat and a pair of deerskin gloves. Even so, her face was still red from the cold. Even the tip of her nose was slightly red.
"Roman thinks it's good. What do you think, Brando?" She exhaled a breath of white steam and said without any intention of scheming. She even turned to look at Brando with her eyes wide open, as if she wanted to see if he agreed with her words.
The group of small mercenary group leaders immediately agreed.
"That's right," Cornelius added: "It's unexpectedly good. Even though it's a little late, forgive me for being blunt. I've also participated in the mid-term work, and to be honest, we're not too familiar with it. Lady Amandina has done very well. I wouldn't dare to say that it's perfect, but it's at least surprising. "
Everyone loved to hear flattery, and even Romaine could not help but look at this handsome silver-haired man. Even though she did not seem to agree with his flattery, she could not help but agree with him. She thought about how she had been through a lot in the past month. Almost every small decision she made could be met with an accident that she did not consider beforehand.
However, it was precisely because of these unexpected situations that she became more and more proficient in handling them.
"Indeed, it's surprising." Raban did not say much, and his words were concise.
But Romaine still secretly looked at her lord. In her heart, the young man's opinion was enough to trump all opinions. This was the first time she felt her heart beat so fast, and she was afraid that she would see the slightest dissatisfaction on Brando's face.
But she just happened to see Brando looking at her with unconcealed admiration, and she could not help but be startled. She did not know why, but she suddenly felt a lump in her throat. It was as if all her hard work over the past few months had paid off in this moment.
She sniffled and turned her head away, lest she cried in front of so many people and make a fool of herself. At least she still remembered that she was Brando's number one aide and the person in charge of the territory's affairs. She did not want to embarrass Brando.
But when she turned her head, she saw Metisha pass a silk handkerchief over. The Silver Elf's movement was so subtle that almost no one noticed it. Romaine was a little startled and looked at Metien's gratefully before she took the silk.
Brendel noticed his aide's actions and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Before I came here," he said, "I mean, that night.
His words silenced the scene. Almost everyone remembered that night that made their blood boil. It was as if they only realized what they had done a long time after the incident.
They had killed the rightful lord of Erouine under the instigation of a young man.
No one had ever thought of such a thing in the past, and no one dared to think about it. But what they could not believe was that they really did it. It did not matter if they were provoked, incited, or threatened.
In short, there was no turning back.
Since then, a month had passed in the blink of an eye. But they did not collapse like they had feared. Now that the city wall was completed, it seemed to symbolize something.
Perhaps under the leadership of this young man, they were indeed different from the ordinary rioters.
As for the final result, since this young lord was so confident, what else did they have to worry about?
"You know, I actually did not think too much about what I wanted to do," Brando continued, "Perhaps in your eyes, I am a noble, high and mighty, but I do not think so —"
He said this sincerely. Of course, how many people would believe this' truth 'was another matter.
"I came here, to go further south to inherit a piece of land that belongs to me. It came from my ancestors," Brando said half-truthfully, half-falsely: "I did not intend to kill anyone, or take over their land —"
"But in the education I received, there was a voice that told me that the meaning of the existence of nobles was to lead the people out of their predicament. Because they were better, received more education, and because they had this responsibility. Power and responsibility are equal —"
"I believe you are familiar with this saying."
Brando said.
He nodded. "That's right. This is what the late King Erik said." He reached out and pointed at everyone. "Nobility is responsibility. Strength is responsibility. Power is responsibility. Power is responsibility."
"Before this," Brando continued. The surroundings were silent. Everyone looked at him, not understanding why this young lord would say such a thing at this time.
Amandina also looked at him, and there was a strange light in her eyes.
The spirit of the late King, the pursuit of Erouine's lost glory, was what attracted her the most about this young lord.
It was as if there was a fatal attraction that could make a girl's eyes shine.
It was snowing.
The snowflakes were faint at first, almost undetectable, like cold rain falling on people's faces. But in the end, they became fluffy snowflakes. Tónigel did not have heavy snow in a year.
Everyone raised their heads.
"Before this," Brando also looked at the light gray sky, the dark clouds symbolizing the coming war: "I have never been a lord, nor have I had the experience of governing a land."
"Amandina is the same."
"You are the same."
"As I said," he spread out his hands, letting the snowflakes fall on his shoulders: "We are not different. We are all here to learn, to learn how to face all of this — "
"All of this." Brando said: "Everything that is unfamiliar to us, everything that we share, and our enemies."
"Perhaps we will not, we are novices, learning how to walk with difficulty," the young man waved his hand: "But that is not the problem."
"The problem is —"
His voice became a little louder, and his eyes swept across everyone's faces: "Do you have the courage to stay, to face all that is coming, to realize that what we have done may seem insignificant —"
"But it is the glory of the previous era, do you see? That is Erouine's wings."
"The late King Erik's words have already confirmed all of this, to ignore the darkness, to let your actions be without shame, and to hold on to such a dream!"
"Whether it is the honor, the promise, the responsibility of a man, or the duty of a lord to his people," Brando replied: "Just as I am standing here."
"I answer your questions like this."
"How much longer do we have to run?"
He pointed at everyone he was familiar with: Cornelius, Raban, The Shire, and even the numerous mercenary commanders.
"Let me ask you," Brando said loudly. The white breath he exhaled melted into a thin layer of white mist in the snow, making his face look sacred and mysterious.
"If there is a day when you become a new noble of Erouine, do you still remember what I have told you —"
"Are you willing to remember that being a noble is a responsibility?"
The young man's words were sonorous and powerful, piercing through the cold of the early winter.
But all that was heard was a dead silence.
Raban could not believe what he had just heard. He did not dare and did not want to think about the meaning behind the young man's words.
The former captain of Karsuk's cavalry looked back at his companions with a stiff expression. However, Cornelius was also oblivious to his surroundings. Or rather, it should be said that the middle-aged man's heart was pounding.
Of course he knew what Brendel meant by those words.
This young man was telling them in public —
[From today onwards, you are my men.
My retainers.
Gather under my banner.
Share honor and disgrace. Share joy and sorrow.
You are my Knight.
Wield the sword in my hand.
Expand my territory for me.]
At that moment, Cornelius, a middle-aged man who had been a mercenary for decades, felt a surge of energy in his heart for the first time. It was a kind of energy that could be described as boiling blood.
He felt that the opportunity he had been waiting for for so many years was right in front of him.
He was not the only one.
All the mercenaries present felt the same.
Perhaps only Medissa and Scarlet didn't feel anything. To them, it was enough as long as they followed this young lord.
Roman did not need to think too much. She was not by her aunt's side. Brando was the only person she could rely on.
The Shire smiled without saying a word, as if he already knew what Brando was thinking.
Only Amandina took a light breath. She was the only one who understood the hidden meaning in Brando's words.
This young man wanted to change the rules of Erouine.
He wanted to inject new blood into the old noble system.
Amandina did not know if she had heard wrongly. She did not understand why a young noble with almost no foundation would have such majestic ideals and beliefs. Perhaps it had already turned into a force that could shake people's hearts.
Amandina knew that she understood.
This was the first time she saw the outline of this plan, and she was already deeply immersed in it. She opened her mouth slightly and took a light breath, but she did not know how to respond.
Amandina stood there in a daze.
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