In this world, there was no such thing as an impenetrable wall. In just three days, the news of the duel at the Anderla Cathedral had spread among the nobles, and then to the commoners. One side of the duel was the famous Sword Hero Arreck, but he lost to a young man of unknown origin. Until the bards adapted this experience into a story, Brando had become the most outstanding person of Erouine's younger generation.
At least in Ampere Seale, his fame was almost on par with Erouine's younger generation of nobles. Almost everyone was guessing who he was, but only a few people knew that Captain Wood had personally presided over the ceremony for him. This person must have an extraordinary background. For a time, all the forces in Ampere Seale, big and small, were moved. Even the future Princess Regent sent people to investigate Brando's background.
Especially after her close friend, Magadal, found out the truth of the matter.
Arreck and House Seifer were no exception. The roads of Ampere Seale were suddenly filled with people from all walks of life, causing chaos. Fortunately, the ordinary citizens had long gotten used to the way the nobles would tense up at the slightest sign of trouble. The people who lived in such a tense atmosphere comforted themselves by saying that as long as the port of Ampere Seale was still filled with white sails and the Anderla Cathedral still existed, the port would not decline.
The bell of the Holy Temple was a commentary to this phrase, and day after day it continued to ring throughout the grey and white Harbor City, unmoved.
In the midst of the panic, Brando himself spent every day in Ampere Seale in an orderly manner. As he expected, as long as the Archbishop of the Anderla Cathedral did not say anything, no one would find him. Over the past week, he had met the owner of the auction, Count Donner, under the introduction of Magadal. The latter was very interested in the painting of Princess Anyao that he wanted to sell. However, Brando — or rather, the merchant lady — smiled politely and did not show him the painting in his hand. Instead, he tactfully said that he would send the painting over in a few days for Count Donner to verify its authenticity.
Brendel found it hilarious to watch the Baron's itchy face and Romaine's slow and unhurried conversation. But in the end, even this experienced businessman could not help but sigh at his inferiority, praising that Romaine was born to be a businesswoman.
This was somewhat out of Brando's expectations.
He knew that the Roman lady was talented in business, but her brain was not very clear. Or it could be said that her logic circuit was different from ordinary people. Plus, she did not have many opportunities to deal with people in the same field. In other words, she lacked experience. After all, talking on paper was different from actually doing it. This was even more so when dealing with people. To be honest, before he brought her here, he was wondering if this little cutie would have stage fright.
"How was it, Brando?" When they walked out of Baron Donner's mansion, the little Roman raised her head proudly and stared at him. Her slender neck supported her beautiful head. Her dark brown hair was tied up, and she wore the black dress that Brando bought for her at Braggs. Under the curve of her neck, her collarbone shone like snow. She wore a ruby necklace that shone like fire and blood. The necklace shone brightly, and in a trance, it set off the merchant lady's confidence and pride.
Brando could completely understand her pride. Because she was the person he loved, she was proud. This faint smile with her aura made Brando's heart palpitate.
"Yes." Brando nodded subconsciously. "Little Roman, you did better than I expected. I just didn't expect that old gentleman to praise you so much. He is … even in this city, he is considered a person with a reputation …" Brando suddenly realized that the little Roman's opponent was not simple. Donner's life was also the story of another genius. That man was the first person in Ampere Seale who relied on his identity as a merchant to obtain the honor of being a noble.
"The old man is too kind." The Roman raised her willowy eyebrows and answered matter-of-factly.
"Eh?"
Brendel turned back to look at her. It was rare to see the merchant lady being so humble. Even when she was still in Bucce, this young lady's heart was higher than the sky. She would never show her hesitant side in front of anyone, as if she was born to be the master of the scene.
"If there is desire, there will be a weakness." The little Roman replied in an unfathomable tone, but the second half of the sentence was leaked. "Aunt said that if someone uses Brando and the little Roman to make a deal, the Roman will also feel distressed."
The first half of the sentence sounded reasonable, but the more Brendel heard, the more ridiculous it became. He pinched the little boy's cheeks and said: "Don't talk about using your fiancé to make a deal with me in such a serious manner."
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, Brando you … ouch … let go …" The merchant lady immediately raised her eyebrows, and her little face was twisted by Brando.
Beside them, Nun Princess Magadal looked at the man and woman with a strange expression. She did not know why, but she felt a little envious. After a long while, she squeezed out a suitable sentence. "The two of you have such a good relationship …"
Brando smiled and let go of the little Roman. He raised his head and looked at the bright silver moon above Ampere Seale.
In the next few days, the news of the war in the north finally spread. The Kirrlutz people had already marched their cavalry into the Sword Fortress, and the threat of the Lion Beastmen seemed to have become a reality overnight. The Holy War quickly replaced the young swordsman as the hottest topic among the people of Ampere Seale. Even the air seemed to be brewing with a heavy sense of conspiracy. The Anderla Cathedral was about to change, and the Cathedral became busy.
On the other hand, ever since he saw Devard the Eagle by Marquis Yoakam's side, Brando smelled a hint of hidden danger. He asked Sue and Andrique's subordinates to gather information. Vampires were creatures that lived in the shadows, and spying was one of their best jobs. Madara had sent vampires to infiltrate humans several times to gather information, and Brando was just following suit. However, the news that Mephistopheles and Andrique found out only increased his suspicions. It was said that Arreck was now staying in a castle in the south of Ampere Seale, and the castle was heavily guarded.
Brando knew Arreck's temperament very well. He was a cunning old fox, and if he was so cautious, he must be brewing some kind of conspiracy. It was a pity that the female vampire had tested the castle's defenses and could not do anything. This news made Brando feel a sense of urgency. He wanted to see Princess Gryphine and warn her in advance, but it was a pity that the princess's manor was also heavily guarded. Otherwise, he would have wanted to sneak in at least once.
The time for the meeting of the nobles was getting closer and closer, and in the end, Brando had to give up his suspicions about Arreck. On the other hand, Archbishop Brando would send his confidants to inform him every day about the movements of the nobles in the Holy Cathedral. Of course, this information seemed to be floating on the surface, and as long as Brando moved his hands, he could find out. However, Archbishop Wood's actions saved him a lot of time, and on the other hand, he could rest assured about the movements of the Holy Cathedral. In comparison, Archbishop Wood was still presiding over the daily affairs of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the Anderla Cathedral, and this message alone conveyed enough information.
After settling down, Brando had to face the problem of how to sneak into the meeting of the nobles. This was the biggest problem he had to solve. He would not ask Archbishop Wood for help, after all, this was a matter of great importance and could easily be used against him. Not to mention that the Archbishop would definitely not agree, Brando himself was not willing to cause trouble for the Holy Cathedral of Fire for the time being.
He thought about it, and only the news that Su brought back a week ago was more reliable.
Of course, it was actually not reliable news.
… …
In the middle of the Month of Recovery, two days before the meeting of the nobles.
Ampere Seale faced the sea to the west, and the Shakrodt Strait divided the narrow peninsula. The salty sea water carved a white trail under the cliffs, constantly beating the dark brown rocks. Geographically, Ampere Seale was located at the end of the northern branch of the Anseli Mountains (Arreck Mountains), where the mountains met the sea. This was where the sea breeze and the sea current converged. The climate was humid, and clouds gathered at the foothills. The result of the abundant rainfall was a forest cover. To the east of the port city, there were large forests, dense with black pine and Arreck Hazel.
The Silver Fairy Princess Metisha was hiding in the bushes, her silver-gray battle robe covered with the wet dew of the night. She could not help but cough twice. Her gaze passed through the forest on the mountainside, and in the darkness not far away, there was a small town that was brightly lit.
There were a few manors in the small town, and this place was more than ten miles away from Ampere Seale. This town could be said to be dependent on the port city. There were many towns like this near Ampere Seale.
"Is it here, Su?"
She used her knuckles to tap the map on the tree stump, and turned back to ask.
Su's eyes sparkled under the light, but there was no expression in them. It was as if answering this question was as boring as reciting a book, but she still completed it meticulously. Her gaze also fell on the foot of the mountain. She had ordered her subordinates to confirm this town many times over the past few days, and there was no mistake.
The Silver Fairy Princess was born to not doubt her companions. After hearing this answer, she turned back to the dark forest and whispered, "My Lord."
A gritting sound came from the bushes.
"Wait, hiss —"
… …
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