Brando kept the second and third words in his heart, but he did not say them out loud. Some words were not suitable to be spoken in front of the Royal Faction. He knew from the start that the Royal Faction and Princess Gryphine's path were destined to be different. When he turned to leave, the kingdom behind him had already turned into a crumbling palace. It was as if he saw a sea of fire. The drunken nobles of Erouine had already destroyed the foundation of this ancient kingdom. Even the most outstanding people in the kingdom, such as Makarov, Fleetwood, and Oberwei, were limited by tradition, or perhaps they were afraid of change.
History was similar. As long as one compromised, they would win. The Royal Faction had obtained the best chance to turn the tables. However, it was not the same for the princess. Brando had already seen what she wanted from her eyes. Unfortunately, it was something that the old nobles of Erouine could not give her.
However, to Brando, only destruction could bring new life. What they could not give, he would give.
Sometimes, a sentence was enough. Some people were not worth saving. He and Freya arrived at Roksh Palace. "Sue!" Freya called out happily. A young girl with dark skin and braided hair stood outside the palace with a smile. She was wearing the clothes of a merchant's daughter. "Miss Freya, you have grown taller." She replied gently.
"Sue, pass this letter to the Nagas." Brando took out a letter and handed it to Sue. Sue nodded and accepted the letter silently. She was a quiet and reliable girl. Brando had always been at ease with this daughter of the Copper Dragon Retto.
"Nagas?" Freya turned around and asked in surprise, "Brando, I heard that the Nagas were pirates who roamed the Shining Sea. I didn't know that you even knew them?"
Brando could not help but laugh and teased her, "I know a lot of people, but you don't know most of them."
"Hmph, damned aristocrat." Freya gritted her teeth.
Sue looked at the two of them and could not help but shake her head. She kept the letter properly. This letter represented the collapse of the negotiations. As the daughter of a bartender, she did not care about the future of the kingdom. However, that did not mean that Freya could remain indifferent. The girl suddenly raised her head. "Brando, what do you think now?"
"I have done my best. I plan to return to Tónigel and wait for the princess to join forces with Arreck to start a war."
Before he could finish, he saw Freya staring at him suspiciously. Brando couldn't help but sweat, thinking to himself, am I that untrustworthy? "Speak the truth, Brando." Freya closed her eyes and replied snappily. This guy liked to lie just like the Roman. She didn't believe that he would let go just like that.
He had the ability to achieve whatever he wanted. The key was that his determination was always stronger than others. Freya knew this very well. Brando was already the synonym of omnipotence in her heart. Moreover, she subconsciously did not want the princess to ally with Arreck.
As a commoner and a highly educated person, she did not trust Erouine's rotten nobility.
"Kill." Brando replied calmly.
Freya was slightly startled and raised her head to look at Brando.
Brando did not say anything more. The Royal Faction had given him an answer, and now he had to give everyone an answer. He couldn't be bothered to explain too much to people like Makarov and Fleetwood, because only swords could explain everything. When he realized that the Royal Faction's stubbornness was irreversible, he had already decided to carry out the second plan.
The plan that he had already decided on.
He would use force to interfere with the peace talks in Ampere Seale and start a war with his own hands.
Then, the kingdom would be plunged into a great war. The flames would burn everything, and the old would be reduced to ashes. Only those who could withstand the test would be able to survive. Brando had personally participated in this war. It had a name, Erouine's Civil War.
At this moment, a melodious bell rang above the harbor. Brando turned around and saw that the Ampere Seale Conference had already begun. In history, this meeting lasted for seven days. The nobles argued and argued endlessly in the meeting, refusing to give up an inch of land. Then, they used a completely different result to draw a perfect end to the peace talks — war.
The nobles were just that ridiculous.
"Brando!"
Brando heard a voice calling him. He thought it was Orthlyss. He had previously discussed the situation in Erouine with this Wind Elf lady who was like his teacher. But when Brando turned around, he saw Dilferi standing in the Rokshbe Palace. Count Yanbao was dressed in formal attire, and behind her stood the Knight Nia. It seemed like they were preparing to attend the conference.
But now she stopped and stared at Brando angrily. "The conference is about to start. What are you waiting for?"
Brando was stunned. Since he had already decided to start a war, there was no point in attending the conference. In fact, he had only snuck into the conference today to see Gryphine. He had no interest in this kind of conference. Besides, didn't he say that he would separate with the young lady once he entered the conference? What did she mean by this?
Brando could not help but look at Dilferi in confusion.
The Countess gritted her teeth. "You are my retainer. If you don't attend the conference with me, do you want me to become a laughingstock?"
Freya stared at Brando suspiciously. Her eyes said, 'Didn't you say that you forced this young lady to bring you into the conference?' Brando of course noticed this' pure and simple 'look, but he also had a big headache. Who knew what was wrong with this young lady? But now was not the time to explain this. Since Dilferi had already said so, if he did not do anything, it would only make people suspicious of his identity. He still needed to stay in Ampere Seale for a few days, and did not intend to expose himself to everyone so early.
Thinking of this, Brando could not help but shake his head and walk over. He looked at Miss Dilferi in annoyance and asked, "Young lady, what's wrong with you? Aren't you afraid of being associated with a 'cultist' like me? "
Dilferi rolled her eyes at him, and a faint blush appeared on her snow-white face. "You gave me so much trouble, and I asked you to attend the conference with me. Are you going to refuse? Seriously speaking, you still owe me a favor. You should have no right to refuse my request, right? "
"You're not having stage fright, are you?" Brando saw Dilferi's shy look and suddenly asked strangely.
"So what?" The Countess snorted softly. "You are a Sword Saint. With you by my side, I will feel more at ease."
Brando sighed, and suddenly felt that it might be a good idea to participate in this conference. Arreck and the Holy Cathedral's attitude towards the King's Faction had changed subtly. He vaguely had a premonition that something might happen in this conference that was beyond his control. This premonition calmed him down.
The Ampere Seale Conference was one of the famous events in Erouine's history. Because it happened in the early days of the game, only a few players witnessed this noble event. Brando was not one of the witnesses, and he never thought that he would have the opportunity to personally participate in this historical event.
The conference was held in such a circular hall, and the huge round table was filled with elites from all over the kingdom. There was no light in the hall, only a ray of natural sunlight hanging down from the vault. In the soft light, dust floated up and down, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness. For a moment, even the faces of the participants could not be seen clearly.
Brando and Dilferi sat together on the south side, while the female Knight, Nia, did not sit as a guard. It took him a while to get used to the light, and he could faintly see the faces of the nobles in the dark. Opposite him on the north side was the King's Faction and the Princess. Brando noticed that Princess Gryphine was also paying attention to him, and his heart skipped a beat.
On the other side was the cold-looking Grand Duke Arreck and his entourage. This old fox from a military background was very shrewd, and Brando could not see the slightest useful expression on his sharp face. Below Grand Duke Arreck sat Marquis Balta, who looked a little restless and nervous.
Looking further down, there was a serious middle-aged man. This guy looked like the kind of person who would rather break than bend. Brando recognized this man. He was Count Janilasu, the commander of the Royal Fleet, and also the captain of the flagship, Fronta. He should be one of the few people who were loyal to the Royal Family, and he did not belong to the King's Faction. He was not present in the morning, probably because he was delayed by others.
Brando remembered this count and continued to look down. Then he saw the bearded Count Vitokin and the ashen-faced Count Graymountain sitting beside him. These two people were also from House Seifer. Brando only glanced at them and then passed by them. Then, he saw a group of knights dressed in green warrior clothes. He was slightly startled and couldn't help but curse in his heart.
These Knights were none other than the Highland Knights.
In fact, what really made Brendel cursed was that when he looked at the knights, the middle-aged man who was obviously the leader of the group turned his head back as well, as if he had noticed Brendel at a glance, and even smiled at him. Brando immediately cursed. His disguise as a Highland Knight could be said to be deceiving everyone, but he could not deceive these locals. Brando's mind suddenly spun rapidly, trying to guess what the guy meant by smiling at him.
In fact, the Highland Knight rarely left the Karsuk Province, and Duke Karsuk himself did not like to interfere with the kingdom's politics. He did not even plan to participate in this event personally and sent a group of knights to be the ambassadors. [Why did he send a bunch of Highland Knights? Aren't the ones in charge of diplomacy in Karsuk usually sent by wizards?] Brendel cursed. [Why did he send a bunch of Highland Knights? Aren't the ones in charge of diplomacy in Karsuk usually sent by wizards?
He looked away guiltily, and then saw Duke Viero's diplomatic envoy on the other side. The current Duke Viero's temper was exactly the same as Duke Karsuk's. This fellow had a feud with Count Randner, and because of Brendel, they were fighting fiercely at the borders. He did not care whether the Holy Cathedral of Fire was the ruler of the kingdom in name or not, and even sent a bunch of random people to represent the kingdom. Everyone did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Of course, because of the same reason, Count Randner was not present. Therefore, it could be said that because of Brando, two important figures who should have been present in history were absent. This so-called Ampere Seale Conference suddenly became a little out of place. Seeing this scene, Brando could not help but feel a little proud.
Although he did not know what was going on with the Holy Cathedral of Fire, no matter what, he still changed history, didn't he?
Duke Grinoires came as scheduled, but Brando knew very well that this guy was here to be a bystander. If he did not suddenly remember that he still had a stolen item in his hands and was about to sell it, Brando would have probably forgotten about this guy.
Duke Seifer also came in person, followed by Prince Liu Ke. The eldest son of the king did not seem to be present. Brando narrowed his eyes. In theory, since House Seifer was here, House Covardo should have let the current eldest son of the king represent them. But the eldest son of the king did not come, which meant that this position was left to Gryphine by default. Brando did not know why House Seifer would make such a mistake. Was it because they did not trust the credibility of the Holy Cathedral after the incident in the morning?
Wasn't that assassination planned by you guys? Why are you pretending to be innocent? Brando could not help but think with some disdain.
It was at this time that the last three participants finally arrived.
The first person Brando recognized was the consul of Ampere Seale, but he did not care much about this person. This person was obviously here to be a peacemaker. He was more concerned about the representative of the Holy Cathedral. He looked up and saw that the first person to walk out was the bishop who presided over the conference. This person was insignificant, but the representative of the Holy Cathedral of Fire who walked out behind the bishop made Brando open his eyes.
It was right to come this time!
Brando's heart skipped a beat. The representative of the Holy Cathedral of Fire who walked out from the darkness was the current owner of the Anderla Cathedral, the archbishop of Ampere Seale. But it was not Wood, but a man with deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a cold face. Brando recognized this guy at a glance. It was Archbishop Moros, the representative of the radical faction of the Holy Cathedral. He was also the high-ranking priest of the Holy Cathedral who was supposed to succeed Wood's position in two months.
How could it be! Brando could not wrap his head around it for a moment. How could Moros have arrived in Ampere Seale so early? But he suddenly reacted. No wonder, no wonder the attitude of the Holy Cathedral suddenly changed 180 degrees. Since Moros had already entered the Anderla Cathedral, it meant that Cruz was ready to intervene in Erouine's political affairs.
Wood must be in trouble. Brando immediately thought of this, but now was not the time to think about the trouble of the archbishop. The question now was, why did Moros appear here in advance? In history, it should have been Wood who presided over the conference in Ampere Seale.
Brando suddenly felt that the history he knew had cracked open a big hole, and something had changed forever.
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