A group of guards in red robes hurried through the busy market, the metal edges of their cloaks clanging against their breastplates like a whirlwind. Amandina's gaze followed them as they traversed the market. The Holy Cathedral's guards disappeared on the other side, and the sound of their uniform footsteps faded away. She turned back and felt that the tension in Ampere Seale was even more intense than two days ago.
"I didn't expect the Lionheart Sword to be in the hands of Her Royal Highness, but the nobles of the North may not be willing to give in just like that, right?" There were only two people in the carriage, and as the carriage moved forward, the smell of Brendel's perfume permeated the space covered by the curtains, making Amandina a little uneasy. She asked in a low voice, "What is it?
"That's why they've postponed the next meeting for two days." Brando replied with his eyes slightly closed. The subtle changes in the meeting made him give up his original plan. Duke Arreck seemed to have given up on the alliance with the Royal Faction under the pressure of Cruz and decided to remain neutral. Some of the original arrangements could not be used, at least not until the true intentions of the Holy Cathedral were clear.
The intervention of the Holy Cathedral was unexpected, but also expected. The Holy Cathedral certainly did not want Erouine to be divided or fall into civil strife, but what if a civil war was inevitable? It was just like what had happened in history. The key was that there were still a few months before the Lion Beastmen could prepare enough food, so it was not impossible for the North and South to change sides. As long as Her Royal Highness showed enough strength, it was not impossible for the Holy Cathedral of Fire to support the South.
But what Brando guessed was the reason why the Holy Cathedral was so eager to intervene in Erouine's affairs. It was not just a coincidence that Moros took office nearly a month earlier than in history. History was changing in secret, and it made him feel that not everything was as he expected. Some things might not be as simple as he thought.
The atmosphere in Ampere Seale was a little strange now, and Brando had to suppress his desire to make a move. He was prepared to observe first; after all, he had other things to do today.
"In two days, they will be able to find evidence to prove that the sacred sword in the princess's hand is not the Lionheart Sword?"
"I'm afraid it won't be easy to prove that it's not the Lionheart Sword. Even though it's a little different from the old Lionheart Sword, the guardian of the sword, the Knight of the Lake, is the real deal. Count Yanbao can also prove that." Brendel sighed and decided not to think about it anymore. In any case, the Holy Cathedral still had Archbishop Wood and the people he wanted to meet today. He would eventually find out what had happened to make the Holy Cathedral so anxious.
"Yanbao?" Amandina looked at her lord curiously.
"Hehe, I didn't think that there would be things that you don't know. The first ancestor of the Yanbao family was King Erik's attendant. Before the late King Erik passed away, he made a will for them to protect the Holy Sword for generations to come. That was why the Yanbao family had such a high status in Erouine. The guardian of the Lionheart should be the Knight beside Aike. "Brando replied.
"How is that possible!" Amandina's eyes widened. "Then wouldn't he be hundreds of years old?"
"The Knight of the Lake is not a person to begin with, but an existence contracted to the sword. He has dedicated his life to the sword. In terms of the state of existence, he is more similar to an undead." Brando chose some reliable rumors from his memory to answer. In fact, he was not completely sure. After all, this information came from the mixed up forum.
"Then isn't it very powerful? Her Royal Highness will have another strong support." Amandina's thoughts immediately returned to politics, and Brando couldn't help but find it funny. "It's not as scary as you think. The Knight of the Lake has the strength of Elemental Activation, but because he doesn't have a body, he's slightly weaker than Veronica of the Cruz Empire." His subtext was that the Knight of the Lake was level 57, and Veronica was level 59, which was the late stage of Elemental Activation.
Greysword Saint-mephistopheles must have the strength of level 60 at the peak of Elemental Activation, and above that would be the ultimate realm of Elemental Activation. The dragon race was born with such strength, but Erouine did not have such an existence at the moment. It took a long time for humans to go from the peak of Gold to Elemental Activation, break through the Elemental Activation Wall, and finally reach the ultimate realm of Elemental Activation. But for the Gold and Silver bloodlines, it was as simple as eating and dressing.
Brando couldn't help but sigh.
"I understand. The nobles of the North are trying to stall for time and find a justifiable excuse for war." Amandina reacted.
Brando nodded, very satisfied with Amandina's reaction. In fact, the North and South had no intention of negotiating at all. Both sides came because of the attitude of Ampere Seale and the Holy Cathedral. Now that the Holy Cathedral's attitude was clear, the only thing left for both sides was to fight. But they did not expect such an accident to happen. The princess's side actually took out the Lionheart Sword. Duke Seifer must be so worried that he lost a lot of hair.
Princess Gryphine was as smart and sharp as the rumors said. She took out the Lionheart Sword not to win the support of the nobles, but to announce the legitimacy of the Royal Faction's inheritance in front of everyone. Without a doubt, she succeeded. The prestige of the Lionheart Sword among the people of Erouine was unimaginable. Under the pressure of the Holy Cathedral, the princess was still able to fight back calmly. This was indeed unexpected.
But as Amandina said, the nobles of the North would not give up so easily, and the purpose of Brando's trip was to find out more information. Of course, there was also a secondary purpose.
"Princess Gryphine is really smart." Amandina could not help but praise.
At this time, the carriage stopped. The carriage stopped for a moment, and Brendel lifted up the curtains to see his own carriage parked side by side with another carriage. He carefully observed the other carriage, then knocked twice on the window. The door of the carriage opened, and a person came out. That person immediately got onto Brando's carriage.
"Mr. Brando, I —" Magadal lifted her skirt and jumped onto the carriage, looking at Brando. The Nun Princess was wearing a light white dress today, looking gentle and quiet. But she seemed a little nervous, her chest rising and falling slightly. After getting on the carriage, she looked outside nervously before closing the door.
But Brando interrupted her, shaking his head and putting a finger to his lips.
Magadal looked at the two of them, puzzled.
"When does the auction start?" Brando asked.
"The auction … If we go now, it will be just in time. Mr. Brando, my friend is a very reliable person, don't worry, he will definitely arrange for your auction items. But unfortunately, the people of Ampere Seale are in a state of panic recently, and many people are selling their art and collections. Originally, the manager wanted to auction Mr. Brando's item as the finale. " Magadal understood Amandina's hand gesture. Brendel wanted her to not mention 'those things' for the time being, as the walls have ears. The Nun Princess was a smart person, and she immediately understood what he meant.
"It's okay." Brando replied. Actually, this was better, after all, the painting of Princess Anyao was stolen, and it was not good to be too conspicuous.
Magadal took a deep breath, suddenly looked up, and anxiously made a series of hand signals to Brando. It was sign language. Brando was slightly startled, thinking that this was not good, he did not know sign language. But this princess was really talented, and history said that she was a language genius. Before she got married, she had been a diplomatic envoy of the Holy Cathedral to other countries, but he did not expect her to know sign language.
He was slightly startled, but at the same time, he felt Amandina holding his hand. Brando turned his head, and found that his Amandina had opened his hand, and was using a finger to gesture on his palm. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that Amandina was helping him translate.
"Archbishop Wood is under house arrest."
Brando looked up, and stared at the Nun Princess of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in surprise, only to see the latter nodding seriously. This news quickly made Brando frown. Wood and Moros were colleagues in the same organization, and there was no personal grudge between the two, at most, there was some disagreement. He could believe that Wood was pressured by the Holy Cathedral to reach a compromise with Moros, but Moros actually put the former under house arrest.
This was tantamount to falling out.
Was this necessary? Or was the Holy Cathedral already so anxious? What was the reason for the Holy Cathedral to be so anxious? He thought for a moment, and suddenly turned his hand over to hold Amandina's soft hand. Amandina did not even dream of this change, and her face turned red, but she was still calm, and only trembled slightly. Brando did not notice this, and just wrote on her hand:
"Is there any news about the Holy Cathedral?" Amandina bit her lower lip and gestured.
Brando knew that this princess was a true friend of Princess Gryphine, and could be trusted. And Magadal had also heard of Brando's deeds, and did not doubt her good friend's Knight at all. In fact, she was now under surveillance, and could not see Gryphine at all. But the outside world did not know Brando's identity, and so she was in a hurry to find this mysterious young man from Tónigel.
In fact, she was still secretly sizing up Brando. This young man who was rumored to be arrogant and unruly did not seem as barbaric as the rumors said. Some people said that he was the leader of the bandits, but when Magadal met Brando for the first time, he left a good impression on her. She could even say that he was a model of gentlemanly nobility, and not a hypocrite like Marquis Yoakam.
Magadal nodded, and she was about to gesture, but Brando raised his hand to stop her.
"If you have anything to say, say it when we get there. It's hard to say it here." Brando said.
And so, the carriage fell silent.
The carriage quickly passed through the city center of Ampere Seale. In fact, Brando had been to the auction house that Magadal mentioned in his previous life, and he asked that question just to not attract attention. This was a world of magic, and although there were no eavesdroppers, there were spells that could pick up sounds in the wind, so he had to be careful. The carriage passed by San Bino Square in Ampere Seale, and they were very close to the auction house.
Brando even had the time to lift the curtains and look at the scenery outside. But at this moment, the coachman's scream and the horse's neighing could be heard. Then, the carriage suddenly came to a halt, and the carriage was almost thrown off the road. The sudden turn of events caught the two ladies off guard, and they immediately screamed and rolled off their seats. If it was not for Brendel's quick reflexes, he would have hugged them by their waists, and the two noble ladies would probably have had intimate contact with the floor of the carriage.
The carriage shook violently, and Brando held the two ladies against the side of the carriage, and it took a lot of effort for him to maintain his balance. But for a moment, the posture of the three of them was inevitably a little indecent. Brando held Amandina with one hand, and used his elbow to support himself against the carriage wall. Amandina's slender body seemed to be squeezed into his strong body, and even her small breasts that were not perfectly developed were tightly pressed against his chest.
Amandina's usual calmness did not allow her to be shocked by the sudden change, but she was clearly aware of her situation, and her face was almost dripping blood.
Princess Magadal, on the other hand, was completely blank. She was so scared that she did not even realize that Brando was holding her by the waist. The Nun Princess did not have the slightest ability to protect herself. Her body was as soft as a feather, and it made Brando think that he was holding a ball of cotton. He could not help but look back. Her face was pale, and her eyes were closed. She looked so pitiful that his heart could not help but beat faster.
After a moment, the carriage finally stabilized, and with a loud crash, it fell to the ground.
"Ah!" Magadal cried out in pain. It turned out that Brando was on top of her. This time, the Nun Princess finally realized her situation, and could not help but struggle slightly, wanting Brando to let go of her. But Brando did not care so much now. Although he did not know what was going on outside, it was obvious that the horses were frightened. If they were to go crazy and drag the carriage on the ground, he would be fine, but Amandina and the Nun Princess would inevitably be injured.
Brando reacted quickly. He immediately pulled out Halran Gaia from the Dimensional Space, and with a loud crash, he cut a large hole in the side of the carriage. He then grabbed Amandina and Magadal, and jumped out of the carriage. Brando's strength was close to the peak of the Gold rank. Although it was a close call, this series of actions was not difficult for him. The passersby on the street only saw the carriage fall, and suddenly there was a loud crash. Before they could see what was going on, a young man landed on the street with two beauties in his arms.
"Wow, this guy is so lucky!"
This was the first thought that came to most people's minds.
But Brando was filled with anger. While Amandina and Princess Magadal were still in shock, he raised his head and saw the two horses that were pulling the carriage were lying in a pool of blood. The coachman's head was also bleeding, and he was lying moaning beside the carriage. It was obvious that the two arrows that pierced through the horse's head were the culprits behind all of this. Brendel could not help but raise his head and stare at the group of men in black armor not far away. He asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?
"You did this?"
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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