Even in the most chaotic world, there was a quiet corner.
The light in the small room flickered. The merchant girl was lying on the edge of the wooden bed, resting her chin on her crossed hands. Her eyes darted around curiously, guarding the nun princess who seemed to be in a deep sleep. Occasionally, she would poke the nun princess with her finger.
"Amandina, why do you think Miss Magadal is a puppet? Look at her soft skin, it's so fun … She's so pretty too, Brando must be lying, right? "
Amandina sighed. Those familiar with the little Roman's personality would know that she meant 'fun' and not the second half of the sentence. Amandina was holding a book of Rockefeller's Selected Poems, but her mind was not on it at all. She had already flown into the rain. On the battlefield.
Swords flashed, the two sides slaughtered each other. This day would be written in the history of the port. But the next day, the sun would shine on that side of the land.
Could they really win?
Amandina's heart was hanging in mid-air. She put down the book, silently took off her silver-rimmed glasses, and looked out. The direction of the port was a sea of red. There seemed to be sobbing in the wind and rain, as if Erouine's spirit was crying in the air.
But the intermittent wailing before death, she did not know if it belonged to her family or friends.
"Be careful, don't be too rude to Princess Magadal … You, you're already being too rude." Amandina looked at the little Roman sneakily pressing on the Nun Princess's almost perfect chest, and could not help but scold her in exasperation.
"I know." She replied matter-of-factly.
Amandina glared at her.
Amandina restrained herself, "Yes, are you going out?"
"Yes, it's too stuffy in the room, it's making me restless." Amandina looked at the Nun Princess on the bed with some jealousy, "Also, if Princess Magadal suddenly wakes up, don't tell her anything."
"But Brando said she won't wake up for a while."
"I mean if."
The Roman watched Amandina leave the room. She turned back, but for a moment, she seemed to see the girl's eyelids move slightly. About a few seconds later, it moved slightly again.
This time, she saw it clearly.
Ah!
"An …" The merchant girl immediately turned around and shouted, but stopped herself.
This was all thanks to the Roman. It was better to wait for a while.
As she thought this, she turned her head back. She carefully looked at the Nun Princess on the bed. The Nun Princess Magadal seemed to have fallen into some kind of nightmare. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she seemed to be very tired. She struggled slightly, and some soft sounds came from her mouth.
Roman was immediately curious. She leaned forward and carefully put her ear next to his mouth. Finally, she heard a few words clearly. "How could this be? Be careful..."
"Be careful …"
"Eh?" Romaine stood up and thought 'seriously' for a moment before placing a finger on Magadal's forehead. "Miss Magadal, are you dreaming? Let the little Roman help you calm your nightmares —"
A faint light flashed in the room.
…
The heavy rain created a hazy world in the plaza outside the Anderla Cathedral. The black carriages passed through the curtain of rain, silently stopping in front of the main entrance of the cathedral.
The emblems on the carriages shone for a moment.
Vitokin of the Pale Lone Wolf, Arreck of the Mountains and Eagle, Kurcoburg of the Crescent Lily, Seifer of the Flowing Wind and Flaming Moon, Grinoires of the Long Sword and Black Pine, and Karsuk of the Black Tower.
The Broken Sword of Yanbao also dimmed slightly.
When Arreck got off the carriage, his expression was indifferent. Devard the Eagle and Sylvia the Silver Knight stood beside him. He raised his head, and Duke Seifer, who was not far away, responded with a slight smile. However, the red-haired man in the Seifer Royal Family's entourage was like a crane in a flock of chickens.
"Flaming Nicholas, the Sword Master of the Seifer Royal Family, Elemental Realm. His strength is above Devard and the Silver Knight." Brando's gaze shifted to another person. "The old man in the purple robe, the mentor of the eldest son of the king, 'The Eccentric' Garlock. Archmage Cruz, his strength is on par with Fleetwood."
"The old man beside Count Vitokin, the veteran general of the Black Blade Squad, is Nigel, known as the 'Unshakable Sword'. Although he is not a Sword Master, his strength is close to Elemental Activation. Most people think that he is in the Elemental Activation Realm. "
"Vitokin was his attendant when he was young. In addition, Vitokin himself has the strength of an Upper Gold Rank."
Brando looked around and found that the Head of the White Lion Legion, Marquis Balta, and Admiral Count Janilasu were not there. He could not help but frown slightly. But even so, the scene was full of elites.
Including the Head of the Highland Knight Regiment, Erouine's Elemental Realm powerhouses were almost all gathered here. Those below Gold Rank were as numerous as the hairs on a cow. The power of a country was undoubtedly displayed here.
And what kind of scene the Cruz Empire was like, except for Brando, perhaps no one present could imagine.
"You know them all?" Dilferi could not help but ask curiously.
"Just once," Brando replied.
As he answered, everyone entered the Holy Temple. It was still the Rokshbe Palace —
This was a place that was destined to leave a deep mark in history. Before Brando and Dilferi entered this magnificent palace built in the 277th year of the First Era, he could not help but raise his head slightly and look up.
On the arched beam, the murals of the final battle where the Flame King expelled the Miirna people were vividly colored. The famous Holy Sword was dazzling. It was just that the sages of the past were determined to sweep away all darkness, but would their descendants have such courage?
I'm afraid not.
The main hall was silent —
Out of the ordinary, Bishop Moros was the first to enter the Holy Temple. He looked around and did not say a word. Two high-ranking priests followed him to the center of the hall. Everyone was stunned.
Something big happened!
Brando raised his head and narrowed his eyes, but he saw Arreck's expressionless face and Duke Seifer's fearless smile as he stared at his niece opposite him.
Princess Gryphine's face was calm, but the people of the Royal Faction beside her looked solemn.
It was obvious that there was a rift between the two sides.
Moros paused for a moment, and there was no trace of joy or anger on his gloomy face. He slowly raised his head, "Martha above must be gratified by her people's yearning and pursuit of peace; because whether it is the people of Cruz or the people of Erouine, at least it proves that the descendants of the Flame King still adhere to justice —"
"However," he changed the topic, and his expression turned cold, "Ampere Seale is now shrouded in darkness. The Holy Temple is incompetent, and the people of the Holy Temple are rampant in this place!"
"Before coming here, I received news that some of you are colluding with the Sheep Head Cult. But I don't want to believe that the glorious nobles of Erouine have fallen to this extent. I hope that before the meeting begins, someone can stand up and prove their innocence! "
Archbishop Moros's words caused an uproar in the hall.
For a moment, the hall could not help but resound with the buzzing of discussions. Everyone looked around curiously, as if they were trying to find the hidden traitor among the nobles.
Only Brendel looked coldly at Duke Seifer, Yoakam, and Vitokin in the north with a smug look on their faces. Only Arreck looked indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care at all.
The north was already a monolithic block.
Brando turned his head and found that the green Knight in the south was still not moving, as if they were waiting to see what would happen.
Only Makarov had a look of disdain, while Fleetwood's face was as cold as water. "Despicable!" Brando heard Countess Gryphine scold softly.
"Mr. Makarov, you know who I'm talking about."
Moros's gaze suddenly turned to the people of the Royal Faction.
"Ah!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, as if they had just expected something.
"Nonsense." Makarov's face was cold. He secretly frowned. The Holy Temple had acted earlier than expected, and this made him feel a little passive.
However, the other party was pressing on step by step, could it be that they were ready for war?
The Black Blade Squad had not advanced to the front line of the Grey Mountain, and only a vanguard had reached Ampere Seale. What made the other party so fearless?
"I also know that this is nonsense, but since it is nonsense, I hope Mr. Makarov can expose this lie and give us the truth."
"We must know that the nobles of Erouine cannot be slandered."
Moros replied calmly.
"Alright, even if it's not necessary, it's just a small matter," Makarov replied coldly: "But before I prove myself, do you have any proof for your words?"
"Of course."
"To be exact, what I have is not evidence, but a witness." Moros added.
There was an uproar.
Brando also raised his eyebrows slightly. There was a traitor in the Royal Faction! He immediately thought.
As expected, Makarov and the others immediately turned around in shock and anger. The Royal Faction and the old nobles had been fighting for many years, but there had never been a traitor.
It was not only Makarov.
Everyone present was shocked. Almost everyone in the Royal Faction was a hero of their time, and there was even a rumor that there were only those who died in battle, and no one who surrendered. Who would betray the Royal Faction? Everyone could not help but look at the Royal Faction in the south.
But just as they looked over, someone walked out from behind Moros.
It was him.
Brando was shocked, but also shocked.
"Viscount Benninger!" The half-elf princess suddenly stood up and looked at the young man in front of her as if she had never met him before. Her expression was calm, but her clenched and trembling fists said everything.
"Where ….. My brother!"
Her Royal Highness took a deep breath and gritted her teeth as she asked.
But Benninger only glanced at her and did not care about the gloomy Makarov at the side. He raised his head and looked at everyone.
"Everyone knows that I once admired the princess and even betrayed my family. But even so, I cannot allow the Royal Faction to be in cahoots with the cultists, and I do not want to see the princess fall into it. "
Every word was said, and the hall was silent for a moment. Everyone present had already guessed what was going on, but they could not help but feel lucky that they did not provoke House Seifer.
It was too vicious.
Brendel pursed his lips. There was no mention of this viscount betraying the Royal Faction in the slightest. Instead, he was praised for his loyal pursuit of love. This person was really good at hiding his emotions.
His heart was filled with shock, but there was also an inexplicable sense of relief. At least the Royal Faction was stabbed in the back. It was better than being stabbed in the back, wasn't it?
But this was a big problem. If he remembered correctly, the little prince was taken away by the Royal Faction. This was going to be troublesome. And there was even more trouble to come.
He suddenly saw Benninger turning towards him.
What was this guy doing?
"Count Benninger, this Mr. Brando beside you, I'm afraid he's not your aide?" While Brendel's thoughts were running through his mind, Benninger spoke to Dilferi coldly, "What are you waiting for?
"Ah …"
Dilferi was stunned. She never thought that the battlefield would come to her so quickly. According to Brando, they were supposed to help the princess leave Ampere Seale. This was also the mission of the Swordkeeper Family.
Instead of facing these messy questions head-on —
Benninger did not expect her to answer. It was enough to make her look surprised. He continued to ask aggressively, "Mr. Brando, the earliest news I have is that you came from Bucce, and claimed to be a Highland Knight. Then you rebelled in Tónigel, killed the local lord, and gathered people to rebel. "
"And the other truth is that your real identity is a Sheep Head Disciple, and you are involved with All For One. And now you are conspiring with the Royal Faction to seize the power of this kingdom. Am I wrong? "
The Viscount raised his chin slightly, "Whether it's true or not, you don't have to answer. We just need to ask the noble Knights from Karsuk, whether you are the descendant of the so-called Highland Knight, where did your noble identity come from, and the truth will be revealed. "
Brendel furrowed his brows.
The other party came prepared …
Although he wasn't afraid of being exposed, his identity as a rebel was going to be confirmed after today. But he could not help but turn around and look at the real Knights from the mountains and highlands.
After being a pirate for more than a year, it was inevitable that he would feel anxious when he saw the real deal.
Benninger smiled confidently and turned to the leader of the Highland Knights, "Dear leader, rumor has it that you always keep your promises and abide by the creed of the Knight. We believe that you will never lie, so why don't you tell us the truth?"
Benninger was good with words, and the leader of the Highland Knights smiled. He was indeed an old-fashioned Knight. The Highland Knights were passed down from his family, and the Knight's spirit was almost ingrained in his bones.
The leader raised his head. From afar, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, but Brando happened to know this man named Bunide Norbert. When the man's eyes fell on him, he could not help but feel guilty.
The title of Steel Knight was not given out of nowhere.
This seemingly easy-going uncle had a great reputation in Karsuk. The number of Madara's generals that died in his hands was in the double digits, both in history and now.
It was also because of him that Madara did not have much of an advantage in Karsuk during the first War of the Black Rose.
The middle-aged man smiled back at Brendel, but his gaze shifted to the area behind Brendel.
"The Shire, is it you?" he asked seriously.
Wow …
There was an uproar in the hall.
…
(PS: Where is the truth …?) (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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