"All for One?" Roman raised his chin and thought for a moment. "I think I've heard Brando mention it before. It's a cult, isn't it?"
White Mist looked at Benninger expressionlessly. "Nihilists believe that everything is meaningless. There is an Ouroboros in the world. The world is a cycle. After a short period of order, there is a long period of chaos. They have been around since before the War of the Holy Saints …"
Viscount Benninger was stunned. Under the suppression of the Four Holy Cathedrals, most people believed that the Unifying Guild was synonymous with the Evil Cultists, and very few people knew about their history and doctrine.
He could not help but stare at White Mist and ask loudly, "Since you know the truth of the world so well, why don't you join us? You know … our goal is noble!"
But White Mist nailed him to the ground with one sentence. "All for One, all for one, all for one, all for one, all for one, all for one, all for one, all for one, all for one, all for one, all for one. I can't believe that there are still people who believe in such nonsense today."
"No, this is not nonsense!" Benninger roared angrily.
"Roman, give him a hammer." After a thousand years of experience, White Mist had no interest in reasoning with mortals, especially when they had nothing to do with her. Might was the best truth.
"Okay!"
"No, ah —!" Benninger screamed, tears and snot running down his face. He stared at the two demonesses in fear, not knowing who was the real cultist.
"Continue with the next question."
The merchant girl waved her hammer and asked calmly, "So you're saying that you're the third party in this chess game, right? But at the same time, you are manipulating the situation. You are shallow, and your actions are controlled by your own will. Just like businessmen who pursue profit, what is the purpose of your actions? "
"…" Benninger was silent for a moment. He looked at the shining hammer and could not help but tremble. "Of course it is to overthrow Erouine."
Roman turned around. Miss White Mist yawned and said, "Half-truths and half-lies. The truest lie that mortals tell is seventy percent truth and thirty percent lies. However, they don't know that all lies are to cover up the truth. All lies run counter to the truth. "
"So 30% of the lies are just to mislead. Think about it, under the purpose of subverting Erouine, All For One's actions must have its core interests, right?" The merchant lady nodded in agreement.
Benninger stared at the Roman as if he had seen a ghost. "You … Are you playing dumb?"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was hit hard in the head. As the viscount screamed, the Roman corrected him seriously, "The Roman is the future of the world's first class of merchants. This is called 'great wisdom appears to be stupidity'. Idiot."
White Mist looked at the pitiful creature with a pair of dead fish eyes. She shook her head and thought to herself, 'Actually, you guessed right this time. This guy is an idiot. He just has a pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts.'
The existence of witches was to toy with people's hearts. Just like what she had said before, no one could resist their desires.
The Roman clapped his hands and looked at Benninger. "What do you want? Tell me."
Benninger's face was filled with grief and indignation. He tried his best to control his mouth, but he could not escape from his heart. After a difficult struggle, he slowly opened his mouth.
"Jorgendy Ridge."
… …
As promised, Sani brought Amandina down from the ship before nightfall and rushed to the princess's army. However, Amandina's arrival brought a piece of news that gave Brando a headache. The little Roman had gone missing again!
Brando felt a headache coming on.
Recently, the merchant lady had been behaving well. Even he thought that she had 'turned over a new leaf' and put away her headache-inducing whims. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, she would return to her old ways!
If Brando had any thoughts at this moment, it would be to catch the little girl who was wandering around for no reason and give her a good spanking. Unfortunately, he could only think about it. Moreover, Amandina brought back another piece of information, and that was the last words that the Roman said before she left.
Brando knew very well that although the Roman always had some random ideas in her head, her premonitions were always accurate. Whether it was in Bucce or the Eversong Forest, the merchant lady had shown amazing insight in her previous adventures.
Not to mention that she now had another identity: the successor of the Witch Queen.
In fact, after the Roman used witchcraft in Dilferi's manor that night, Brando found out the answer by asking around. The big sister she spoke of was probably the legendary Witch Queen Bingle. At least he could tell from the inheritance that was obtained before and after the underground time node. Besides, the merchant lady could not hide any secrets from him.
Brando quickly calmed down. He did not know if the Roman was still in Ampere Seale at this time, but he could only hope that the Witch Queen would protect her successor better. And according to Amandina's description, the Roman should have a contracted spirit by her side.
In The Amber Sword, a Contract Spirit was similar to a Witch's Familiar, but far more advanced than a Familiar. A contracted spirit was actually an existence between a natural spirit and a low-level god. Most of them had existed in this world for thousands of years, and had rich knowledge and experience. The contracted spirit left behind by the Witch Queen would obviously be more outstanding.
Although the merchant lady usually looked a little naive, Brando knew that she was actually very smart. There had never been a dull person who could achieve success in the business world. With a contracted spirit, she should be able to deal with most unexpected situations. Brando could only comfort himself.
There was a moment of speechless silence between the two of them.
"My Lord, I'm sorry, I …" Amandina could not help but bite her lower lip. She saw Brando's worried look, and it was impossible to say that there was not a trace of jealousy in her heart. Except for Freya, probably no one knew better than her the position of the Roman in Brando's heart.
That Miss Merchant had a free and easy demeanor that transcended everything. It was as if she did not belong to this world, and Brando was the only link that connected her to this world. She liked Brando, anyone could see it, but only Amandina understood that this kind of love broke free from all restraints.
Although the merchant lady never said it. Amandina saw such a simple truth more than once in those black and white eyes: Because to her, Brando was more important.
Even more important than justice, kindness, ethics, because she knew that the Roman never valued these 'external things'.
Amandina lowered her eyelids, she asked herself more than once in her heart. Perhaps she could give up her life for Brando, but some deep-rooted things could not be changed. If one day Brando chose to become the enemy of the world, could she stand up for him and kill all those who opposed him?
If he became a tyrant and went back on his words today, could she still follow behind him without hesitation?
Although this was only a hypothesis, Amandina understood that she could not do it. She might choose to walk to the end of her life in pain, but she had a premonition.
The Roman could do it.
Because there were two people in this world who were so similar. Amandina looked at her Lord. She saw Brando finally shake his head, and opened his mouth to comfort her: "It's okay, let her suffer a little."
This sentence pulled Amandina back to reality from her fantasy. She sighed heavily, and quickly returned to her original position as Brando's number one aide: "Did the Roman lady say those words?"
"A trap?" Brando smiled: "I've already encountered it. The Holy Cathedral set a big trap for us, but in the end, it was all for naught."
Amandina sighed in relief. She was still wearing the long dress when she boarded the ship. Now that she had crossed the sea, she did not have time to rest before directly finding her Lord. At the moment, her whole body was wet from head to toe. Although the dress was thick and did not expose her body, she could not help but feel a little embarrassed.
Brando glanced at her. The wet strands of her hair were still stuck to the forehead of a noble's daughter. This was very uncomfortable for a girl who loved to look beautiful, and Amandina was born a noble. He was a little moved in his heart, and could not help but ask: "Do you want to change your clothes first?"
Amandina's face was slightly red, and she shook her head and answered in a proper manner: "My Lord, you called me here in such a hurry, there must be something important. I'm fine, I might as well listen to it first. "
Indeed.
Brando nodded, and he glanced in the direction of the forest. The sky was completely dark at the moment, and below the hills behind him, Fort Bunuo was burning. According to the inference of the officers, the Black Blade Squad had probably just passed through that area.
But there was not much time left for them.
He made a gesture, and several young men came over at once, carrying a dark object. That thing was obviously a part of a larger metal device. Amandina could not help but frown when she saw it. It was obvious that when this thing was taken down, it was not treated with the courtesy it deserved. She was almost certain that these young men simply smashed it down.
That was part of the Magic Furnace.
To be precise, it was the core part, the core of the Magic Furnace, the Magic Conducting Device. This was Amandina's specialty, and she could tell at a glance that this thing was quite old. It was probably one of the earliest models from half a century ago, but she needed to take a closer look to be able to tell which one it was.
In Amandina's memory, these models of Magic Furnaces should have been introduced by Erouine from the Cruz Empire. There were many such old behemoths in many places. The local lords usually used them to smelt steel. The core parts of these Magic Furnaces were worth a lot of money a few decades ago, but now it should not be worth much.
Of course, it was still much better than Tónigel's furnace.
She could not help but look up at Brando curiously, not understanding why the Lord showed her this thing. Amandina suddenly remembered that The Shire had said before that her Lord's early years were poor, and he seemed to have the habit of stealing and robbing the rich to help the poor. The oil painting of the Shadow Princess that was auctioned in Ampere Seale was one of his famous masterpieces in the early years.
Amandina did not believe it at first, but now she was a little convinced. It was just that the way these things were disassembled was wrong, and almost all of them were broken. She could not help but shake her head and sigh. If only she had arrived earlier.
"My Lord, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fix these things. Even if it is fixed, the money spent will be far more expensive than buying another one." She carefully observed Brando's expression and answered carefully word by word.
"Ah?"
Unexpectedly, Brando was stunned and took a long time to react. "No, no, you misunderstood. Amandina, I didn't ask you to fix them. If you fix them, it will be troublesome. It took me a long time to figure out a way to take them down. "
"Ah?" Amandina was also stunned. She stared at Brando, dumbfounded. "My Lord, did you smash … take them down?"
"Yes, not only that, I need you to take them apart further."
"Why?"
"As you can see, because they are too cumbersome, there are dozens of them here. Those nobles are really rich. But we can't carry so many big things on our way." Brando replied matter-of-factly.
"Ah … …" Amandina suddenly reacted. "My Lord, you want to."
"Yes," Brando nodded. "There are a lot of core waste of Mana Conduction Devices here. Well, I admit that I turned them into 'waste'. In short, how many Disintegration Crystals can you make?"
As he answered, he raised his head and looked at his Amandina. And this was the real reason why he insisted on attacking the Bunuo area.
Amandina stared at her Lord with a strange expression. To her, this seemed a little unprofessional.
… …
(PS: I woke up late. This chapter is a little late. In addition, the outbreak at the end of the month was said to end yesterday. My body is also a little overwhelmed. I will find a way to stabilize the update later. My condition is not very good. This chapter is re-edited.) (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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