A snow-white warhorse carrying a messenger was galloping through the rebuilt port of Ampere Seale. It passed near the war memorial that was being built in the white square, causing quite a commotion.
White pigeons flew up from the square, and the workers by the scaffolding could not help but look back in surprise. The monks in robes by the fountain stopped to watch, and the messenger's ribbon embroidered with the crescent moon emblem shone slightly in the sun.
It was a royal messenger.
This was the first time in half a month.
Something big had happened, and everyone was suspicious. But only those who were in the know understood what had happened.
That person had woken up.
The chaos in the port for half a month had finally come to an end.
…
"Really?" Her Royal Highness, who was talking to the maid, also turned her head. She looked at the attendant who had sent the message, and her beautiful silver eyes revealed an uncontrollable surprise. "Wait, I'm going to see him."
"Your Royal Highness, please tidy up your appearance first." The maid at the side immediately reminded her.
"No need." Gryphine did not look back. She had already lifted her skirt and hurried out. "Timis, help me prepare the carriage."
As if in the darkness, Brando felt like he had experienced a long dream. Everything in the dream was both real and blurry. He remembered the sawmill where he practiced swordsmanship when he was a child, but there were many people he knew and did not know in the sawmill. His grandfather taught him swordsmanship under everyone's gaze.
After a while, there was a scene of tall buildings and endless traffic. His senior was wearing a gray trench coat and a thick scarf. She was reading something in a bookstore on the other side of the crosswalk. He desperately called her name, but she did not seem to hear him.
He rushed across the road, but the scene changed again.
Everything went dark, turning into a tranquil lake shore. A tall tower stood by the lake, and a black moon was reflected in the water. Bits of starlight floated in the sky. This grotesque dream seemed to be hinting at something.
Brando waded alone towards the tower. He saw the shadow of a wolf walking through the forest, and it made him shudder.
Suddenly, the whole world shook again, as if the dream had been pulled out of his mind, and the scenery began to collapse. The binding light broke through the darkness, and then his eyelids moved. His eyeballs could feel the faint light outside through the capillaries under his eyelids.
At that moment, his five senses that had been silent for a long time seemed to be working again. He first heard the chirping of birds, as if it was a pleasant morning. However, he lay on the warm bed and pondered for a moment before he remembered everything that had happened. His memories were like fragmented fragments that gathered in his mind, forming a complete line.
He opened his eyes.
The light behind the gauze curtain made him immediately squinted.
Then, he saw Romaine sleeping soundly beside him. Half of the merchant girl's body was on top of him, her small face pressed against his chest. Her mouth was open, and her saliva formed a silver line on the blanket.
Brendel finally calmed down when he saw this. He was still alive. But where was this place? What was the result? What about the princess?
He soon found himself lying on a soft bed. The bed was like a work of art. The pillars covered in gold leaf supported an almost unimaginably luxurious vault, and countless gauze hung down from all sides. This scene immediately made him associate the word 'palace' in his mind.
He looked up and immediately saw Amandina looking at him nervously. Amandina was a little embarrassed. In her opinion, the fiancée of the Lord was not very elegant, but she could not persuade the Roman to leave Brando. The merchant girl hugged Brando tightly, as if she was holding a treasure.
She could only sigh, "My Lord … You're finally awake." She did not say the second half of the sentence, but Brando could see the joy and relief in her eyes.
He knew very well why Amandina sighed, and he could only helplessly accept the merchant girl's behavior. He nodded gently to Amandina, and his eyes saw Metisha behind her. The Silver Fairy Princess was accompanied by two handsome and clean elven warriors with long hair draped over their shoulders.
The Silver Elves really came, Brando thought in his heart.
"My Lord."
"My Lord."
"My Lord!" As soon as Metisha opened her mouth, everyone followed. Mephistopheles looked like they were about to cry. If it wasn't for Andrique's fierce glare, The Shire and Carglise would have given him a thumbs up. Finally, Brando saw Scarlet sitting on the sofa behind everyone.
The seemingly introverted girl only glanced at him from afar, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
"What was the result of the battle? Where is the princess? "Although everyone was here, it seemed that the result was obvious at a glance. But Brando was still worried and asked again.
An old but bright voice answered for Amandina, "Because of the noble actions of a brave young man, Ampere Seal- no, the whole of Erouine was saved. Don't worry, my friend. "
This unexpected voice made Brando turn his head. Only then did he realize that there was a silver-haired, silver-browed old man in a white robe sitting by the window. Who else could it be other than the master of the Silver Fortress, Tuman?
"Master Tuman, you're here too." This time, Brando was really surprised. The Silver Elves came because of his request, but Tuman was an unexpected guest.
But he actually already knew why the other party was here.
Sure enough, Tuman smiled and replied, "It's an invitation from an old friend. No matter what, there's a demon here, so I should come back. It seems that I have to apologize to you about Wood, I forgot that guy is so stubborn. "
Brando was silent. He was not blaming Wood, but thinking that the nobles were also so stubborn. If there was a little room for negotiation, it would not have gotten into the situation that day. Countless lives and blood were paid for this indifference.
Tuman continued, "As you know, the archbishop himself is very regretful. In fact, he has given up the archbishop and all his duties in the Holy Cathedral, and is willing to use the rest of his life to atone for this."
"Oh?"
Brando was slightly startled. In order to save the reputation of the Holy Cathedral of Fire to the greatest extent, Wood had actually gone to this step. People of their status generally would not make an oath casually, and once they made an oath, it would not be easy to change it.
Wood had cut off his own path of retreat and gave up the opportunity to be promoted to the core of the Holy Cathedral. Originally, the threshold was only one step away from him.
Although he felt that this old man was a little superfluous, Brando still regained some respect for the archbishop. If a person had such principles and pursuits, at least he would not be a shameless person.
Everything before could only be attributed to the different pursuits of each person. Brando sighed and asked, "… So, the archbishop intends to stay in Erouine?"
Tuman looked at him approvingly.
"My old friend originally wanted to live in seclusion in Erouine and be a district priest to see if he could contribute a little to the reconstruction of Ampere Seale. But the Holy Cathedral has arranged another position for him. "
"Hmm?" Brando heard the two words' Holy Cathedral 'and his ears pricked up sharply.
"My Lord, the Holy Cathedral of Fire has asked Archbishop Wood to be the liaison between the princess and the northern nobles, and Archbishop Wood has accepted it." Amandina replied.
"Liaison?"
Brando was slightly startled. This was interesting. He had never heard of such a position in the Holy Cathedral. But what was the Holy Cathedral of Fire planning? Did they want Wood to make up for his mistakes, or did they have other intentions?
To be honest, of course, it was the best choice to reconcile with the Holy Cathedral through this incident. After all, the Holy Cathedral of Fire was a behemoth. Even if it was inevitable that they would clash with the Cruz Empire in the future, Brando at least did not want it to be now.
But now it seemed that the Holy Cathedral had not given up.
He frowned, "So, the Holy Cathedral still wants to mediate the relationship between the North and the South?" The rigidity of the Cruz Empire was really beyond his expectations. He thought that they should have learned their lesson by now.
"My young friend, otherwise what are you going to do? Expel all the nobles in the North, or kill them all? "Tuman looked at Brando with eyes full of wisdom.
Tuman's words woke Brando up. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have thought of the problem too simply. Indeed, he could not kill all the nobles, nor could he expel them. No matter how bad the nobles' reputation was, at least he did not want Erouine to be torn apart immediately because of this.
His brows were deeply furrowed.
Besides, there were also many outstanding talents among the nobles. He had to admit that due to the difference in education level, the chances of producing talents among the nobles were much higher than among the commoners. Of course, he could find a way to let the commoners have the right to receive education, but this was not something that could be done overnight, and the kingdom could not be left ungoverned for a day.
Her Royal Highness had actually started to do the same thing, but it would take at least a generation to see results. And before that, he did need the help of the nobles to build the future Erouine.
But the crux of the problem was that most of the nobles had their own interests in mind. People like Eikkel and Count Audine were too rare.
"But we can't just let them go. Besides, the cultists have already infiltrated these nobles. The Holy Cathedral of Fire may not be at ease." Brando thought for a moment and decided to start with the simple aspect first.
"But they have no reason to believe you," Tulman replied slowly. "Besides, you have to believe that people won't make the same mistake over and over again. My old friend is also a shrewd person. Otherwise, do you think with his character, he would blindly follow the orders of the Holy Cathedral?"
Brando thought for a moment. As a practical member of the Holy Cathedral, Wood did not seem to be a blind believer. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Does he want to stay and help Erouine? What can he do? What is his purpose? "
"Well, it seems that you know my old friend very well." Tulman raised his eyebrows in surprise. "In fact, the reason is very simple. I can see that my old friend thinks highly of you. Otherwise, he would not have invited me here."
"Archbishop Wood, he …" Brando heard an incredible message from Tulman's words. Wood actually wanted to make peace with him. He suddenly realized that Wood must have realized some of the drawbacks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire from this disaster.
Could it be that this guy wants to change the way the Holy Cathedral of Fire does things?
He shook his head and threw this terrible idea out of his mind. "So, how is he going to deal with the nobles in the north?"
"I don't know, but you'll understand when you see that person," Wood replied.
"Who?"
"You'll understand when the time comes," the master of the Mithril Fortress smiled mysteriously. "Let's talk about your physical condition first. I'm curious how you could survive with that kind of injury. I'm afraid that even the Silver Folk don't have this ability. "
"This …"
Brando was slightly startled.
He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have fought with the Titan that day. At that time, his HP had dropped to less than a few thousand — of course, it was negative. It could be said that even if there were ten priests surrounding him to treat him after he was unconscious, it would be too late to bring his HP back to a positive number.
After all, at that time, the Unyielding Talent could only last for half a minute at most.
But now, he was alive and well, and his body did not seem to be in any discomfort. Tulman asked him how he managed to survive. To be honest, it was a mystery even to him.
He suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Thank you for saving me, Master Tulman."
Tulman laughed. "It's not me who saved you. You have to thank this lady."
"Huh?" Brando was stunned and immediately heard a dissatisfied snort. "Hmph!" He turned around and immediately met the pair of golden eyes.
There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the golden eyes.
It was a crystal-like color, with a bright flame burning inside. It looked breathtaking, but it was full of a confident temperament. This pair of clear and transparent eyes belonged to a girl. Her owner was very short, and her long curly hair hung down playfully on her shoulders.
She was still wearing the same leather armor as last time, but she had changed her expression. She did not see her sword, but she was holding a book.
Brando saw that the name of the book was "Erouine's Cookery Anthology." It was written in the Draconic language, but he could understand it.
If ordinary people saw all this, they would think that this was a little girl full of vitality and had a hobby for cooking. But if they really thought that, it would be a big mistake.
Because this little girl who was staring fiercely at Brando was actually a dragon.
And it was a very angry and dissatisfied little female dragon.
It was as if fire was about to come out of her mouth.
…
(PS: Yesterday, I organized the ideas and outline for the new volume. Today, I wrote two chapters, but I will only publish one. If I can write two more chapters tomorrow, I will publish two more chapters. After all, it is a new plot, so I have to leave some leeway. That's it.) (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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