The maid, Edessa, looked out of the balcony worriedly. The sky was blue, but under the veil of clouds, there seemed to be some kind of uneasy haze in the increasingly heavy harbor. In her eyes, the red roofs stretched into the distance, and the magnificent buildings depicted a unique landscape in Pasha Road District.
That was the ostentatious, exquisite, and comfortable taste of nobility. But the traces left by the storm were still there, and the broken branches in the courtyard seemed to be a bad omen.
"I'll get someone to clean them up. The people down there are too much," Edessa sighed and said softly. But rather than saying it to herself, it was more like a question.
She stared at the back of the man on the balcony. His dark brown hair flowed like a waterfall over his red cloak. The edges of the cloak were trimmed with snow-white fur, and it hung down to the ground.
"Edessa, there's no need for that. I won't notice anyway. You know that. You don't have to be so careful, "the man said, his voice as gentle as flowing water. He raised his head and took a deep breath. "Hmm … do you feel it? This is the smell after the storm. The air is the cleanest at this time, as if the world is brand new. "
"But actually, it's very dirty outside at this time of the year. There are branches broken by the wind, and tiles scraped off the roof," Edessa replied, "For ordinary people, it's dangerous to go out at this time of the year."
"Hey, Edessa, if you don't tell me, I won't know. You're always like this. Is the world so worthless in your eyes? "The man could not help but laugh bitterly. Edessa saw him sigh and felt a little uneasy, but she still replied, "My task is to tell you what I see, Your Highness."
The man smiled and did not answer.
She suddenly saw a flock of white pigeons flying in a certain direction. It should be the square of Neusock Street. The maidservant stared blankly at the birds as they spread their wings and soared into the sky, but it was not because she suddenly wanted to be free. She turned around and looked at her master. She asked worriedly, "Your Highness, it has been many days."
"Don't worry," the man replied. Edessa could hear that he was not so sure, but she knew her master's temper very well, so she did not say anything. Instead, she buried the uneasiness in her heart well.
This was something she was used to.
The room was silent for a while, and Edessa quietly watched the pigeons fly away. She suddenly remembered a story she had heard from the elders when she was a child. It was said that when the birds in the north migrated south, they would pass through the storm and fight against their fate day after day in the heavy rain and lightning. But was it really possible? She could not help but look at the figure.
… …
Outside the carriage, the bustling shops and shops formed a unique scenery of the port. Although the aura of war seemed to have just faded a little, the merchants had already filled Ampere Seale with prosperity and vitality.
He opened the carriage door and carefully helped Amandina down from the carriage. This made Amandina a little embarrassed. As a servant, this should be her job.
And not to let the Lord.
Next was the merchant girl. The Roman jumped from the carriage into Brando's arms. Then the merchant girl giggled, causing Brando to pinch her tender cheeks.
"Ah!" The Roman's little eyebrows immediately raised.
Brando raised his head and looked at the carriage on the other side of the square. The curtain of the carriage was slightly lifted, and the half-elf girl watched them from behind, then nodded slightly to him.
Although the princess was eager to find a way to calm the chaos in the north as soon as possible, the meeting with Archbishop Wood was delayed until the next day.
Ampere Seale was currently full of forces from all sides. But in the end, it was still the princess who had the upper hand, followed by the Holy Cathedral and the nobles in the north. The Holy Cathedral was supposed to be strong, but after this well-known mistake, they had to temporarily hide under the table.
As the person ultimately responsible for this incident, Wood was no longer the number one person of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the port of Ampere Seale. After he left the position of Archbishop, the Holy Cathedral had already decided on a new candidate. The new Archbishop, Gladys, was not well-known in the Holy Cathedral, but Brando was very familiar with this neutral party. He was a good man, and in the future, this person served as the Archbishop in the Duchy of Antoburo. He had always called for the Holy Cathedral to maintain a fair and neutral attitude. The Holy Cathedral sending this person to Ampere Seale also showed the change in the attitude of the Cruz people towards the north and south. The new Archbishop would not arrive at the port until at least the middle of the year, so Wood was still taking care of some of the daily affairs of the Archbishop.
Yesterday, when the princess took him to meet Wood, the acting Archbishop, he did not expect the latter to go out of the city to appease the people of the parish. It was not until early the next morning that the Archbishop's invitation was sent to the two of them by the servants.
This time, Brando brought Amandina, but the merchant lady also clamored to go. For some reason, mainly the young lady's performance in the last battle, coupled with a series of discussions on the ownership of the Titan's wreckage, and the key role of the Roman as the actual operator, the name of the young lady had long been known in the port, so it was not very shocking for Brando to bring her along. Of course, the most important thing was that Brando knew that he would never be able to defeat the shameless merchant lady.
Princess Gryphine, on the other hand, brought her brother along. The four carriages soon met in the central square, and at the princess's invitation, Brando and Amandina changed carriages. The three of them squeezed into the princess's carriage, which was painted with lily and crescent emblems. At first glance, Brando saw the young Prince Haruz sitting next to the princess.
The historical Prince Haruz sat quietly next to his sister, just like Brando's impression of him a few years later. He was still a quiet and weak young man, or rather, a child. Both of his hands were cramped on his knees, his head was lowered, and the soft hair on his forehead almost fell to the collar on his chest. If it were not for the white shirt with the royal coat of arms and the lion-patterned sword, it would be hard to believe at first glance that this was the future king of Erouine.
Seeing her brother like this, Gryphine could not help but sigh. In her opinion, Brando was bound to occupy an important position in the kingdom in the future. She originally wanted her brother to build a good relationship with the kingdom's' important minister 'first. In fact, she even hoped that Brando could become Haruz's teacher. This was not a fantasy. With Brando's current strength, he was fully qualified to take on this position. If he still needed to be modest, then no one in Erouine except for an old monster from the Renaissance Era like Tuman could say that they were qualified to teach this prince.
But Gryphine also knew that with her brother's performance, it would be difficult for him to enter the eyes of this' Knight '. After all, the status of teacher and student were complementary. In her opinion, Brando did not need a royal student to show his status, but he was not willing to teach a good-for-nothing student to discredit himself.
Of course, some people might covet this position because they wanted to curry favor with the royal family. Gryphine was used to such cases. Oberwei was willing to teach her swordsmanship back then partly because the world knew that Oberg the Seventh doted on his daughter.
But unfortunately, not everyone was a Wolf Knight, and not everyone was Brando. Gryphine thought of this and could only sigh faintly.
But what she did not expect was that when she felt that things were a little hopeless, Brando, who was sitting quietly on the side, was very interested in the little prince. He sat next to Amandina, who did not speak for a while. Amandina was curiously opening the drawer on the side of the carriage to look for snacks. Obviously, it was not the first time she had ridden in Gryphine's carriage. In short, no one in the carriage started a conversation for a while. Taking advantage of this short silence, Brando carefully looked at the future King of Erouine sitting opposite him.
To be honest.
This was the first time he had seen the little prince in this life, and even in his previous life, he and the prince had only met a few times. Although he had been in contact with the upper circle of the kingdom during the last period of Erouine's resurgence, he had never been familiar with the prince.
Of course.
Nominally, Haruz should have been the King of Erouine at that time.
But because of some well-known reasons, such as the obstruction of Grand Duke Arreck, the future King was afraid that he would not have a day of independence. And in fact, he himself lacked the ability. The Prince Haruz in Brando's memory was just like the present, introverted and timid, which was almost the most fatal weakness of the royal family, or even of the nobility.
Cruz, the famous lord of the lowlands, Hodland, had a famous line in the game: "Nobles can be vicious, insidious, greedy, and even incompetent, but they must never lack responsibility!"
And Prince Haruz happened to be such a person.
His temperament was said to be closely related to the new queen of Oberg the Seventh. This was only a rumor, but the palace struggle had more or less made the prince timid. Although Princess Gryphine was the favorite of the old king, Brando knew that in the royal family, it had always been Seifer, the queen's side, who had the upper hand.
In history, Prince Haruz did not wake up until his sister, Princess Gryphine, was murdered. But it was too late. Later, Madara invaded Erouine for the third time, and Erouine was destroyed.
After that, Brando left this sad place. Later, there was a rumor that Eke and Yura's daughter, Elara, reorganized the Erouine rebellion. Some people said that Prince Haruz did not die in the fire when the capital fell, but was rescued by Buga the Cross, and later married Elara.
But these were all rumors, and no one had seen it with their own eyes. Not to mention Brando, who was far away in Saint-ausol at that time.
But history did not make Brando despise the prince. On the contrary, it only deepened his curiosity. He had read an article on the Internet, by a Erouine netizen who introduced the prince. It was said that although Prince Haruz was shy and introverted, he was actually very outstanding in many aspects, especially in learning magic and swordsmanship.
The article even hinted that the prince might be a Chosen One.
Of course, this was just a one-sided story for Brando. But it did not prevent him from finding out the truth. As far as he knew, Prince Haruz had been learning swordsmanship under the guidance of Princess Gryphine since he was a child, but it was said that it had not been effective, which also made the princess very desperate. So where did the argument in the article come from?
Or was it just to attract attention?
Brando looked at Prince Haruz's hands, which were as white and slender as a woman's. He could not help but shake his head. This was not a pair of hands that had been using swords all year round, let alone the hands of a person with outstanding swordsmanship.
As everyone knew, any talent came from hard training. Even a genius swordsman like Buga was the fruit of countless hours of training. There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Of course, Brando knew that his case was an exception, but he did not think that Prince Haruz was a transmigrator like himself.
But did the little prince in history hate swordsmanship, or was he not good at swordsmanship? Which side was right? Brando sat in the carriage, but Haruz seemed to notice his gaze and retracted his hand in fear.
"What's wrong?" The princess immediately realized her brother's abnormality and asked with some displeasure. The education of the royal family required their descendants to maintain a minimum appearance under any circumstances, and Haruz's behavior today was obviously a bit too much.
She knew that her brother had always been introverted and afraid of strangers, but such a helpless look was too much. In particular, she did not want Haruz to leave the impression in front of Brando that everyone could be bullied.
Seeing his sister become serious, Haruz was startled and stammered, "No … nothing, sister."
"Your Highness, the little prince is only ten years old this year, right? At this age, it seems too early to learn magic." Brando suddenly narrowed his eyes and said.
The nobles often let their children follow some famous court wizards to learn magic and knowledge, such as the chief court wizard Fleetwood, who died in the Battle of Ampere Seale, to Princess Gryphine, and Garlock to the king's eldest son's other sisters.
But in fact, all Wohnde's magic eventually involved the extraction of the power in the sea of magic. Although the purpose was to weave the law, the dark magic would more or less affect the spellcaster, so most wizards were physically weaker.
For the same reason, although most wizard apprentices began to learn related knowledge at the age of four or five, they generally began to learn magic when they were adults. Or at least until the age of thirteen.
But Brando found something interesting in Haruz.
He was almost certain that this young prince had practiced black magic before.
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(Author's Note: I've written a chapter while I'm stuck, so I'm feeling better now, sob sob) 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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