When the carriage's wheels rolled over the gap between the stone slabs, the carriage vibrated slightly and made a continuous rutting sound. The carriage shook slightly, but it was quiet for a moment.
Princess Gryphine seemed to understand Brando's question. Her silver-gray eyes showed a trace of doubt. "Magic? Mr. Brando, Haruz hasn't started to practice magic yet. I intend to let him mature before I consider it. Besides, Haruz is a member of the royal family. In fact, I don't intend to let him get too close to the wizards. "
This was a tradition in the world of Wohnde. Nobles often let their children practice magic, but there were few similar situations in the royal family. Magic was related to mysterious and unknown forces, and as the heir to the throne, it was necessary to stay away from unpredictable dangers as much as possible. Even in those great noble families, the eldest son was rarely born as a wizard. Even for Princess Gryphine, Fleetwood was only her teacher in occultism, wizard etiquette, and history.
"Is that so?" Brando stared at the magic triangle between Haruz's thumb and index finger. The sides of the magic triangle were smooth and almost transparent. This was a sign that there was at least one magic reaction, but it did not form a stable law like the first time he put on the Ring of the Wind. In Brando's memory, there was only one kind of spell that could cause such a change, and that was black magic.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Brando?" Princess Gryphine frowned and glanced at her brother. Haruz lowered his head in fear and put his hands between his knees.
But Brando said flatly, "No, I just feel that His Highness' hands are more like a wizard's than a swordsman's. Most nobles have already started to practice swordsmanship when they are his age, right? " As he spoke, he saw His Highness Haruz look up at him in surprise. Brando saw that Princess Gryphine was not paying attention, so he winked at the young prince. The latter quickly lowered his head, as if afraid of being noticed by his sister.
The princess did not notice this, and she felt a little embarrassed. Haruze had indeed started practicing swordsmanship at a very early age. The problem was, how could she say that her brother was a good-for-nothing who lacked the courage to even hold a sword, let alone practice swordsmanship?
"Haruze, he … Because after leaving the capital, I haven't been able to spare much time to take care of him …" In the end, she sighed and took all the responsibility on herself.
"Sister …" Haruze said weakly.
"Shut up," Princess Gryphine suddenly said sternly. "You have your own reasons for this. You should reflect on it." Brando looked at the siblings and couldn't help but laugh. He thought that perhaps the princess had something to do with the little prince's cowardly side, because compared to the average sister, Princess Gryphine was too strong.
After being reprimanded by his sister, Haruze obediently lowered his head and stopped talking, like a shivering little animal curled up.
But Brando asked even though he already knew the answer. "There's also Lord Oberwei and Lord Makarov, right? If I remember correctly, they are all famous swordsmen in the kingdom."
He suddenly noticed that Roman was feeding a white cat with a biscuit. The white cat was sitting on her lap, and he did not even notice when it appeared. He only saw it with its head held high, and its golden eyes narrowed as it looked at him. Amandina noticed her lord's gaze, and she turned her head and curiously reached out to stroke the cat's head.
Brando saw the cat squinting its eyes comfortably, and only then did he turn his head back. The princess obviously also noticed this scene, but she did not realize the purpose of Brando's question. Instead, she replied: "They have all taught Haruze before, but Haruze's talent in swordsmanship …" The half-elf girl showed a disappointed expression, but also a little helpless.
Since a long time ago, the nobles had to lead their people into battle to defend against the invasion of monsters. The strength of the nobles themselves meant that they did not have the ability to protect those who relied on them. Although with the further expansion of the borders of civilization, the era of peace began to extend, and the symbolic meaning of the nobles' swordsmanship was far greater than its practical significance. But as the heir to the throne, if he was a useless person, it would more or less affect his prestige in the eyes of his subjects.
"Talent in swordsmanship is only one aspect of the problem. Normal people enter the golden age of learning at the age of twelve, and it is not too early to say. But for a qualified swordsman, the first thing he must have is the courage to defeat himself. "Brando looked at Haruze and said slowly. He didn't know if this prince was truly gifted or not, but he knew that for this prince, the crux of the problem probably wasn't his talent at all.
It was courage.
Princess Gryphine looked at him in surprise. Of course, the princess understood the meaning behind Brando's words. "Mr. Brando, what do you mean?"
She was already a little desperate. Oberwei had taught Haruze swordsmanship for a period of time. Although the Wolf Knight was patient, he could not give Haruze the courage to face his sword.
Brando nodded. This was also his original idea. In his vision, a kingdom like Erouine's would eventually move toward a political system similar to the aristocratic parliament of Cruz around the Second Era. It seemed that the princess was also aware of this. But before that, Erouine was the king who overachieved this change. At least he did not want to see a coward who was at the mercy of others.
Moreover, if the players on the forums weren't mistaken, Haruz should have become an outstanding Lord.
"Your Highness, do you also want me to be Prince Haruze's teacher?" He thought for a moment and asked, "But I don't have much experience, and I can't guarantee that I can teach His Highness anything."
Brando was not modest, he was just giving a heads-up. Before him, Oberwei and Fleetwood were the teachers of the young prince. Brendel believed that he wasn't much better than the best of the best in this era except for his ability to foresee the future. In fact, he was far inferior to them.
On the other hand, he really had little experience. However, he was more inclined to experiment with the little prince. The worst result would not bring any negative impact, but if it succeeded, the harvest would be too great.
What's more, building a good relationship with the future King, whether it's with Haruz or Her Royal Highness, would gain a higher reputation. Brendel knew very well how much Her Royal Highness cared about her brother.
Princess Gryphine's idea was completely different from Brando's. The inheritance of Sword Saint Darius alone was enough for Brando to become the prince's teacher. She knew that there was a huge network behind it, not to mention that Brando himself was also outstanding in swordsmanship and knowledgeable.
She took a light breath, and sure enough, her impression of Brendel had deepened. She managed to suppress the surprise in her heart and immediately said to her younger brother beside her, "Haruze, quickly greet your teacher."
But Haruze raised his head and looked at Brando with some fear, then turned back and said, "Sister …" He was obviously still worried that Brando had exposed his secret.
Princess Gryphine did not expect her brother's inner world at all. She frowned like a strict mother and said, "Haruze, Mr. Brando is the descendant of Sword Saint Darius. Even Mr. Buga is not as good as him in swordsmanship, not to mention that Mr. Brando is so knowledgeable that even Master Fleetwood and Lord Garlock have praised him. As your teacher, what are you dissatisfied with?"
Her tone became more and more severe, which startled Haruze. The little prince reluctantly lowered his head to Brando and whispered, "Teacher." His voice was weak and soft like a lamb, which made Brando not know whether to laugh or cry. He could clearly see that although the prince's attitude was respectful, but at this moment, not to mention himself, even a pig under the princess's coercion would obediently call her teacher.
Fortunately, he was not in a hurry. Haruze was just a weak child after all. If he could not even deal with a child after two lifetimes, then he should go home and plant sweet potatoes.
Not to mention that he still had something on the prince.
Thinking of this, Brando could not help but smile and shake his head.
Next, the two exchanged swords according to the etiquette of the world of Wohnde. Of course, this was just a ceremony. The process was that Haruze first took off his sword and handed it to Brando. Then Brando turned the sword around and gave it to the prince. In ancient times, this process symbolized the teacher giving knowledge and a sharp sword to the student, but now this ceremony had become a ceremonial form.
After completing this formal ceremony, Brando had a teacher-student relationship to Prince Haruze. In fact, as a player, Brando had heard of the existence of this ceremony, but he did not know the details. Generally speaking, teachers would teach students for a certain period of observation, and the ceremony would be officially held only when they were satisfied. So of course, he did not know that Her Royal Highness was in a hurry to let Haruze carry out this ceremony because she had a little trick up her sleeve.
In Wohnde, once the teacher-student relationship was established, it was not so easy to remove it.
But fortunately, Brando did not care about this. If Princess Gryphine knew that her Mr. Knight in front of her only wanted to use her brother as an experiment, she would probably stab him to death in this carriage.
Unfortunately, both of them had their own little plans and did not notice the other's' conspiracy 'for a while.
The carriage soon arrived at its destination – the gate of a manor located in the Pasha Road area. Because the reconstruction of the Anderla Cathedral was far from complete, Archbishop Wood had been temporarily staying here for the time being. Princess Gryphine and Brando both heard that this place should have belonged to House Seifer in Ampere Seale before, but neither of them were petty people and did not particularly care about it.
The carriage stopped at the gate of the courtyard. Apparently, Wood had long been prepared to welcome the arrival of Her Royal Highness. Soon, a servant opened the way for them and led everyone into the courtyard. As soon as they got out of the carriage, Amandina hurriedly pulled the Roman to the front, and Her Royal Highness also took a step ahead, leaving only Brando and Prince Haruz at the back.
This was actually a tradition, and Her Royal Highness understood that as a teacher, Brando must have something to say to his new student. But what she admired was that Brando's assistant was so smart and capable that she reacted one step ahead of her.
The etiquette of these upper-class nobles was not well understood by the average person. Even in half of the noble families, very few people paid attention to it.
Thinking of this, she could not help but look at Amandina a few more times.
On the other hand, Brando did have something to say to Haruz. But as soon as he got out of the carriage, he saw Prince Haruz walking alone at least two or three meters away from him, as if he was a scourge. But the little prince still understood basic etiquette and did not dare to overstep, walking side by side with him.
Brando looked at the prince walking with his head down with some amusement. Of course, he knew what the other party was afraid of, "Your Highness Haruz."
Haruz was startled and looked up at him. "How, how … … Teacher … …"
"Her Royal Highness still doesn't know?" Brando asked.
Haruz's face turned white, "Tea-teacher … … I … …"
"Who taught you?" Brando asked. He was, of course, talking about the little prince's practice of black magic. He did not mention it in front of Her Royal Highness at the time, one, because he wanted to leave something to be used against him, and two, because he did not want things to get out of hand.
It was, of course, a matter of course in Madara for the crown prince of a country to practice black magic. But in Erouine, a kingdom ruled by the Holy Cathedral of Fire, it was a big deal. Brando's first thought was a conspiracy, but he did not rule out other possibilities.
First, he needed to get an answer from Haruz.
But Haruz shook his head vigorously, "No, no one taught me … …"
Of course, this did not sound like the truth. However, Brando was puzzled to see that the little prince's face was red, and it did not look like he was lying. He was slightly startled, wondering if it was really as he had expected?
He asked curiously, "What the hell is going on, Haruz, now that I am your teacher, you must answer my questions truthfully. I can promise not to tell your sister. "
This sentence obviously had a magical effect on Haruz. The boy raised his head and glanced at Brando weakly, as if he was a little skeptical, but in the end, he mustered up the courage to ask, "Really?"
"I keep my word, even Her Royal Highness believes me, do you believe me?" Brando replied somewhat shamelessly. He couldn't help but want to scratch his face, feeling that he was blushing a little. But anyway, it was just coaxing a child, so he just pretended not to hear it.
Haruz thought about it and nodded honestly, "Actually … … I don't know why, teacher."
"Huh?" Brando was stunned, this question was almost the same as not answering. But he heard some clues and hurriedly asked, "You don't know why, what's going on? “
I don't know if that counts as magic … … "
"Did you secretly go to the royal library?" Brando immediately asked.
Haruz was slightly startled, looked at him a little fearfully, and nodded. Sure enough, Brando understood and asked again, "You read the books inside?"
He nodded again.
"You imitated the things inside?"
"Yes … …" He answered carefully.
"How many times?"
"Only once … … Please don't tell my sister, Count." Haruz hurriedly begged in a small voice. In his opinion, Brando was already close to a demon, he couldn't imagine how this count guessed all this.
He had accidentally entered one of those forbidden areas before leaving the Royal City, and it was only that one time. And he thought that no one knew about it.
He couldn't help but look at Brando with some fear.
Brando also looked at his new student, he could already be sure that some of the things said on the forum might be true.
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