"Of, of course," Haruz stammered.
"Thank you, little brother." The little girl thanked him again, then lifted her skirt and sat down next to the future king of Erouine.
However, Haruz obviously didn't have the self-awareness of being a crown prince. His face was as red as a ripe apple, and he looked helpless, as if he wanted to get closer to the little girl, but was afraid of touching her and causing her displeasure.
Brando couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this scene. The little prince's behavior was not even comparable to that of an ordinary noble's, let alone a member of the royal family. He really didn't know how Oberwei and his sister taught him.
However, he thought of an interesting question. If Haruz really liked this little girl, then what would happen to Eke and Yura's daughter, Ellara in the future?
Would this be a change in history?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and stare at the little girl. To be honest, he also admired this little girl. In Erouine's era, most of the daughters of the common people couldn't be as graceful as her, and most of the children of the noble families were domineering and had long forgotten the etiquette of the sages.
In Brando's mind, Vahina was a typical example. But fortunately, the girl's nature wasn't bad, and she didn't give him too much trouble. But the other one …
He couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of the prime minister's daughter.
But just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Laurenna ask with some concern, "Little girl, what's your name?"
The little girl looked up at the female Knight and replied in a childish voice, "Originally, Mommy said that names shouldn't be told to strangers. But I know you're a good person, sister, so I can tell you in secret — "
Then she leaned over and whispered in Laurenna's ear, "Big sister, my name is Mikaya."
But although this sentence was whispered, at least half of the people present heard it clearly. Except for the little prince and the greatly weakened The Shire, Metisha, and Hipamira, Brando, Freya, Scarlet, Maynild, and Firas all heard it clearly — after all, as beings with strength above Silver, it was very easy for their senses to hear a little girl's unintentional whispers at such a close distance.
But the mountain girl and Freya naturally wouldn't say it out loud, and Firas' mind wasn't on it at all. In fact, he had been staring at the jar of honey next to Brando with drooling desire.
Of the four, only Brando raised his eyebrows slightly.
Mikaya —
The name. It sounded familiar..
He immediately became alert. Now, he was very sensitive to this kind of feeling. In the past, there were too many records of background, history, and information in the game. Not everyone could be omniscient, but most of the names and events that were well-known would more or less leave a mark in the hearts of the players.
The deeper such a mark was, the more important the event was. And the War of the Black Roses, an unforgettable event for Brando, would never be forgotten for the rest of his life.
A name that he was familiar with but couldn't remember meant that there were two possibilities.
One possibility was that the meaning of the name itself wasn't very outstanding, but it occupied a place in history. The other possibility was that the owner of the name might be very famous, but had little interaction with him.
The former was the replacement of some small local lords, and the latter was the owner of a secondary seat in the Council of Twelve of Buga. Although the Council of Twelve of the Silver Folk was a terrifying existence, Brando really couldn't remember the full names of the others except for the two names William and Tuman.
Of course, he might be able to remember the other person's identity when he saw the name, but it wasn't so easy to remember every detail.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but straighten up a little seriously. And at the same time, he saw the female Knight Maynild opposite him also cast a somewhat serious look at the little girl —
But the little girl was sharper than he thought. She seemed to notice Brando's abnormality and looked up at him with some fear. "Uncle, what's wrong?"
Uncle … Uncle?
Brando almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Even if he counted his birthday next month, he was only twenty-one years old! Twenty-one years old! How did he become an uncle?
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down with great difficulty. He thought to himself, forget it. Anyway, with the age of his other soul, being called uncle wasn't a big deal. He paused for a moment and asked in what he thought was the most gentle voice, "Little girl, you said your name is Mikaya? What's your full name? "
Brando dared to guarantee that his expression at that moment must be the most gentle, and would never be mistaken for a strange uncle who used lollipops to kidnap a lolita — but he immediately discovered that it was just his illusion.
Mikaya looked at him with some fear, suddenly slid down from the chair, and carefully replied, "My name is Mikaya, uncle. My mom and dad are coming soon, I'll go first, thank you — "
Then, she bowed to everyone and ran outside.
"Wait …" Brando was slightly startled and was about to reach out to stop the little girl. But it was at this time that he saw a man running in from outside the door of the inn.
As soon as the man entered the inn, he shouted, "Found it, sir!"
Only then did Brando notice that the man was bald. This was the innkeeper who had been sent out to help him inquire about the news. Seeing this guy, Brando swallowed the words that were in his throat back into his stomach. He glanced at the little girl called Mikaya from afar, and the latter had run to the counter in a short while.
Forget it, Brando couldn't help but sigh — anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, and his most important task was obviously not to investigate the identity of a little girl. On the contrary, the most important thing for him now was the news that the bald innkeeper had brought back.
He didn't know if he had found any useful information.
He looked in that direction, and the bald innkeeper had already run to their side, panting. He looked at Brando with an extremely admiring look, and replied while panting, "Sir, you really have god-like foresight —"
"Just tell me the result." Brando threw a gold coin over, well aware of this guy's trick.
"I went to ask, those hunters did go directly into the forest without any preparation, which is strange, I haven't heard of anyone who dared to be so bold in so many years." The innkeeper smiled good-naturedly as he put away the gold coin, and replied naggingly, "They didn't prepare any tools, they didn't even bring any supplies, they must have lost their minds."
"They're not crazy," Laurenna's voice cut in, interrupting him. "It's because someone prepared supplies for them."
"Who?" The innkeeper was stunned.
Except for him, everyone sitting there looked at each other with a look of understanding, even Firas, who had been slow to react.
Who would prepare supplies for those hunters?
Naturally, it could only be that cunning fox Arreck.
Because there had been almost no record of caravans entering or leaving the country recently. So Brando was almost certain that Arreck had not entered Shallow Water Town at all, but they still needed a local guide, after all, not everyone was as familiar with the forest as he was.
So he could infer that Arreck must have bypassed Shallow Water Town, just sent someone to hire some local hunters, and then went straight into the forest.
As long as he had this clue, then the following tracking would be much easier —
Brando's eyes calmed down, he put down the map and asked, "When did those hunters enter the forest?"
"A week ago, my lord." The innkeeper took the money and naturally did his best, answering without hesitation.
A week. Brando pondered for a moment. This was not a long time, and it was very likely that Arreck had not yet crossed the northern part of the Anserra Forest.
But there was no time to lose, they had to get moving right away.
Of course, before that, he had to grasp more advantages. He looked up, and the female Knight Laurenna and her fiance Firas looked at the Lord with some admiration. Although filtering useful information from useless rumors was actually just the most basic compulsory course for most veteran adventurers and mercenaries, but in the eyes of these 'newbies' who had just left home for the first time, Brando suddenly rose to the height of wisdom.
At this time, Brando was pulling out a roll of parchment from under his cloak and throwing it in front of the innkeeper. "You, read this."
"Me?" The innkeeper was slightly taken aback by Brando's sudden action. In his previous impression, although the noble young man was very capable, he was not too different from those playboys. But it seemed that all of a sudden, the noble in front of him had changed, the feeling was like an unsheathed sword, becoming fierce.
Brando pointed at the parchment and nodded to him.
The innkeeper then picked up the parchment with trepidation, and then slowly opened it. But he had just finished reading the first row when he almost threw it out with a shudder.
"Royal … Royal Knight Regiment … My lord, you, you are a royal Knight?" The innkeeper's face was pale, and he could not help but stutter a little, wiping the oily sweat from his head as he asked.
Brando nodded. This was one of the identities that Princess Gryphine had entrusted to him. In fact, after the battle of Ampere Seale, because of the support of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, the princess's forces could almost be considered as the orthodox forces of Erouine. In addition to the northern nobles, Arreck, who had colluded with All For One, had long been declared a criminal by the Holy Cathedral and was wanted by the Holy Cathedral.
So now it could be said that the difference in status between him and the duke was completely different from when he first 'stole' Graudin's title from Tónigel. His real identity used to be a bandit, a rebel, and a bandit, but now Arreck was a heretic wanted by the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
In that case, of course, he would take advantage of this apparent change in status. Brando pushed the parchment in front of the innkeeper and said sternly: "So now you know who we are?"
"My … My lord." The bald innkeeper replied with sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Don't worry, we are not here to cause trouble for you." Brando was speechless as he looked at the man who was scared out of his wits. He had to say something to comfort him: "But I can tell you clearly now that the people who entered the forest are a group of vicious heretics —"
"My lord, you mean those hunters are heretics?" The innkeeper did not know where the courage came from, but he actually interrupted Brando in surprise.
Brando was speechless for a moment. "No, I mean the people who hired them to enter the forest."
"Oh no!" Hearing this sentence, the innkeeper suddenly jumped up as if the soles of his feet were on fire: "So the hunters who entered the forest are not in danger?"
Brando sighed in relief. He did not expect this greedy and unscrupulous man to be worried about others. He could not help but show a slight admiration. He nodded and said: "Yes, so quickly go and find the families of those hunters — their wives, daughters, parents, and those who are familiar with them. They must know the path that those hunters are used to taking into the forest at this time of year. "
He paused for a moment and continued, "We must catch up with those heretics before they do."
"You understand?"
The bald innkeeper was slightly startled, and immediately nodded and patted his chest to assure Brando that he would immediately find those relevant people. Brando was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. After sending him away with great difficulty, he turned around and saw Freya asking worriedly, "Are those hunters really in danger, Brando?"
"There is definitely danger, but it's not a big problem for the time being." Brando thought for a moment and replied, "At least before leaving the Stained Frost Forest, Arreck will definitely not do anything to them."
"My Lord Count, so you said that just to make him hurry up?" Laurenna asked with some confusion, "But won't this make the families of those hunters worry for nothing?"
Brando shook his head. "If we can catch up with Arreck, naturally the sooner the better. I'm afraid that guy will be too careful and waste unnecessary time. Besides, it's better to worry than to actually die. "
"I see, you're right." The female Knight nodded.
Brando turned his head and watched the innkeeper crawl out of the door, his bald head very conspicuous on the street. He took a light breath and looked down at the map spread out on the table. His gaze subconsciously moved to the Lantonilan area, but suddenly he saw a familiar place name:
Arucher.
Arucher, Mikaya …
At that moment, a bright electric light flashed through Brando's mind. He couldn't help but scream in his heart, "F * ck, Arucher, Mikaya –"
"That little girl is the future Witch Queen!"
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(PS: Ten Thousand Strong Baboons are here again! This should be the thirteenth day! What are you still hesitating for! Where are the votes!) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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