The carriage was as quiet as it was when they left. Amandina sat opposite him, and Brando opened his mouth to ask: "Amandina, what do you think of this matter?" Amandina did not speak immediately. The impact of this matter was too great for her, and it took her a moment to recover from the unreal dizziness. She replied as calmly as possible: "I think it's a little too hasty, my lord. At the very least, you should wait until after the battle with Randner before agreeing to this matter. To be honest, this matter at hand has more advantages than disadvantages for Erouine in the future. But with your current status, it seems a little inappropriate. Although Her Highness may not be suspicious, gossip is a fearful thing. If it falls into the eyes of someone with ulterior motives, it will be a sign of your domineering future. Today is different from the past. My lord, you must pay attention to your relationship with Her Highness. " Amandina lowered her long eyelashes, and when she answered, her voice was very soft and soft, and seemed to be rational.
Her answer surprised Brando. Amandina was so old-fashioned and cute in his heart. He originally thought that once this noble lady reacted, she would teach him a lesson with a straight face. Today's situation was not easy to come by. He should not easily put his territory in danger because of his own willfulness, because with Amandina's personality, she would definitely do it. As long as it was for his sake, then she would definitely be serious. But she didn't. The layout and wisdom in Miss Amandina's heart were far beyond his expectations. She had even seen through the layout and true meaning of his arrangement. Her words were something he had never thought of before. He had been so focused on the layout that he had almost forgotten the most important thing — the human heart.
Brando looked at his own Amandina, his heart full of curiosity. It was as if he saw a noble lady who followed behind him step by step, and even haggled with the people for the festival of spring ploughing and autumn planting. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly became a figure similar to Oberwei and Makarov who could really give advice to a superior. Could it be that this noble lady could also level up? He looked at her, his heart full of surprise as if he had found a treasure.
"What is it, my Lord?" Amandina felt a little uneasy under Brendel's burning gaze, but she was not Scarlett or Freya. She could only blush and avert her gaze. She still remembered her duty as his aide. Even though her heart was pounding, she forced herself to remain calm and asked seriously.
"Call me Brando."
Amandina opened her mouth, and her face turned red.
"Is there any way to remedy this?" Brando asked again. He suddenly realized that it was very interesting to disturb the thoughts of Ms. Amandina and then watch her try to remain calm. Amandina, of course, did not notice her lord's bad taste. She took a light breath and nodded: "At least inform Her Highness and tell her what happened. After all, this matter was entrusted to you by Lady Veronica. Your choice is understandable … She … She should understand your painstaking efforts …"
Brendel nodded and looked back at the scenery outside the window. The carriage was passing by a shady road outside Port Gris, and the sunlight that penetrated through the branches of the trees was divided into golden fragments and shadows that were moving at high speed. He thought for a moment and withdrew his gaze. He looked at Shitah who was sitting beside him and rubbing his itch. The dragon had just finished eating the pastries Amandina prepared for him, and his mouth was full of crumbs. He was checking the drawer under the table to see if there were any leftovers. "Stop looking, there's nothing left. Shitah, let me ask you a question. Have you heard of the name Silver Queen or Constance?" Brando asked. The little fat dragon closed the drawer with some frustration and asked back: "Who is that?"
This reaction was expected by Brando, so he asked again: "Then have you heard of any treasure in the Dragon Clan that can rejuvenate people?"
"Rejuvenation," Shitah wiped his mouth with his sleeve, rubbing all the crumbs on his mouth onto his expensive vest shirt: "There are many of these things. The Fountain of Youth is priceless to you mortals, but we have several of them. Yes, Aloz has one." Brando noticed that Amandina's eyes lit up slightly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He knew that Amandina must be thinking about the little female dragon's treasure. Girls really can't avoid this kind of gimmick of eternal youth, even the old-fashioned noble ladies are no exception. But he shook his head: "I'm not talking about this kind of rejuvenation, but the real one. Not only the face, but even the insides of the body are glowing with youth, a treasure that allows people to return to the heyday of their youth."
Shitah's hand that was wiping his mouth froze, and he replied subconsciously: "How can such a thing exist? If there really is such a thing, our Dragon Clan would be an immortal race! "
"It's not to the extent of immortality, even if it only works once. Is there such a thing?"
"No," Shitah shook his head like a rattle-drum: "This has already violated the most basic law of Martha." He looked at Brando again, and said with some disbelief: "My Lord, I see that you are still young, you should cherish the present, there is no need to pursue these illusory things. I heard that the kings among you humans who pursue immortality are all muddle-headed and incompetent tyrants, but if you really want to, I can recommend you to go to Madara and ask those skeletons for advice. "
"Scram." Brando kicked him. Then he turned back and said to Amandina: "Write a letter."
"To Her Royal Highness –"
… …
Summer left and autumn came. This sentence was suitable for the current Viero. It had only been a week since Freya arrived at Fort Vallenden, and the emerald green of summer outside the castle was dyed with a tinge of yellow. Gryphine stood in the corridor, her silver eyes reflecting the rolling hills of the Gonn Mountains. The autumn wind had already picked up, and the maidservants behind her had already draped a shawl over her shoulders. The thick and warm fur shawl contrasted against the princess's delicate appearance, but she stood upright, just like her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. The mountain wind that was called Sharmin blew the silver hair on her forehead. The princess opened the letter in her hand, and the paper fluttered in the wind. Her fingertips were slightly pale, and there was a ball of anger in her heart. She read the letter again, word by word, and could not help but crumple it into a ball.
The princess's actions frightened the maidservants behind her, and one of them asked carefully: "Your Royal Highness?"
"Nothing, it's about that despicable Count Randner." Gryphine felt like there was a piece of paper in her heart, and on it was written Brando's name. She used a knife to poke at it again and again. That despicable bastard, but she did not dare to say it out loud. If news of her falling out with Count Tónigel were to spread, she could not imagine how big of a disaster it would be for the south that had just stabilized.
Her grandfather could not help her much. After all, Duke Viero was first and foremost a duke, and a noble of the kingdom.
"Do you want to invite Lord Oberwei or Count Randner over?" The maidservant asked carefully. She thought that the letter contained military intelligence from the south, but she did not dare to make any more guesses. After all, she was just a maidservant.
Gryphine knew that the Count her maidservant was referring to was Audine, and she shook her head in annoyance: "There's no need, it's not a big deal." She then looked at the crumpled paper in her hand. She wanted to throw it on the ground and stomp on it, but after a moment of hesitation, she peeled it back and flattened it. The letter had become wrinkled and was no longer flat, just like the image of the once flawless knight in her mind. It could no longer return to the dreamy vision of a young girl at the beginning. Gryphine suddenly felt a sense of bitterness in her heart. Why was everyone like this? Makarov, Grandmaster Fleetwood, Arreck, and even this despicable bastard in front of her. Could it be that there was no one in the great Erouine that she could trust?
But she did not dare to reveal such a thing to outsiders. Every word in Brando's letter was heavy, and it weighed heavily on her chest. How audacious of him to involve himself in the matter of the Empire's succession, and then act first and report later. Gryphine bit her lower lip until it turned white. Even Brando acting first and reporting later was not as hateful to her. But did that bastard know how terrible it would be if he angered the Empire? This was the Dragon's Reverse Scale, and anyone who touched it would die.
Gryphine did not dare to let Oberwei and Audine discuss this matter. Even though Oberwei was her teacher and core ally, he was not someone she could completely trust. Fortunately, Oberwei was also clear about this bottom line and did not say anything more. Gryphine was smart, and most of the time, she did not need further reminders. Count Audine was not as sensitive as her teacher when it came to politics, but he was loyal to the Empire, so she could rest assured. However, none of them were the most suitable candidates for the position of internal minister in her heart.
Gryphine did not know why, but there was always a detestable shadow in her heart. Gryphine simply put away the letter and walked towards her study.
"Your Highness?" The maidservants were confused.
"I'm going to write a reply."
Only five days later, Gryphine received a second letter from Tónigel. This letter was different from the first letter, which was a formal report. The letter explained in detail the ins and outs of providing political asylum to Prince Lenarette, as well as some of Brando's own considerations, as well as the troubles and benefits that he might face by doing so. Gryphine sat at her desk, stroking Brando's apology on the letter with her fingertips, and sat in a daze for a while. "It seems that I have wronged him," she thought to herself. "But he promised Veronica, and there is no benefit to his own territory. Is it just to get rid of himself?"
But this time, the half-elf girl carefully checked that the magic seal on the letter was intact, gently folded the letter, and carefully kept it in a box made of mithril. Only she and Haruz had the key to that box, and it was a birthday gift from Oberg the Seventh. No matter where she went, she would take this box with her. After that, she wrote a reply.
The first half of the reply was full of comfort and encouragement from a regent princess to her vassal, and expressed that she did not care about this matter, and hoped that Brando would not have any grudges. But at the end of the letter, Gryphine wrote in beautiful words, "Count, although it may be rude to speak so boldly, I still want to ask you what you think about the future of this kingdom, and the relationship between me, Haruz, and the kingdom and you in the future. I hope that a kind and righteous Knight I have met can answer this question."
When Brando received the letter, he could not help but laugh. The princess seemed to have no way to deal with him, and she actually played the tender card. But he had no ambition, and when he received the letter, he only had the belief to press forward. He had no other words, and immediately replied to the princess. The letter did not contain a single word, only a blank page, and then he placed the brooch that Gryphine had given him on the blank page.
A week later, he received a reply.
There was only one sentence in the letter.
"Mr. Brando, please do as you wish. Erouine's future, together with Haruz, is in your hands."
… …
The forest rustled.
Princess Magadal lay quietly on the large bed that seemed to have grown naturally from the walls of the trees. Her blonde hair was spread over the snow-white sheets, and her eyelids were closed quietly, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale. But everyone in the room could already feel that the princess had regained her breath. Her chest was rising and falling slightly, and her long eyelashes would occasionally tremble, as if she would wake up at any time.
Brando breathed a sigh of relief. He first gave a look to the others, indicating that The Shire, Hipamira, Shitah, and the twin 'sisters' should leave first. Then he turned around and thanked the cold-faced girl behind him, "It's all thanks to you, Miss Furofa."
Shitah had hidden the Dragon's Heart in another nest in the Deadly Tundra, but it was completely destroyed in the explosion. The one that was placed on Magadal's body was brought over by Aloz from the Dragon Clan. Although the little female Dragon was careless, she was a woman of her word. It was just that she was supposed to personally implant the Dragon's Heart into Magadal, but she could not leave because of her confinement period. In the end, she entrusted the cold-faced girl from the Dragon Clan to fulfill her promise. And Brando happened to meet her once in the Legacy of the Saint, the girl that Aloz called Furofa.
He was originally worried about whether there would be any problems, but he did not expect the latter to be so much more reliable than the former. Not only was the entire implantation process clean, but it also seemed that there were no problems at all.
Therefore, his gratitude was also sincere. Ever since the battle of Ampere Seale, he saw Princess Magadal as a friend. If not for them, the princess would not have ended up like this. Every time he thought of the night when Princess Magadal braved the rain to gather information, but was discovered and then executed, he felt very sad. The Nun Princess must have been terrified and desperate at that time, but for the sake of her friendship with Princess Gryphine, she did not hesitate to go. In this era of Erouine, the friendship between Magadal and Gryphine could be said to be the most shining light of humanity in the darkness.
It was a pity that such a gentle and kind girl did not have a good ending in history.
Furofa's appearance was still the same as the last time he met her. She looked at Princess Magadal on the bed, then turned back to look at Brando. She did not speak, but only stretched out her hand and opened her palm.
What does this mean? Brando was slightly stunned.
"Earrings." Furofa's voice was like water dripping on ice.
Brando's little bit of goodwill towards Aloz that he had just built up in his heart disappeared in an instant. He could not help but scold the little female dragon again and again in his heart. It seemed that ever since he met her, she had been thinking of ways to set a series of traps for him, and now, the biggest time bomb was right beside him, ticking away, and he had completely forgotten about it. But this was not the core of the problem. Furofa's earrings had long been damaged in the last battle of Ampere Seale, how could he take them out now?
He mustered up his courage to look at the cold-faced dragon girl, and then remembered what Aloz and Shido said about the symbolism of the dragon's earrings. He could not help but blush. Fortunately, after experiencing so many things, he was finally able to learn how to be thick-skinned like other nobles. After hesitating for a while, he replied, "That, Miss Furofa, your earrings, I was a little too careless and lost them."
The dragon girl looked at him coldly.
Brando felt as if there was a sharp sword hanging over his head that could fall at any time. "That … I think," he stammered, "Actually, I think that a person's marriage shouldn't be related to an item. Although local customs are also very important, but … you see, you're a dragon, and I'm a human. We have to abide by our own customs. You should be able to understand what I mean, Miss Furofa, I mean, actually, before that, I didn't know at all. " In fact, it was not that Brando could not fight with a young dragon like Aloz or even Furofa, but he felt that he was in the wrong first. If he were to fight, then as a lord, he would probably lose all his face. With such thoughts in his mind, his momentum was naturally lower than the dragon girl in front of him.
Furofa listened for a moment with a cold face, and then said faintly:
"You mean you don't want to marry me?"
"F * ck!" Brando looked at her with his mouth agape, not understanding how she understood the meaning of his words. He opened his mouth, and after a long while, he squeezed out a sentence: "This … I'm afraid that's not what I meant."
The dragon girl glanced at him, and her eyes became unprecedentedly cold, making Brando feel as if he was already a dead man in her eyes. "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Mr. Count. I hate those who play with the hearts of young girls the most. You're on your own." With that, she turned around, opened the door, walked out, and slammed the door shut, leaving Brendel standing there with a puzzled look on his face.
Brendel was about to go crazy. "Aloz, what have you done, you bastard!" He roared in his heart.
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