"We'll split into three groups. Rogers, you and Earl Jean will seize the west gate of Graystone Town and ensure that we have a way out. I'll let The Shire go with you to deal with the high-level creatures in Jorgendy Ridge's army." Brando looked at the four Knights of the internal court and deliberately emphasized the words "Earl Jean". In fact, everyone present understood that Brando was handing over the command of Earl Jean's private army to the four internal court Knights. As for the so-called "going with Earl Jean", it was just a fig leaf to avoid embarrassing the Earl.
Earl Jean could only let out a low snort not far away to vent his dissatisfaction. He had no choice but to lower his head when he was under someone else's roof. Moreover, to be honest, this arrangement was quite to his liking. At least, it was much better than having his army stolen by the other party.
Of course, in terms of attitude, he would definitely not be nice to Brando.
In response to Brando's order, Rogers nodded silently. He knew that the young archmage was not only here to help them, but also to monitor them. The Earl would not be completely at ease leaving the army to Cruz's people.
Brendel saw that Rogers had no objections and nodded in satisfaction. He trusted the Queen's Inner Court Knights. Rogers was an upright person and did not have the bad habits of a noble. He continued, "Medissa … …" But suddenly he saw the merchant girl jumping and waving at him with all her might. He could not help but sigh, "Alright, Romaine, I'll leave the diplomatic group to you. There's a bakery in Graystone Town called Roves' Compass. There's a secret passage there that leads to the lower reaches of the Silver Stream Valley." He looked at Rogers. That bakery was actually the secret base of the Inner Court Knights in Graystone Town. This information was also given to him by the latter. Rogers nodded in confirmation. Brendel turned back, "Miss Nasha will bring you and the diplomatic group to find that place. Medissa will also lead a squadron of White Lion Infantry to protect you. Also, I'm leaving everyone's safety to you, so this time you have to at least act more seriously." Romaine nodded in confirmation. Brendel turned back, "Miss Nasha will bring you and the diplomatic group to find that place. Medissa will also lead a squadron of White Lion Infantry to protect you.
The merchant girl's eyes sparkled as she nodded vigorously.
Brando was still not at ease seeing him like this. He simply said to the Duke's daughter, "Miss Eugenie, I'll have to trouble you."
The Duke's daughter turned her head away, not wanting to see him at all. She said coldly, "I'll naturally be responsible for my own safety." Then she added, "Besides, I think the Roman lady is much more reliable than you. At least she won't start a war for no reason."
"That's because you still don't have enough contact with her." Brando criticized in his heart, thinking that the young lady would soon regret her words. However, the diplomatic group would not encounter too much trouble on this route, so he dared to leave it in the hands of the Roman. Even if there was a battle, among the people accompanying them were Eke and the sergeant from Yanilasu. In addition, among the captives of the Cruz, there were also the Knights of the Summer Solstice Knight Regiment. Among them, there was even the vice commander, Blofeld, who was at the peak of the Gold level. In addition to Metisha, their safety was still guaranteed.
The order he gave to the diplomatic group was to guard the entrance of the secret passage. If there was an unpredictable situation on the other routes, then they could at least retreat through the secret passage. This was the worst-case scenario, and it could be considered as leaving a backup plan for the whole plan.
As for the last route.
Brando glanced at Sir Cooper who was not far away. Cooper still did not know what was happening in the sky at this moment. The attack of the gargoyles was carried out in complete secrecy. On the side of Cruz, only the four internal Knights knew about it, so the knight was still dejected at this moment, with a hopeless look on his face. "Sir Cooper," he asked, "Would you like to come with me to deal with Count Alcorn and the other Imperial nobles?"
Cooper was slightly startled, then slowly raised his head to look at him, his expression was as if he was looking at a psychopath.
"Why, Sir Cooper, if I remember correctly, you should be the retainer of the Count. Is your loyalty to the Count only limited to this?" Brando asked again.
Cooper licked his dry lips and replied, "With all due respect, Count Tónigel," he stammered a little and replied, "Your plan sounds perfect, but the problem is, you don't seem to have said how we should enter the city. Should we fly in?"
"Fly in?" Brando smiled and shook his head, "That would be too slow."
He snapped his fingers lightly.
In an instant, a dozen light doors opened in front of everyone. Cooper was almost stunned by the scene in front of him, and Rogers even whispered, "The Buga's teleportation circle!" He looked at Brando with a complicated expression, "Count, the craftsman mages are indeed supporting you."
Brando put his index finger to his lips and smiled, "Mr. Knight, you know so much. If Sir Cooper hears you a little louder, he might start to suspect your identity."
Rogers' expression changed, and he thought that hiding his identity as an internal Knight was more important for him, so he cautiously shut his mouth.
Cooper seemed to finally recognize these things. He had been fortunate enough to see the Door of Flame of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Although these portals were not as spectacular as the opening of the Door of Flame, the aura that represented space and time was the same. He stammered and asked, "My … my lord, this … this is a portal."
"Correct answer, but no bonus points." Brando replied with a chuckle.
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A white light flashed in the portal, and Brando and Maynild appeared in the secluded courtyard one after another. The teleportation circle continued to flash behind the two of them, and Cooper and his guards appeared one by one, followed by Jutta and a small group of White Lion Swordsmen. The Tree Elf Druids who were quietly guarding the courtyard immediately bowed when they saw Brando. Brando nodded to them in return. At this time, the Nightsong Tiger came in from outside the courtyard with the two sisters, Felaern and Tia. When he saw Brando, he put his hand on his chest and bowed like a Knight, "My lord."
"Are you ready?" Brando asked.
"We're ready. We've captured a group of Subterrane Dwellers. Just as our Lord said, their loyalty is built purely on the mentality of relying on the strong. They don't have any sense of honor. When we interrogated them, they spilled the beans." The Nightsong Tiger answered very easily. The level of the White City Vanguard card was based on the level of the Fran Knight. Now that Metisha had the strength of an Elemental Awakener, and they were almost at the level of a lower Gold, a few Subterrane Dwellers were a piece of cake for them.
"Do any of you know Jorgendigang?" Brando originally thought that he could show off the Jorgendigang language that he inherited from Sophie, but he did not expect that someone in the Nightsong Tiger's group would know this obscure language. His little sense of superiority was instantly shattered, but he was more curious. In the whole of Wohnde, other than the dwarves in the mountains, there was not much contact with the underground inhabitants of Jorgendigang. Due to the isolation of the Beehive, the underground and the surface kingdoms were almost two separate worlds. Furthermore, the Jorgendigang language was derived from the ancient Dwarven language, which was very different from the Cruz language that originated from the Miirna language. Even scholars rarely studied this language.
Diya, who was standing beside Felaern, was all smiles. She opened her mouth and said a lot of strange words to him. Brendel almost jumped out of his skin when he heard it. [Isn't Diya speaking Jorgenteel Gaogen?] She also had a strong Subterrane Dweller accent, which made him think, 'That's right, that's the smell!' He almost couldn't resist the urge to ask the little girl if her family knew that Qiao could speak Gangese so well. However, when he looked at the stern-faced Felaern beside him, he couldn't bring himself to ask. Most likely, they knew. Secondly, he wanted to make fun of Diya. If Felaern lost her temper later, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
In the end, Brando could only ask in surprise, "Tia, when did you learn Jorgendigang language?"
"Tagiv taught me," the Wild Elf answered proudly, "Isn't that awesome, Brother Brando?"
"Very good." Brendel was not stingy with his praise, causing the latter to chuckle.
After chatting for a while, Brando asked the Nightsong Tiger, "What did they say?"
"I've told you everything I can. As you've guessed, the Lord of the Shader Dwellers is Tamu. He lives in the North of here. These blind people don't know the way, so I've deduced from their descriptions. There are some other places to refer to. The street is very wide, and there's a square with a fountain in the middle. Tamu is stationed there." The Nightsong Tiger pondered for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, then answered cautiously.
Brando looked at Cooper, who had yet to recover from the teleportation. It was not until Brando patted him on the shoulder that the Nightsong Tiger asked, "What's wrong?" The Nightsong Tiger had no choice but to repeat it again. This time, Cooper finally understood. "I know that place. It's called St. Shangde's Square. There's an inn called the Silver Bell there. I once stopped there when I passed by Graystone Town."
"It seems that it's the central area of the city." Brando said, "Our Subterrane Dwellers are quite good at picking places."
Cooper was a little surprised, "Isn't this your first time in the Empire, Count?"
Brando smiled, "The central area of the city is surrounded by the most prosperous areas of the city. Why would my lord stay in a secluded alley?"
Cooper was enlightened.
"Since you know that place, I'll have to trouble you to lead the way." Brando looked at the dark sky and reminded the Nightsong Tiger. The Harpies would change shifts every hour or two, which meant that the residents of Jorgendy Ridge would sooner or later discover that they were under attack. Although there was still plenty of time, it was not the time for idle chatter.
Cooper was a little hesitant. He looked left and right and found that other than the Druids in the courtyard, Brando's entourage was only the small group behind him and the Nightsong Tiger. Although he thought that Tia and Felaern were at most maids and there might be a few more outside the door, it was still a little too little. He could not help but show a bitter expression, "With all due respect, Count Brando, isn't it a little too rash for us to ambush the lord of Jorgendy Ridge with just a few people?"
"Is it still a surprise attack when there are so many of us?" The Nightsong Tiger replied with some disdain.
Brando was not surprised by the nature of these nobles. He comforted the Nightsong Tiger, "Sir, do you think I'll bring you along with me to die?"
Cooper thought for a while and felt that it was more likely that Brando would send him to his death, and there was no reason for him to die with him. He also remembered that the Count of Erouine had a good reputation. Before this, he had personally asked his comrades who were captured by Brando. Although all of them, including Count Jean, wished that the country bumpkin from Erouine would meet with misfortune, they did not deny that Brando treated them well. At least in this aspect, he still had the demeanor of a noble.
Thinking of this, Sir Cooper felt that he had grasped onto a life-saving straw, or rather, a calming pill. He hesitantly nodded to Brando.
Although St. Shangde Square was located in the most prosperous area in the center of Graystone Town, it did not refer to the geometrical center of the town. After two or three expansions, the town had long exceeded the boundaries of the city walls. In the hinterland of the Empire where the fires of war had not been burned all year round, such a situation was very common. St. Shangde Square was located in the heart of the old town. The five main streets that led to the five gates of Graystone Town converged here, forming a large open-air square. Surrounding the square were shops, hostels, local chambers of commerce, and a series of tall buildings. Of course, the most majestic building under the night sky was the temple of the God of Pottery, Kalidas. However, the God of Pottery was extremely unlucky. Last time in Bucce, the undead of Madara only managed to destroy one wall of his temple. Now, this group of Subterrane Dwellers had directly used the temple as an army camp.
Brando and his entourage hid behind a wall next to a nearby shop. When the Nightsong Tiger saw this scene, he could not help but twitch his mouth and said, "Although these Subterrane Dwellers are blind, they can still differentiate between good and bad. They actually used the temple as a place for them to eat, drink, and defecate."
Although this was the era of mortals, and the gods had left Wohnde for thousands of years, and the Dark Dragon and the four sages had established a new order on the earth, the people of Martha had never forgotten the gods' favor in the ancient times. Many people still believed that the gods would one day return to Wohnde. The monks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire were devout believers of Martha, and did not intend to stop this saying. Moreover, the divine spells of the priests had never failed, which proved that the protectors of Order were still responding to the call of their people. This saying was very popular in the countryside, especially in the south of Cruz and Erouine. Poor Sir Cooper was such a devout believer, and when he heard the Nightsong Tiger's blasphemous words, his face turned pale.
However, he did not dare to say that the Nightsong Tiger was wrong, because even in his opinion, these damned Subterrane Dwellers had gone too far.
There was a fountain in the middle of St. Shangde's Square, and the statue in the fountain was said to be a full-body portrait of the local founder, Mr. Shangde. Unfortunately, the statue had fallen from its pedestal and was smashed into pieces. There were two razor boars next to the statue, drinking from the fountain. Not far from them, their tamers, more than ten purple-colored, long-maned Subterrane Dwellers, were either standing or sitting on the marble steps of the Holy Cathedral. They were communicating in a language that most of the people present did not understand.
"How vulgar." Even Brando could not help but shake his head. The Subterrane Dwellers were not civilized, and they only believed in the mysterious spirits of the dark caves. It was unrealistic to expect them to maintain basic respect for Cruz's history and culture.
He pointed to the rooftops of the nearby buildings and said, "Tia, Felaern, you two take care of these noisy things." He was referring to the Harpies on the rooftops. There were a total of seven Harpies monitoring the entire square from the top of the Chamber of Commerce and the Noble Assembly. They were especially alert in the dark, constantly leaping up and down, attacking each other and making shrill noises. It was very annoying.
"No problem," Felaern replied, and Tia nodded firmly.
Brando then pointed to the Subterrane Dwellers at the entrance of the Holy Cathedral and said, "Jutta, I'll leave these to you. There's a total of eighteen rats. Don't let them make a sound." The White Lion Guards that accompanied the diplomatic party were basically the best of the best. The ten chosen for this raid were the best of the best, and each of them was at least a mid-Silver. They could even put up a fight against a razor boar. Brando was not worried at all that they could not deal with a group of Subterrane Dwellers.
Jutta hesitated for a moment. She brushed her flame-like hair away from her forehead, but she still nodded.
"There are two razor boars left. I'll take care of one and leave the other to your guard captain. These things don't have much intelligence. Just don't let them make too much noise," Brando said as he looked at Cooper's guard captain, "Mr. Walton, what do you think?"
Walton, a swordsman who made his name in Ludwig, had a pair of thick eyebrows. He looked at Brando suspiciously, as if he was doubting the strength of this young man. But in the end, he still nodded.
"Maynild, stay here with the druids to deal with any unexpected situations," Brando said.
"Yes," the Knight replied calmly.
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