After listening to the story, the silver-haired girl was silent for a long time. She rested her chin on her finger and thought for a while. Then she turned around to look at the sun shining through the tall arched window. The sun outside was already leaning towards the west.
"So what is the end of the story, Lord Oberwei?" She asked.
"The end is me telling the story to Your Highness. Isn't the end obvious, Your Highness?"
"That's true. But there is one more thing you haven't said, Lord Oberwei." The princess asked with interest.
"Oh?"
"You said 'he obtained something good in the process'. But, from the beginning to the end, I didn't hear you describe it in words —" The half-elf girl asked.
"Is that so, Your Highness? But I remember that I explained it very clearly." Oberwei smiled and pretended to be surprised.
"Lord Oberwei, are you talking about the badge that Ebdon gave him? It's just a magic badge. It can't be considered something good, right? I think with your knowledge, you shouldn't be talking about this. "
"No, no, of course not. Your Highness, why don't you think about it more carefully? "
The silver-haired girl calmed down and pondered for a moment. "I think it's better to do it in the Valley of the Saints. I remember there was a part of the story that you described very briefly. I think the mystery is in there."
"Your intelligence is unparalleled, Your Highness." Oberwei praised sincerely, "But I didn't mean to be brief. At that time, I did feel two powerful auras lurking nearby, and I didn't dare to get close. I wanted to warn them, but I didn't expect to find out too late — "
"Oh? Lord Oberwei, although you are not known for your swordsmanship, I remember that you are a Lower Gold. There is someone who could make you not want to get close? "The half-elf girl was slightly stunned.
"Almost. But fortunately, it seems that the two powerful existences didn't want anyone to discover them. They must have used some tricks to make them retreat." Oberwei replied with lingering fear.
"If that's the case, that young man must have gotten something from the pouch." The princess thought for a moment. "Yes, my lord, you haven't told me what he saw when he opened the pouch."
Oberbeck had a look of admiration on his face. He looked around and mouthed something.
The silver-haired girl was stunned after hearing this, and her expression changed slightly. "That kind of thing, does it really exist?"
Oberwei nodded, "I've only heard of it in legends before, and I was just as surprised as you at that time. Unfortunately, once that kind of thing is touched by a mortal, it will no longer belong to a second person. "
"It is indeed a pity. Otherwise, it might have been able to change my younger brother's personality. For Erouine, his personality is a little too soft." She looked at the important minister beside His Majesty and said, "Otherwise, no matter what, Lord Oberwei will snatch it over, right?"
Oberwei did not mind and nodded, "Even if he is a friend of Everton's daughter, it is still the same."
"I'm afraid they're not just friends." The princess couldn't help but smile.
Oberwei looked at her and knew that she was reminding him not to have any ideas about her. The minister couldn't help but shake his head. He did consider using the only daughter of King Oberg the Seventh to win over the Highland Knight.
However, with the princess's strength, it seemed unlikely. But he looked at her and couldn't help but think that since she was a daughter of the royal family, she couldn't escape the path of marriage. In that case, the young man was actually a good candidate.
At least, he was much better than many of the noble youths that he had seen before.
Of course, he could only think about it. He lowered his head and said, "Since the story has come to an end, Your Highness, it's getting late. Please allow this old minister to take his leave."
"Lord Oberwei, Lord, please. I still want to stay here alone for a while. "
Oberwei looked up at the silver-haired girl and couldn't help but find it funny. He knew that the princess wanted to avoid her history teacher, Sir Panoson, who was probably waiting for her in the side hall for the whole afternoon. Panoson might even be planning to complain to His Majesty.
"Running away is not a good idea, Your Highness." He couldn't help but remind her softly.
The silver-haired girl smiled and her silver-gray eyes revealed a trace of slyness, "But at least it's a way."
The door closed.
The princess was stunned for a moment. She sat on the chair and looked back at the dust floating up and down under the tall arched window. The golden sunlight seemed to weave a dream, and she couldn't help but think about it.
What happened after that?
*****
The wind started to blow in the forest.
A low breeze blew through the canopy like a stream of water, causing the thick fog to move slowly. Layers of white fog filled the air between the branches, contrasting against the clusters of fiery red berries on both sides of the forest.
When the morning light was broken, the muffled sound of horse hooves came from afar.
The steel-clad hooves crushed the shrubs and berries as they galloped past the sharp stones on the riverbank. The water splashed like white crystal pillars. There were a total of 34 horses galloping across the river. The skeletons in the river felt the tremors of the earth and got up. They were startled by the sound and looked around. However, just as they slowly turned their heads, the phosphorescent flames in their eye sockets reflected a warhorse that was getting bigger and bigger.
They were all tall and handsome Arreck warhorses. Their powerful chest muscles and front hooves directly smashed and chopped these weak undead creatures into pieces, or sent them flying and crashing into the white rocks on the riverbank, shattering them into scattered bones.
The cavalrymen broke through the scattered skeletons and gradually slowed down. Their steps became smaller and smaller. The young knight who was leading the cavalrymen suddenly raised his hand. Due to inertia, the thirty or so horses took two or three steps forward and stopped altogether. More than a hundred hooves stopped in the middle of the stream, and the rapid current could only circle around them.
A loud shout opened the curtains of the morning.
"We won!"
"We won!" Then there was a second shout.
"Long live!"
"Long live Brando!" When the horses stopped, they seemed to have realized something. The mercenaries on horseback raised their hands and cheered in unison, echoing throughout the valley.
Amidst the cheers, Brando took off his leather helmet and threw it far away. He could not help but wipe the sweat off his cold forehead. The morning breeze brushed past, chilling his face. He wore a grey leather armor and sat upright on the horse's back. He raised his head to look at the green mountains around him and thought:
It's over, it's finally over!
He clenched his fists.
It had been a nightmarish battle. When they entered the Valley of the Saints from the wastelands, each of them had used up their last bit of strength.
A mere two thousand refugees slaughtered their way out of tens of thousands of undead creatures. It sounded like a fantasy story, but it happened. Perhaps some of them left, some of them were cold corpses lying on the ground, some of them were sad, some of them were crying, but most of them finally made it out, right?
He turned around and saw that the mercenaries that Freya brought out from the Red Copper Dragon's Tale Gathering were all injured, but they all looked at him with a look of conviction. They knew that he was the one who brought all of this to them.
It was almost a miracle.
But the young man in front of him did it. He said that he would use his sword to lead them to a miracle, and he did it.
Freya brought the militia and chased after him.
The first thing she said when she saw Brando was: "Brando, did we really win?"
Brendel looked at the heroic girl on the horse's back and nodded.
He did not say anything, but the militia behind Freya quietened down. All of a sudden, the civilians, the defeated White-Mane soldiers, and the defeated mercenaries all threw their weapons to the ground. They were stunned, they couldn't believe their ears. After a day and night of chasing, they won just like that?
Even the White-mane army could not defeat the enemy, but they broke through their encirclement again and again?
Someone could not help but ask loudly: "Sir Knight, did we really win?"
Brando nodded.
"Long live!"
"Long live —!" In an instant, the crowd cheered and jumped. They could not help but cry tears of joy. Some of them immediately turned and ran, they wanted to bring this good news to the refugees behind them.
The riders looked at these excited people and could not help but smile without saying a word. Just a moment ago, weren't they the same?
Brando saw Freya staring at him and could not help but ask: "What's wrong?"
The ponytailed girl's face turned red. After days of fighting and managing the refugees, she had grown up quickly. She was no longer the naive girl from the countryside. She looked at Brando and could not help but wonder if the heavens had sent such an outstanding young man to their side to lead them out of their predicament.
"Thank you, Brando." She lowered her head and replied softly.
Brendel smiled, but he looked up and stared blankly at the verdant mountains in the distance. He suddenly remembered that it was the Stag Forest. [How nostalgic.] When he went from Braggs to Fortress Riedon, he passed through that forest. He remembered that there was a wolverine area and an ancient castle. That castle was one of the places he had to go in the future.
Speaking of which, it was time to make a plan.
After a few days of fighting, he had accumulated close to 5000 experience, but he could not use it all to level up. The most important thing was that activating the Elemental Pool required 2000 experience. Brando had already discovered that the Card of Fate was a very useful magic item. Although he did not know why he had never heard of such a thing in the game, activating the Elemental Pool was a priority.
Then there was the Scholar and Knight classes. The Scholar class was a secondary class that all players had to take. Not only could it expand the 'Main Class', it also provided a large amount of experience.
The only problem was that the skills were too weak and it also took up a secondary class. A character only had three secondary classes.
As for the Knight class, it was needless to say. Brando wanted to establish a good relationship with the Holy Cathedral of Fire in order to become a Knight of the Holy Cathedral.
It was not until these two days that he realized that skills were rare in this world. However, he immediately realized that this was not because of the difference between this world and the game. It was because he had misunderstood. If he thought of the people in this world as NPCs, then everything would be natural. After all, only players had the 'Main Class Skills'.
In this way, the many quests that he knew about to cultivate skills became a big advantage for him. Therefore, he had to put learning skills on the agenda.
He could not help but think that perhaps the heavens had sent him here for a reason. This was because the south of Grinoires was indeed the war zone with the lowest intensity during the first War of the Black Rose. It looked like a beginner's area, allowing him to slowly familiarize himself with this seemingly old-fashioned but specious world.
But even so, he was just about to complete his quest.
In history, the Incirsta Dragon used his third-rate army of necromancers, skeleton soldiers, pale knights, black warriors, ghosts and other low-level undead creatures to fight Aouine to a standstill. It was also the beginning of the kingdom's decline. Brando had once scoffed at the decadent Erouine, but when he led this group of NPCs, he realized that war was not so easy.
Sometimes, it was too biased to look at history from the perspective of a player.
History had its inevitable inertia. When it was in the hands of the Regent Princess, perhaps she also found that she was a little helpless. But he did not know what Oberg the Seventh was thinking at this moment.
After all, the decline of Erouine did not happen overnight.
Brando recovered from his thoughts and could not help but let out a long sigh. In any case, he had at least won the current round. Since yesterday, they had wiped out the outermost part of Marcus' combat power. To be honest, compared to the battle on the first night, there was nothing worth mentioning. But as long as they moved forward, they would be at the northern edge of the Valley of Sharp Stones.
So, this was a victory.
Then he felt someone patting him on the back. He turned around and saw Retto. Batom, Uriel, Taron, and Mano were with the bar owner. He was stunned for a moment. Why were they together?
"My Lord, do you have any plans?" The first person to speak was Batum, who had always been rude and uncouth in Brendel's eyes. He had a striking reddish-brown beard, and it was impossible for Brendel not to remember him.
"Plans?"
"We have all discussed it. If you are willing to take us in, we are willing to follow you." Mano looked at him and answered straightforwardly.
These mercenaries had nothing much to say. They were all people who looked for food on the edge of the blade. After the past few days, they found that they were more willing to work under this young man.
Brando was stunned for a moment and realized that these people were willing to be his retainers.
But he was not a noble yet. His noble status was only supported by The Shire, a mage's retainer. But he thought for a moment and realized that he did need some people to work for him. So he pondered for a moment and replied.
"After today, it is not suitable for you to follow me at the moment."
Everyone was stunned, but only Retto understood the hidden meaning in his words: "Then what plans do you have, my Lord?" The bar owner asked.
Brando looked at him: "What plans do you have?"
They looked at each other. What surprised Brando was the security captain, Uriel, who answered: "If my Lord has other intentions, we plan to form a mercenary group. We have all fought side by side, and we trust each other. "
"Uriel, you don't want to be the security captain anymore?" He asked.
Uriel smiled: "No, I have thought it through. My brothers are all willing to walk this path."
"What about the others?" Brando raised his head.
"Other than us, many of the refugees are also interested. After all, most of them have lost their homes. But the people of Fortress Riedon have more thoughts. Other than that, most of the White-Mane soldiers and mercenaries are willing to follow us. The rest are just some farmers. "Batom replied.
Brando couldn't help but look at him. He thought that this guy wasn't simple. He was able to find out the composition of the refugees. Of course, this was also related to Freya not guarding against them.
"Dragon Subduing Pagoda, you too?" Brando looked at the former officer of the White-Mane army. He was one of the backbone of the kingdom. He didn't believe that this person would have other thoughts.
He didn't expect Dragon Subduing Pagoda to look at him. He thought for a moment and replied: "I only want to follow you, my Lord Knight. If you don't agree, I can only return to the White-Mane army."
"Are you disappointed?" Brando asked after a moment of surprise.
Dragon Subduing Pagoda nodded.
"Then let's form a mercenary group and call it The Amber Sword." Brando replied.
Everyone was stunned.
Only Retto asked: "Then, my Lord, what do you think?"
"Think of a way to keep some of the craftsmen among the refugees. Of course, you can't force them." Brando replied: "For your side, let Batom stay with me. I do need some people to do things."
He turned his horse around and said to Dragon Subduing Pagoda: "If you really want to stay, then stay with Uncle Retto. I don't know what I can do for you, but I think you will know soon enough."
Dragon Subduing Pagoda was stunned for a moment and slowly nodded.
"Then where are you going first, my Lord?" Gasol asked.
"I'm going to Anzek. There are people waiting for me there. Then I'll go to Braggs. If everything goes well, I think I'll be able to inherit a territory soon. Then we'll talk about the next problem. "Brando replied confidently.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. There were many nobles these days, but a Knight with a territory was rare. It seemed that this young man was the legendary Highland Knight.
For a moment, many of them felt like following the right person.
Brando raised his head and looked at the mountains in the distance. The plan in his mind gradually became clear.
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