The light in the valley soon became bright and abundant, like a green field. Brando squinted his eyes to appreciate the beautiful picture while answering some questions about the Planeswalker to Kiara. Of course, most of these questions brushed past the secrets that Brando did not want to mention, but it was enough to outline the mysterious and plump outline in the little girl's heart.
When Kiara was not paying attention, Brando quietly integrated the Holy Peak into his Planeswalker world. The snowy holy mountain was next to the Storm's Lair, drawing a pale blue ridge line in the sky of the Gem Plain.
About half an hour later, the scout finally brought back news from the outside.
There was no trace of the Jorgendy Ridge people outside the valley, but there were a small number of cavemen stationed on the plain. These cavemen did not look like the frontline troops of Jorgendy Ridge, but more like a garrison with low combat strength. After receiving this news, Brando was completely relieved. This meant that the main force of Jorgendy Ridge had indeed gone to Asgard, and the remaining old, weak, sick, and disabled were just to prevent the garrison of Loen Port from causing trouble. But it was impossible. In the heart of the empire, except for the private soldiers of the nobles and the Knight, the city guards had no combat strength at all.
In addition, Rogers and others brought back another piece of good news.
They had contacted the garrison of Loen Port.
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Loen Port.
The largest port in the south of the Sublime Sea, the Pearl of the Sea. The port was most famous for the huge white towers along the bay. These towers were relics left behind before the War of the Holy Saints. The Miirnas used these towers, which were hundreds of meters tall, to collect the wandering magic power in the air. This technology had long been lost after the War of the Holy Saints, but today, thousands of years later, there were still a few towers that could operate, but their owners had changed to the Anzlois who lived on the coast. These towers were still decreasing at the rate of two per decade. It was estimated that in 30 years, the last tower would be shut down due to the aging of the equipment. After that, these white towers would truly become historical witnesses. One day, they might be eroded and fall apart by the wind, or they might stand on the shore of the bay forever, becoming a unique and eternal scenery here.
When the Erouine diplomatic corps crossed the coastal plain, they saw these legendary White Towers. They stood alone in the distant sky, a bit like windmills without blades. The Erouine members in the diplomatic corps were amazed by the spectacular scene, and even the tension under the dangerous situation was diluted. The Cruz people, who were used to seeing such sights, were much more depressed. Their eyes were more attracted by the faint smoke column in the northern sky, which was in the direction of Loen Port. It meant that, as Brando expected, a few dragons had already arrived at the port. As for whether they only burned the ships, it was unknown.
Most people cast their eyes to the center of the group — in the direction of Brando, although the latter promised that there would be ships in the port.
Although the port had been informed, the reception of the envoy group was very cold. The guards who led them into the city looked apathetic, but when they saw the long line of Cruz nobles at the back of the group, they took a few more glances and looked lifeless as if they had lost all hope. After entering the port, everyone realized that the situation in Loen City wasn't optimistic either. The Dragon Queen seemed to have wreaked havoc in the port before this. Charred remains of buildings and traces of explosions could be seen everywhere. Along the way, the group passed by a few temples. The square outside the temples was overcrowded with moaning wounded people. Seeing this scene, everyone subconsciously became silent.
After the group passed through half of the port, the local consul came to greet them. The mayor of Loen Port was originally the second son of Count Alcorn, but the mayor had died in the battle when the dragon attacked the port a few days ago. At that moment, the entire city was managed by Viscount Wallas, the mayor of the port. This man was an unambitious and mediocre person. At first, he received a report from the guards that the envoy group of Erouine had arrived outside the port. In fact, he was reluctant to take the time to receive these people from Erouine. This was because Brando didn't point out that there were Cruz nobles in the envoy group, especially Count Alcorn and others. But when the second identity was confirmed, Brando added this small detail. Sure enough, Count Alcorn's subordinate hurriedly rushed over after inquiring. Along the way, he was cursing these despicable people of Erouine for giving him trouble. Why didn't Lord Alcorn say earlier that the envoy group was in the envoy group?!
Little did he know that the one who set him up was his fellow Cruz compatriot.
Regarding the news of his son's death, Alcorn appeared to be very calm. He had six sons, and in this era of war, it was very normal for his subordinates and children to die unexpectedly. Besides, he himself was a soldier. After listening to Wallas' apology, he even comforted the latter with a few words, which made the latter feel flattered. The next step was to transfer the power of the mayor. Wallas was indeed not very capable. He made a simple transfer process extremely complicated and full of loopholes. Brando was secretly amused. The person who was the best at administrative work under him was naturally Amandina. When he compared the two of them, it was obvious who was better. He even insulted Amandina. It should be said that they didn't belong to the same world at all.
And the embarrassed Count Alcorn's expression wasn't any better. If it weren't for the fact that the viscount had worked hard even if he didn't have any merits, and that there was no other person in the port who had the relevant experience at the moment, the poor viscount would have been thrown into prison immediately. Just his messy accounts alone would be enough. In the end, the count finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stopped the man and asked straightforwardly, "Are there any ships in the port that can sail the ocean?"
When Wallas heard this, his face fell. He replied with a bitter face, "Count Alcorn, we were attacked by a group of draconic beasts a few days ago. I'm afraid we can't even get a sampan in the port now, let alone a ship that can sail the ocean."
When Count Alcorn asked this question, he and Wallas were not the only ones present. When the others heard Viscount Wallas's answer, they immediately turned their heads to look at Brendel, who was in the middle of the crowd.
Of course, Brando knew what they wanted to ask.
He waved his hand to everyone and said, "Don't worry. If I say there are ships, there will naturally be ships. But before that, we still have to prepare two things."
When the crowd heard him say that, the commotion that had just occurred immediately calmed down. Viscount Wallas saw this scene from the side and couldn't help but be shocked. He had always thought that this group of people should be led by Count Alcorn, but now he realized that the real leader seemed to be this young man. He still didn't know the identity of Brando and Erouine. For a moment, he took a few more glances at the young man and wondered who this guy was. Could he be the illegitimate son of a grand duke?
But if he knew that Brando was just the leader of this envoy group, he would probably be even more surprised.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Brando continued to answer, "First of all, we need a berth. Mr. Wallas, are there any special berths in the port?"
Wallas was slightly startled and blurted out, "My lord, the special berths are —"
"Of course I know what they are," Brando interrupted him unhappily and replied, "You just need to answer me if there are any. As for what was originally in the berth, I don't care. You just need to clear it out, even if it's Her Majesty's ship. As for any problems, you just have to be responsible to me."
This harsh tone almost shocked Wallas. He couldn't help but look at Count Alcorn beside him. After finding an affirmative answer from the latter's expression, he replied to Brando with a respectful and fearful attitude, "Of course there are, my lord. From the special berths to the anchor posts of the sampan, you can have whatever you want because there's not a single ship in the port at the moment. Not to mention a ship, even a piece of plank floating on the water is difficult to find because it has been burned to ashes by those winged lizards. Not only that, they also set a fire in the forest outside the city."
The viscount replied helplessly, "They don't know that the wood used by the shipyards in Loen Harbor is actually transported from other places …"
"That's enough." Brando waved his hand and interrupted his endless nonsense, "Go and get someone to clear the berths for us. I'll send someone with you. You'll be responsible for working for them and fulfilling all their requests, understand?"
"All their requests?" Wallas looked at Count Alcorn with trepidation until the latter nodded solemnly at him.
"I understand, Monseigneur," he replied deferentially.
Brando realized that although this person was not capable, he was at least obedient. It was no wonder that Alcorn's son would use him as his deputy. This feeling of obedience was really good. In comparison, according to the game's terminology, although Amandina's political ability attribute might be as high as 99 points, her demands for the lord were a little too much. She was not allowed to do this and was not allowed to do that. Furthermore, she often questioned his decisions, which made him want to cry but have no tears.
"The second point," Brando said to the others, "The Dragon Queen may not let us act freely. Destruction is inevitable. We have to determine a safe route and confirm the movements of the Jorgendy Ridge army outside the city. In short, we have to have a comprehensive understanding of the recent situation and the surrounding environment of Loen Harbor. It will take us one to two days to set off. I don't want to see the cavemen suddenly attacking the city during this period of time. Count Alcorn, you're the local lord, so I'll leave this matter to you."
Count Alcorn glanced at him and nodded slightly.
"Mr. Wallas." After Alcorn responded, Brando called out to the local tyrant, "Please do us another favor."
"My lord, please tell me. I'll definitely fulfill your request." Wallas understood the young man's extraordinary status at this moment and quickly bowed his head.
Brando was very satisfied with this guy's reaction. He smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I hope you can find a priest from the city. There are wounded in our team."
Wallas suddenly realized what was going on. He had guessed that the Aouine Kingdom's army would be able to break out of the encirclement right under the nose of the Jorgendy Ridge's army. It was a tragic battle. In fact, when he first heard that the Aouine Kingdom's envoy had arrived at the port, he was shocked. He thought that if the Jorgendy Ridge could force the Empire to retreat, the Aouine people in the Vargas region would definitely not be spared. However, he did not expect that not only did the Aouine people survive, but they also rescued Count Alcon and his men. This Count really lives up to his reputation.
But no matter how well he lived up to his reputation, as long as there was a battle, it was normal to have wounded people. However, the viscount never dreamed that Brando's so-called member at this moment was actually only one person, and that was the daughter of the Empire's prime minister. Since that night, the latter's condition had fluctuated between good and bad. At the worst, she almost lost her life. But Brando never dreamed that this crazy woman would be rescued by Mistress Mithril at the last moment.
After that, the Silver Dragon Mistress told him that she thought this little human woman was Brando's friend. She helped Brando because she wanted to thank him for saving her. Brando could only smile bitterly when he heard that. He could only blame this lady for not being fated to die.
To be honest, as far as he was concerned, he felt that Delphine would feel better if she was dead than alive.
Because even the Dragon Race wasn't omnipotent, after all. The Silver Dragon Mistress could at most keep her alive, and this process was incomparably painful. These few days, perhaps it was worse than hell for this young lady — if she could feel it. And since Delfien wasn't dead, Brando naturally wouldn't suggest to stab her to death to end her pain. Besides, since he had arrived at the port, the most important thing was to find a qualified healer for the prime minister's daughter.
That's good too, Brando thought. At least the prime minister would owe him a favor. Even if this lady managed to survive, she would probably have to lie in bed for the rest of her life. She wouldn't be able to cause trouble for him anymore.
Vollass ordered Brando's requests one by one. Then, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly found Brando, who was discussing the route with Count Alcon, Chiyara, and the others. He asked, "My lords, if you want to know about the Subterrane Dwellers outside the city, I think we can go up the city wall and take a look now."
"Hmm?" Although they had only known each other for a short time, Brando could tell that this person wouldn't speak without thinking, so he stopped and asked, "What's the matter? Is there anything strange?"
"My lord, these Subterrane Dwellers outside the city seem a little different …"
"A little different?"
Vollass nodded carefully.
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When they reached the top of the city wall of Loen Harbor, Brando quickly realized that there was something different about the Subterrane Dwellers stationed on the plains. These Subterrane Dwellers were just like what Rogers and the others reported — undisciplined, poorly equipped, and a garrison with low combat strength. However, in addition to the armed and armored Subterrane Dweller warriors, there were also many unarmed civilians in the Subterrane Dwellers' camp, or rather, Subterrane Dwellers as laborers.
These Subterrane Dwellers occupied a large proportion of the camp. As they built the camp, they managed some strange creatures. At first, everyone thought that these creatures were siege beasts prepared by the Jorgendy Ridge to attack Loen Harbor, but they later discovered that they were hoofed beasts. The status of these creatures in Jorgendy Ridge was similar to cattle and sheep in the surface world. They were the livestock of the Subterrane Dwellers.
"Are these people the Subterrane Dwellers' logistics unit?" When Sir Cooper saw this scene, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "That's not right. Why would the logistics unit come to Loen Harbor? And it doesn't look like it!"
Cooper's words reminded Brando, and he quickly realized that the behavior of the Jorgendy Ridge people did not seem like they were plundering the surface, but more like they were migrating or colonizing.
But this was not in line with the usual behavior of subterranean creatures. The surface world was not a comfortable environment for them to live in. Most subterranean creatures would be blinded by strong light, and the bright sunlight on the surface was too dazzling for them.
So what were they doing?
Brando was puzzled, but fortunately, there seemed to be someone in the envoy group who could answer his question.
He immediately asked the young prince to call for Lysemeka.
Not long after, the Medusa came up from below the city, and her appearance caused a commotion in the crowd. The crowd rustled and made way for the lady from the Jorgendy Ridge. Lysemeka separated the crowd and came to Brando. This was the first time Brando had the opportunity to meet her in person, although the latter had already asked the young prince to tactfully express her desire to meet him.
However, Brando was well aware of the nature of the inhabitants of Jorgendy Ridge. If he could, he did not want to believe this woman.
He turned back to look at the lady who had caused a commotion among the crowd. The latter had a head of gorgeous snake-like hair that resembled a venomous snake. Her face was very beautiful, as smooth and flawless as the sculpture of an ancient Greek goddess. Under her slender eyebrows, there were a pair of vertical pupils in her amber eyes. If one did not look at her long hair, eyes, and the fine snake scales on her forehead, she could be called a beauty.
After listening to Brando's statement and seeing the Subterrane Dwellers and their livestock on the city wall, Medusa seemed to have expected it. She replied calmly and affirmatively,
"My Lord, you guessed right. They are migrating.
"And in fact, this is a great migration that has not been seen in Jorgendy Ridge for thousands of years."
Her voice was somewhat mellow, as if it was the voice of a siren.
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