Don't you think I've become more powerful?
Valhalla was no longer what it used to be. This jade-like city of trees grew day after day under the careful care of the Light Spirit. Its branches grew luxuriantly, and the silhouette of this giant tree could be seen in many places in Menta, Abies, and even the entire eastern region of Tónigel. However, in the eyes of the locals, there was a difference compared to four months ago. Ever since the 'mysterious wizards from above' had entered the city, the changes on the giant tree had become more and more intense.
Under the doubtful and even fearful gazes of the people, horizontal branches grew from the jade-like crown of the giant tree. These branches curled downwards and formed the shape of a door. The wizards in silver robes then covered the branches with dense runes. At night, the colorful light of these magical runes could be seen from a dozen miles away.
Before the people could figure out what was going on, an even more shocking scene descended upon this land.
Spaceships.
The actual ships floating in the air were the floating ships that the locals had only heard of in legends. They were filled with people and resources, and they came from the north. At first, there were only a few of them, and then there was a dense fleet. Some of these spaceships came and went, while others docked beside the giant tree. In just half a month, Valhalla had the beginnings of a spaceport. It was only now that everyone realized what the mysterious wizards were doing.
The spaceport bridge formed by the trunks of Valhalla had a natural advantage compared to the spaceport towers built by the humans on the ground. It was more like a dock built by the Bugas on top of the floating city. Therefore, the wizards from the Silver Institute were more proficient in designing such a spaceport. The construction of the spaceport that was part of the deal between the two parties was progressing very quickly. Manade, the silver-robed wizard, stood on the bridge and looked at the completed Pier 11 and the embryonic Pier 12 and 13. However, his gaze was not to admire his colleagues working on the spaceport. Instead, it was to stare at the ripples of space that rippled between the curled tree doors.
"The anchor point's coordinates are south of Andrea's Sublime Sea!" While he was still in a daze, a silver-robed adept had already reported a series of data accurately. Manade suddenly woke up from his stupor. His silver eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately turned around and ordered: "Go and invite Miss Amandina over."
He hesitated for a moment.
"And Senator Tanya."
"Immediately!"
Then, he added another sentence.
…
A gust of cold wind blew over the city wall from the sea, bringing with it the scent of rain. After the midsummer, the Sublime Sea still had a rainy season, and such a sea breeze usually indicated the arrival of a storm. The little prince sneezed in the cold wind, and Brando patted him on the shoulder. He knew that only a few people had expected this. He raised his head and looked at the nobles of Cruz present. Although the previous topic of the Twilight Dragon's revival sounded scary, it was still too far away for mortals. After a short period of panic and astonishment, the nobles of Cruz quickly calmed down.
After all, even if the Twilight Battle was really coming, it was useless to be in a state of panic all day long. Besides, compared to the fate of Wohnde in the future, the current predicament was more important. Living in a drunken stupor and enjoying life in a timely manner was the patent of the nobles.
Brando even saw some nobles trying to compliment Lysemeka, "I'm sorry to hear about your unfortunate experience, beautiful … uh, lady, but after all, you finally escaped and came to the surface world, isn't that at least something to be thankful for?" The one who spoke was an elegant middle-aged noble. He was complimenting a beautiful lady. It didn't matter if the lady had snake hair or vertical prismatic pupils, it wasn't a shameful thing in any noble circle on the continent of Vaunte. On the contrary, it reflected their gentlemanly demeanor.
Brando shook his head gently, but Medusa seemed to enjoy such compliments. She smiled slightly. "That's true, but what's slightly correct is that I can appear here not only because of the blessing of the God of Luck …"
Hearing this, Brando frowned subconsciously. He looked in that direction and saw Lysemeka casting an inexplicable gaze in his direction.
"I can appear here and get to know you gentlemen thanks to the rescue of a heroic Knight. The demons who enslaved my clan were summoned by some evil forces in the surface world and invaded the Kingdom of Erouine. It was this gentleman who led your human army to defeat this demon army and rescue me. In fact, I haven't had the time to thank him in person."
Lysemeka's voice was charming and pleasant, but Brando could not help but frown more deeply when he heard it. He even felt a few envious gazes looking at him from the other side. The battle in Ampere Seale had not happened long ago, but this battle involved the Holy Cathedral and the people of Erouine, as well as several behemoths within the empire. There were even eye-catching words like 'demon invasion', so it had become familiar among the nobles of the empire in just half a year. These people were naturally familiar with the legendary young nobles under Princess Erouine in that battle. They naturally knew who Lysemeka was talking about.
Being able to get the gratitude of such a great beauty was naturally enviable.
Only Brando himself was still frowning. The gratitude of a Medusa did not sound right. Although Lysemeka described herself as a weak woman, Brando was very calm in his heart. These matriarchal followers of the underground clans were not necessarily kind people. The surface world had another name for them: Gorgons. This name was to describe the indifference and selfishness of these creatures and their fondness for scheming.
In particular, he also knew that although these guys did not get along well with the dark elves of the Tip of Ashes, the culture of the two seemed to be of the same origin. Excluding the conflict of beliefs, their personalities were jackals of the same lair.
Of course, this was not surprising because it was the basic law of survival in the underground world. In the dark underground, scheming against each other was as common as eating rice.
"She has been asking His Highness Haruz about you for a long time." At this time, Maynild whispered after glancing in that direction.
Brando was slightly startled, probably not expecting Maynild to take the initiative to remind him. He could not help but feel flattered and asked, "Why did you let this woman stay by the young prince's side? She obviously has ulterior motives."
"It was His Highness the young prince's decision, and Her Royal Highness did not object."
Brando looked back at her in surprise, "You didn't object?"
Maynild stared into his eyes and did not answer.
"I understand. This is your attitude as a subject, but I don't think so." Brando could not help but shake his head.
"So in the eyes of the Royal Faction, you also have ulterior motives," Maynild replied flatly.
Brando was stunned for a moment before he realized that this senior was reminding him without leaving a trace: Yes, no matter how he integrated into this world, he was still him. The other half of Sophie's soul made him incompatible with many people in this world, but Brando did not intend to change it. What he wanted to change was this world and this ancient kingdom. "Being restrained is not necessarily the right thing to do. I don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past," he replied softly.
"Up to you."
Such an answer came in return.
When Brando looked back again, he glanced at Lysemeka with some vigilance. Lysemeka obviously noticed his gaze, but she did not care. She still had a kind smile on her face as she looked at him from afar. There was a deep meaning in her double-edged pupils, as if there was an unfathomable meaning. Brando frowned slightly, but to his surprise, Lysemeka did not walk in his direction. Instead, she looked away in a flash, as if everything before was really just a simple expression of gratitude.
"Is this a game of cat and mouse?" Brando was a little stunned, but if this was really the woman's intention, then her hopes would be dashed. At the moment, he was not in the mood to interrogate the other party's intentions. Besides, he was not worried about what tricks this woman could play alone. If she came for him, he naturally would not be afraid of anything. If she came for the young prince or the elder princess, he believed that his senior would not be unaware.
And it was at this moment that he felt a slight warmth in his palm, and he quickly opened his palm. There was a magic rune for the communication spell that he and The Shire had left behind.
…
A moment later, Brando turned his head with a serious expression, and his gaze fell on Count Alcorn. The latter had obviously noticed Brando's previous action of using the communication spell. Although he was also a noble of Cruz, he was, after all, in a high position. He could barely be regarded as one of the few who had a slightly longer vision among these people. Others might still be in the mood to indulge in a drunken stupor, but Alcorn understood what kind of situation they were facing now, especially when he almost fell into the hands of the Jorgendy Ridge people. He did not want to experience that again, so when Brando's gaze fell on him, the dignified count immediately understood. He turned his head and ordered, "Wallas, come here."
When Viscount Wallas heard this summon, he immediately trembled all over. He respectfully came in front of Brando and asked in a low voice, "What can I do for you, my lord?"
Brando could not help but cast a look of appreciation at Count Alcorn, then replied, "My wizards are ready. Lord Viscount, please lead us to the dock area. The Cavemen have used this place as their rear. Obviously, they won't let Loen Port stay in the hands of the Empire for too long. We don't have much time left."
Wallas was slightly startled, as if he was stunned for a moment before he realized what the young count in front of him said. Although he had heard the same words before, he never dreamed that the young count was actually serious. He originally thought that the other party was just putting on a tough attitude to intimidate the Cruz people so that he could legitimately obtain the command of Loen Port. But the problem was that he was not lying. At this moment, there was really not a single sampan in Loen Port.
Thinking of this, the viscount could not help but ask with sweat all over his forehead, "My lord, are you saying that your wizards have cleared out the berths? But my lord, we … we really didn't lie to you. There's not a single ship in the port! "
Perhaps because he wanted to express his meaning too much, Wallas subconsciously raised his voice. The conversation between the two immediately attracted the attention of the other nobles on the city wall. Most of these nobles did not participate in the decision-making, and only a small number of them had experienced the previous negotiation with Wallas. Most of the others only knew that Brando had promised them that there were still ships in the port that could be used. Therefore, they still wishfully believed that there were still many ships docked in Loen Port, and what Brando wanted to do was to requisition these ships and then take all of them away. They did not know that almost all the ships in the entire port had sunk to the bottom of the bay at this moment.
At this moment, when they heard Wallas' words, these nobles could not help but show a look of astonishment and even disbelief. After a moment of silence, someone immediately scolded.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Mr. Wallas? What do you mean there are no ships?"
"If there are no ships, how are we going to leave this godforsaken place?"
The nobles were in a state of panic, and their doubts became louder and louder. Soon, there was a buzzing sound, but these nobles were still aware of who held their fates in their hands. Obviously, their previous life as captives had at least made them understand who was the boss here. Therefore, few of them dared to question Brando. But even so, Brando still frowned. He couldn't help but sweep a cold glance at everyone present and said angrily, "All of you, shut up!"
There was an instant silence on the city wall. After a while, a noble asked hesitantly, "But, my lord …"
"Shut up," Brendel interrupted them mercilessly: "I'm the one who's going to bring all of you out of this place, not the other way around. I'm not asking you to voice out your opinions, so all of you better be good and not make any noise."
He stared back at the suspicious nobles with a sullen expression, then turned to look at Wallas. The latter obviously knew that he had messed up. He buried his head deeply, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Brando glanced at him and replied coldly, "When did I ask you to prepare the ships? Or am I not speaking in Cruz? Mr. Viscount, I want you to take the gentlemen here to the dock area. Do you need me to repeat it for the third time? "
"But …" Wallas replied with trepidation. He obviously could not imagine how the young count in front of him could conjure up a ship with his bare hands, especially when it was not just one or two ships. To evacuate Loen Port and take everyone away, it would take at least an entire fleet. According to the pitiful viscount's thinking, the young count was obviously prepared to find a scapegoat to take the blame, and that scapegoat could only be him. How could he not be scared witless?
"No buts," Count Alcorn interrupted him first. "Do as the count says, immediately."
"This …" Wallas looked bitter, but since his lord had already spoken, he naturally had no room to refute. He could only sigh and walk down the city wall dejectedly.
Count Alcorn naturally saw the expression on his subordinate's face. He looked at Brando calmly. "Count Tónigel …"
"Don't worry," Brando certainly understood what the person in charge of Loen Port wanted to say. "I won't joke with you at this time. You go to the dock area first, and I'll be there soon."
Hearing Brando's answer, Alcorn did not say anything more. He nodded gently, then turned and left. The other nobles on the city wall obviously noticed the conversation between the two, but since the leader, Count Alcorn, had already expressed his stance, the rest naturally did not dare to object easily. Everyone left the city wall one by one, leaving only Maynild by Brando's side.
"Did something happen?" The female Knight stared at Brando and asked.
Brando was slightly taken aback. He did not expect her to be so observant. He did not know if she had noticed something from his expression or from his last sentence. He was stunned for a moment before he said, "Nothing, it's not a big problem. You can go first."
Maynild stared at him with her dark eyes without saying a word. After a moment, she calmly said, "Are you from Buga?"
Brando's eyes widened in surprise. She could even guess it. For a moment, he almost found a trace of Allium Japonicum's unique familiar aura from this unsmiling female Knight.
Maynild stared at Brando's expression and seemed to have found the answer from his changing expression. She did not need to answer further. She gently turned around and said, "You'd better hurry up. There's the smell of sulfur in the air."
The Dragon Queen had obviously noticed that they had entered Loen Port. The faint smell of sulfur in the air indicated the signs before the arrival of the draconic horde. Brando stared at Maynild's back for a long time before he turned around and opened his palm. The magic rune of communication on his palm shone brightly, but the image that appeared in his palm was not the projection of The Shire, but a delicate and beautiful little figure. To be precise, it was the full-body portrait of the Sprite Lady, Tanya.
"Lady Tanya, why did you come in person? What happened?" Brando stared at the little figure and asked with a frown.
"Why, are you surprised to see me? I asked Mr. The Shire to use magic to mediate the communication between us so that I could contact you directly — Mr. Brando, or should I say, My Lord. "The Sprite Lady replied calmly.
"Get to the point. You're using my money now." Brando replied impatiently. The magic consumption of long-distance coordinates was enormous. It could be said that every second was burning money.
"To put it simply, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
"I just want to know if you have prepared the things you promised me!" Brando replied through gritted teeth.
Tanya was silent for a moment.
"Of course, the Buga never go back on their word."
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