The stars were like dust.
The silver-robed mages disappeared behind the door of light one by one. Tulman looked at Brando, who had his hands on the side of the ship, leaning forward to stare at him. He smiled slightly, then turned and stepped into the door of light. He was the last Buga to leave. The circular door of light on the bridge turned half a circle clockwise behind him, then quickly shrank into a spot of light, slowly falling to the ground like a piece of dust.
Under the night sky, after the fierce battle during the day, Loen Port looked devastated. There was no one in the silent city at this time. Loen Port was not big to begin with. Except for the nobles who were reluctant to part with their properties, most of the civilians had already left or fled in the early stages of the war. The remaining refugees had been arranged on the ships by the Erouine envoys by Brando. The nobles of Cruz were quite dissatisfied with the civilians occupying their limited survival resources and space. They had been arguing for a long time, but Brando could not be bothered with these people. This was a fleet that belonged to Valhalla and also belonged to him. He did not need to care.
The silver fleet floated above the dock like a school of fish. Frigates of various sizes surrounded a few larger capital ships. In the middle of the fleet was the flagship Akhenaten. Under the clear starlight, the sailors tightened the ropes under the chief mate's command, and the silver sails were bulging. Brando listened to the command, and his heart was calm. He saw that on the deck, Sergeant Marjory from Yanilasu was commanding the sailors to roll the wooden buckets filled with fresh water and food off the deck. The lads who were going out to sea for the first time were not skilled, but they were diligent.
Not only was the gangplank on the side of the ship not retracted, but an extra one was added. A certain lady, who had always considered herself as the commercial ambassador of Erouine, stood on the edge of the gangplank. She wore a thick fur coat, a mink shawl, and a cute round hat. She seemed to be unable to withstand the biting cold wind at high altitude. She kept rubbing her hands, and her exposed face was red from the cold.
But even so, she still earnestly exhorted the sailors beside her, "You guys are so clumsy, it's really worrying. Be careful later. That's an elegant lady of noble birth. Don't scare her! "
"No problem, Roman lady."
"That's right. Young Mistress, you should go to the bottom of the cabin first. If anything happens to you in the cold, Sir Monarch will get angry again." Unfortunately, the sailors were very familiar with this young lady's temperament and were not afraid at all. Instead, they laughed and replied.
"Don't, don't talk nonsense. Your Lord has a good temper. He won't get angry." Roman hurriedly retorted. Although she said so, she still looked at Brando with a guilty conscience. Seeing that the latter was absent-minded, she could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. She patted her chest and couldn't help but fly into a rage out of humiliation. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll arrange for you to wash the deck!"
Only then did the sailors shut up, laughing and laughing.
Brando waited until the young lady turned her head before he withdrew his gaze. He could not help but shake his head and laugh, but in his heart, he had a faint understanding.
The Bugas and the Four Holy Cathedrals had realized their mistake. Because it was impossible to achieve the goal of justice through deceit. If there was a deviation in the direction from the beginning, the goal achieved could only bear bitter fruit. But was Her Majesty the Queen, who stood on the opposite side of the Four Holy Cathedrals, right? Brando thought that might not be the case.
Because the Bugas, the Dragon Clan, and the Four Holy Cathedrals were at least right about one thing: Madness can only lead to the destruction of order. It can't bring new life from the ruins. No one has the right to decide the fate of others, and no one has the right to drag the world into the flames of war. Blood can't bring about revolution, only endless hatred.
"Maybe I don't know how to stand on the side of justice."
"But at least I know what are beautiful and precious things in this world."
"I also know how to use the sword of a Knight." Brando muttered to himself, "So the Queen is indeed drifting away on the path of bigotry."
A black carriage appeared on the bridge like a ghost. It quietly drove to the Akhenaten and then stopped beside the gangplank. Although the sailors were laughing and joking, they perked up at this moment because the carriage was escorted by three Valkyries. These female Knight, who rode flaming warhorses, held spears, and wore armor, had already shown amazing strength in the battle in the afternoon. And there was someone in the envoy group who needed their protection? Everyone was startled.
Not only these sailors, but the nobles who saw this scene on the warships near and far were also subconsciously puzzled. Most of them immediately turned their eyes to the flagship. The mysterious Count had already boarded the ship, so who could be in the carriage? Could it be that the princess of Erouine had come in person?
Even the people in the envoy group looked at each other. Eugenie couldn't help but nudge Marjory with her elbow. "Have you seen Princess Magadal?" She asked. The young officer shook his head. "She's on the ship, with Judy."
"What about the eldest daughter of the Yanbao family?"
"Miss Dilferi? I just saw her. "
"Who could it be? Is it really the princess?" Duke Viero's daughter frowned and said rudely as she bit the tip of her nail. She was the kind of woman who had a particularly strong desire for control. Every time something unexpected happened, she would feel very uneasy.
"You're thinking too much, Miss Eugenie." Marjory was very calm, he looked at the former and said indifferently.
The carriage stopped at the side of the gangplank, then the door opened, and Jutta jumped out. The people who saw this scene were slightly stunned at first, but then they recognized that this was the female adjutant of Count Erouine. Unexpectedly, there was someone who needed her to personally look after. Everyone couldn't help but be curious. They stared fixedly at the carriage, as if it had come out after a long time. Finally, a person slowly walked down from the carriage.
But it was a man.
"Ah!" Eugenie saw the man, she was so scared that she almost screamed.
On the other ships, the group of Cruz nobles also looked like ducks that had been grabbed by the throat. They looked at the man as if he was the devil. Some of the weaker ones took a few steps back, and some of the unlucky ones stepped on the ropes and fell on their butts. Even so, they still hadn't woken up. Their faces were as white as a sheet of paper, completely drained of blood.
Count Alcorn was frowning and took out his pocket watch from his clothes to look at the time under the moonlight, but at this moment, as if he was possessed, he stood there motionlessly. He didn't even notice that the pocket watch in his hand fell to the deck with a bang, and the glass cover broke into pieces.
"What's wrong?" Marjory seemed to have realized that the atmosphere around him was a little different. He asked the Duke's daughter next to him.
"It's him …" Oni's teeth were chattering. Even though she was trying her best to suppress her shameful emotions, she could not stop herself from gurgling. "It's that person. The leader is actually with him. No wonder … no wonder he's so fearless …"
If in the history of the empire, there was a person who could make all the nobles in the empire pale at the mention of his name, and the appearance of this person was known to everyone in the empire, but even so, the powerful Cruz Empire still couldn't do anything to him for hundreds of years. Then this person only had a name and a title.
His name was Mephisto, and his title was the Ash Sword Saint.
Mephisto slowly stepped down from the carriage. He was an extremely elegant middle-aged man. He had lived a luxurious life for the first half of his life, and the aura of a fallen aristocrat was branded on him like a label. He was like a prince who had wandered to another country, and wherever he went, he would involuntarily become the center of attention. He was wearing a dark trench coat, and the famous Ash Sword was on his back. His face was a little determined, but the most eye-catching thing was his pair of cold eyes. Mephisto raised his head and glanced at everyone in the fleet, making everyone in the Cruz Empire feel a chill in their hearts.
Time seemed to have frozen.
Jutta and Mephisto got on the ship one after the other. They walked across the gangplank as if they were walking on flat ground and came to Brando's side. Brando looked at the two people and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "Sorry to trouble you, teacher. I didn't expect to get you involved."
The Ash Sword Saint looked at his student. This time, he had actually been following behind the diplomatic group, moving together with the Valkyrie and the Buga puppets. Originally, according to the original arrangement, it was not appropriate for him to show up on this diplomatic mission, unless it was the most critical moment. But he didn't expect that the plan would change so quickly. After Brando asked Jutta to tell him the plan, he only thought for a moment, and then the scene described above happened.
Mephisto knew that his student wanted to use his name to show off, but he didn't care about it. First of all, he was very satisfied with Brando, his only student. Second, he never thought of hiding in front of the Cruz Empire.
Before he stepped into the Supreme Realm, the empire couldn't do anything to him, let alone now.
So he just responded faintly, "Just do it. You are my student, I will naturally stand behind you."
Brando was slightly startled and couldn't help but feel a little touched. He looked at the weather-beaten middle-aged man, who was also his cheap teacher. In his mind, although the relationship between the two of them was teacher and student, it was inevitable that there would be the color of a transaction. After all, from the beginning, this relationship was maintained by equivalent exchange. He didn't expect that after going through so much, the other party seemed to really treat him as a student. He nodded slightly and replied in a deep voice, "I understand, teacher."
Mephisto still had a serious look on his face. He just nodded and said, "I'll go down first. Seeing these hypocritical Cruz people is really unpleasant."
Brando couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now the world thought that he, the Count of Valhalla, was bold enough to slap the face of the Cruz Empire, but he didn't expect that Mephisto, the old enemy of the empire, was even more arrogant. Even he didn't dare to slap the face of the Cruz people for no reason. One must know that Count Alcorn was not far away now. Although Mephisto was talking to him alone, his voice was not low at all. He must have deliberately said it for the other party to hear.
But this was nothing. What was outrageous was that those arrogant Cruz nobles who always complained about this and that, at this moment, seemed to have become speechless. They all lowered their heads and pretended not to see this scene.
Although Count Alcorn's face was green and white, he didn't dare to say a word.
What was deterrence? This was deterrence.
Brando watched Mephisto walk down the deck, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart. He didn't see his teacher say this when he saw the beautiful legion commander of the Azure Firmament. It was really hypocritical. But thinking of this, he also remembered that he hadn't heard any news about Veronica for a while. Although the lady was from Cruz, she was one of the few people he respected. For a moment, he couldn't help but worry a little.
At this time, the black carriage was arranged by the Roman to board the Akhenaton. The sailors couldn't help but be puzzled. "Miss Roman, didn't you say that there was a noble and elegant lady in the carriage? That doesn't look like a lady at all."
"Why isn't there a lady?" The merchant girl quibbled. "Didn't you see?"
"Miss, you're not talking about Lady Jutta, are you? Isn't she the leader of the mercenaries? How can she be considered a noble and elegant lady? "The sailors suddenly became noisy." Merchants have to be trustworthy. "
"Of course we have to be trustworthy, but loopholes in words can also be exploited, right?" The Roman smiled.
"Tsk." For a moment, the sailors booed.
But the merchant girl didn't care at all. She asked the sailors to put away the gangplank, then went to Brando's side and proudly made an 'OK' gesture.
Brando was unmoved. He pinched the tip of her little nose, then said to Jutta who was beside him, "Is everything loaded on the ship?"
Jutta nodded. "The puppets and gargoyles have been loaded. But my lord, there aren't many gargoyles left. If the dragons attack again …"
"They will definitely come again. The one behind us should be Modesty. I know her character very well." Brando glanced at the great plains under the night sky. The scattered stardust dotted the dark curtain, but the most dazzling of all was the constellation of Dragon King Bahamut in the eastern sky. Just beside this majestic star chart was a patch of darkness. It was said that before the War of the Holy Saints, this constellation belonged to the Dark Dragon.
It had already fallen for thousands of years.
"Hmm." The Roman raised her eyebrows and raised her head, trying to escape from Brando's evil clutches. But she was just a pitiful little witch. How could she be a match for a warrior like Brando? Not long after, she looked at this hateful guy with tears in her eyes. "Brando, if you don't let go, I'll bite you."
As if to make this threat more convincing, the merchant girl showed her white and sharp canine teeth.
Brendel smiled and let go of his hand. The latter hurriedly took a step back, rubbing his red nose and staring warily at Brendel.
"Can they catch up with us?" Jutta looked at the young couple with interest and asked.
"Yes, the dragons are much faster than the oldest frigates. Plus, we're carrying the refugees." Brando replied.
"Then if we set sail now, won't they catch up with us at sea?" Jutta frowned.
"It doesn't matter." Brando thought that Modesti might join the battle herself after learning that the Bugas had intervened. But he still replied calmly, "They can't stop us. Jutta, go and inform The Shire and Marjory to come to the drafting room. Oh yes, and the fat man."
Jutta nodded and was about to leave when Brando called her again. "Wait."
"What's wrong?" The mercenary leader turned around in confusion.
"Jutta," Brando hesitated before asking, "I remember you seem to know my grandfather."
Jutta was slightly startled and then reacted. Her eyes lit up and she replied with some reverence, "Yes, my lord. In Erouine, how could anyone not know your grandfather? Lord Darius, in that era, he was one of the two pillars of the kingdom, but … "She looked at her lord with some appreciation, thinking that this was probably the so-called family inheritance of the nobles. Both the grandfather and the grandson were so outstanding.
But, but why did some nobles decay from generation to generation? It was not the first time she was puzzled about this question, but she could not think of an answer.
"But what?"
Jutta seemed to have taken a while to make up her mind to continue this question. She replied, "But my lord, when your grandfather became famous, I wasn't born yet. In fact … In fact, I saw him after he went into seclusion. My lord … "She looked at the young man in front of her and replied," You know, near Braggs. In fact, I saw you at that time. "
"What!?" Brando was stunned. He never dreamed that he would have such a relationship with this mercenary leader.
"… My lord, do you remember that I told you about my past?" Recalling the things that happened before, Jutta's voice could not help but lower, "My sister and I were still adventurers at that time. Later, we were persecuted by the nobles and had no choice but to go into exile. Later, my lord, your grandfather saved my life. Unfortunately, my sister was not so lucky and did not survive until then. It was at that time that I saw you and your grandfather. "
She could not help but smile gently and made a gesture, "At that time, my lord, you were only this tall."
Brando was stunned for a moment before he reacted. There seemed to be such a thing in his memory, but before Jutta mentioned it, it was just a small episode in his childhood memory. It had long been blurred. He took a deep look at the mercenary leader and asked, "You recognized me from the beginning?"
Jana shook her head. "That was something that happened a long time later. Only then did I realize that the old man was the famous Sword Saint Darius. Later on, I deliberately collected some information about him, but I didn't dare to publicize it. Later on, when I met Milord, I didn't recognize Milord at first. After all, Milord was still so young at that time. "She couldn't help but laugh." Who would have thought that such a cute little fellow at that time would grow up to be such an indomitable man? Compared to Milord, I was really a failure. Later … "
"After that?"
"After that incident in Schafflund Town, I confirmed your identity from Lord Kodan. From then on, I decided to follow you wholeheartedly." The mercenary leader recalled with some emotion. She subconsciously looked at her sword.
"My lord," she raised her head: "Is there anything else?"
Brando shook his head and felt that it was a pity. He originally wanted to know more about his grandfather from Jutta, but he did not expect that she did not know more than he did. "Nothing," he replied: "You can go now, Jutta. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure, my lord," the mercenary leader replied with a smile. Suddenly, she thought of something and asked: "By the way, my lord, is your aunt doing well?"
"My aunt?" Brando was stunned for a moment. His mother had a few aunts in Karsuk, but there was very little contact between them in Carderegg and his family. He had never seen those relatives in Carderegg, so he did not understand why Jutta suddenly asked this question.
"Yes, it's the lady who was with your grandfather at that time. Speaking of which, she was the one who saved me first," Jutta replied: "I haven't seen that kind lady for a long time, and I haven't found a chance to thank her."
"What?"
Brendel was stunned for a moment, because there was no such person in his memory. He could not help but rub his forehead, wondering if his memory was too blurry and he missed out on many details. He only remembered that he was practicing swordsmanship at the sawmill by the river, and it was his grandfather who saved a woman. As for whether it was Jutta or not, in fact, he could not remember clearly. As for whether there was another woman at that time, it was even more impossible to talk about.
However, in his memory, he only remembered that there were not many outsiders who had contact with his family. Other than some of his father's business friends, his grandfather basically did not have any contact. Every day, he just supervised his swordsmanship.
Could it be that he remembered wrongly?
Brando could not help but rub his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
"My lord?" Jutta looked at him worriedly.
"It's nothing," Brando shook his head: "My aunt, she … Well, it's okay, I'll bring you to see her next time."
The mercenary leader nodded in satisfaction, and did not hear any hint of perfunctory intention.
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