Vol 3 Chapter 102

Act 102 Tonigel and the Young Lord (2) (Second)

"What do you think?" Brando asked suddenly.

The young man asked that he was standing in the mist not far away, and he started to whisper Fern and Clenthia who were talking in a whisper. After Yuta left, the two heads who had known each other before Walk closer than ever.

What has to be said is that Fern and Klenthia did not catch cold with each other before they knew this young lord. Therefore, the distance between people is actually a very delicate thing.

Hearing the question of the young lord, the scene calmed down.

But the first to speak was the merchant lady. Romain had already put on a thick winter coat at this time, and he had put on deerskin gloves on his little hand, but even this little face was frozen red-the tip of the nose was slightly Redness:

"Roman feels very good, what do you think of Brando?" The young girl breathed a sigh of relief and said indifferently. She also looked back at Brando, her eyes widened as if to see if the young man agreed with her.

The heads of the following small mercenaries immediately responded.

"That's right," Karenhia also said, "It's unexpectedly good, although it's a bit late, but IMHO-I also participated in the mid-term work. To be honest, all of us are all about this. Not too familiar. Ms. Antitina has done a great job and dare not say that she is perfect, but at least it is surprising— "

Everyone has to say beautiful words. Even the nobleman can't help but look at the silver-haired uncle. Although the surface is not in line with the compliment of the other side, but I can't help but agree-Antitina thinks that she has indeed had enough disasters and hardships since this month. Almost every small decision may be encountered beforehand. Considered an accident.

However, it was in dealing with these unexpected situations that she became more and more handy.

"It's really surprising." Fern didn't say much, and was concise.

However, the aristocrat still quietly went to see her lord, the opinion of the young man in her heart was enough to surpass all the opinions on the scene, and she felt the heart pounding for the first time, for fear of looking from Brando To a little dissatisfied.

But she just happened to see Brando looking at herself without concealing the admiration in her eyes, she couldn't help but stunned, and somehow she felt a sudden sore nose. As if the hard work of these months has been rewarded at this moment.

She sucked her nose and didn't look over her head, lest she would cry in front of the crowd, which would make people notice. At least at this moment, the nobleman still remembers that she was Brando's first staff member—the deputy and the actual host of territorial affairs. She didn't think she could humiliate Brando.

But when she turned her head, she saw Mattissa handing a silk scarf over. The silver elf girl's movements were very subtle-almost no one could detect-the nobleman was a little stunned, she looked at each other with gratitude, and took the silk scarf.

Brando certainly noticed the small gesture of his aides, and he couldn't help but smiled and shook his head:

"Before coming here," he said, "I mean that night."

His words put the scene to a halt, and almost everyone remembered the night that was so hot, as if they realized what they had done in the long aftermath.

They killed an Eruin's legal lord at the encouragement of a young man.

This kind of thing was never thought or dared to think by anyone, but what they couldn't believe was that they really did. Either be excited or be agitated or threatened.

In short, there is no escape route.

Since then, as if in a flash, a month has passed. But they did not collapse like they were worried, and now the completion of this wall seems to symbolize something faint.

Perhaps under the leadership of this young man, they are indeed different from ordinary mobs.

As for the final result, since this young Lord Lord is so confident, what doubts do they have?

"You know, I don't really think much about what to do," Brando continued. "Perhaps I am a noble in your eyes, high above me, but I don't think so--"

He said sincerely, of course, how many people believe this sentence ‘big truth’, then they have to say another.

"I'm here to inherit a territory to the south, from my ancestors," Brando said half-truth: "I don't intend to kill anyone, or occupy his territory- — "

"But in my education, this voice tells me, at least, that the significance of the nobility is to lead people out of their predicament, because they are better, they have received more education, and because they have this responsibility, their rights and responsibilities are equivalent--"

"I believe you are familiar with this sentence."

Brando said.

He nodded: "Exactly, this is what the first king Eke said--" He reached out and nodded at everyone: "Nobility is responsibility; strength is responsibility; power is responsibility!"

"Before that," Brando continued, quiet around. Everyone looked at him and couldn't understand why the young Lord Lord said this at this time.

Antinina looked at him, too, with a strange glow in her eyes.

The pursuit of the spirit of the prince and the lost glory of Eruin is what attracted her most to this young lord.

It seemed to have a fatal attraction that could glow in the eyes of a girl.

It snowed.

Snowflakes were faint at first, barely noticeable, like cold raindrops falling on people's faces. But in the end it turned into fluffy snowflakes, not too big, and Tonigel did not have heavy snow throughout the year.

Everyone looked up.

"Before that," Brando also looked at the light gray sky, and the dark clouds were a symbol of the upcoming war: "I have not been a lord and I have no experience in governing a place."

"So is Antitina."

"You are the same."

"I said," he spread his hands and let Snowflake fall on his shoulders. "We are not different. Each of us is here to learn how to face all of this-"

"It's all," Brando said. "Everything that is new to us, what we all have, and our enemies."

"Maybe we won't. We're newbies, toddlers, and struggles," the young man waved. "But that's not the problem."

"The problem is--"

His voice was a little higher, and his eyes swept across everyone's face: "Did you have the courage to stay and face everything that is coming-to realize that our actions may seem trivial-"

"But it is the glory of the previous era. Do you see it, it is the wings of Eruin."

"The words of the first king Eke have already confirmed all this-ignore the darkness and let your actions be worthy of the heart-hold such a dream!"

"Whether it is honor or commitment, either as a man's responsibility or as a lord's obligation to all his patriarchs," Brando replied, "It's like I'm standing here."

"I answer your question like this."

"How long do we have to escape--"

He stretched out his fingers again and nodded everyone who was familiar—Clenthia, Fern, Shire, and even the many mercenary commanders:

"I ask you," Brando exclaimed, and the white air he blew melted into a faint white mist in the snow, making his face both sacred and mysterious.

"If one day you also become the new nobles of Eruin, do you still remember this day, everything I tell you here-"

"Do you want to remember, aristocracy, the word of responsibility?"

The words of the young man were strong and powerful. It penetrated the severe cold of early winter and almost made a sound.

But it brought a dead silence.

Fern could hardly believe what he heard, and what the young man's words implied meant he didn't dare to think about it.

The former Karasu cavalry captain looked back almost stiffly at his companions around him. But Clenthia was also unaware of everything around, and it should be said that the middle-aged man was pounding in his heart.

He certainly knew what Brando meant by that.

This young man is tantamount to telling them publicly--

From today, you are my people.

It's my family.

Gathered under my banner.

Spoiling and sharing, sharing the same pain.

You are my knights.

Hold the sword in my hand,

Open up territory for me-

At that moment, for the first time, the middle-aged man who had been in the mercenary industry for decades felt that there was a force in his heart—a power called blood boiling.

He felt that he had waited for the opportunity for so many years, as if he were already at hand.

It's not just him.

All mercenaries present were the same.

Perhaps only Mattissa and Akane had no feelings. For them, it was enough to follow the young Lord Lord.

And Roman did not need to think too much, and was not with her aunt — Brando was the whole world she could rely on.

Shir smiled silently, as if he knew what Brando was thinking.

Only Antitina took a soft breath and, of the many people present, she alone heard the underlying meaning of Brando's words.

This young man wants to change the rules of the entire Eruin.

He is going to inject new blood for this old noble system.

Antitina didn't know if she had heard it wrong. She didn't understand why a young aristocrat with almost no roots was surging with such magnificent ideals and beliefs--perhaps already transformed into a powerful force.

Knowing that this aristocrat understands.

But it was the first time she saw the outline of the plan, and she was already in the dream. She opened her mouth slightly and took a soft breath, but for a moment she didn't know what to do.

Antitina stood there.

(***. I think the classmates who can see it have some support. The 12000 reminder is really a waste of money.)