Vol 4 Chapter 1

A snowy warhorse was carrying the messenger through the rebuilt port of Ampelsel, passing by near the war monument under construction on St. White's Square, causing a lot of commotion.

A white dove flew up on the square, and the workers at the scaffolding couldn't help looking back in suspicion. The monk wearing a robe by the fountain stopped and watched. The messenger's embroidered ribbon crescented in the sun. With.

The royal messenger.

This is the first time in half a month.

Something big happened, and everyone was skeptical. But only those who are truly informed understand what is happening:

That man woke up.

The harassment of the whole port for half a month finally came to an end.

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"Really?" Her Royal Highness looked back while talking to the female officer. She looked at the ordering servant, and her beautiful silver eyes showed an unstoppable surprise. "You wait, I'm going to see him."

"Her Royal Highness, first make up your appearance," the female officer on the side immediately reminded.

"No need." Griffin didn't look back, and hurried out, carrying her skirt, "Timis, help me prepare the carriage."

As if in darkness, Brando lifted himself through a long dream. Everything in the dream was real and vague. He remembered the sawmill as a child when he was a kid, but there were many people who knew and did not know him. The grandfather taught his swordsmanship under the watch of everyone.

There will be a scene of towering towers and cars flowing endlessly. The school sister is wearing a gray trench coat and a thick scarf. Reading in a bookstore on the other side of the crosswalk. He desperately called her name, but she remained unheard of.

He rushed across the road. But the scene changed again.

Everything darkened and turned into a quiet lake shore. A tall tower stands by the lake, with a black moon reflecting in the water. A little starlight floats in the sky. This strange dream seems to be showing something.

Brando waded toward the tower alone, and he saw the shadow of the wolf in the forest, making him shudder.

However, suddenly the whole world was turbulent again, as if the dream had been pulled from his mind and the scenery began to collapse. Restraint the light to break through the darkness, then his eyelids moved, and the eyeballs could feel the slight light outside through the capillaries under the eyelids.

At that moment, the five senses of silence for a long time seemed to resume work. He first heard the chirping birdsong. Seems to be a pleasant morning. But he lay in the warm bed for a moment, and then remembered everything that happened before. The memories gathered like a piece of debris in his head to form a complete line.

He opened his eyes.

The light behind the gauze curtains stunned him again immediately.

Then he could see the Romans who were sleeping, and the merchant lady was lying on his body with half of her body, her little face pressed against his chest and her mouth opened. Drool hangs a silver thread on the quilt.

Seeing this, Brando finally calmed down. I am alive. But where is this? What was the outcome of the battle? What about Her Royal Highness?

He soon found himself lying on a large soft bed, which looked like a work of art, with pillars covered with gold foil supporting a luxuriously unimaginable vault, with countless veils hanging from all sides. Such a scene made him immediately associate the word 'palace' in his mind.

He looked up. Immediately saw Antitina looking nervously at herself. Miss Staff's face was awkward. In her opinion, the lord's fiancee was a bit unsightly, but she couldn't convince Roman to leave Brando. Miss Merchant hugged Brando tightly. It's like holding a treasure.

She only sighed, "Master Lord ... you finally woke up." There was no word in the latter half of the sentence, but Brando had already seen the joy and happiness in her eyes.

He knew exactly why Antitina sighed, and he had no choice but to accept the behavior of Miss Merchant. He nodded gently to Antitina, his eyes behind her met Meissa-the silver elf princess was surrounded by two elven warriors wearing silver chain armor and long shawls.

The silver elf really came, Brando thought.

"Lord Lord."

"Lord Lord."

"Lord Lord!" Everyone said as soon as Matissa started. With a look of crying out at Murphys, if it wasn't for Andreig's glances on the side, Charles and Cargris gave him a thumbs up. Brando finally saw Akane on the sofa behind everyone.

The little introverted girl just glanced at him from a distance, then relieved.

"What happened to the battle? Her Royal Highness?" Although everyone was here, it looked like the results were clear. But Brando asked uneasily.

An old but bright voice instead of Antitina replied: "Because of the noble behavior of a heroic young man, Ampersel-no, the entire Eruin is preserved. Rest assured, my friend."

This unexpected voice turned Brando back. Then he realized that there was a silver-haired silver eyebrow, a white robe, and a gentle old man sitting by the window. Who was Turaman, the master of Mithril Castle?

"Master Turaman, you are here too." Brando was really surprised this time. The silver elf came because of his request, but Turaman was an unexpected guest.

However, he actually thought about the origin of the other party.

Sure enough, Tulaman smiled and replied: "It was at the invitation of an old friend. Anyway, there is a demon here, and I should come back. Wood's thing, it seems I must apologize to you, forget that That guy is so stubborn. "

Brando was silent, he did not blame Wood, but thought that the aristocracy was so stubborn. If there is still a little room for turning around, it will not cause the situation to the day, and I will pay for this indifference. There are countless lives and blood.

Tulaman continued: "You also know that the high priest himself regrets it, in fact he has given up all his duties as the high priest and the temple. He is willing to spend the rest of his life to pay for it."

"Oh?"

Brando was a little hesitant, and Wood did this in order to maximize the reputation of the Temple of Fire. People like them do not usually take an oath, and once they take an oath, they cannot easily change it.

Wood had broken his own way. Give up the opportunity to promote the core of the temple. The threshold was only a step away from him.

Although he felt that the old guy was a little bit extra, Brando still regained a little respect for the high priest. If a person has such principles and pursuits, at least he will not be a shameless person.

Everything before can only be attributed to their different pursuits. Brando sighed and asked, "... So, the High Priest intends to stay in Eruin?"

Turaman glanced at him approvingly.

"My old friend originally wanted to live in seclusion in Eruin as a regional priest to see if he could contribute a little to the reconstruction of Ampelsel. But the temple assigned him another position."

"Huh?" Brando heard the temple. Ears sharply.

"Lord Lord, the Temple of Fire has asked High Priest Wood to act as a liaison between the princess and the nobles of the North, and High Priest Wood has accepted it." Antitina replied.

"The liaison?"

Brando was a little surprised, and it was interesting. He hadn't heard that the temple had this position. But what is the idea of ​​the Temple of Fire? Is Wood trying to make up for it, or is there another attempt?

to be frank. Of course, reconciliation with the temple through this incident is the best choice. After all, the Temple of Fire is a behemoth. Even if it will inevitably conflict with the Cruz Empire in the future, Brando does not want to be at least the present.

However, it seems that the temple is still not dead.

He frowned. "So, does the temple still want to mediate the relationship between North and South?" Cruz's rigidity was beyond his expectation. He thought the other party should have learned the lesson.

"My little friend, otherwise, what are you going to do? Expel the northern nobles, or kill them all?" Turaman looked at Brando with wise eyes.

Tulaman awakened Brando with a word, and he suddenly reacted, as if he thought the question too simple. Indeed, he could not kill the aristocracy or expel them, no matter how bad the reputation of the aristocracy, but at least he did not want to cause Eruin to fall apart immediately.

He frowned deeply.

Besides, there are many excellent talents in the aristocracy, and he has to admit it. Due to the difference in education level, the chance of producing talents in the aristocracy is much greater than that of the civilians. Of course he can find ways to give civilians the right to education, but this will not happen overnight, and the kingdom cannot be left alone.

Her Royal Highness has actually started to do the same thing, but it will take at least a generation to see results. Until then, he did need aristocracy to help build the future of Eruin.

But the point is that most of the aristocrats feel bad about their own interests. There are too few people like Eiko and Count Odin.

"But you can't just let them go. Besides, the cultists have already penetrated between these nobles, and the Temple of Fire itself may not be assured." Brando thought for a moment, and decided to start with the simple aspects first.

"But they have no reason to believe in you," Turaman responded slowly. "Besides, you have to believe that people will not make the same mistakes again and again. My old friend is also a savvy person. Otherwise, do you think that with his character, he will blindly obey the order of the temple? "

Brando thought for a moment that Wood, as a doer of the temple, did not seem to be a blind believer. He hesitated a moment before asking: "Does he want to stay and help Eruin? Is there anything he can do? What is his purpose?"

"Well, it seems you know my old friend well." Tulaman raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Actually, the reason is very simple. I can see that my old friend is very optimistic about you, otherwise I would not be invited here. Now. "

"Prince Wood ..." Brando heard an unbelievable message from Tulaman's voice. Wood even made peace with him, he suddenly realized that Wood must have realized some of the evils of the Temple of Fire from this disaster.

Could this guy want to change the way the Temple of Fire works?

He shook his head to throw this terrible thought out of his mind: "So, how is he going to deal with the nobles of the north?"

"I don't know either, but you will understand after you see that person," Wood replied.

"Who?"

"You will understand when the time comes," said the mysterious smile of the fortress of Mithrin Castle. "First talk about your physical condition, I'm curious, because of the injuries you could have survived. Silver people are afraid I do n’t have that ability. "

"This one……"

Brando froze slightly.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to be head-to-head with Titans that day. At that time life was less than a few thousand and it was negative, of course. It can be said that even if there are ten priests around him to treat him after being unconscious, it is too late to pull his life back to a positive number.

After all, at that time, the unyielding talent was at most but only half a minute in duration.

But now he is alive and well, and his body doesn't seem to be uncomfortable. Tulaman asked how he survived, and to be honest, it was a mystery to himself.

He suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Thank you for saving me, Master Turaman."

Tulaman laughed, "I didn't save you, you have to thank this lady."

"Huh?" Brando froze, and immediately heard a dissatisfied hum. "Huh!" He turned back and immediately met those golden eyes.

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the golden eyes.

It was a crystal-like color, with a bright flame burning inside, which looked touching, but full of a confident temperament. These clear and transparent eyes belonged to a young girl-her master was arrogantly short, and her long curly hair hung down playfully and pinched on her shoulders.

She still wore the same leather outfit as last time, but changed her look. I didn't see the sword either, but holding a book.

Brando saw the title of the book-"Selected Cooking of Eruin" on top of Dragon, but he also understood it.

If ordinary people see all this, they will think that this is a young girl who is full of vitality and has a passion for cooking. But if you really think that way, that would be a big mistake.

Because the little girl who stared at Brando fiercely was actually a dragon.

And it is very angry, very dissatisfied little female dragon.

Immediately there was a fire coming out of his mouth.

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(Ps: I sorted out the ideas and outline of the new volume yesterday. I coded two chapters today, but only issued one chapter. If I can still code two chapters tomorrow, I will post two chapters. After all, it is a new plot. That's it.) (To be continued)

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