Vol 4 Chapter 3

As soon as the mother dragon left, Brando was finally free. He hurriedly created a polo ball and threw it on his face. The cold temperature finally calmed down the accelerating blood, and then rushed out with a coat.

As soon as I went out, I saw Antitina in the courtyard. Antitina was sitting on a stone chair and reading a geography book, but her mind was obviously not on the book.

"The princess seems very angry." The lady awaited Brando who came out, lowered the scroll, and asked anxiously. "Nothing," Brando sighed. "What about Aroz?"

"Lord Lord is the old lady of the Dragon clan? I didn't see her. She left?"

"No, forget it." Brando turned and was chasing. "Wait a minute," the aide stood up, grabbed him, and saw her lord turned back in confusion, before she carefully reminded: "Take care of your clothes, lord lord."

According to Brando's habit, there was no particular dress code, and he ran out with a coat. Antinina looked at his disheveled look, flushed, and stretched out his hand to give him a full collar.

Brando didn't pay much attention to Tonigel. If it wasn't for his demeanor, it would make people doubt his nobility. But civilians are not as knowledgeable. In fact, it is Freud who takes care of him every day-the carefree lady is herself confused, not to mention the responsibility of entering the lord's fiancee-it is for this reason that the elder sister of the two sisters of the wild elves will be commissioned The trooper is called 'Miss Lord Maid's Maid'.

But if Fro is the maid captain, Antitina's role is more like a steward. I saw her help Brando straighten out. Gently wiped off the dust on the black flannel, slightly annoyed: "When will Lord Lord notice his majesty?"

For something like majesty, Brando never thought it was born, and he didn't care. It was not the first time that Antitina helped him organize his clothes. To be honest, he could not see the difference between the finishing and the previous ones, but felt that it was purely superfluous. But he did not refuse. Just asking:

"Antinina, how long have I been unconscious?"

"We've been in Ampelsel for half a month, Lord Lord." Miss Staff helped him button up his chest. I looked around and nodded in satisfaction.

"So long!" Brando was startled, thinking he had been in a coma for only two or three days. "After I was in a coma that day. What happened later? What about Duke Sifaher and his minions?"

"The Grand Duke is dead."

"Ha !?" The news was completely unpredictable, and Brando had never dreamed that one of the most important figures in Eruin's history would have died.

He hesitated for a moment before asking: "Antinina, what happened after I was unconscious that day. What happened to the battle later, please tell me in detail."

...

The endless demons seemed to surge from the darkness. It was like being involved in a nightmare that was borderless and couldn't wake up. Rainstorms poured, and lightning crossed the rain line, drawing a silver chain between the heavens and the earth.

Princess Griffin was pale--

"Mr. Stephen ... Keke ... Your Royal Highness will be given to you."

"Mr. Raeld, I promise you, in the name of the knight."

"No, Sir Reid! I command you not to do this. I want to stay here!" She screamed in that nightmare. But the serious old knight grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her out. She fluttered lightly, over the top of the demon's head, and drifted away, her final vision fixed on the kingdom's male lion looking north in the rain.

The snow-covered plateau moss. That is the honor of the White Lion.

It was the battlefield for which countless white lions had been dormant. Perhaps every knight will return to his hometown in the end, but only the White Lion will guard this land forever.

This is a legend passed down by the old. They swore under the sword and followed it.

The kingdom's lion armor was covered with scars, but the rain quickly washed away the blood on it. Griffin was in tears. Templar Stephen grabbed her hand and led her to a path of blood from the Demon Army.

"Why not let me die there, there are my people there!" She remembered shouting as if she had lost her mind.

But Stephen looked back and looked at her. "I am not an Eruin, Your Royal Highness. But if everyone rests on this battlefield, your kingdom will one day repeat this mistake."

"Treasure your life, you are not living for your own sake."

Yes.

Griffin stepped quickly out of the temple, took a few steps, and slowed down again. Suddenly stopped, standing on a marble staircase made of snow, sighing quietly. Yeah, what kind of temper did you lose? Even the usual calmness and cultivation were lost.

"His Royal Highness Princess, please pay attention to your feet," the female official chasing after him reminded angrily. "Temis, let's wait for the count to come out here," Princess Griffin sighed and replied.

"what happened?"

The princess did not answer. The temple square was light white, slightly dazzling. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, her eyes like a silver thread. The lady officer soon discovered that her Royal Highness seemed to be out of nowhere.

For the princess, this is rare.

Griffin was truly amazing. Her eyes crossed the distant horizon, as if under the same blue sky, and returned to the battlefield of that day. A heavy long poem is interwoven with the sword and sword, iron and blood.

Perhaps dying on the battlefield at the time was a relief. However, those who survive have to bear a heavier burden, and even inherit the grief from the dead.

But the living has no right to choose. She pursed her lips-there were too many dead.

The last head of the White Lion Corps, the kingdom's lion, Highlander's sharp sword Reid died. In a war triggered by civil war.

Archduke Sifah also died, the one she had hated. He was the manipulator of the first Titan. Dead in Miss Merchant's hands, no bones left. When she heard the news, she thought she would be happy, but she even lost her excitement.

The Marquis of Balta, the Marquis of Youxi, the Count of Vitokin, the Great Sword Lord of the Aleks, the chief wizard of the kingdom, Lewoods, no matter what power they belonged to, they were all Eruins.

There are even so many non-commissioned officers and students who are too late to leave their names-no one knows what story may be hidden behind an unknown body on the battlefield, and no one knows how his close friends are behind that Sad.

Only when she held Beth's body crying and crying Freya did she feel the cold sting.

That's enough.

This civil war is over.

But the aristocracy in the north was still eager to move, and lost the comfort of the Shifah family. Even the situation in the future becomes even more chaotic. The uncle's whereabouts are unknown, but presumably he will not be arrested. Count Denel was ambiguous, and the two grand-princes might be able to take a share of the situation after waiting for the unrest.

On the surface, after the war, Eruin seemed to usher in a new life. But in fact it has reached the edge of the cliff. Princess Griffin suddenly felt helpless and realized that maybe the situation was better.

At least the kingdom is not in danger of being torn apart.

She didn't know how she had been here for the past half month, and the army of silver elves was stationed at Ampelsel. The dragon's famous name has deterred all forces from constricting. Dare to move. Tulaman's arrival made Ampersel's situation clearer, but she understood that all these seemingly irrelevant nouns were linked because of that person.

That person with the title 'miracle'.

Suddenly she found that the fate of all Eruin was in the hands of one person. But this person was neither her nor her brother.

...

"You mean, Archduke Sifaher was beaten to death by a punch from Roman? Huh, self-satisfied." Brando had a happy moment in his mind, and half of the responsibility for the future of Eruin's destruction would rest on this guy. If he was for his own power, that would make sense. But I didn't expect this guy to be a cultist.

When Brando thought of the tragic fate of His Highness Princess and Valkyrie only because of a mad plan of a cult, he was furious.

But he soon became silent. What really worried him was the health of Antitina. In the previous conversation, he carefully asked about the staff member's 'resurrection' on the battlefield, but including Antitina herself, it was not clear what was going on.

He began to suspect the credit for the demon item on the battlefield, but Antitina soon ruled out the possibility. Although it wasn't immediately clear what that thing was, Brando could tell at a glance that it seemed to be sealed. No effect is possible at all.

And Antitina herself also proved that she has no ability to heal herself. First of all, her blood is normal red, which proves that she does not have gold or silver bloodlines. Secondly, her wound healing time is normal.

But this situation disturbed Brando. He knew some special abilities could have the effect of resurrection, but those were not reassuring abilities. Some even come at the expense of life.

However, Brando did not disclose this information to his own staff member. It's a good-faith lie, he was determined to investigate it himself.

"Self-professional?" Antitina looked up at Brando's words.

"It means being on your own," Brando explained. The staff lady gave him a stern glance: "Lord Lord, don't always invent some strange words. It will be joke. You know so much, but always like to use some slang."

"Only civilians would say that."

"I didn't invent it." Brando couldn't help but grin. It's been more than a year since I crossed the world like dreaming, but some oral words are hard to change. In particular, idioms with a historical background, except for a small part of the overlap with Jiufeng's settings, will mostly be used as slang words of the country guy

But this is also no way out. In a short time, people can quickly adapt to the environment, but they cannot change deep-rooted habits. He has lived in this world for a year, spent 17 years in the game, and lived in another world for a full 30 years.

However, Archduke Sifaher died, and a well-known family in history was thus in a state of fragmentation. Without the restraint of this powerful force in the north, the nobles have become ambitious. No wonder Her Royal Highness came to him in such a hurry.

He did not expect such a famous person in history to die like this. Also Marquis Youxi, Earl Vitokin, and even Marquis Balta and Master Lewoods died. Lewoods died under the surprise attack of another demon king, but saved the Royal First Fleet's flagship victory. Boatman.

Enroc, one of the three Elunes, was also dead, and Brando remembered the young man who was as grinning as Cagles, and sighed in his heart. He was determined to protect them, the future of this kingdom.

"The guy from Begnin actually sent the little prince back," Brando replied grittedly. "Did he think he would be forgiven?"

"No, in fact, Prince Haruzer did not send him back." Antitina helped him with the buttons on his sleeves, and finally took a step back, relieved: "Okay, Lord Lord."

"Thank you, Antinina," Brando asked, "what the **** is going on?"

"I heard that it seemed to have been returned by Medusa. I don't know exactly what happened, maybe you can ask Her Royal Highness." Seeing Brando still want to speak, the lady staff quickly interrupted him: " Well, don't let His Royal Highness wait too long, Lord Lord-you are now the Earl of the Kingdom. "

"What? Earl? Where is my fiefdom?" Brando froze slightly, which was completely unexpected. He didn't care about it at first, and then he blurted and asked.

"Count Tongel, Lord Lord."

"Isn't this the same?" Brando sagged.

Then he stared hard.

...

Brando has just stepped out of the temple—the reconstruction of the Anderle Grande Temple has only been completed for less than half. When he passed through the corridor, he saw the collapsed wall and the scaffolding. These are Xia His masterpiece, of course Brando would never admit it-and then he saw His Royal Highness waiting outside.

"your Highness."

Griffin turned back and nodded in satisfaction of his costume. "How good is the count?"

"It's okay ... Her Royal Highness ..." Brando was interrupted by Princess Griffin before she could say: "Mr. Brando, the nobles of the north intend to hold my brother to the throne. The temple also intends to facilitate our peace talks with the North. What do you think of this? "

Brando froze, isn't that a good thing? But he immediately responded: "Are they qualified?"

"No, they have no conditions. They just hope that we promise the kingdom to maintain the status quo." Princess Griffin answered quietly. Brando was silent, and the kingdom remained the same? Which status quo? Is this immortality?

This is unacceptable to him and the princess.

The aristocrats of the North still wanted to maintain the status of semi-independence since Onin VII. Brando only felt that these guys were really daydreaming.

He put away his joke before he asked coldly, "What if we don't agree? Are they going to rebel? Will the Temple of Flame support these people behind?"

Her Royal Highness shook her head: "I'm afraid not, but even that is unacceptable. The North is facing the threat of war ... Reid ... The old army chief has given you the White Lion Corps. You should know ? "

"What!" Brando almost jumped up. "He gave me the White Lion Army? Will anyone else agree?"

He suddenly shut up. The Marquis Baltar is dead, and Relder is dead on the battlefield. If this is really the legacy of that lion, maybe the White Lion Legion will really fall into his hands.

This is good news.

But not exactly--

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