Vol 4 Chapter 13

The waitress Edessa looked out of the terrace with anxiety, the sky was clear, but there seemed to be some disturbing haze under the veil-like clouds in this increasingly heavier port. In her eyes, a tiled red roof stretches into the distance, and the magnificent building complex depicts a unique landscape of the Passa Road District.

That is the glitz of aristocracy, exquisite, with a pleasant taste everywhere. But the traces of the heavy rain are still there, and the broken branches in the courtyard that have not been cleaned seem to represent some kind of bad sign.

"I'll have someone clean them, and the people below are too ridiculous." Edessa sighed and said softly. But rather than talking to himself, he asked softly.

She stared at the back of the man on the terrace. Her dark brown, almost black hair flowed like a waterfall on the red cloak, and the edge of the cloak was covered with white fur and fell to the ground.

"Adesa, don't need it. I don't notice anyway, you know, in fact you don't need to be so careful." The man said, his voice was as soft as flowing water. He looked up, as if taking a deep breath: "Hmm ... did you feel it? This is the smell after the storm. Only now is the air the cleanest, as if the world was completely new."

"But in fact this season is very messy, the branches blown by the wind, the tiles scraped from the roof," Edessa replied, "for ordinary people, when they go to the street at this time, A dangerous thing. "

"Well, Edessa, if you don't say it. I don't know it? You're always like this, is the world so useless in your eyes?" The man couldn't help laughing. Edessa saw him sighing, a little upset, but still replied, "My task is to tell me what I see, Your Highness."

The man smiled slightly and did not answer.

Suddenly she saw a group of white pigeons flying from a certain direction, which should be the square on Newsoke Avenue. The maid looked at the birds soaring. But it wasn't suddenly that her heart was moving towards freedom; she turned back, looking at her master, and asked with a little worry: "His Royal Highness. It's been many days."

"Don't worry," the man replied. Edessa heard that his tone was not so sure, but she knew the temper of her master so she stopped speaking. Instead, I buried the uneasiness in my heart well.

This was something she had become accustomed to.

The room was silent for a while, and Edessa watched the flock of pigeons fly away. She suddenly remembered the stories told by old people when she was a child. It is rumored that when the northern flocks of birds migrate south, they will pass through storms and fight against their destiny day after day in the rain and lightning, but really Can you? She couldn't help looking at the back.

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Outside the carriage, the bustling shops form a unique scenery of the capital. Although the breath of war seemed to have faded a little bit, the merchants replenished Ampelsel with its bustling vitality.

Brando opened the carriage door and carefully lifted Antitina off the carriage. This is a little embarrassed to call Miss Staff, originally as a follower, this should be her job.

Rather than let Lord Lord turn around.

Next is Miss Merchant. Roman flew from the carriage to Brando's arms. Then the merchant lady giggled and smirked, causing Brando to ruffle her tender face a bit.

"Ah!" Roman's little eyebrows immediately raised.

Brando looked up and looked at the carriage on the other side of the square. The carriage curtain was opened slightly, and the half-elf girl looked at them from behind, then nodded slightly to him.

Although Her Royal Highness was anxious to find a way to quell the chaos in the north as soon as possible. But the time to meet Lord Wood was finally delayed until the next day—

The current Ampersel is full of forces from all sides. But in the final analysis, the strength of the princess's side prevailed, followed by the temple and the aristocracy in the north. The strength that the temple took for granted was after this well-known mistake. Have to hide temporarily under the table.

As the ultimate responsibility of this incident, Wood is actually not the first person in the Temple of Fire at Port Ampelsel-after he left the position of the High Priest, the Temple has identified a new candidate. The new high priest, Gladys, is not famous in the temple, but Brando is familiar with this consistent neutral; this is a good old man who has served as the main sacrifice in the principality of Antobroz in the future. Fair and neutral attitude, the temple sent this person to Ampersel can also see the Cruzs' change of attitude towards the North and South forces-the new high priest will not reach the port at least until the middle of the year, so Wood still takes into account Some daily affairs of the high priest.

Yesterday when the princess took him to meet Wood, the deputy principal sacrifice, she did not expect that the latter happened to leave the city to appease the parishioners. It was not until the next morning that the Lord's invitation was sent to the two.

This time Brando brought Antitina, but Miss Merchant also had to follow, because for some reason-mainly in the last battle, the Miss missed everyone, plus Titan In a series of discussions about the ownership of the wreckage, Lord Roman's key identity as the actual manipulator-the young lady's name is already well known in the port, so Brando took her with him It's not very shocking. Of course, the most important thing is that Brando understands that he is absolutely impossible to defeat Miss Lapi's merchant.

Princess Griffin brought her younger brother. The carriage for the four of them soon met in the central square. At the invitation of Her Royal Highness, Brando and the staff of the staff switched to the carriage. Brando saw the little Prince Haruzer sitting next to the princess at first glance.

In history, Prince Haruzer sat quietly next to his sister, just like Brando's impression a few years later. This is still a quiet and weak boy, or rather a child. He rested his hands on his knees a little cramped, and dropped his head. The soft hair on the forehead almost hangs over the collar flower of the chest. If it is not a white shirt with a royal coat of arms and a lion-shaped sword, it is difficult for you to believe at first glance that this will be the future of Alluin king.

Griffin couldn't help sighing at seeing his brother look like this. In her opinion, Brando will definitely occupy an important position in this kingdom in the future. She originally wanted her younger brother to have a good relationship with the kingdom's "sisters"; in fact, she even hoped that Brando could become a Kazakhstan. Lu Ze's teacher-this is not a matter of fate, Brando's current strength is entirely qualified to assume this position. If he still needs to be humble, then except for the old monsters from the ZTE era, such as Tulaman, I am afraid that no one can admit that he is qualified to teach His Royal Highness.

However, Her Royal Highness also knew clearly of her brother's performance. I'm afraid it's hard to get into the eyes of this knight. After all, the positions of teachers and students are complementary. In her opinion, Brando didn't need a royal student to show his identity, but he was not willing to teach an unwieldy disciple to smear his face.

Of course, some people may covet this position because they want to show their respect to the royal family. Griffin was used to such cases. There was also part of the reason that Overwell was willing to teach her swordsmanship that year, and everyone knew the love of his daughter.

But unfortunately, not everyone is a wolf jazz, and not everyone is Brando. Princess Griffin thought of this, and only sighed quietly.

What she didn't expect was that when she felt something hopeless, Brando, who was sitting quietly, had a great interest in the little prince. He was sitting next to Miss Staff, and the Princess Highness didn't speak. The Miss Merchant was curiously opening the drawer on the side of the carriage to find snacks from the inside—she was obviously not the first time to ride Princess Griffin's carriage, in short. There was no one in the carriage for a moment, and with this brief silence in the compartment, Brando looked carefully at the future King of Eruin, his Majesty.

To be honest.

This is the first time in this life that he has seen the little prince, and even with the previous life, he and His Royal Highness have only a few faces. Although he had contacted the upper circles of the kingdom in the last period of ZTE in that era. But he and His Royal Highness have never been familiar.

of course.

Nominally, Haruze should be considered King of Eruin at that time.

But for some well-known reasons, such as the obstruction of the Grand Duke Alec, the future King Her Majesty may not have a day of independence. And in fact he lacked this ability himself, and Prince Haruze in Brando's memory was just as introverted as now. Cowardly, this is almost the deadliest shortcoming of being a royal family-even aristocracy.

Cruz's famous Lowland lord, Hordland has a famous line in the game: "Nobles can be vicious, insidious, greedy, and even do nothing, but they must not lack responsibility!"

And Prince Haruze happened to be such a person.

His temperament is said to have a close connection with the new Queen of Oberu VII, which is only a rumor, but the court struggle has more or less developed the timid nature of His Royal Highness the Prince; although Princess Griffin is deep Favored by the old king, Brando knew that the royal court had always been Sifah—the power of the queen's side prevailed.

Prince Haruze in history did not wake up until his sister, Princess Griffin, was murdered. But it was too late, and Madara invaded Eruin for the third time, and Eruin died.

After that Brando left this sad place. Later, there were rumors that Aiko and Yula's daughter, Elara, had re-established a resistance group in Eruin. Some people said that Prince Haruze was not killed in the fire when the capital city was broken, but was killed by a cross. Buga rescued and later married Elara.

But these are all rumors, and no one has seen them in person. Not to mention Brando, who was already in Saint-Osor at that time.

But history did not allow Brando to despise His Royal Highness, on the contrary, it just deepened his curiosity. He has read an article on the Internet by an Eruin netizen who introduced this prince. Although it is said that Prince Haruze is introverted, he is actually very outstanding in many aspects, especially in learning magic and swordplay. Talent is outstanding.

That article even faintly suggested that His Royal Highness may be a candidate.

Of course, this is just one-sided words for Brando. But it does not prevent him from exploring the truth. As far as he knows, Prince Haruze has learned sword art under the instruction of Princess Griffin since he was a child. It is said that it has not been effective, and this makes His Royal Highness desperate. Where does the argument come from?

Or is it just eye-catching?

Brando looked at the hand of the little Prince Haruzer, as white and slender as a woman. He shook his head and couldn't help but shook his head. This was not a pair of hands that used swords all the year round, not to mention the hands of talents with outstanding sword skills.

As we all know, any talent comes from hard training. Even a genius of swordsmanship such as Buga is the fruit of countless hours of training. There is no truth in this world that is earned without effort-of course, Brando knows that his situation is exceptional, but he does not think that Prince Haruzer Like himself, he is a party.

But in history, did the little prince hate swordplay, or was he not good at swordplay? Which side was right? Brando was sitting in the carriage, but Haruze seemed to notice his eyes and shrank his hands.

"What's wrong?" Her Royal Highness immediately realized her brother's anomaly, and she asked a little unhappyly. The education of the royal family required their descendants to maintain the minimum appearance under any circumstances, and today Haruzer's performance is obviously a bit excessive.

She knew that her brother was always introverted and afraid of life, but she was too helpless. In particular, she didn't want Haruzer to leave the impression that he could be bullied in front of Brando.

Seeing his sister get serious, Haruzer was startled, and stuttered, "No ... nothing, sister."

"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness is only ten years old, right? At this age, it seems too early to study magic." Brando suddenly narrowed his eyes and said.

Nobles often let their children follow some famous court wizards to learn magic and knowledge, such as the chief court wizard Lewoods who died in the Battle of Ampelsel to Princess Griffin and the geek Garlock to the king The eldest son is the other sister.

But in fact, all the magic of Warnde will eventually involve drawing power from the sea of ​​magic. Although designed to weave the rules, the dark magic will more or less affect the caster, so wizards are mostly physically weak.

For the same reason, although most apprentices of wizards begin to learn related knowledge when they are mostly four or five years old, they actually begin to learn magic after they reach adulthood. Or at least after the age of thirteen.

But Brando found something interesting in Haruzer.

He could almost conclude that His Royal Highness had practiced dark magic.

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(ps: A chapter is written in Silent Cavern, which is slightly better, ohh)

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