Chapter 302

"Well... This is really... Very interesting!"

In the reception room of the silver hall, Brandon de sallion, leaning on the back of the chair, comfortably put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs in no image, and had a surprise and playful smile on his face:

"My dear brother, his royal highness, the crown prince of the saxophone Empire, actually asked me for help. It's really... Er, help think of a word. How can you describe it?"

"Incredible?" the black haired wizard sitting opposite him raised his mouth and held a glass of pink wine in his hand, which gave him a little more thought.

If anyone sees him sitting directly opposite his royal highness, and he is not sitting respectfully, I'm afraid he will be stunned directly?

Just being disrespectful to the royal family, without any respect or inferiority, can make Loren Turin get a stable "iron rice bowl" in the Royal prison in the capital Golovin until he sits at the bottom of the prison.

Of course, they are more likely to be directly ignored by them. After all, Brandon Dessalio's highness is known as a "wonderful flower" under the Empire. In order to drive away the admirer of the Royal Highness Princess, almost the master of a count's house sat on a "soil plane".

In contrast, what is this small "crime"?

"Incredible!"

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Brandon's face was a smile brighter than the sun: "the Holy Cross is on the. I really want to see his expression when he said that sentence. I can pay any price! That must be... Very, very interesting!"

Loren shrugged his shoulders and took an undeniable sip of the wine: "so, what are you going to say to him - I mean your brother, crown prince Connaught."

Brandon's eyes stagnated, and he gave a slight meditation: "well... It's really a problem, and it's difficult to do."

The dark haired wizard also nodded.

As Ruth infinit said, this is no longer an internal dispute and contradiction, but a matter related to the safety of the Empire.

Even if there is only one revelation from the Holy Cross and some clues found at the border, we must also take it seriously - after all, those enemies in the north are evil gods who once destroyed the Dragon Kingdom and almost destroyed the whole human world!

Loren had a real experience.

Mazka in the ancient wood forest is only an incomplete individual, and another "Asriel" Ariel can only cling to a dead person and rely on the power of the nine pointed star holy grail to maintain her dream world.

Even so, these evil gods that can only survive and barely maintain their "existence" are still not something that ordinary people can resist - even an empty evil god body can easily destroy a fully armed elite army, which can be countered only by a giant dragon.

So what if it's a real, completely coming evil god?

Hypothetically, imagine that if mazka is trapped in the dream world of the cave, when the huge, decayed and decayed body appears in the ancient wood forest

Who on earth can stop it?

It's hopeless just to think about it, isn't it - it's not difficult to understand why the crown prince Connor would be willing to humbly ask Brandon for help.

The Dragon milaxis is his only hope.

Brandon still hesitated and couldn't make a decision. His blurred eyes seemed to think of something else.

"Why don't Ruth infinite explain to you?" the black haired wizard asked tentatively, "maybe he hasn't told me more information - after all, he is the person in charge of this matter. Don't you see him?"

The prince was stunned for a moment, then he burst out laughing: "my dear wizard consultant, it seems that you still don't understand why he told you this, right?"

"Is there any special reason?" Lauren frowned slightly.

"It's very simple, there's only one." Brandon's smile flashed a trace of contempt and ridicule: "because Lord LUT infinite, the leader of the night watchman and the most loyal dog leg of the father, knows very well that I won't believe a word he says!"

"... therefore, he knows very well how much he regrets watching my every move even if he kneels down in front of me and confesses to me. How much my dear brother Connor needs my help now, brotherhood, family responsibility, the duty of the imperial family, the safety of the Empire..."

Brandon rolled his eyes, held his chin in his hands, pursed his mouth, muttered without image, and then shrugged his shoulders in disdain.

Loren sighed, as if regretting some night watchman leader, but his heart moved slightly.

There must be a story between the two.

"So, instead of wasting my time, I'd better find someone I can trust to convince me, or... So that I won't take it as a trap for me at the beginning. Fortunately, he happens to know a guy I can trust."

Brandon, who showed a sorry look, tilted his head and looked bitterly at the black haired wizard opposite: "unfortunately, that person is you, my wizard adviser, Lord Loren Turin."

"In that case... I've told you everything I know." with a wink, Loren put down his glass and smiled at the prince in front of him: "Your Highness Brandon de sallion, what's your decision?"

"Hmm..." the prince holding his cheeks muttered, and once again fell into the agony of hesitation.

At the next moment, the smiling black haired wizard suddenly tightened his back, felt as if he had been stared at by something, and turned back in surprise

He found Brandon staring at himself cunningly, with red eyes that made people hair.

"What do you want to do?"

"I just thought... Why don't you make this decision for me?!"

"Me?"

"Yes, it's you!" Brandon smiled excitedly. "This is my decision - Lord Loren Turin, I'll give you the choice of this matter!"

"Yes or no?"

"Lord Loren Turin, right now, at this moment, I entrust my destiny to you." Brandon's rare solemnity: "because you are my wizard adviser. No matter what I'm going to face, that's what you're going to face."

Lauren looked at Brandon de sallion with red eyes in surprise.

After being surprised, he fell into meditation.

The question will never be simple, but the answer will always be surprisingly concise.

So the key is not the choice, but the consequences of making the choice.

"I have a small problem." Lauren looked up thoughtfully and looked at Brandon. "If you don't agree, what will happen?"

Brandon smiled.

"First of all, there is no doubt that they will be arrested back to the capital of Timor, Golovin, and then ban their feet - but this will not be the most critical. After all, it is not the first time."

"Then, the evil gods in the north and their army of demons..." His Royal Highness pondered and was fascinated: "this is a gamble."

"If everything is safe, naturally the so-called call for help will be over - naturally, the imperial brothers will hate me more, but it doesn't matter; the northern Legion and those nobles and church Knights will think I'm a coward, but it doesn't matter. They don't like me."

"But if everything is true..." the black haired wizard nodded silently.

"Then when the army of evil gods came to duanjie mountain and the Empire had to face them again." Brandon looked blandly at his wizard adviser:

"I am the sinner of the saxophone Empire and the disgrace of the desallion family - about half the Empire will rise up and attack it. Let my father behead me?"

"The kind, wise and wise lord Eckhardt II will hesitate for a few seconds for his disgraced son in this matter?"

"Naturally, if this is a trap, you also have to take risks." the black haired wizard calmly looked at the cover in front of him: "but one of his highness once told me that he was tired of going on like this and was ready to make a change."

"So... Will he really make any changes?"

"He will."

Brandon de sallion carefully looked at Laurent: "as I said, I'm here to save the world

And I'm serious! "