Chapter 427

A month after the battle of duanjieshan fortress.

The roaring snowstorm finally stopped, and the black iron crown flag was still flying at the top of spiral peak of duanjieshan fortress.

Prince sakran with his entourage, wearing a cloak, stood outside the South Gate of duanjieshan fortress; Brandon de sallion, who stood opposite him, still had an incomparably bright smile on his face and looked at his "beloved brother" without showing weakness.

Behind him, there were only more than 100 Legion soldiers and Loren after the battle of blood skeleton valley.

The dark haired wizard on his side glanced at him secretly, and an imperceptible smile flashed around his mouth - Brandon, who was calm on the surface, and his hands were shaking all the time behind his back.

"According to our previous agreement and the wishes of the father Emperor... Today you must leave the fortress of duanjie mountain, leave the northern boundary of the glacier, cross the gem River and return to the capital Golovin."

Connord, with a grim face and a heavy voice, was like a steel sword sharpening the edge: "after all... It's too dangerous to let the only two heirs of the Empire be in the fortress of duanjieshan."

"I agree with this with both hands... The wind and snow in the north is really impressive. I will never forget it in my life!"

Brandon deliberately bit the words, but the bright smile on his face did not decrease at all:

"Do you need me to take a message for you to my father and sister-in-law phillanai? I guess I may be so useful - and with your entrustment, they can have a little hope for me, the disgraced prince!"

"I don't think it's necessary. You can deal with it casually." connord disagreed.

Suddenly, Brandon's face showed an ambiguous smile and made a deliberate gesture: "I said... Even if the father didn't have it, there wouldn't be no sister-in-law fillonay? You know, she asked me to ask for it several times before I came..."

Before he finished, Brandon shut up when he saw connord's cold expression.

Prince saklan glanced at him lightly: "is there anything else you need?"

"I'll leave before the evening. Before that, I need to prepare some necessities for the road. Do you mind?" Brandon shrugged his shoulders.

Connord nodded his consent.

"Then..."

Brandon dragged a long tone and smiled more and more: "if there's no problem, can you send a team of guards of the fortress to escort me from the fortress to the gem river?"

"You have your own escort." Conrad calmly refused: "you still have the Dragon mirassis. Don't you need another escort?"

"Yes, but when I came here, I almost died in the wasteland in the north?" Brandon tilted his head and looked at Conrad provocatively: "I can at least rest a lot with the army of duanjieshan fortress."

"Dear brother, I almost died without a whole body."

Connord frowned slightly and snorted coldly.

"Not this time."

Prince saklan narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice: "I can assure you that as long as you are still in the territory of Prince saklan, you will not encounter any army that will attack you!"

"But... You have to make sure that things in melting pot won't happen again!"

"I, I try my best!"

Brandon, whose face was blue and white, stood on tiptoe, and his smile was a little stiff.

With a slight sigh, connord de sallion, who breathed cold air, stepped forward; Brandon almost instinctively wanted to hide, but he pressed his shoulder directly.

He looked at him as like as two peas, but not so much. The two people with opposite eyes are almost face to face.

The uneasy Brandon widened his eyes, didn't dare to blink, and swallowed his throat.

"Brandon, I don't object to you trying to take back what belongs to you, and I even admire it - it proves that you are a qualified de sallion, not the reckless Brandon."

"It's not always a good thing to break free from the shackles." connord looked at his brother with deep meaning: "from today on, I won't see you as my brother."

"But Brandon de sallion... Can you understand the difference?"

The prince smiled at his brother very stiff, but the corners of his mouth were twitching all the time.

"May the Holy Cross protect you and have a pleasant journey... I will always watch your every move."

"Remember, you are a de saloon... But not just a de saloon!"

Before Brandon could say anything, connord, who pulled up his cloak, turned and walked alone towards the fortress. The guards on both sides were as neat as a split wave, making way for Prince sakran.

Ernst dreisis, who stood in the front of the guard, didn't leave together. He looked back at the black haired wizard behind Brandon, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The silent Loren noticed the other party's line of sight, showed a formulaic smile to the middle-aged knight with his hands on his back, and nodded slightly with some apology.

Obviously, he didn't intend to follow his "suggestions"... Ernst shook his head regretfully, but he didn't intend to entangle too much. He just took a deep look at him and walked to the gray pupil boy standing behind the black haired wizard.

"Are you really ready to leave?" the middle-aged Knight frowned gently and looked at the gray pupil boy who didn't even want to look up at him:

"His highness connord has taken the initiative to confess his mistakes at the Legion meeting and cleared the charges for you and those hanged soldiers - you are still the youngest flag leader of the Empire. You still have a great future in the Legion and in the fortress of duanjie mountain."

"Who knows what will happen in the future? In another ten years, my position may be yours... Leaving now is really worthy of your highness who places high hopes on you and promotes you to reuse?"

Lucian, who did not lift his head, looked cold and clenched his teeth.

"I appreciate your Highness's attention, but I also swore." Lusen burst out word by word: "Loren Turin saved my life, and I will do my best to repay him."

"I'm sorry, Lord dreisis, I'm an Elman after all... We do what we say!"

"Just as a wizard escort... I remember when you came to the fortress of duanjie mountain, you said you would never be underestimated by others."

"If I break my promise, it will make others look down on me!"

The middle-aged Knight looked at him quietly and suddenly waved behind him; An attendant who always stood behind came forward and handed the two short swords to the grey pupil boy.

Lucian was surprised and looked up at the silent Ernst in surprise.

"This is sent back with the reply from elmond, your brother, Yuli weltz, Duke of elmond." Ernst's eyes were surprisingly complex:

"He wrote a long letter of nearly 1000 words, scolding you for nothing from beginning to end. He told us that it was no surprise that you would be regarded as a deserter. If everything was true, the vilz family would not have any opinion on your hanging, nor would they protest to his Majesty the emperor."

"But..." the middle-aged Knight paused and glanced at the staring gray pupil boy.

"He also asked us not to make a rash decision... And told us that there are many doubts in the whole thing. If you execute you so rashly, you must be dissatisfied; therefore, he asked us to investigate clearly and come up with enough evidence to convince you. Only in this way can we show the justice of the Empire to others!"

"In order to make us pay attention to this matter, he specially sent his sword together." Ernst sighed long.

The dark haired wizard who always stood next to him glanced slightly, swept all night from the dense and fair letterhead, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Julie weltz, Duke of ellemans, Lucian's brother, is really... What an awkward person.

"Take good care of these two swords. You deserve it." the expressionless middle-aged Knight handed the weapon to the grey pupil boy who was still there:

"I was going to tell you this after you resume your position. Now it seems... There is no need."

As the voice fell, Ernst dreisis took a heavy step, leaving only a lonely figure of Lucian.