Chapter 533

It turned out that Loren had "betrayed" Edward before he went out.

Loren told him that the time was three days, but in fact the next day, the countess Charlotte and her party had left and were ready to return.

She didn't even inform Brandon that she had prepared the carriage and luggage a few days ago. She was expected to go all the way down the gem River, pass through the Duchy of El Mans, and then return directly from the nearest avenue to the red blood castle of the Duchy of Bain.

The rise of the Turin family is also the last territory.

Loren's goal is still time difference... Never fight at the time and place set by the enemy, which is the most basic truth; Only when the other party is unprepared or even unprepared can we strike first.

Of course, this opponent is the night watchman, and it is no longer expected to take the lead. There must be hundreds of plans for Root Infinit's desk. Even the cockroaches of the summer dusk are his eyeliner. Every step of his life must be in his expectation.

But the more this time, the more cautious it is to take every step... The less time left for the night watchman, the more opportunities left for himself.

At dawn, under the bright sky, the whole imperial capital was shrouded in the morning mist;

In the summer twilight courtyard with four seasons, an exquisite four-wheel carriage has stopped in the garden; Eight heavily armed Knights stood around the carriage with swords.

If you look closer, you can see the difference between them and ordinary guards - there are Chain Armor woven by dense iron rings under the silver white chest armor and shoulder armor, countless fish scale iron pieces on the lower body, the arm armor and leg armor are also the whole cast condensed steel, and the cotton protective clothing on the bottom is wrapped under the sea blue cloak.

There is only one kind of people in the whole Empire who have this armor casting technology and can be fully dressed... Byrne's knights.

Of course, what is more conspicuous is their nearly half man high Knight Sword - only Byrne knights can rush into the enemy's front without shield, gun and even with both hands and big sword.

Only Byrne knights who shouted and charged and waved big swords could shake the "black wall" of Saxony.

Standing beside the carriage were Brandon, who had come to hear the news temporarily, and philrone de sallion, who had followed him forcibly; The smiling prince stood in front of the countess Charlotte with a kind of flattering look in his eyes.

However, the countess still didn't give him a good face. Instead, she was very fond of the long Princess fillonay, who hadn't met several times. After a few words, the two chatted, which didn't seem to be the first formal meeting.

"Your Royal Highness, please convey my apology to your majesty - as an imperial vassal, but to leave without saying goodbye, I am very sorry."

"You're really worried, count." fillonay rarely showed a reserved smile and put his hands behind his back: "in terms of seniority, your father or the uncle of the Royal brother, you and the Royal brother are the same generation; we're afraid we don't treat you well... The recent chaos in the imperial capital has really made Byrne's Turin family laugh."

"Where, where... It's worth the trip to witness the imperial trial with the queen of the king's city..."

The two girls, who sang and talked and laughed, turned the side into furnishings. The prince's mouth twitched and wept secretly.

Why have they never been so gentle when they talk to themselves

After a farewell, the countess Charlotte, bowing and saluting, finally boarded the carriage; Accompanied by the crisp sound of horse hoofs, the flying swallow tail flag gradually disappeared in the morning fog, and finally there was no trace.

As for Loren and his party, they had already boarded the carriage... Brandon's alliance with the Turin family was a private move, which of course could not be seen by sister-in-law phillanai.

"My sister-in-law and Charlotte get along well... I didn't expect you two to talk so well."

Sitting on the carriage back to the heavenly palace, Brandon was very "pleased" to hold his shoulder and looked very happy: "you two are so tough, I thought you would fight."

"How sinister your mind is." the knight girl was still cold and expressionless, and didn't think much of Brandon's attitude:

"The other party is the leader of the Turin family and the same generation as the imperial brother... Even if not, as an important vassal of the saxophone Empire, respect and appeasement are necessary... Otherwise, what does the Empire rely on to control the rebellious principality of Bain?"

"Just go back? It's still early."

Brandon put his hands around the back of his head and deliberately extended his face to sister-in-law phillanai: "do you want to go to the market first, or go to the Holy Cross Church to pray while it's dark? Really not. I know there's a good place to spend the night..."

One hand pushed away the face that had leaned in front of her. The knight girl calmly avoided the harassment of the prince, turned her head away and said she didn't intend to pay attention to him.

"Loren Turin." looking at the hurried and empty street, fillonay spoke faintly.

"Huh?"

"Loren Turin, he is not in that carriage, nor in the team of Charlotte Turin returning." an imperceptible sharpness flashed across the corner of the knight girl's eyes:

"What orders did you give him?"

"Uh... Why can't I understand?" Brandon was still pretending to be stupid.

"Brandon..." there was a trace of impatience on fillonet's cheek - Brandon's most difficult thing was that he would never tell the truth directly... Even when he had been exposed, he could show great sincerity, as if everything was just an accident.

In this situation, the knight girl has seen it many times in the past few years... Helplessly looked at the smelly boy who was still scratching his head and giggling, and phillanai couldn't help but clench his fist.

Why... Why can't you help him?

The only person who can inherit the emperor's brother and become the 13th generation of supreme emperor is Conrad, and only he has this mind and responsibility. He can become the successor of the Empire and make the sakran Empire and even the Dragon King family further!

Fillonay never doubted that Conrad could do this - under his rule, the old principalities were destined to be replaced by the governor system, the glory of the old era would come to an end, and the birth would be a centralized empire closely united at the feet of the emperor, not the Lords of division and rule!

For Connor, Brandon is no longer his blood relative, but his biggest enemy in the future.

The fool with a silly smile in front of him still hides his ambition... The supreme emperor of the 13th generation must step through the bones of his blood relatives before he can enter the sky palace and wash his iron crown with another desallion's blood.

Clearly has decided to help one, why can't you be cruel to the other?

Philrone hung her head low, and her expression could not be seen under her long hair like fire.

"The night watchman is ready to do it... Today."

Until this moment, Brandon's expression changed slightly: "what?!"

"Do you really think the Holy Cross, the old-fashioned aristocrats, and your brother connord... Will they turn a blind eye to your victory?"

Fillonay's expression was very cold, or he had to make himself look emotionless: "just today... The imperial brother has acquiesced. As long as he can ensure that it will not affect the wizards, he will not interfere in this matter."

"Hello, sister phillanai, you're not going to say..."

"Loren Turin... He touched the bottom line of the emperor's brother, which almost caused a sharp drop in the reputation of the Holy Cross Church - this is absolutely unacceptable to the emperor's brother. The premise of maintaining the unity of the empire is the unity of faith. The shock of faith will lead to the Division within the Empire. Even if there is only a little possibility, he can't allow it!"

"But, but it's just a disgrace here. Do you need it?"

"In order to maintain his faith, the Royal brother can tolerate the corpses killed by the church in El mans and allow an honest and talented wizard to be burned - what do you think is the reason, just dissatisfaction with the church?"

Fillonay strongly interrupted the shocked Brandon: "riot or uprising starts bit by bit... A single spark can start a prairie fire!"

The voice fell, and a loud noise came from the summer twilight courtyard -!!!!