Chapter 1074

Looking at the Knights and soldiers kneeling on the steps, and Edward, the night watchman with a sword and crown, Brandon said nothing, as if his talking eyes were staring at Lauren.

Did you arrange this?

The silent dark haired wizard met his eyes and gently sipped the corners of his mouth.

No, but I know that.

The prince with a frown blinked.

What do you think I should do, promise or not?

With a sigh, Lauren looked down slightly, but his eyes still didn't move away from Brandon's face.

It's all up to you - make a choice, either way. I'll support you this time.

really

Really, I promise Charlotte won't object.

Well, I believe you.

Two seconds... The two people who ended the "dialogue" opened their eyes and looked in the opposite direction.

In the oppressive atmosphere, all eyes focused on Brandon; People with different expressions, but with inexplicably similar expectations, raised a heart to their throat.

Standing behind Brandon, without saying a word, Loren felt surrounded by countless "emotions", almost like being played by thousands of speakers with different songs, and his head was about to explode.

Vigilant and inexplicable, staring at the Byrne knights on their side;

Excited, excited and even ready to cheer, the local legions of East Saxony;

With some anger and resentment, but not against the result, the defenders of duanjie mountain are in a complicated mood;

I don't know what happened, but Boyi Hussars who intend to make a fuss

The chaotic emotions were like their eyes, like a converging stream, concentrated on Brandon de saleon.

The expressionless prince tore off his cloak and stepped towards the shield. The humble boots suddenly became the focus of attention.

In fact, this is already a "special tradition" of the saxophone empire. Because the supreme emperor who went out to fight had no time to return to the imperial capital, he was held overhead by the Legion soldiers with shields and completed his coronation ceremony in the barracks.

At first, it was just a means to stabilize the morale of the army in the war, a way to reassure the soldiers to continue to work hard and even boost morale. After the emperor returned in triumph, a more formal ceremony was "held".

But before long, this temporary means became a "reserved program" - especially some heirs with great disputes at the top of the Empire, often chose to inherit the throne in the way of "Legion selection inheritance law", and then forced and coerced the Holy Cross Church and imperial nobles to crown themselves.

Yes, the last emperor to do so was Charlotte I, the "Dragon Queen"; Relying on the support of soldiers from the countryside of East Saxony, she ascended the throne as a woman for the first time, creating the tradition that "female heirs can also be Emperors".

Of course, with the help of Boye, Bain and Arles, Roland, the "black Duke" of half the Empire, gave full assistance.

Brandon's current situation also happens to have many similarities with Charlotte I.

They all had legions loyal to themselves, were excluded by the upper echelons of the Empire, were unpopular and casual, and were supported by Duke Byrne. The reason for their support was not driven by interests, but mutual friendship

"This scene... Really reminds people of the old days."

In a corner of the crowd, lanmallos, the Earl of Lake City, who held his horse, muttered, "I say... Do any of you remember the story of the black Duke watching Charlotte I's coronation when you were a child nagged by your father and grandpa?"

"The ears are going to hear the cocoon..." regrell, the count of white horse peak, murmured in a low voice and his eyes were a little distracted: "I guess our children and grandchildren will have a cocoon in their ears when we are old."

"If we really live forever..." lanmalos shrugged.

Regrell couldn't help smiling softly. "And you have to have a grandson."

"Yes, it's indispensable." lanmalos also laughed: "the Centaur war, the battle of silver helmet mountain, the siege of eboden, the charge of blood skeleton Valley, the fall of duanjie mountain, and this in front of me, plus... So many stories in the future, I don't know how much I can remember at that time."

"God knows... But stories are often more wonderful because they can't remember clearly, don't they?"

"Well said! I always thought..."

Without waiting for the excited lanmalos to finish, the Earl of anger castle, Eckert, stretched out his hand and interrupted him: "everyone, be quiet!"

"Keep the order and keep all the Byrne Knights quiet - don't say a word before the Duke makes a formal statement, let alone participate without authorization. Do you understand?"

The Earls held down the sharp blades around their waists one after another and conveyed their orders to the rear with their eyes; In the repressed atmosphere, the Byrne people seemed more and more nervous.

Everyone is waiting for Brandon to step on the shield.

Brandon closed his eyes and hesitated.

The next second, the fiery red pupils opened and their eyes were very firm.

Everyone took a deep breath. Even Edward, the stiff night watchman, was excited and trembled slightly, waiting for the historic moment to come

"No."

Huh?!

The night watchman subconsciously raised his head, raised his sword and crown, and almost put them down.

Not only him, but also the veterans holding shields around and the people watching the ceremony were stunned one after another. Further away, the soldiers still had their original expression and did not recover from their excitement.

"No, I don't accept it." Brandon suddenly raised his head, looked around the barracks, met each pair of eyes looking at him, and cut the nail:

"I will never accept becoming the supreme emperor of the Empire in this way!"

"Everyone, did you hear that - I, Brandon de sallion, will never accept being hailed as emperor by you in this way!"

There was an uproar!

It was like a rainstorm and thunder. Just now there was a solemn and silent military camp, which was shrouded in all kinds of noise.

The dark haired wizard standing behind him looked quietly at Brandon's back and deliberately avoided a look at himself.

Surprised and angry Edward tried to suppress his mood, and his hands trembled with the sword and crown.

Why... Why did your highness suddenly make such a decision;

Is it you, Loren Turin... What did you say to your highness?

What the hell did you do?!

Why did this happen?!

Standing on the platform, Brandon looked around a noisy barracks, looked at those eyes that were panicked, surprised or angry because of "things changing", and slowly raised his hands

"Pa!"

Then he snapped his fingers.

"Boom --!!"

One red and one black, the giant dragons milassis and glum fell from the sky, and their open wings were like dark clouds, shrouding the whole military camp in their shadow.

The Dragon roars like thunder.

The camp was finally quiet.

Where the dragon's eyes passed, the soldiers held their breath one after another. They couldn't even hear the sound of breathing in the dead barracks.

"Good, everyone is quiet at last."

After a pause, Brandon grinned slightly and glanced at the people with a slightly ironic look: "no offense, but you can't hear what I'm saying until you all calm down."

"So in order to ensure that everyone hears it, I will repeat what I just said - I will not be elected emperor by you in this way."

"But please don't have any misunderstanding. This doesn't mean that I don't want to, nor do I have any dissatisfaction with your actions; of course, I want to be the emperor of the Empire. As de sallion, it's also my lifelong dream!"

"I'm also very grateful to you for your willingness to recommend me to be crowned emperor, although..." after a speech, Brandon's smiling face was a little thoughtful:

"I know your purpose may not be as simple as it seems."

"Some people... Although they may be very angry with me, they have to accept such an outcome for helpless reasons - because you are so loyal to my beloved brother, and he absolutely doesn't want to see the Empire split."

At the foot of the steps, the defenders of duanjie mountain led by dreisis clenched their fists one after another, gnashing their teeth and lowering their heads;

"Some people... Want to express their loyalty to me in this way, because you followed me first. You are eager to see me become the emperor of the Empire - because only in this way can you have the opportunity to climb to a high position. After all, that's the reason why you will follow me. I can understand, really."

Edward, and the officers of the East Saxophone corps, were trembling and afraid to breathe;

"Some people... Are out of an alliance of friendship and interests. We stand in the same camp. Of course, you want to see my flag go further, or you have played a great part in it."

Byrne's knights and wizards were expressionless, and their eyes were always staring at the black haired wizard's every move.

"For all these reasons, or the instigation of some guys, I'm grateful that you gathered here to hold such a 'new' coronation ceremony for me in this way, but..."

Brandon smiled and shook his head with his usual leisurely ease: "please forgive me for not accepting this result - nothing else, because it's different from what I think."

"Do I want to be an emperor? Of course I do; but this must be 'because I want, so I get'; not the other way around, because someone or reason forces me to 'have to' be your emperor."

"Perhaps you will ask, is this important? It is important. For me, the difference between them is very important! Yes!"

Facing the public's eyes, Brandon almost gnashed his teeth and roared, "if you really want me to be your emperor, you'd better remember this."

"Never, never think you can force me to do anything, never try to understand me with your ideas - your emperor, first Brandon de sallion, and then the supreme emperor of the Empire!"

"I won't be an emperor who makes you happy, a good emperor like your beloved brother, nor my father's existence; I... I am Brandon de sallion, the 13th generation crown prince of the Empire and the 14th generation emperor in the future!"

"If you really intend to recommend me, please make such psychological preparations first, so as not to regret it when you get it!"

The atmosphere changed in the cold wind and flying snow.

"So I don't accept your recommendation - not because I don't want it, but because it's not what I want;"

Brandon said again, "what I want is those guys who once despised me, hated me and hated me, knelt down in front of me respectfully, offered the iron crown and royal sword to me, and shouted three times' long live the Emperor 'to crown me."

"This is what I want, this is what I have to get - not this kind of game that seems to hide secretly and play 'I am the Emperor' with my companions, as if I compromised with those guys who despise me!"

"I will never compromise. I want them to cry and laugh. I want them to stare with wide eyes and lie trembling in front of my feet. I want them to lick my boots, how humble!"

"For this, I need your strength!"

"Those who follow me, who hope to get benefits from me and realize their wishes, I need your strength!"

Brandon jerked his cloak, opened his arms and shouted in a deep voice: "now that the eagle king has been beheaded by Duke Byrne, the north of the Empire has no worries - it's time for us to go south to help the cowards who pee their pants in the imperial capital!"

"It's time for our iron boots to play in the imperial Avenue, for the song of triumph to be played on the heavenly palace, for the enemy to kneel down between the palaces, and for Golovin to witness a great and sacred victory again after 300 years!"

"Saxophone, tell me! Is this what you want?!"

"Byrne, tell me! Is this what you want?!"

"Boyi, tell me! Do you also want to drink horse gem river?!"

The loud shouts echoed in the barracks. The camp of tens of thousands of people suddenly became Brandon's "stage", and the soldiers who looked up in front of him were his audience.

Never have so many soldiers... Or "people" been willing to listen so attentively to the speech of the "disgraced Prince" and the voice of his real ambition and desire.

Brandon was even more excited. His open arms seemed to embrace everyone. He was so excited that every muscle in his body was shaking violently:

"I! Brandon de sallion, the 13th generation crown prince of the Empire and the 14th generation legal successor, I solemnly promise you that I will only fight for my ambition and desire, but I welcome anyone to join me and share this desire with me!"

"If you admit that I am your emperor, I will fight for you! If I become the emperor of the Empire, I will fight for the Empire!"

"Follow me and lend me your strength! I'll give you all you want --!"