Act 334 Xia Ye (II)

Since there is no fiefdom, these new nobles have no common interests with the traditional nobles. In fact, since the emerging nobles almost have a mutually beneficial relationship with the royal family, at least for the moment, they are almost naturally opposed to the traditional nobles. However, Eruin's upstarts are not a thing for the time being, and one day, they will become a strength that Her Royal Highness can rely on.

Brando did not guess wrong. The young man in front of him was called Hainfu, and his father was an attendant of the royal family. This position, which used to be inconspicuous in Eruin's aristocratic ecology, now holds real power - and it is said that Her Royal Highness intends to imitate the reformed system of the Cruz Empire and re-establish the position of prime minister. Although Hainf does not expect his father to become the prime minister of the kingdom - the prosperity of the bureaucracy means that his father will be able to reach a higher position in the system in the future, at least not to remain in the position of a royal attendant for the rest of his life. No name.

And with the gradual resurgence of the royal party, the status of his father, who was already old with Macaro, has also increased. Although his official position has not changed, Hainf's father has won Overwell's trust—— The latter is almost already the prime minister of the empire, but he has not yet been given that title.

The status of the family has also skyrocketed. It was originally just a little unknown nobleman, but now it has developed into a big family. His eight-year-old brother was also sent to Tonigel to study and grow up in the territory of the famous Earl, and was placed high hopes by the family. Hainf himself had no ambitions, so he was not jealous of this. At the moment It seems that his noble title may not be hereditary in the future, and he only likes to socialize with nobles and improve his family's status. He is also happy to see the results.

Hainf noticed Brando in the hotel very early. Although this young man did not look like an aristocrat in his dress or behavior, he had a natural demeanor that was hard to ignore and even unforgettable. Hainf didn't know that it was Brando's half-modern soul and habits that were causing trouble, and since he entered the realm of saints, the aura exuding from his body has become more and more natural and natural.

Just like a sage like Airanta. No matter how simple your clothes are and how ordinary your appearance is, you will still be noticed among the crowd. Unless the latter deliberately hides it, the majestic momentum is as obvious as the bright moon in the sky in the dark night.

But that's not enough to ask Hainfu to come see him in person. Those fruits are just a gesture of friendship from him. He doesn't necessarily want Brando to know his existence, but after seeing Brando teach the drunkard a lesson, , Hainfu's heart moved slightly, and he finally couldn't help but stand up.

"Hello. Are these two cute little ladies your Excellency's?"

"They are my sisters."

Hainfu looked astonished. He actually didn't care about the identity of Lian and Ling. This was just a reason to speak. Although these two little elf girls did make him a little curious, that was just curiosity.

Ling and Lian looked at Brando slightly surprised, probably not expecting him to say that.

"Did your Excellency pass through Maros?"

Brando nodded and looked at this guy curiously. There were many people who had chatted with him along the way, but most of them had bad intentions. Either they are motivated by wealth, or they have evil intentions towards the half-elf sisters around them.

But the young man in front of him didn't look like he was short of money. And it didn't seem to be malicious. He raised the glass on his own initiative, meaning to thank the other party for their hospitality. Obviously, the fruits stored in the magic cellar came from the young man in front of him.

"Me too," Hainf replied: "It seems that your Excellency is from Eruin, and I am Hainf from the Montolo family. My father is Derek Montolo."

"Sophie."

"Sophie?" Hainf was stunned for a moment. It didn't sound like a noble name, and the other party didn't report his family background. He knew that he might be a little abrupt.

But fortunately, he didn't care.

"It seems that Mr. Sophie has just returned from Madara?"

"How do you know I came back from fleeing?" Brando couldn't help laughing. While gesturing to the other person to sit down.

Hainfu did not refuse, sat down and asked: "Mr. Sophie, is the situation in Madara okay? Is the situation south of the Sea of ​​Dead Moon really as bad as the rumors say?"

Brando is still a little strange in his heart. Not many Eruin people are interested in Madala. Although the two countries are so close, and Eruin has been suffering from the war that burned to Madala for a long time, there is a strange phenomenon. It is in this kingdom that not many people, from the nobles to the common people, have really studied their neighboring countries.

Even the rumors among the people are mostly just bedside stories passed down by false rumors, which are full of descriptions of the undead green-faced fangs of Madara. However, there are very few people who truly know the details of this dark kingdom.

He wondered whether the rumors about the Four Sevens in Madala had spread to Eruin so quickly. The rumors were spreading really fast. It was only two or three months since the battle of Mehothofen. And that was what happened in the south of the Sea of ​​Dead Moon.

As he thought about it, he shook his head and said: "My sisters and I came from near Naoyao. It was indeed crowded with refugees. Most of them wanted to flee across the sea to the Yinwan area or Baishan. How could we really go there like us?" There are very few people in Eruin. I chose to take the overland route, but the mountain roads near Karasu are almost all closed, so we had to take a detour to the south of Hakata and enter Eruin through the northern edge of the Kalanga Black Forest."

Brando described his itinerary half-truthfully, but the reason why he detoured through Bodo was not because the mountain roads in Karasu were blocked by the Highland Knights, but because it was closer to Tony Geer.

But this statement sounded natural to Hainfu. He could imagine how arduous and dangerous this short journey was. From Naoyao to Malos, there were mountains and ridges almost all the way. The journey was no less than a thousand miles, and there were almost no roads along the way. In a civilized area, this young man and his sister were able to arrive here not only because of their good luck, but also because of their good strength.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Then you are so lucky."

"Oh, what?"

"Now it seems that you did not choose to go to Baishan and Silver Bay like others, which was the right choice." Hainf lowered his voice: "I'm afraid Mr. Sophie still doesn't know that something happened in Baishan."

"What's going on?" Brando frowned. He had indeed heard some rumors along the way, but because he had been traveling on the edge of civilization, he had no time to care. In addition, these false rumors are now widely spread in the north of Madala. Some of them are obviously nonsense, but they still have a large audience.

"The elves allowed the undead to enter the army. They suddenly attacked the White Mountains and killed the king of the mountain, Shalifinger. It is said that thousands of local residents were killed, most of whom were the elves of Elisana. St. Osol's The Elf King's Court was furious over this, and now the elves have sealed the country's borders, and it is said that they are already going to war with the undead of Madara."

"This is impossible!" Brando said categorically. The undead in the White Mountains must be the main force of the Bromando Black Rose led by Queen Madara. This undead army is waiting to be discussed at the Four Realms Conference. The results will determine their fate.

How could they suddenly attack the wind elves at this moment? Unless something happened at the Four Realms Conference, this was still impossible. In his impression, Her Majesty the Queen of Madala was definitely not such an impulsive person.

His reaction shocked Hainfu: "This is indeed a bit unbelievable, but the news is very true. It has already spread in Eruin. It is said that it is because the wind elves do not allow Madara to be in the east of their kingdom. Caused by settling in the wilderness.”

Brando shook his head. This was too ridiculous. Queen Madala would never suddenly attack because of this. But if the rumors are true, then things become complicated. The undead actually killed the Mountain King Charlie Finger. This hero of the White Mountains was still alive in the original history until the middle of the Second Age. He was among the elves. He has extremely high prestige, and he is also a member of the Elf King's Court. If he really dies at the hands of the undead, then the hatred between Saint Osor and Madara will never be extinguished.

He frowned, vaguely feeling that something was beyond his expectation, and he suddenly felt a sense of urgency to return to Eruin as soon as possible. The change in this matter may not be as simple as it seems on the surface. He instinctively felt that there might be the shadow of the Twilight Dragon behind it. If that was the case, Eruin might also be in danger.

Brando has not forgotten that Lord Martha told him before leaving that the final throne is on that blessed land. He knew very well what the Twilight Dragon's true purpose was.

He is not worried about anything else, but if the Dusk Dragon uses the same method to assassinate Her Royal Highness the Princess or anyone around him, it will be a loss that he cannot bear.

The face of the young man in front of him suddenly turned gloomy, which made Hainf feel that the topic was a little difficult to continue. In fact, he even felt as if he was suffocating. "...What's going on?" Hainfu was horrified. Why did this young man just frown and feel that the sky outside was darkening? He had never experienced this in front of his serious father.

He sat upright subconsciously, his palms sweating. He was trying to find some topic to end this terrible conversation, but his mind seemed to be blank. For a while, his originally smooth negotiation skills seemed to have become dry, and he couldn't even say what he originally wanted to say. forgotten.

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