Scene 102 Tony Geer and the Young Lord (2)

"What do you think?" Brando suddenly asked.

The young man was asking about Fern and Clenthia, who were also standing in the mist not far away, rubbing their hands and blowing the white air and talking quietly. After Jutta left, the two group leaders who knew each other walked around. It used to be closer.

But what has to be said is that Fern and Clenthia were actually not cold to each other before they met the young lord. Therefore, the distance between people is actually a very subtle thing.

There was a moment of silence upon hearing the young lord's question.

But it was the businesswoman who spoke first. Roman had already put on a thick winter coat and deerskin gloves on his little hands, but even so, his little face was still red from the cold - the tip of his nose was also slightly Redness:

"Roman thinks it's great, Brando, what do you think?" The girl took a breath and said without any thought. She also looked back at Brando, her eyes widened, as if to see if the young man agreed with her words.

The group of young mercenary captains below immediately responded.

"That's right," Kerenthia also added: "It's unexpectedly good. Although it's a little late, I'll be honest - I also participated in the mid-term work. To be honest, we all have a different understanding of this." Not very familiar. Miss Antitina has done a very good job. I can’t say it’s perfect, but at least it’s surprising——”

I have to say that everyone loves to hear nice words, even the daughter of a nobleman couldn't help but glance at this silver-haired handsome uncle. Although she despises the compliment on the surface, she can't help but agree with her in her heart - Antitina thought that she had indeed had enough troubles in the past month, and almost every small decision might be faced with problems that had not been made beforehand. Considered surprise.

However, it is precisely in dealing with these emergencies that she becomes more and more comfortable.

"It's true, it's surprising." Fern didn't speak much, concisely.

But the noble daughter still quietly went to see her lord. In her heart, the young man's opinion was enough to outweigh all the opinions present. This was the first time she felt her heart pounding, for fear of seeing it from Brando's face. Not satisfied at all.

But she happened to see Brando looking at her without concealing the admiration in his eyes. She couldn't help being startled, and felt her nose suddenly sore for some reason. It was as if all the hard work over the past few months had paid off at this moment.

She sniffed and turned her head away, so as not to cry in front of so many people and only attract attention. At least this noble daughter still remembers that she is Brando’s first staff member—the deputy and the actual person in charge of territorial affairs.

She thought she couldn't embarrass Brando.

But she turned her head and saw Medissa handing over a silk scarf. The movement of the silver elf girl was very subtle - almost no one could detect it - the noble daughter was slightly startled, she looked at the other person with some gratitude, and then took the silk scarf.

Of course, Brando noticed the little actions of his staff. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Before coming here," he said, "I mean that night."

His words silenced the scene, and almost everyone recalled that exciting night. It was as if they realized what they had done only a long time after the incident.

Instigated by a young man, they killed one of the legitimate lords of Eruin.

No one had ever thought about this kind of thing in the past, and they didn't dare to think about it, but what they couldn't believe was that they actually did it. Whether it's being provoked, encouraged, or threatened.

In short, there is no way out.

Since then, a month has passed in the blink of an eye. But they did not collapse as they feared, and now the completion of the city wall seemed to vaguely symbolize something.

Perhaps under the leadership of this young man, they are indeed different from ordinary mobs.

As for the final result, since the young lord is so confident, what do they have to worry about?

"You know, I actually haven't thought too much about what I want to do," Brando continued: "Maybe in your eyes I am a noble and superior, but I don't think so -"

He said it sincerely. Of course, how many people believe this sentence is ‘the truth’ is another matter.

"I came here to inherit a territory of my own further south. It comes from my ancestors," Brando said half-seriously: "I didn't intend to kill anyone or occupy his territory - —”

"But among the education I received, this voice at least told me that the purpose of the aristocracy is to lead the people out of trouble, because they are better and have received more education, and because they have this responsibility. Rights and responsibilities are equivalent--"

"I believe you are familiar with this sentence."

Brando said.

He nodded: "That's right, this is what the late King Ek said -" He stretched out his hand and touched everyone: "Nobility means responsibility; strength means responsibility; power means responsibility!"

"Before that," Brando continued, and there was silence. Everyone looked at him and didn't understand why this young lord would say such things at this time.

Antitina also looked at him, with a strange light in her eyes.

The pursuit of the spirit of the former king and the lost glory of Eruin is what attracts her most to this young lord.

There seems to be a fatal attraction that can shine in the girl's eyes.

It's snowing.

The snowflakes were light at first, almost unnoticeable, like cold rain falling on people's faces. But in the end, it turned into fluffy snowflakes, which were not big. There is no heavy snowfall in Tonigel during the year.

Everyone looked up.

"Before this," Brando also looked at the light gray sky, with dark clouds symbolizing the coming war: "I have never been a lord, and I have no experience in governing a place."

"The same goes for Antitina."

"The same goes for you."

"I said," he spread his hands and let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders: "We are not different. Each of us is here to learn and learn how to face all this——"

"All of this." Brando said: "Everything that is foreign to us, what we have in common, and our enemies."

"Maybe we won't. We are novices, toddlers, and struggling." The young man waved his hand: "But that's not a problem."

"The problem is that--"

His voice was louder, and his eyes scanned everyone's face: "Do you have the courage to stay and face everything that is coming - to realize that what we do may seem insignificant -"

"But it shines with the glory of the previous era. See, that is Eruin's wings."

"The words of the late King Ek have already confirmed all this - ignore the darkness and make your actions worthy of your conscience - hold on to such a dream!"

"Whether it's honor or commitment, whether it's the responsibility as a man or the obligation of a lord to all his subjects," Brando replied: "It's like I'm standing here."

"This is my answer to your question."

"How long are we going to run away from—"

He stretched out his finger again and tapped everyone he knew - Kerenthia, Fern, Ciel, and even the numerous mercenary captains:

"Let me ask you," Brando said loudly, and the white air he exhaled melted into a thin layer of white mist in the snow, making his face look both sacred and mysterious.

"If one day you become a new noble in Eruin, then do you still remember everything I told you here on this day -"

"Are you willing to remember that nobility means responsibility?"

The young man's words were sonorous and powerful. They penetrated the severe cold of early winter and almost had a ringing sound.

But what it brought was dead silence.

Fern could hardly believe what he heard. He didn't dare or didn't want to think too much about the meaning behind the young man's words.

The former Karasu cavalry captain looked back at his companions with an almost stiff expression. But Kerenthia was also unaware of everything around her. It should be said that this middle-aged man's heart was pounding.

Of course he knew what Brando meant by what he said.

This young man is basically telling them openly——

From today on, you are my people.

He is my retainer.

Gather under my banner.

We share favors and disgrace, we share joys and sorrows.

You are my knights.

Hold the sword in my hand,

Open up territory and expand my territory for me——

At that moment, Kerencia, a middle-aged man who had been working in the mercenary industry for decades, felt for the first time that there was a force in his heart - a force called blood boiling.

He felt as if the opportunity he had been waiting for so many years was just around the corner.

It's not just him.

All the mercenaries present were the same.

Perhaps only Medissa and Akane didn't have any feelings. For them, it was enough to just follow the young lord.

And Roman didn't need to think too much, not being with her aunt - Brando was the whole world she could rely on.

Charles smiled and said nothing, as if he already knew what Brando was thinking.

Only Antitina took a gentle breath. Among so many people present, she was the only one who heard the underlying meaning of Brando's words.

This young man wants to change the rules of the entire Eruin.

He wants to inject new blood into this old aristocratic system.

Antitina didn't know if she heard it wrong. She didn't understand why such a majestic ideal and belief surged in the heart of a young noble with almost no foundation - perhaps it had already turned into a shocking power.

I know this noble daughter understands.

But the first time she saw the outline of this plan, she was already deeply involved in this dream. She opened her mouth slightly and took a breath, but for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Antitina stood there blankly.

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