Act 1 Awakening

A snow-like war horse carrying a courier was galloping through the reconstructed Port of Ampersell. It passed near the war monument being built on the holy white square, causing quite a commotion.

White doves flew up in the square, and the workers beside the scaffolding couldn’t help but look back in surprise. The monks in robes by the fountain stopped and watched, and the ribbons embroidered with the crescent emblem on the messenger’s body shone slightly in the sun. with.

Royal messenger.

This is the first time in half a month.

Something big happened, and everyone was full of doubts. But only those in the know understand what's going on:

The man woke up.

The turmoil in the entire port for half a month finally came to an end.

...

"Really?" Her Royal Highness turned around while talking with the female officer. She looked at the attendant who delivered the order, and her beautiful silver eyes showed uncontrollable surprise, "Wait a minute, I'm going to see him."

"Your Highness, tidy up your appearance first." The female officer on the side immediately reminded.

"No need." Without looking back, Griffin hurried out with his skirt in his hands, "Timis, help me prepare the carriage."

As if in the darkness, Brando made himself experience a long dream. Everything in the dream was both real and vague. He remembered the sawmill where he practiced swords when he was a child, but there were many people he knew and didn't know in the sawmill, and his grandfather taught him swordsmanship under everyone's gaze.

After a while, there will be a scene of towering tall buildings, and the continuous flow of cars. The senior was wearing a gray windbreaker and a thick scarf. Reading something in the bookstore on the other side of the crosswalk. He desperately called her name, but she didn't seem to hear it.

He rushed across the road. But the scene changed again.

Everything darkened, turning into a quiet lakeshore. A tall tower stands by the lake, and a black moon is reflected in the water. Little stars floating in the sky. This bizarre dream seemed to indicate something.

Brando waded to the tower alone, and he saw the shadow of the wolf walking through the forest, which made people shudder.

However, suddenly the whole world was in turmoil again, as if the dream had been pulled from his mind, and the scenery began to collapse. The restrained light broke through the darkness, and then his eyelids moved, and the eyeballs could feel the faint light outside through the capillaries under the eyelids.

At that moment, the five senses that had been silent for a long time seemed to resume their work,

He heard the chirping of birds first. It seemed to be a pleasant morning. But he lay on the warm bed and meditated for a while before he remembered everything that happened before. The memories gathered in his mind like fragments to form a complete line.

He opened his eyes at once.

The light behind the silk curtain made him squint again immediately.

Then he saw Roman, who was sleeping soundly beside him, half of the merchant lady was lying on top of him, her small face was pressed against his chest, her mouth was open. The drool hung a silver thread on the quilt.

Seeing this scene, Brando finally calmed down. I am still alive. But what is this place? How did the battle turn out? Where is Her Royal Highness?

He soon found himself lying on a large soft bed, which looked like a work of art, with pillars covered in gold leaf supporting an almost unimaginably luxurious vault, with countless veils hanging from all sides. Such a scene made him immediately associate the word 'palace' in his mind.

He looked up. Immediately saw Antitina who was looking at her nervously. The lady of the staff was a little embarrassed. In her opinion, the lord's fiancée looked a little unsightly, but she couldn't persuade Roman to leave Brando. The business lady hugged Brando tightly. Like holding a treasure.

She only sighed: "My lord...you finally woke up." There was still the second half of the sentence left, but Brando had already seen the joy and joy in her eyes.

He knew very well why Antitina sighed, and he had no choice but to accept the behavior of the business lady. He nodded slightly to Antitina, and saw Metisa behind her—the silver elf princess was surrounded by two handsome and clean elf warriors in silver chain armor and long hair shawls.

Sure enough, the Silver Elf came, Brando thought to himself.

"My lord."

"My lord."

"My lord!" As soon as Metisa spoke, everyone followed suit. Medfis looked like he was about to cry, if it wasn't for the gouging out of Andrig by the side, Charles and Caglis gave him a thumbs up. Finally Brando saw Akane on the sofa behind everyone.

The introverted girl just glanced at him from a distance, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the result of the battle? Where's Your Highness the Princess?" Although everyone is here, it seems that the result is already clear at a glance. But Brando still asked anxiously.

An old but bright voice replied instead of Antitina: "Because of the noble behavior of a certain heroic young man, Ampere Sear——no, the whole of Aruin has been preserved. Don't worry, little friend."

The unexpected voice made Brando turn around. Only then did he realize that sitting by the window was an old man with silver hair and silver eyebrows, wearing a white robe, and a kind complexion. Wasn't it Turaman, the lord of Mithril Fortress? Who else?

"Master Turaman, you are here." Brando was really surprised this time. The Silver Elves came because of his request, but Turaman was an unexpected guest.

But he had already thought of the other party's reason.

Sure enough, Turaman smiled and replied: "It is at the invitation of an old friend. Anyway, there are demons here, and I should come back. It seems that I have to apologize to you for the matter of Wood, and forget about that." Guys are just that stubborn."

Brando was silent, he didn't blame Wood, but thought that the nobles were not so stubborn. If there is still a little room for turning around, it won't be the situation of the day, paying for this indifference. It is countless lives and blood.

Turaman continued: "You also know that the High Priest regrets it very much. In fact, he has given up all the duties of the High Priest and the temple. He is willing to spend the rest of his life to atone for this."

"oh?"

Brando was taken aback slightly, for Wood actually did this step in order to restore the reputation of the Temple of Fire as much as possible. People with their identities generally don't swear at will, and once they make an oath, they won't change it easily.

Wood cut off his own way out. I gave up the chance to be promoted to the core of the temple. Originally, the threshold was only one step away from him.

Although he felt that the old guy was a bit redundant, Brando still paid a little respect to the high priest again. If a person has such principles and pursuits, at least he will not be a shameless person.

Everything before can only be attributed to their different pursuits. Brando sighed and asked: "...So, the High Priest intends to stay in Eruin?"

Turaman gave him an approving look.

"My old friend originally wanted to live in seclusion in Eruin and become a regional priest to see if he could contribute a little to the reconstruction of Ampere Sear. However, the temple arranged another position for him."

"Huh?" Brando heard the word Temple. He pricked up his ears sharply.

"My lord, the Temple of Fire has asked Priest Wood to act as a liaison between the princess and the northern nobles, and Priest Wood has accepted." Antitina replied.

"Liaison?"

Brando was slightly taken aback, which was interesting, he hadn't heard of this position in the temple yet. But what is the Temple of Flame planning? Do you want Wood to make up for it, or do you have other plans?

to be honest. Of course, it is the best choice to reach a reconciliation with the temple through this incident. After all, the Temple of Fire is a giant, even if it is inevitable to conflict with the Cruz Empire in the future, Brando at least does not want it now.

However, it seems that the temple still does not give up.

He frowned: "So, does the temple still want to mediate the relationship between the North and the South?" The rigidity of the Cruz people really exceeded his expectations. He thought that the other party should have learned their lesson.

"Little friend, otherwise, what do you plan to do? Drive out all the nobles in the north, or kill them all?" Turaman looked at Brando with wise eyes.

Turaman woke up Brando with a word, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to think the problem was too simple. Indeed, it is impossible for him to kill all the nobles, and it is impossible to expel them, no matter how bad the reputation of the nobles is, but at least he doesn't want to make Eruin fall apart immediately because of this.

He frowned deeply.

What's more, there are many outstanding talents among the nobles, he has to admit this, due to the difference in education level, the probability of talents being produced among the nobles is much higher than that among the common people. Of course he can think of ways to allow civilians to also obtain the right to receive education, but this will not happen overnight, but the kingdom cannot be left alone for a day.

Her Royal Highness has actually started to do the same thing, but it will take at least a generation to see results. And before that, he really needs nobles to help build the future Aruin.

But the crux of the problem is that most of the nobles have their own interests at heart, and there are too few people like Eco and Earl Odin.

"But we can't just let them go, not to mention that the cultists have already infiltrated these nobles, and the Temple of Fire may not be at ease." Brando thought for a while and decided to start with the simple aspect.

"But they didn't have any reason to believe you," Turaman replied slowly. "Besides, you have to believe that people don't make the same mistakes over and over again. My old friend is also a shrewd person. Otherwise, do you think that with his personality, he would blindly obey the orders of the temple?"

Brando thought for a while. As a practical man of the temple, Wood did not seem to be a blind believer. He hesitated for a moment before asking: "Does he want to stay and help Eruin? Is there anything he can do? What is his purpose?"

"Hey, it seems that you know my old friend very well." Turaman raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Actually, the reason is very simple. It can be seen that my old friend is very optimistic about you, otherwise he would not have invited me here gone."

"Wood presides over him..." Brando heard an incredible message from Turaman's voice. Wood actually made peace with him, and he suddenly realized that Wood must have realized some disadvantages of the Temple of Fire from this disaster.

Could it be that this guy wants to change the way the Temple of Fire works?

He shook his head and threw this terrible thought out of his mind: "So, how does he plan to deal with the nobles in the north?"

"I don't know about that, but you'll understand after you meet that person," Wood replied.

"who?"

"You will understand when the time comes," the owner of Mithril Castle showed a mysterious smile: "Let's talk about your physical condition first. Not capable of that either.”

"this……"

Brando was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to be fighting Tai Tan head-on that day. At that time, the life force dropped to less than a few thousand—of course, it was negative. It can be said that even if ten priests surround him to treat him after he is unconscious, it may not be too late to bring his health back to a positive number.

Because after all, at that time, the unyielding talent only lasted for half a minute at most.

But now he is alive and well, and there seems to be no discomfort in his body. Turaman asked him how he survived, and to be honest, it was a mystery to himself.

He suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Thank you for saving me, Master Turaman."

But Turaman laughed loudly: "I didn't save you, you have to thank this lady."

"Huh?" Brando was taken aback, and immediately heard a dissatisfied snort. "Hmph!" He turned his head, and immediately met those golden eyes.

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the golden eyes.

It was a crystal-like color, with bright flames burning inside. It looked breathtaking, but it was full of a confident temperament. This pair of clear and transparent eyes belonged to a young girl—her owner could be said to be very short, with long curly hair hanging playfully down on her shoulders.

She was still wearing the same leather armor as last time, but with a different look. I didn't see the sword either, but I was holding a book instead.

Brando saw that the book was called——"Eruin's Cooking Anthology" was written in Dragon Language, thanks to which he could understand it.

If ordinary people see all this, they will definitely think that this is a young girl who is full of energy and has a hobby of cooking. But if you really think that way, it would be a big mistake.

Because the little girl glaring at Brando fiercely is actually a dragon.

And it's a very angry, very dissatisfied little female dragon.

It's almost like fire is coming out of my mouth...