Act 8 September

The carriage was as quiet as when it went there. Antitina sat opposite him. Brando asked during the bumps: "Antitina, what do you think of this matter?" Antitina did not She was the first to speak. This incident had a great impact on her. She seemed to have recovered from the unreal dizziness after a moment, and answered as calmly as possible: "I think it was a little too hasty, Lord. Your Excellency, you should at least wait until after the battle with Gendenel before agreeing to this matter. Seriously speaking, the benefits of this matter outweigh the disadvantages for Eruin in the future, but doing it in your current capacity, Lord, seems a bit It's just not appropriate. Although Her Royal Highness the Princess may not be suspicious, people's words are scary, and in the eyes of those who are interested, it is a sign of your future domineering. Today is different from the past. Lord, you must pay attention to your relationship with Your Highness the Princess. "The staff lady lowered her long eyelashes and moved every move when she answered. Her voice was very small, appearing soft and sensible.

Her answer gave Brando some unexpected surprises. Antitina was so old-fashioned and cute in his heart. He originally thought that once the noble lady reacted, she would teach him a lesson about today's situation with a straight face. It's hard-won, don't put your territory in danger easily for your own willfulness, because with Antitina's temperament, she can definitely do it. As long as she is thinking about him, she will definitely take it seriously. But she didn't. The pattern and wisdom in the mind of his staff lady far exceeded his expectations. She had even seen the layout and true meaning of his arrangement. Her words were really something he had never thought of before. I was only thinking about the layout, and almost forgot about the most important thing, the human heart.

Brando looked at his lady staff, full of curiosity, as if he had seen a steward who just a moment ago followed him, a country lord, and even had to argue with his subordinates for the territory's spring plowing and autumn planting festivals. An ordinary aristocratic lady suddenly turned into a figure similar to Overwell and Macaro who could truly make suggestions for those in power. Could it be that this noble daughter is actually capable of upgrading? He looked at the other party, his heart filled with the surprise of finding a treasure.

"What's wrong, Lord?" Antitina was a little uneasy by the hot eyes of her Lord, but she was not Akane or Freya, so she would only blush and look away. She still remembered her duty as a staff member. Although her heart was pounding, she still forced herself to calm down and asked seriously.

"Call me Brando."

Antitina opened her mouth and her face turned red.

"Is there any remedy?" Brando asked again. He suddenly found that it was very interesting to disturb the mind of his staff lady, and then watch her forcefully calm down and think about the problem.

Of course, the latter did not notice the evil intentions of her lord. She took a breath, nodded and said: "At least inform Her Highness the Princess and tell her the ins and outs. After all, this matter is entrusted by Lord Veronica. My lord, Bu... My lord, your choice is understandable... She... She should understand your painstaking efforts..."

Brando nodded. He turned back and looked quietly at the scenery outside the car window. The carriage was passing through a tree-lined avenue outside Gris Harbor. The tree crown was dividing the sunlight penetrating the branches into rapidly moving golden fragments of light and shadow. He thought for a moment and then looked away. He glanced at Star, who was sitting next to him and was rubbing his skin. This guy had just finished the pastries that Antitina had prepared for him. With a mouth full of cake crumbs, he was checking the drawer under the table to see if there were any fish that had slipped through the net. "Stop looking for it. It's gone. Star, let me ask you a question. Have you ever heard of the name Silver Queen or Constance." Brando asked. Little Fat Dragon closed the drawer in frustration and asked, "Who is that?"

This reaction was expected by Brando, so he asked again: "So have you ever heard of any treasures among the dragons that can make people rejuvenate?"

"Rejuvenation," Star wiped his mouth with his sleeve, rubbing all the debris on his mouth onto his valuable vest shirt: "There are many such things. The fountain of youth is for you mortals. It's a priceless treasure, but we have several there, and by the way, Aloz has one." Brando noticed that the eyes of the staff lady lit up slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, knowing that Antiti Na must have been thinking about the baby of the little dragoness. Girls are still obsessed with this kind of gimmick that can keep them young forever, even the old-fashioned person like a noble lady is no exception. But he shook his head: "I'm not talking about this kind of rejuvenation, but real rejuvenation. It's not just about the appearance, but also about the inner part of the body. It's a treasure that brings people back to the heyday of their youth."

Star's movements of wiping his mouth were fixed there, and he subconsciously replied: "How can such a thing exist? If such a thing really exists, our dragon race will be an immortal race!"

"It's not like being immortal, even if it only takes effect once, is there such a thing?"

"That's not the case," Star shook his head like a rattle: "This has violated Martha's most basic law." He glanced at Brando again, and said incredulously: "Lord, I think you are still young. You should cherish the present moment, and there is no need to pursue these illusory things. I heard that those kings among you humans who pursue eternity are all ignorant and incompetent tyrants, but if you are serious about it, I can actually recommend you to go to Mada Ask those skeletons for consultation."

"Get out." Brando kicked him over. Then he turned back and said to Antitina: "Just write a letter."

"To Her Royal Highness the Princess——"

…

Summer is passing and autumn is coming. This sentence is suitable for Viero at the moment. It has only been a week since Freya arrived at Wallentenburg Castle, and the emerald green and deep ink of the mountains outside the castle in midsummer are tinged with a hint of yellow. Griffin stood in the corridor, her silver eyes reflecting the undulating hills at the southern foot of the Gunn Mountains. The autumn wind had risen, and the maid behind her had already put a shawl on her. The thick and warm fur shawl actually highlighted the princess. Her Royal Highness is as delicate as an elf, but she stands upright, just like her father, grandfather and great-grandfather. The mountain wind named Sharmin swept the silver hair on her forehead. Her Royal Highness the Princess unfolded the letter in her hand, and the letter paper was There was a rustle in the wind, and her fingertips were a little pale. There seemed to be a ball of anger in her heart, and she read the words on the letter one by one, and couldn't help but crumple the letter into a ball.

The princess's actions frightened the maids behind her, and one of them asked cautiously: "Your Highness?"

"Nothing, let that hateful guy Denel." Griffin seemed to have a piece of paper in his heart, with Brando's name written on it. She poked it again and again with a knife, this damn guy. What was damning was that she didn't dare to say it. If there was news that she was at odds with Count Tonigel, she could not imagine what a disaster it would be for the newly stabilized Southern Territory.

There was only so much her grandfather could do to help her. After all, Grand Duke Viero was first and foremost a duke and a nobleman of the kingdom.

"Would you like to invite Lord Overwell or Lord Earl to come?" the maid asked again cautiously. She thought the letter contained military information from the south, but she did not dare to guess any more. She was just a small Just a maid.

Griffith knew that the Earl his maid was referring to was Odin. She shook her head distractedly: "No need, it's not a big deal." Then she glanced at the paper ball in her hand again, wishing she could throw it to the ground and step on it again, but after hesitating for a moment, she peeled it off again. Flatten it out. The letter paper had become wrinkled and no longer flat, just like the image of the once flawless knight in her mind. It will never go back to the dreamy longing of a girl in the beginning. The half-elf girl suddenly felt sad for no reason in her heart. Why was she always like this? Whether it’s Macaro, Mr. Lee Woods, Anlek, or this hateful guy right now, is it possible that such a big Eruin doesn’t have anyone she can trust?

But how dare she reveal this kind of thing to outsiders? Every word in Brando's letter is as critical as every word. Pressing heavily on her chest, arbitrarily getting involved in the empire's succession, and then killing her first and then telling her off, it was simply audacious. She bit her lower lip again and again until her lips turned white. Even the fact that Brando beheaded first and then acted later was not so hateful in her opinion, but did that guy know how terrible it would be if he angered the empire because of this? This is the dragon's reverse scale, the touch of it Must die.

How could she dare to let Overwell and Odin discuss this kind of thing? Although Sir Wolf was her teacher and core ally, in her heart, he was not someone she could completely trust. Fortunately, Overwell also knows this bottom line very well, and will stop talking about anything. She is very smart, and most of the time she does not need further reminders. Count Odin was a little less politically sensitive than his teacher, but he was more loyal to the kingdom and she could rest assured. But none of them were the most suitable ministers in her mind.

For some reason, there was always a hateful shadow in her heart. She simply put away the letter with a bang and walked towards her study.

"Your Highness Princess?" Several maids were confused.

"I'm going to write a reply."

Just five days later, Her Royal Highness the Princess received the second letter from Tony Geer. This letter is different from the formal report of the first letter. The letter explains in detail the ins and outs of providing political asylum to Prince Lenaret, as well as some of Brando's own considerations and the troubles he may face in doing so. and benefits. Griffin sat in front of his desk, touching Brando's apology words on the letter with his fingertips, and sat in a daze for a while. "It seems that I have wrongly blamed him," she thought to herself, "but his promise to Veronica does not bring any benefit to his own territory. Is it just to get rid of himself and defile himself?"

But this time, after the half-elf girl carefully checked whether the magic seal on the letter was complete, she gently folded the letter and carefully received it into the box she made with mithril; only she and Haruze had that box. The key was a birthday gift given to her by Obergu VII. She would take this box with her wherever she went. She then wrote another reply.

The first half of the reply was filled with the relief and encouragement of a regent princess to her ministers, and said that she did not care about this matter and hoped that Brando would not have any grudges. But at the end of the letter, Her Royal Highness the Princess wrote in beautiful words: "Your Majesty, although it may be very rude to speak so presumptuously, I still want to ask you, Your Majesty, what do you think about the future of this kingdom, and me, ha?" Luze, how do you view the future relationship between this kingdom and your Excellency? I hope this question can be answered by a kind and righteous knight whom I have met before."

When Brando got the letter, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. It seemed that the princess really had nothing to do with him, and she actually played the tenderness card. But he had no ambition. When he got the letter, he only had the unwavering faith in his heart. Without any other words, he immediately wrote a letter back to the princess. There was not a word written in the letter, only a blank page. Then he gave the brooch that the princess had given to him. Put it on the white paper.

a week later. He received a reply.

There was only one sentence in the reply.

"Mr. Brando, please go ahead and do it. Eruin's future, together with Haruze, is in your hands."

…

The woods rustled.

Princess Magdale lay quietly on the big bed that seemed to grow naturally from the tree wall, her blond hair spread on the snow-white sheets, her eyelids closed quietly, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale. But everyone in the room could already feel that Her Royal Highness the Princess was breathing again. Her chest was rising and falling slightly, and her long eyelashes occasionally trembled. As if he would wake up at any time.

Brando breathed a sigh of relief. He winked at the others and signaled Ciel, Hipamira, Star and the twin sisters to go out first. Then he turned around and thanked the cold-faced girl behind him: "Thank you so much, Miss Frofa."

Star hid the dragon's heart in another lair in the Dead Frost Forest, but it was completely destroyed in the big explosion. The one placed on Magdar was brought by the Alozto people from the dragon tribe. Yes, that little female dragon is careless. But he kept his word. It's just that she was supposed to personally implant the dragon's heart into Magdal, but now she can't go out because of the confinement period. In the end, it was the cold-faced dragon girl she entrusted to fulfill this promise on her behalf - the person Brando happened to have met once in the Legacy of the Saint, the girl whom Aloz called Frofa.

He was originally worried about whether something would go wrong, but he didn't expect that the latter was countless times more reliable than the former. Not only was the entire implantation process clean, but at least so far, there seemed to be no problems at all.

Therefore, his thank you was sincere, ever since the battle of Ampelsel. He regarded Princess Magdalen as a friend. If it were not for them, Her Royal Highness would not have ended up like this. Whenever he thought of that night, Her Royal Highness braved the rain to find out the news but was discovered and then executed. He felt very uncomfortable. The nun princess must have been very frightened and desperate at the time, but for the sake of her friendship with Princess Griffin, she still went without hesitation. In this era of Eruin, the friendship between Magdal and Griffin , can be said to be the most shining human nature in the darkness.

It is a pity that such a gentle and kind girl did not end well in history.

Frofa's dress was still similar to the last time she met him. She glanced at Princess Magdalen on the bed, then turned back to look at Brando, without speaking, she just stretched out her hand to him and spread her palms flat. .

What does it mean? Brando was slightly startled.

"Earrings." Frofa's voice sounded like water dripping onto ice.

The little bit of goodwill towards Aloz that Brando had just established in his heart disappeared in an instant. He couldn't help scolding the little female dragon over and over in his heart, as if she had been trying to find ways since he met her. The earth has laid a series of traps for him, and now, the biggest time bomb has come to him, ticking and ready to detonate at any time, but he had completely forgotten this before. But that's not the core of the problem. Frofa's earrings were damaged in the last battle with Ampelsel. How can he get them out now?

He mustered up the courage to glance at this cold-faced dragon girl, and then remembered what Aloz and Shiduo said about the symbolic meaning of dragon earrings. He couldn't help but feel a little blushing. Fortunately, he had experienced so many things. After that, I finally developed my thick skin, and I was able to imitate the shamelessness of other nobles. After much hesitation, I replied: "Well, Miss Frofa, I really lost your earrings a little carelessly."

The dragon girl looked at him coldly.

Brando felt as if a sharp sword was hanging over his head and would fall at any time. "Well... I think," he hesitated: "Actually, I think personal marriage should not be related to an item. Although customs and customs are also important, but... you see, you are a dragon and I am a human. The customs we have to follow are also different. You should be able to understand what I mean, Miss Frofa, I mean, in fact, I didn't know anything about it before that." To be honest, Brando It wasn't like he couldn't fight against a young dragon like Aloz or even Frofa, but he felt that he was in the wrong in the first place. If he fought again, his face as a lord would probably be lost, and he felt that Such an idea of ​​decay before a fight naturally made the dragon girl in front of her a head lower in terms of momentum.

Frofa listened for a moment with a cold face, and then said calmly:

"You mean you don't want to marry me?"

"Holy shit!" Brando looked at the other party in stunned silence, not understanding how she got such a meaning from her words. He opened his mouth, and it took him a while to squeeze out this sentence: "This... I'm afraid that's not what I mean."

The dragon girl glanced at him, her eyes becoming colder than ever before, making Brando feel as if he was a dead person in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Mr. Earl, I hate those who play with girls' hearts the most. Man, just take care of yourself." After saying this, she turned around, opened the door, walked out, and then slammed the door, leaving Brando standing there with a puzzled look on his face.

Brando was going crazy, "Aloz, what on earth did you bastard do!" He roared in his heart.

...(To be continued...)