Act 129 Route

The entire fleet has no lights, like a dark school of fish, floating in the night sky. The moonlight occasionally penetrates the clouds, casting a clear glow onto the undulating sea surface, and also reflects the shadow of the fleet on the waves. The silver sail clouds were bright and dark, like shimmering silver light, and the entire fleet rumbled in the mid-air. But the more so, the night seemed more and more silent, and the entire sky of the vast and noble inland sea seemed to be shrouded in this Under a strange atmosphere.

The air in the cartography room was also somewhat silent. Several large maps of the entire empire and maps of the surrounding areas of the Sublime Inland Sea were spread out on the table. A black leather sheathed dagger was pressed on the corner of one side, and a six-pointer was placed on the other side. instrument or something similar. There were several chairs placed around the table, and Marjorie, Charles, Avram, Count Alcorns, and another spokesperson elected by the nobles were sitting around the table. Brando sat at the top, and behind him stood the female mercenary leader Juta with a sword and Hipamilla holding a scepter.

The ladies did not want to be crowded together with these men, so they stood a little further away and watched the men's discussions from a distance. In fact, except for Chiara and Oni, several other women were not interested in such boring meetings. Enid was accompanying the little princess of the Sifah family, and Judy was with Oni. Get used to it, after all, this little girl is only eleven years old, and she is still at an age where she is afraid of being alone.

In the middle of the crowd stood a young man. He was wearing a captain's attire: a straight blue-gray coat, golden tassels hanging from the shoulder badges, a ribbon, light gray breeches, shiny black boots, and a pair of white gloves. Drawing on the map, he said: "Lord, our first task now is to determine the route. Such a huge fleet cannot always drift at sea, and supplies are a big problem. So we have to find a suitable target port. This place must be It has the following conditions: first, it must be able to accommodate our fleet; second, it must be able to provide us with sufficient supplies for a long time; third, and most importantly, this port's attitude towards us, this is also Guarantee of the first two points.”

"It can accommodate a fleet like ours. It must at least have the qualifications of a first-class port. There are not many such ports around the sublime inland sea." Avram replied breathlessly. The cabin was so stuffy that the heir to the duke The circles of fat on his forehead and neck were covered with glistening sweat, and his silk robe was also soaked. The maid kept fanning him with a round fan, but it still didn't help. The sweat was like a waterfall. Crossflow. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and continued: "Only business-rich areas such as Cloak Bay and Metz have ports like this. I thought about it and the closest ones to us should be Emma and Jinling Port. , Fatan..."

He is not as domineering as other aristocratic children, but on the contrary, he is a bit timid. I don't know if it is because he has been exposed to too much family business that he has acquired the cautious habits of a businessman. After wiping his sweat, he frowned and said worriedly: "My lord, an anchorage with first-class port qualifications can probably support a fleet like ours for a long time. But the problem is that the Cruz people may not trust a fleet like ours to enter." their port. My lord, you originally"

Brando certainly knows what this cautious guy is going to say.

It's just that they originally thought that Brando only had a few ships. With the Ephraim family's relationship within the empire, they could easily solve the problem of port docking and supply as long as they took care of the business partners in the past. But let the Cruz people look blind. Sending such a large fleet into the port, or even just passing through the waters near the port, is no small matter. His original connections may not be useful.

This was also the trouble the Buga people caused for him. How could Brando have thought that such a huge fleet would arrive in the empire, but of course he would not let Avram say what he said next, and interrupted him with a wink: "I know, you don't have to worry. , you just need to inform your friends in advance to reassure them, lest the Cruz people think that we are their enemies."

"Really..." Avram muttered in his heart, wondering if it is that simple? With such a huge fleet that does not belong to our own side suddenly appearing in the empire, the Cruz people responsible may not even be able to sleep well. It is a bit taken for granted to say that you can rest assured.

It's just that Brando has already established the authority to tell the truth among the envoys in these days, so he can only keep these doubts in his stomach and will never say them out rashly.

Brando's eyes swept across the yellowed maps, and his eyes moved along the rugged coastline of the sublime inland sea, as if he was thinking about it. After a while, he made a decision directly: "Let's go to Fatan."

The room was so quiet for a moment that everyone was following the young earl's gaze to find their final destination.

The two Cruz nobles are obviously more familiar with their homeland. Fatan is located in the Emebronn Province, located at the mouth of the Marigold River. The Emebronn Province is bordered by the Short Mane Mountains to the east and is located at the westernmost end of the Metz region. It is the northern gateway of the Evergreen Corridor, the heartland of the empire's northwest territory, and Fatan Port is the center of this area and one of the largest ports in West Metz. Count Alcorns glanced at the map, frowned and said, "Is this place too close?"

Brando glanced at him and understood that what the other party meant was whether Fatan Port was too close to the Evergreen Walkway. He was afraid that the Jogendigon army would arrive here after breaking through the Asa Fortress. Nobles like the other party had experienced a period of panic. After living on the run all day long, I finally had a chance to breathe, and I no longer wanted to have such an experience again.

He shook his head slightly.

In fact, the choice of Port Fatan was by no means a spur-of-the-moment decision. Tulaman had already chosen this port for them. Although the Buga people did not say why, Brando believed that the other party must have some information, just because A certain avoidance cannot be said so directly. He could even boldly guess that the Silver People might have used their monitoring stations on the earth, so at such a sensitive time, Tulaman could only choose such a subtle way to remind him.

To put it bluntly, this short meeting at the moment is just used to hide the eyes and ears of these Cruz nobles. Brando replied: "Your Majesty, the White Army is still in the Evergreen Walkway, and Qiao Gendigang's army will not be so easy. Break through this line of defense. To say the least, if the White Army cannot stop them, then there will be no safe place in the entire Metz region. You can't let us go directly to the heart of the empire, right?"

Count Alcorns frowned, and he heard the underlying meaning of the young earl's words. What's more, he also understands what it means for such a huge fleet to sail directly to the heart of the empire. By then, no matter whether they have good intentions or bad intentions, they will only be greeted by the Cruz Royal Fleet and aircraft that defend the imperial capital. A frontal attack from the Horse Knights.

"Then," another Cruz noble present here is the common representative of other nobles outside Loon Port. He is a kind gentleman with a kind face, but he looks more nervous than Count Alkans now: "Why are we Why don’t you go to Cape Cove?”

The real reason for not going to Cloak Bay? Naturally, Turaman warned him in advance, and the nobles who knew about it on the battlefield of the final battle. Most of them are now rooted in this area. Needless to say, these people must be Her Majesty's loyal supporters. Moreover, in the past few decades, the Silver Queen has never reused the nobles in this area, only allowing them to firmly control the empire's navy. This message made Brando even more vigilant than Her Majesty the Queen's attention to these nobles.

It is obvious that Constance regards these people as an important force behind her, and will not put them on the table until the critical moment. It is also commonly known as the trump card. Knowing this, Brando will naturally not stupidly run into the opponent's snare. Between the Cloak Bay and the Metz area, it is obvious that the former cannot be approached under any circumstances.

But I can't say that right now.

Brando glanced at the man, and the other person's question was actually not what he expected. Fortunately, these Cruz people had not begun to suspect anything, they just instinctively wanted to stay away from danger. He smiled slightly and replied with a confident look: "Actually, you two don't have to worry so much. With my fleet alone, the Jorgendigon people can't do anything to us, and the more threatening thing to us is the empire." Army, don't you two want to escape from danger only to die at the hands of your own people for no reason?"

"This is the heart of the empire. Everything must be done with caution. The reason why I chose Fatan is also based on many factors. First of all, I don't want to conflict with the imperial navy, and I don't want to make your Majesty the Queen feel too nervous. To be honest, I am just the head of a small envoy. If I hadn't encountered the current situation, I would never have made it so troublesome. So, let's not further complicate the situation, you two. What do you think?"

Count Alcorns thought for a moment and felt that this was the case, but he really scorned Brando's words, "I am just the head of a small envoy." Is there such an envoy in the past? The only thing missing was that they didn't drive the fleet directly into the imperial capital and force Her Majesty the Queen to enter the palace. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, thinking that the empire had offended this damn guy somewhere, otherwise why could the other party be so arrogant? He thought wildly for a while, then slowly nodded and agreed with Brando's statement.

As for the remaining good gentleman, he actually followed Alcorns's lead, so naturally it was difficult for him to offer any other opinions. After the two parties discussed for a while, they basically determined some of the details. In fact, there was nothing wrong with these Cruz nobles. Brando's requirements for them were basically as long as they did not cause trouble. However, this feeling made Count Alkans Feeling very uncomfortable, he took the initiative to propose that after reaching Fatan, he could also use some connections to at least let the Cruz people guarantee the supply of their fleet.

Of course, he considered this out of his own safety. After all, Brando's fleet is currently his only talisman.

After confirming the route, the Cruz nobles who had been nervous all day finally relaxed, and only at this time did the fatigue suddenly return to these normally pampered nobles. After a whole day of fear, witnessing a big battle and going back and forth, even a person like Count Alcorns couldn't help but feel a little dizzy and quickly left to rest.

After the Cruzes left one by one, Brando immediately took off his relaxed appearance and became serious. He ordered all members of the envoy to stay at the venue of this meeting. But he chose the captain's room.

The captain's room of the Akhenaten was quite spacious and luxurious, and could accommodate all the members of the envoy without being cramped. However, the atmosphere in the room was somewhat solemn at this moment, and a strange silence lingered around everyone. Avram was still wiping his sweat, but his maid had disappeared, and Oni frowned. Still biting her lower lip, she subconsciously glanced at Marjorie next to her. Among all the people, only the young non-commissioned officer seemed relatively calm. The latter stood there upright, his eyebrows motionless, as if he was waiting for a general. Soldiers giving orders. This caused the captain of the Akhenaten not far away to look here curiously, wondering who this person was. Could it be that he was another of the lord's confidants, but they had never seen him before.

Marjorie's side. It was the other ladies in the envoy. Enid and Judy both looked very nervous. The daughter of Earl Yanbao was a little better, but she was still immersed in the previous shock and had not recovered. Only Princess Magdale remained calm and composed, while Chiara next to her had a very complicated expression on her face. Sometimes she raised her eyebrows, sometimes she showed a weird smile, but overall she looked cheerful. You can tell at a glance that he is a character who is afraid of chaos in the world.

There was silence for a long time before someone finally broke the dead atmosphere.

It was Ouni who spoke: "Master, Captain. I...we believe you won't talk nonsense, but what you said is too...too..." What she originally wanted to say was too far-fetched. Two months ago, she would have screamed this out loud. But unknowingly, Brando had already established an image of authority in the minds of these people, even if she didn't want to admit it. But subconsciously, I have actually recognized this. This rude word rolled around in her mouth several times, but she still couldn't say it out.

Brando looked at these people. He chose to tell them the truth Turaman revealed to him frankly, not because of impulse, but at this time. He needs at least support and recognition from his own country. What he has to do now is to control the Cruz nobles so that they will not cause trouble. To do this alone is not enough, he also needs the help of others.

And these Eruin nobles in the mission are the help he can rely on. In fact, it was not until this moment that Brando had a sense of identification with the nobility of this kingdom for the first time. These young aristocratic descendants have not yet been completely affected by the set of rules of their fathers, and their inherent rebellion is in them. Their bodies bloom with the brilliance of freedom and ideals, a vitality that is incompatible with this decadent and ancient kingdom.

"I believe you can judge for yourself whether what I said is true or false." Brando simply replied.

Ouni stopped talking. If Brando told them these things on the first day, they might still be suspicious, but in fact, the regiment leader was very foresighted when they broke through the defense line of Jorgendigang's army. He warned them that those dragons might be related to the Silver Queen. After having this layer of doubts, and then connected with the truth they heard today, and connected all the clues together, all the problems were solved.

In fact, they had already recognized this statement in their hearts, but it was just because it was too shocking that they could not change their original understanding of the world for a while.

But after a moment, the sergeant who stood like a javelin spoke: "Lord," he said in a deep voice.

Brando was startled for a moment, and he suddenly realized that Marjorie called him the lord, not the leader as others said. He couldn't help but look at the other party with some doubts.

"My lord," Marjorie replied: "If you have any orders, please give them. I am a soldier and know what should be done at this time."

Brando glanced at this guy in surprise. He originally thought he had to convince Oni first, but he didn't expect that this usually taciturn guy spoke first. He nodded slightly, then looked at the others and said, "Where are you guys?"

"...Sir, are we...are we going to go to war with the empire?" Enid asked with some fear.

"No," Brando shook his head: "But we are probably going to go to war with Her Majesty the Queen, but you don't have to worry too much, we may not be alone."

"Sir, are you saying that someone will help us?" Avram asked stammering.

"We'll know then." Brando stared at the huge map of the entire empire hanging on the wall of the captain's room, his eyes fell on the location of Fatan Port, and he replied quietly. Then, he changed his tone and gave the order: "Marjorie, Avram, what comes next is your real order, listen carefully."

Both of them looked down subconsciously.

"When the fleet arrives at Port Fatan, your task is to take over the port immediately." Brando said the word "take over" heavily: "Whether it is through peaceful means or force."

He raised his head, his eyes as bright as a fire: "Do you understand?"

The two young people were stunned at the same time.

…(To be continued…)

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