"Lead your troops to Ebolden to defend against the Azorean elves, and hold out until the Empire's legions are assembled and arrive... Are you crazy? You must be crazy, right?!"

Outside the hall of the Edgeworth, Brandon stared at the black-haired wizard's face in disbelief, as if he was going to dig something out of his expression.

The black-haired wizard hugged his shoulders and didn't explain anything with a smirk.

He was waiting for Brandon to calm himself down.

"That bastard, if he wants to go, let him go, wouldn't it be good if he was sent to death! Anyway, this was our plan from the beginning, isn't it, to retreat as advance! Why stop him, I don't understand! I want you to explain it to me!"

Brandon's breathing became more and more rapid, and his red pupils were full of complaints: "I thought we had a tacit agreement - I will go out directly, and you will lead the next meeting of the Edgeworth Knights, and come up with a reason and excuse that this bastard must not refuse to send to death!"

"And now, Conod sits in the center, mobilizing my army to calmly prepare for this war, and let you and I go to Eberden, and the other to Jufeng Mountain to die... Don't tell me this is your plan, don't do it!"

"Because it's going to make me angry, I'm really going to be angry, Loren Turin, I feel like I've been betrayed by someone!

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, as if he was trembling all over, as if he was desperately trying to hold himself back from exploding.

"What do you mean by not speaking, that you think I'm too stupid to explain, or that with my intellect, I can't understand the thoughts of the noble and great Duke of Byrne?

"The Sakran Empire... She's just waiting in front of you and me, as long as the bastard who is now usurping her is dead, do you understand what I mean?!"

Loren, who still didn't speak, turned his head directly and stopped looking at Brandon, who was already a little hysterical with anger.

"You turn around, look at me, look at me!" Brandon seemed to be irritated by Loren's attitude, and Brandon became more and more angry, clenching his teeth and making his expression become hideous and slightly distorted:

"Did that bastard of Connad make some deal with you, or did he promise you some other good—tell me, tell me Loren Turin, and if you want to betray me, tell me in front of me, in the open, or I'll ...... it."

"Bang ——!"

The door to the Knights' hall was opened, and a crowd of people waited to get out.

Looking at the dukes who came out, Brandon had to reluctantly restrain his expression, hugged his shoulders and stepped aside, only his eyes were still staring at Loren, not squinting without even blinking.

Feeling the "hot" eyes on his side, the black-haired wizard could only barely smile.

"I must say that today you are extraordinarily 'Turin' – the Duke of Loren Turin. Glancing at Brandon beside him, and then at the crowd walking towards here behind him, Yuri Wirtz, who walked forward quickly, took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"By the way, I apologize for what happened before - even when I saw your Imperial Manifesto, I thought you were using this way to your advantage, but... I was wrong. ”

"I won't deny my mistakes, I ......"

"You, you, you... You better stop, little Yuli!" Before he could finish speaking, Levin once again sneaked up on a "culp" from the back, and his arm directly hooked the neck of the Grand Duke of Elleman: "Loren is not such a cautious guy, you should still fiddle in front of Conod!"

"This is the basic etiquette that should be!" protested Yuri Wirtz, whose revolt was a tickle for the Duke of Lothair compared to the tall Ruwen: "And that is His Majesty the Emperor, who should be called Connad I by his first name......"

"Come on!" laughed, and Lu Wen, who raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the black-haired wizard with a fierce look: "I'll take people back to Shenlin Fort right away - hold on for half a month, and I'll personally save you!"

Loren smiled, nodded and didn't say much, ducked aside to get out of the way of Leuven, who was holding Yuri, and the hallway was filled with his heroic laughter and Yuri's weak-sounding protest.

"You guy... I still really like this different tone, the same as when I was in the big green sea. I don't know when it appeared, Salika stuck her waist and held her head high, and she held her towering chest unconcernedly: "Very good, it's the type I like!"

"Wait, wait for me to take the Silver Armor to save you, you flowery guy, you must tell me who your little elf girlfriend is when the time comes!"

The gloomy Duke of Arles, Nolan Erde, didn't say anything, but just left the black-haired wizard with a very "good-natured" smile with his hideous expression before leaving.

"Should I say thank you?"

A very playful and gentle voice sounded from behind him, and Loren, who was slightly startled, immediately turned around and looked at the other party calmly.

"Not at all, Master Corona - you seem to have forgotten that I'm also a wizard of the Wizard's Tower. ”

"What's more, I'm still half of your disciple... These are the things I should do. ”

The old wizard stood with his hands down, with an old naughty smile on the corner of his mouth, "Then I should thank myself - it is an honor that no wizard of all generations has ever had to have an apprentice duke." ”

"Of course... Maybe I don't have the honor yet, but after all, there are other people who should really thank you. ”

The brunette wizard raised an eyebrow.

"Master Corona, you are... What do you mean?"

"You know, but this kind of thing... It's good that both parties have a tacit understanding, and they don't have to speak. Corona snorted lightly, his expression leisurely: "In short, the city of Eberden will be over to the best of its ability, from the wizard tower to every merchant, worker and mercenary, will do everything in their power for the battle of the Empire." ”

"In return, that's the only thing I can guarantee. ”

With that, Corona bowed slightly, looked at the black-haired wizard with a somewhat complicated expression, bowed to Brandon on the side, and walked away with a smile.

Loren, on the other hand, stood still, staring at the old man's back—he always felt as if Corona was trying to tell him something, and that someone was not going to speak.

Before he could figure it out, he heard Brandon's lazy and scoundrel voice beside him.

"Well, I'm not a fool... At least not that stupid, and I've calmed down now. ”

"So, can you tell me what's going on - it's a reward, I promise not to be angry this time, and obediently listen to Lord Lord Byrne?"

"......" Loren Turin.

The black-haired wizard, who was patient, spent ten minutes repeating what had just happened in the hall of the Knights, adding his "true thoughts" by the way.

From beginning to end, His Royal Highness the Prince kept nodding his head, "well-behaved and obedient" to the point that he didn't even dare to interrupt a word, which made Loren particularly uncomfortable, and paused several times to answer Brandon's question, but the other party pursed his lips and stared at him with big clear eyes.

It's okay at first, but the more I look at it, the more I feel like it's hairy......

"So... You're doing this to avoid being directly controlled by that guy. Blinking his big pure and flawless eyes, Brandon folded his hands in front of him: "It's not that I've reached something with him... Protocol?"

"And I just want to help His Royal Highness wipe the butt of a certain prince!" Loren rolled his eyes: "You suddenly get up and leave, in that case, if I don't take the initiative again, what kind of good looks will those dukes give us just now?!"

"Ahhhhh I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" His Royal Highness the Prince, who was very unscrupulous, scratched his head again and again, and his fiery red hair was messy: "I just couldn't hold back for a while... Not again next time, okay?"

Looking at Brandon, who was rolling up and down, begging for forgiveness, Loren had nothing more to say than sigh.

He still didn't let go.

Even if the choice has been made, even if the fact that Conod has become the thirteenth generation emperor has been acquiesced, even if he knows that all this is only temporarily dormant...... Brandon, he still can't swallow this breath.

He even wished that Conod would be able to treat him more harshly after ascending the throne, and that the other party would send him to prison in court and put him in a black prison to prepare for execution, because then he would have more reason to be angry and retaliate.

But on the contrary, it is the generosity and tolerance of the other party that makes this anger even more inflated, which will make him become as hysterical as he was just now, and let anger take over his reason.

I was pitied, charred, forgiven... No, it's unforgivable, never forgivable!

Become the heir of Conod, inherit the throne reasonably and legally after a hundred years, and forever lose the excuse to take revenge on this group of people, revenge for their prejudice and despisance against themselves for so many years......

Undoubtedly, this is definitely not the outcome that Brandon wants.

But his reason kept telling him that being able to ascend to the throne without controversy and inherit everything logically was the best result.

Under the contradiction between the two wills, Brandon is changing from the calmness of wearing a mask in the past to becoming a little extreme, and his emotions are becoming more and more unstable.

Unless he can one day complete his long-awaited "revenge", even if Conod dies and ascends to the throne... Brandon couldn't get out of this contradiction either.

Similarly, just as he didn't tell Conod the truth, Loren didn't tell Brandon all the reasons - although the "Ebolden Plan" was basically his own, I am afraid that this is also the outcome that Connad wanted.

He is the commander of the Broken Mountain Fortress, and he has fought more than one monster invasion war, and his military experience is only more than Loren, not less;

Remembering the scene from the meeting just now, the black-haired wizard frowned.

Salika is on her side, Nolan Ode is on both sides, Ruben is not in shape, and Yuri Wirtz is too rigid to see if it will be good for the Empire.

In other words, the only people who can really see the overall situation are Conod and Corona.

And Corona... His behavior is also too strange.

Ebolden was about to encounter a war, but as an archon, he was not at all surprised, not even nervous, as if he had expected everything.

How much does Corona know, and what does he want to tell himself?

Could it be ......

"I will do my best to convince the dragons of Jufeng Mountain. ”

Just as Loren was deep in thought, Brandon had already restrained his smile, and his expression became much calmer: "It seems that this is the only thing I can do well at the moment - after all, there is no second dragon rider besides me." ”

"Hey... By the way, Milasis seems to have mentioned to me that you will be able to communicate with her when you get back from Dragon King, or else ......"

Tugging at the corners of his mouth, the black-haired wizard shook his head.

"No?" Brandon was a little disappointed.

"It's too late, I'll have to get to Eboden as soon as possible - the army of the Azorean elves will come at any time, and if I'm not there when they attack, then everything will be over. Loren shrugged: "I heard that there are a total of eleven dragons in Jufeng Mountain, and eleven dragons cover the sky... Sounds like something to look forward to. ”

"Then you can continue to look forward to it, because even the Dragon Empress and Brandon the Sage failed to do it back then - considering that Brandon I killed a dragon in the Battle of Bloodshed, I fear that the dragon of Torch Peak Mountain might be a little more unfriendly to me, 'Brandon'. ”

"......" Loren Turin.

"So you're the commander of Ebolden, and I'm going to convince the dragons—if we're lucky, we'll be the saviors of Eboden again, and be heroes on the front lines of the Empire!" Brandon said, gesturing:

"Of course, I'm the hero, strictly speaking, like all legends, the prince is there to save the princess, I'm the prince, you... My dear Wizard Advisor, the princess waiting for me to save her. ”

"So let's settle it, His Royal Highness the Prince is responsible for riding the dragon to save the scene, and Her Royal Highness the Princess is trying to make herself alive until the prince comes, and she can't be snatched away by the other subordinates!"

Looking at Brandon, who had a sunny "smirk" and made a grimace at himself, turned to leave, and ran towards the eldest princess of Fetronay in the distance, the black-haired wizard really couldn't say a word.

Not far away, Lusen, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, saw Loren standing alone in front of the gate and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Lord Loren, is the meeting over?" the gray-eyed young man asked, "Where are we going next-the palace outside the Heavenly Dome Palace, or go back to the Red Blood Castle directly......

"No, tell Count Eckert of Fort Fury to wait outside the city with the two thousand knights who came with him, and by the way, get Isaac back, and tell him to let him drive back to Byrne in the floating city. Loren sighed:

"We went to Ebolden. ”