It turns out that before the moment he went out, Loren had already "betrayed" Edward.

Loren told him that the time was three days, but in fact the next day Countess Charlotte and her party had already left, ready to return.

She hadn't even informed Brandon that she had prepared her carriage and luggage a few days earlier, and was expected to go all the way down from the Gem River, through the Duchy of Elemand, and then return directly from the nearest avenue, to the Red Blood Castle in the Duchy of Byrne.

The birthplace of the House of Turin, and the last fiefdom.

Loren's purpose is still the time difference... This is the most basic principle of never fighting at a time and place set by the enemy, and only when the enemy is caught off guard or even unprepared can we strike first.

Of course, this time the opponent is the night watchman, and there is no need to expect to be able to strike first - Rut Infinit's desk must always have hundreds of plans, even the mouse cockroaches in the summer twilight courtyard are his eyeliner, and his every step must be expected by him.

But the more times like this, the more cautious every step becomes... The less time you have left for the night watchman, the more opportunities you have for yourself.

At dawn, under the misty sky, the entire imperial capital was shrouded in early morning mist;

In the courtyard of the summer twilight, an elaborate four-wheeled carriage has stopped in the garden, and eight heavily armed knights stand around it, swords.

If you look closely, you can see that they are different from ordinary guards—the silver-white breastplate and shoulder armor are also chain mail woven with dense iron rings, the lower body is made of countless iron pieces like fish scales, the arm and leg armor are also cast entirely of condensed steel, and the bottom layer also has a cotton armor with a base, wrapped under a navy-blue cloak.

There is only one kind of person in the entire empire who has this kind of armor-forging technology and can wear it all in the empire...... The knights of Byrne.

Of course, even more conspicuous are the knightly swords in their hands that are nearly half a man tall - the only one who can charge with a gun without a shield on the battlefield, or even rush into the enemy line with a two-handed broadsword.

The only one who can shake the "black wall" of Sakran head-on is the Byrne knight who shouts and charges and wields a great sword.

Standing beside the carriage were Brandon, who had arrived at the news, and Fitlonay de Salion, who had forcibly followed, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who had a smile on his face, stood in front of the Countess of Charlotte with a little flattery in his eyes.

However, the countess still didn't give him a good look, but she had a good impression of the eldest princess Fitlonai, who had not met several times, and the two of them chatted in a few words, which was not like the first official meeting.

"Your Royal Highness the eldest princess, please also convey your apologies to Your Majesty on my behalf - it is a great pity that as a vassal of the Empire, I did not say goodbye. ”

"You're overthinking, Count. Fitlonai showed a rare reserved smile, and put his hands behind his back: "In terms of seniority, your father is still the uncle of the imperial brother, and you and the imperial brother are the same generation......; The recent chaos in the imperial capital has really made Byrne's Turin family see a joke. ”

"Where, where... To be able to witness the royal judgment in person with the eyes of the queen of the royal city is enough to make the trip worthwhile......"

Singing and harmonizing, there were two girls talking and laughing, so that the side became an ornament, and the corners of His Royal Highness the Prince, who couldn't interject at all, twitched and secretly wept.

Why is it that when they talk to themselves, they are never so gentle......

After a farewell bid, the Salute of Countess Charlotte finally boarded the carriage, and the fluttering swallowtail flag faded into the morning mist to the crisp sound of horses' hooves, and was never seen again.

As for Loren and his party, they had already boarded the carriage... Brandon's alliance with the Turin family was a private move, and certainly could not be seen by Sister-in-law Phytronay.

"My sister-in-law and Charlotte get along well... I didn't expect the two of you to talk like that. ”

Sitting in the carriage back to the Heavenly Dome Palace, Brandon hugged his shoulders with a very "relieved" expression: "You two have such tough personalities, I thought there would be a fight." ”

"How sinister your mind is. The knight girl still had a cold face and was expressionless, disapproving Brandon's attitude:

"The other party is the leader of the Turin family, and he is of the same generation as the royal brother...... Even if it weren't, as an important vassal of the Sakran Empire, respect and appeasement were necessary... Otherwise, what else will the Empire rely on to control the unruly Duchy of Byrne?"

"It's still early. ”

Brandon clasped the back of his head with both hands and deliberately stretched his face to Aunt Fitlonai: "Do you want to go to the market first, or just take advantage of the sky to go to the church of the Holy Cross to pray......?"

With one hand pushing away the face that had been leaning in front of her, the knight girl calmly avoided the harassment of His Royal Highness the Prince, and twisted her head away to show that she didn't intend to pay attention to him.

"Loren Turin. Looking at the hurried, empty streets, Fitlonay spoke lightly.

"Huh?"

"Loren Turin, he's not in that carriage, he's not in Charlotte Turin's return party. An imperceptible sharpness flashed in the corner of the knight girl's eyes:

"What exactly did you give him?"

"Uh... Why can't I understand?" Brandon was still deliberately playing dumb.

"Brandon......" Fitlonai's cheeks showed a hint of impatience - the hardest thing about Brandon is that he will never tell the truth directly... Even when it has been debunked, he can show great sincerity, as if everything was just an accident.

This is something that the Knight Maiden has seen many times in the past few years... Looking helplessly at the stinky boy who was still scratching his head and smirking, Fitronay couldn't help but clench his fists.

Why... Why can't I help him?

The only person who can inherit the imperial brother and become the supreme emperor of the thirteenth generation is Conod, and only he has the mind and responsibility to become the successor of the empire, so that the Sakrand Empire and even the Dragon King family can go further!

Fitronay never doubted that Conod could do this—under his rule, the old principalities were destined to be replaced by the system of viceroys, and the glory of the old era would finally come to an end, and a centralized empire would be born united at the feet of the Emperor, not the lords who divided and ruled!

For Conod, Brandon was no longer his blood relative, but his future worst enemy.

The stupid guy with a smirk on his face in front of him still has his own ambitions... The Supreme Emperor of the thirteenth generation must step through the bones of his blood relatives to enter the Heavenly Dome Palace, and wash his Iron Crown with the blood of another de Salion.

Obviously you have already decided to help one, why are you still ruthless to the other?

Fitlonay lowered her head, her expression unreadable under her long flame-like hair.

"Night's watchman, you're ready to go... Just today. ”

It wasn't until this moment that Brandon's expression changed color slightly: "What?!"

"Do you really think that the Holy Cross Church, the old-school aristocracy, and your brother Conod...... Will they turn a blind eye to your victory?"

Fitlonay's expression was cold, or rather had to make himself look emotionless: "Just today... The Imperial Brother had already acquiesced, and as long as he could guarantee that it would not affect the wizards, he would not interfere in this matter. ”

"Hey, Aunt Fitronay, don't you mean to say ......?"

"Loren Turin... He touched the bottom line of the imperial brother, and almost caused the prestige of the Holy Cross Church to plummet - this is absolutely unacceptable to the imperial brother, the premise of maintaining the unity of the empire is the unity of faith, and the shock of faith will inevitably cause a split within the empire, even if there is only a slight possibility, he must not allow it!"

"But, but it's just a shame at this point, is there any need for this?!"

"In order to uphold the faith, the royal brother can tolerate the corpses of the Church in Ellemont, and can he allow an upright and gifted wizard to be burned at the stake—do you think it's because of what, just dissatisfaction with the Church?"

Fitlonay forcefully interrupted the shocked Brandon: "Whether it's a riot or an uprising, it all starts little by little...... A spark can start a prairie fire!"

As the words fell, a loud bang came from the summer twilight courtyard——!!!!