The moment Conrad de Salion appeared, the whole atmosphere was not quite right.

Even if he didn't look into their eyes, Loren could deeply feel the strong fanaticism and excitement from the soldiers who knelt on one knee, which was simply a "power" that could only exist in fanatics.

These legionnaires ...... Whether it was the banner regiment of the Brandon Guard or the guard of the Broken Mountain Fortress, they all had expressions of eagerness to die for this man immediately - I am afraid that even if Conod ordered to charge at the dragon, they would probably be brave enough to die, and they would rush to Mirasis in the face of dragon flames!

Just standing there turned the tide in an instant, leaving Brandon and Loren isolated in an instant...... Connad de Salion, what kind of prestige does he have in the legions of the Empire that cannot be looked up to?

Either way, it's definitely higher than Brandon described......

Loren squinted his eyes and glanced at His Royal Highness the Prince, who was already covered in cold sweat, at this moment he completely lost the calmness he had just now, and he was in a flattering posture from head to toe.

"Hey, Brother Conrad, this cloak is really for you! The fiery red robe is matched with the ancestral red hair of the de Salion family, and the black armor, well... Mature colors and symbols that never go out of style... Oh, Aunt Fitronay asked me to send you a greeting, and I hope you have the best sailing at the Broken Mountain Fortress......"

Brandon, who took two steps forward with a flattering smile, gestured to the soldiers who were kneeling on the ground around him, and the dead silence made people almost out of breath, making His Royal Highness's smile more and more embarrassing:

"Looks like you've been on your way for a long time......"

"Brandon ......"

His Royal Highness shook his head and sighed, as if he had completely helpless himself with his brother.

"Uh... Would you like to hear me tell us about this?"

Conod stepped forward, and Brandon, who was standing in place, smiled brightly, and raised his head to look at his own brother, who was connected by blood. The two De Salions appeared in Loren's sight at the same time, one on the left and one on the right.

How to say it, if you want to describe it, it is some kind of inexplicable subtlety - the two people look almost identical, but they have been exposed to the wind and sun in the north all the year round, and Conrad, who is a few years older, is more mature than Brandon, and there are a little vicissitudes, but the gap has not yet reached the point where it can be seen at a glance.

The real difference lies in the completely different aura of the two people. This made it possible to distinguish their identities at a glance even if it was the first time they had seen them at the same time.

"I've gotten a little bit of it from Ernst, though it's not surprising at all - it's unrealistic to expect Brandon de Salion to be obedient!"

"Worthy of Conod's royal brother. Brandon smiled even brighter: "You know me!"

"I'm not praising you. ”

Connod's voice was like a steel sword sharpening, and although he was talking to Brandon, his fierce eyes never left the black-haired wizard standing there from the moment he stepped into the training ground.

"Well, that's to be expected. Brandon, who was still smiling, put his hands behind his back and said lightly.

Conod glanced at Brandon and strode towards the interrogation table in the training ground, and the middle-aged knight Ernst behind him hurriedly followed.

"The soldier who got a lot of money from my brother, bring him here, I want to see him——!"

"That kid has run," the legionary sentry, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up and spat at the ground with disdain:

"When we came, we saw him sneaking away, just leaving the fortress. ”

Conod's eyes narrowed, his gaze cold.

"Ernst. ”

"Your Highness?" the loyal middle-aged knight hurriedly stepped forward.

"That crumb... There is no need to be interrogated and hanged directly, my legion does not need garbage!"

"Cavalry has been sent to chase him, and we can capture him back tonight. Ernst's face turned cold: "The subordinates will let the other soldiers understand what the cost of violating military discipline is." ”

"Very good, you can take care of the rest, I have to solve the bunch of troubles left by the imperial brother first. Waving behind him, Conod's gaze shifted to the training ground to the side.

The blizzard in the Broken Mountain Fortress was very fast, and even in this early winter, a thin layer of snowflakes had re-accumulated on the ground in just a few minutes, staining the bones white.

When he saw the dead legionnaires, Conod's expression changed slightly, and with a hint of anger, he slowly moved to the black-haired wizard in the middle of the training ground:

"You did all this?"

"If you're referring to these legionnaires who were going to kill me at the duel trial, but I killed them......"

Loren spoke calmly, and bowed slightly to Conod without being humble or arrogant: "That's right, I did it." His Royal Highness Crown Prince Conrad de Salion!"

"You killed them, and more than one. ”

"I defeated them one-on-one in a duel trial! If it is wrong to prove my innocence and honor, and even to protect myself, then I really have nothing to say, His Royal Highness Crown Prince Connad. ”

“...... Did you know that with this sentence alone I can hang you for disrespect to the royal family?" Conod's expression became even more ugly.

"These soldiers... All of them are the most elite legions under my command, and now that you've killed them, expect to get out of here at no cost?"

"They're going to kill me too. Loren didn't mean to flinch at all, and his flat eyes looked coldly at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince:

"And you're right, I passed the duel trial - according to the Empire's military regulations, I can leave now!"

"His Royal Highness Conrad ——!"

The knight behind the crown prince had already stepped forward and drew his sword in anger: "Allow me to challenge this madman and let him know how much it will cost to violate your dignity!"

Conod ignored it, but still stared at the black-haired wizard's face: "Kneel, and then apologize for what you just said, I will no longer pursue your rudeness." ”

"Then, as you just said, I can get you out of here unscathed. ”

Staring at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's expression, Loren faintly noticed something unusual.

No, you can't kneel, it's a trap.

He was taking the opportunity to put pressure on himself, and he was also putting pressure on Brandon - if he nodded yes, he and Isaac would have to leave the Broken Mountain Fortress immediately, and naturally Brandon would be alone again.

Only when he and Brandon are together can he pose a threat to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and once they are forcibly separated, they will be left to him.

Brandon himself doesn't need to say much, as for himself, there are really not many places in this world that dare to disobey His Royal Highness the Imperial Crown Prince, especially for himself as an outsider.

Rowen of Lothair's Grove would probably be fine, but if Duke Fried was under pressure, the young earl might not last long.

Is it possible to hide incognito in Ebolden, or go to the Morning Star Forest to find the female elf Lea to avoid the limelight?

Loren definitely did not expect this "good life".

"Dear Brother Connod, can you stop bullying my wizard advisor?" A smile crossed his lips as Brandon appeared behind the black-haired wizard:

"Especially in a place like the Broken Mountain Fortress, unscrupulously putting pressure on the descendants of a Turin family, is this really good?"

Almost as soon as Brandon's words fell, the surrounding legionnaires were in an uproar, and their exclamations were endless!

In just a split second, Loren noticed that the knights and legionnaires around him looked at him differently, and the original anger, fear, and resentment disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by something very complicated......

Respect?

The officers and veterans on the stage turned pale in an instant, and stared at the black-haired wizard who was standing there confronting Conod with a look of astonishment.

The corners of Conod's eyes twitched slightly:

"Did you plan it from the beginning, Brandon?"

"I just didn't tell anyone who I was as a wizard advisor. The corners of Brandon's mouth raised a smile again:

"But even if it's planned, there's nothing surprising about it, after all, I'm not messing around once or twice. Isn't it, Brother Conrad?"

"Very good ......"

The shouts of the soldiers around him became louder and louder, and Conod's expression became more and more ugly, and he snorted coldly:

"Put this Lord Loren Turin in the dungeon of the fortress and let him sober up!"

"Huh?" Brandon looked stunned......

It wasn't quite what he had imagined. 18610