"The way of the samurai... As you said, it was first used by noble Azorean elven warriors to hone their minds and bodies - as a blade, you need to practice, and your heart is a blade, you need to sharpen. ”

In the dilapidated cell, Alexandra, who had been unshackled, sat precariously and said with a complicated expression: "Until nearly two hundred years ago, the Eagle King, in order to defend the kingdom and fight against the evil gods, gradually mastered a new power from his state of mind. ”

"That is now the 'way of the samurai', a new system in which the soul of the samurai, the long sword in the hand, reveals the shape of the heart. ”

Gritting her teeth, the elven warrior continued, "It's not all, though... The 'way of the samurai' of almost all samurai is closely related to their personality, mentality, and enlightenment of their practice, so there is so much variation between them, and even the way of the samurai between master and apprentice may not be similar at all. ”

"For example, my way of being a samurai is a 'guerrilla arrow' that is invisible and invisible, but will definitely hit the target......" Alexandra's eyes darkened, as if laughing at herself:

"Probably because I've been... You've always regarded yourself as a 'shadow' behind Master Eugen, assisting him without wanting to disturb his limelight, right?"

"Of course, there are also powerful and intuitive 'idealistic celestial phenomena' like Master Eugen - a strong desire to conquer and an absolute self-character, so that his power can even directly affect the surrounding environment. ”

"There's also the 'Heart Slash' of Miss Lori Zade, the Chief of the Imperial Court, where everything, whether physical or not, is split in two the moment it touches her, without exception. ”

"There are also 'Shadowless Sword', 'Puppet Show'...... The forms of presentation are different, but the truth is the same. ”

Lusen nodded, which was basically the same as he had thought before.

"There are two key points in the practice of the samurai's way – first, this power is demonstrated through weapons, and for the samurai, the blade in the hand is the look of the body. As she spoke, Alexandra glanced at the two sharp blades behind Lusen's back:

"So, you have to choose a sword or a long sword that will be used as an 'exclusive sword' for the way of the samurai. ”

"Exclusive saber?" the gray-eyed boy raised his eyebrows:

"Can't two swords? We Ellemans fight with two weapons. ”

Alexandra just shook her head.

"I don't force that, I'm just telling you what I know. The elven warrior snorted slightly, "At least as far as I can remember, I haven't seen a samurai wielding two weapons—so I can only tell you what I know." ”

"Skip the weapon, the next step is 'state of mind'. ”

Speaking of this, her expression finally became serious: "Although not every samurai can open their minds, this is the only way to practice the way of the samurai - only by stabilizing and shaping the state of mind can you have your own 'samurai way'." ”

"The scenery in my heart, the deepest picture in my memory, the thoughts in my soul... All of these will be fixed and become the source of your mood and strength. ”

"Powerful warriors, such as Master Eugen, can even open up the 'state of mind' and further increase the power of the 'way of the samurai', even affecting the surrounding environment and people. ”

The gray-eyed boy's eyes finally changed slightly.

He remembered the boiling flames beside Eugen, and the ice that extinguished the dragon flames, and the "heart slash" that Lori Zad almost failed to parry even the black-haired wizard, and finally blocked it by "deception".

If, if you can have that kind of power......

I think we can help Lord Loren, right?

Lusen's eyes grew hot.

He remembered himself standing outside the church on the night of Byrne's burning;

I remembered myself when I was in the Silverhelm Mountain, and I had no place to fight back in front of Seriel;

There is also the Battle of the Centaur Chakar, Lori Zade, Eugen, the army of the Azorean elves......

The stronger Lord Loren's enemies became, the more he had a sense of crisis - sooner or later, he would no longer just be left behind and responsible for staying behind, but would become a burden to Lord Loren, a superfluous person.

A sword that cannot kill the enemy has no meaning and value at all.

"And in order to shape his state of mind, the samurai must first use his own will to mold the power of the evil gods from another world—what you seem to call the power of the void. The elven warrior sighed slowly:

"It's not obvious how much power the Void can control in this process, but to a certain extent, it also determines the strength of the 'Way of the Samurai', and as far as I know, your Imperial people react to the Void very strongly, and most people can only ...... it."

Alexandra, who was wide-eyed, stopped at the end of the second half of her sentence.

The gray-eyed boy with his eyes closed tightly felt the evil god mark burning on the back of his neck—the overflowing power of the void instantly covered his entire body.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had changed from a serene silver-gray to a very ominous gray-blue.

"Let's get started. ”

Taking a deep breath, Lusen, who raised his head, looked at Alexandra with extremely determined eyes.

The frightened elf female warrior was slightly stunned, and nodded with some fear.

........................

“...... In short, that's how it is. ”

While Lusen tried his best to understand and master the "Way of the Samurai", Loren, who had basically recovered his body, also learned the latest battle report from the mouth of Brandon, who looked helpless.

"Iolit was killed, Lorenz Corona was killed, and in order to defend Ebolden, almost a third of the Wizard's Tower was built... However, because of the infighting of the imperial aristocracy and the party and government, my beloved Emperor Connaught did not have enough strength to fight for this hard-won victory. ”

As a result, it took nearly two months for the famously efficient empire to assemble 50,000 troops, barely able to set up a blockade on the outskirts of the Duchy of Eberden, who had arrived to meet in advance. ”

Brandon, with a relaxed and happy face, had a bit of gnashing anger in his tone: "They would rather let their emperor lose a glorious victory, and they would rather let the enemy have a winter rest and recuperate, or watch Ebolden and the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower finish." ”

"The Church hates wizards, the Imperial nobles hate you and me, and they hate it even more when His Majesty the Emperor and the Dukes make agreements than through the Cabinet and Parliament - so, the result is a happy one!"

"I don't know how you're feeling when you hear this, Your Excellency the Wizard Advisor, but I'm almost bursting out laughing!"

Looking at His Royal Highness the Prince, who was scolding and scolding and had no image to speak of, the black-haired wizard remained quiet as always, and when he finished speaking, he gradually sorted out the whole thing in his mind.

So it took a full five minutes before he spoke softly: "So, you are going to take this opportunity to clean up the already chaotic Prince of East Saclam and turn her into your own territory completely?"

"It's probably the only chance left. Brandon put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling: "Only this time, I can have a legitimate reason to take out those guys I hate and hate me." ”

"What's more, this opportunity was tacitly approved by the beloved imperial brother - to put it simply, he wanted to borrow my hand to kill some of the great things he thought he had done, and began to run rampant with the nobles who thought he had a backer, and beat the fools in the imperial capital. ”

Speaking of this, His Royal Highness the Prince's tone also became a lot more relaxed: "Since they want to play tricks within the rules, let's have a good time with them." ”

"The troublemakers are basically the rich people of East Sakland, and I am the prince of East Sakland, and if you want to kill them, you just need to have a suitable reason and excuse - now they themselves take the initiative to send excuses to the door, do you say coincidentally?"

The cheerful tone is like a thousand miles of sunshine.

Shrugging his shoulders, Loren already had a rough idea of his plan.

Conod needed to beat up some of the "proud" nobles, and Brandon planned to take the opportunity to take control of East Sackland, purge a large number of old nobles and replace them with the Ebolden "upstarts" who returned with him, plus a group of high-ranking officers in his legion who had defected to him, and establish his own ruling power.

He now has the support of himself and Boi, but he is the emperor of Saklan after all, and needs the support of Saklan's "own people" to secure the throne in the future.

West Sackland was out of play, and the imperial nobility and church in the imperial capital did not have the slightest affection for him, so Brandon could only target East Sacland in the "countryside"—like every crown prince, to establish his prestige among the peasants and soldiers.

Thinking of this, the black-haired wizard couldn't help but chuckle.

No matter how much he jumps out of character, Brandon, who is ready to attack the throne, will eventually come to the old road of "the party is the same and the party is different" that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, just want to know what you need me to do?" Loren deliberately avoided the topic: "I came here to tell me this, there must be something I need to help with." ”

"It's like Ebolden, Broken Mountains, the Imperial Capital, and Byrne and Boe... It's pretty much the same every time. ”

"Alas, have there been so many times... I can't remember exactly?" Brandon, who had an inexplicable smile on his face, didn't show the slightest embarrassment:

"Anyway, you're right, I need your help very much right now - the first thing is simple, I can give you the wizards of the tower who have been evacuated from Ebolden, but you have to exchange them. ”

The black-haired wizard rolled his eyes, apparently Brandon had already taken this batch of civilians he had managed to keep as his own: "For example?"

"Luxuries, drinks and money... The main thing is money, I'm short of money right now. Brandon said unabashedly: "This 'counterinsurgency' will kill many nobles, but I don't want to go on a killing spree, because it will greatly deplete the war potential of East Sackland, which is not good for me." ”

"So when the time comes, I'll have a barrel of wine and a golden round cake to reward the legionnaires who fought for me—you're the only one with that much money among my limited supporters. ”

Limited supporters... Well, basically except for me, I'm the archduke of Poi's scimitar, and she really can't afford it.

Loren rolled his eyes again: "What else?"

"The second, well... You can think of it as compensation for your first request. Brandon smiled very abruptly, with a faintly flattering and embarrassed expression, and Loren's back was cold.

"I'm going to take you to Jufeng Mountain for a walk. Brandon whispered, deliberately lowering his voice.

Oh, Jufeng Mountain.

Well?

Jufeng Mountain?!

"Don't be so excited!" Brandon, who saw the black-haired wizard get up, threw himself directly on the bed and pressed Loren down, his bright red eyes full of flattery:

"Listen to me, it's a great view! and... And there's a great open-air hot spring!" Between the words, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was almost thrown out of bed by Loren, gritted his teeth and lay on the bed:

"From the mountainside position, it is cloudy and misty all year round, and there are superb views everywhere, which is beautiful, and you will definitely not regret going with me!"

"yes, I don't have time to regret it, do I?!"

Loren, who immediately understood what Brandon wanted to do, gritted his teeth and roared: "Because as soon as I get there, I will be killed as the culprit who caused the death of Iolet!"

"How so? I believe that with your eloquence Loren, you will definitely be able to convince those dragons not to hurt you!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you just want to pull a black pot to die for you!"

"You should say that it is my absolute trust in your abilities!"

"But I'm not confident in myself, so please ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to run by himself, I have to go home!"

"Go home, you can't bear to watch the dragon burn me to charcoal and swallow it in one gulp?!"

"You're finally telling the truth!"

......

Half an hour later, the room finally fell silent, and only the heavy breathing of the two could be heard.

"Actually... I don't mean to let you go to Jufeng Mountain. ”

After a few minutes of silence, Brandon slowly spoke, "Three years ago, Milasis told me to let you go... You've been to the Dragon King's City, and you have the last information about the Dragonlord's Tower. ”

"Otherwise... You are an outsider, not even De Salion, it is impossible for you to get close to Jufeng Mountain. ”

Other words... Not on a whim?

The black-haired wizard's expression finally became solemn.

"I don't know what you found there, but I'm afraid it must have been some very important information, otherwise my dear Mirasis wouldn't have urged me over and over again. His Royal Highness shrugged his shoulders and looked at Loren with a meaningful look:

"Dragons, I would love to get your information... If I'm right, this should be a big bargaining chip, and we can make a deal with them and convince them to join the elven war. ”

"So the reason why I want to take you is very simple, because you are the only one who knows this information, and they can't get anything from me, whether they say it or not, whether it's a lie or not, it's up to you. ”

"So how to tell them when the time comes, whether it's a truth or a bluff, depends on my dear wizarding advisor. ”

"You...... Are you going to blackmail them?"

"Don't say it's coercion, you should keep the agreement. ”

Brandon hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled very happily: "After all, they are also part of the empire!"

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