Act 102: Tonigel and the Young Lord (Part 2)

"What do you think?" Brando asked aloud.

The young man asked about Fern and Clensia, who were also standing in the mist not far away, rubbing their hands together and talking in a whisper, and after Juta left, the two Grand Masters, who had known each other before, walked closer than before.

But it has to be said that Fern and Clenthia didn't really like each other until they met the young lord. Therefore, the distance between people is actually a very delicate matter.

Hearing the young lord's question, the scene was silent for a moment.

But it was the merchant lady who spoke first, and Roman had changed into a thick winter coat at this time, and put deerskin gloves on his little hands, but even so, his little face was still red from the cold—and the tip of his nose was slightly red:

"Roman thinks it's good, what do you think, Brando?" The girl let out a sigh of white air and said thoughtlessly. She also looked back at Brando, her eyes wide as if to see if the young man agreed with her.

The small mercenary leaders below immediately echoed the words.

"Exactly," said Clensia, "unexpectedly good, albeit late, but with all due respect—I'm also involved in the mid-term, and to be honest, none of us are familiar with it." Miss Antitina has done a very good job, I dare not say it is perfect, but at least it is surprising-"

I have to say that everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, and even the aristocratic daughter can't help but glance at this silver-haired beautiful uncle. Although she didn't despise the other party's compliments on the surface, she couldn't help but agree in her heart - Antitina thought that she had indeed had enough disasters in the past month, and almost every small decision might encounter an accident that she hadn't considered beforehand.

However, it is precisely in dealing with these emergencies that she will become more and more handy.

"It's true, it's surprising." Fern's words were not many, but concise and to the point.

But the nobleman's daughter still quietly went to see her lord, and in her mind the opinion of the young man was enough to outweigh the opinion of the person present, and for the first time she felt a pounding feeling in her heart, for fear of seeing a little dissatisfaction on Brando's face.

But she happened to see Brando looking at herself without hiding the appreciation in her eyes, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and for some reason felt that her nose suddenly soured. It was as if all the hard work of the past few months had paid off at this moment.

She sniffed and turned her head away, lest she weep in front of so many people and make people look at her. At least the aristocratic daughter remembered at this moment that she was Brando's first staff member - the deputy and the de facto presiding officer of the affairs of the realm, and she thought that she could not disgrace Brando.

But when she turned her head to the side, she saw Médisa handing over a silk scarf. The silver elf girl's movements were subtle—almost unnoticeable—and the aristocratic daughter was slightly startled, she looked at each other with some gratitude, and then took the silk scarf.

Brando, of course, noticed the small movements of his staff, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head:

"Before coming here," he said, "I mean that night." ”

His words silenced the scene, and almost everyone remembered that exhilarating night, as if it had been a long time before they realized what they had done.

At the instigation of a young man, they killed a legitimate lord of Eruin.

This kind of thing has never been thought of or dared to be thought of in the past, but what they can't believe is that they really did it. It doesn't matter if you are provoked, agitated, or threatened.

In short, there is no turning back.

Since then, it seems like a blink of an eye, and a month has passed. But they didn't collapse as they feared, and now the completion of the wall seems to symbolize something.

Perhaps under the leadership of this young man, they are indeed different from ordinary mobs.

As for the final result, since the young lord was so confident, what did they have to doubt?

"You know, I didn't really think much about what I was going to do," Brando continued, "maybe I was a nobleman in your eyes, and I was high, but I didn't think so—"

He said sincerely, of course, how many people believe this sentence 'big truth' is another matter.

"I'm here to go further south to inherit a territory of my own, from my ancestors," said Brando, half-truthfully, "I'm not going to kill anyone, or take possession of his territory—"

"But in my education, there is a voice that at least tells me that the meaning of the aristocracy is to lead the people out of trouble, because they are better and more educated, and because they have this responsibility, and the rights and responsibilities are equal—"

"I'm sure you're familiar with it."

Brando said.

He nodded, "Exactly, this is what the former king Eck said-" He stretched out his hand and nodded at everyone: "Nobles, it is duty; Strength is responsibility; Power is responsibility"

"Until then," Brando continued, and there was silence all around. Everyone looked at him, not understanding why the young lord would say such a thing at this time.

Antitina also looked at him, with a strange sparkle in her eyes.

That search for the spirit of the king, for the lost glory of Eruin, was what attracted the young lord to her the most.

It seems to have a fatal attraction that can shine in the eyes of a girl.

It's snowing.

The snowflakes were faint at first, almost imperceptible, like cold rain falling on people's faces. But in the end, it turned into a fluffy snowflake, which was not big, and Tonygel did not have a lot of snow throughout the year.

Everyone looked up.

"Before that," Brando also looked at the light gray sky, and the dark clouds were gloomy and symbolizing the coming war, "I have no lordship, and I have no experience in governing a land. ”

"It's the same with Antitina."

"The same goes for you."

"I said," he spread his hands and let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders, "we're no different. Each of us is here to learn, to learn how to face this qiē—"

"This qiē." "All that is alien to us, and what we all have, and our enemies," Brando said. ”

"Maybe we won't, we're new, toddlers, struggling," the young man waved his hand, "but that's not a problem." ”

"The problem is—"

His voice was a little higher, and his gaze swept over everyone's face: "Do you have the courage to stay and face the coming day—to realize that what we are doing may seem insignificant—"

"But it's the glory of the last era, see, that's the wings of Eruin."

"The words of the former king Ek have long confirmed this qiē - ignore the darkness and make your deeds worthy of your heart - hold such a dream"

"Whether it's honor or commitment, whether it's a man's duty or a lord's duty to all his subjects," Brando replied, "it's like I'm standing here." ”

"That's how I answer your questions."

"How long are we going to escape—"

He held out his finger again, and tapped at everyone he knew - Clensia, Fern, Charr, and even the many mercenary captains:

"I ask you," Brando said in a loud voice, his white breath melting into a faint white mist in the snow, making his face appear both sacred and mysterious.

"If one day, you also become the nobles of Eruin's newborn generation, then do you remember this day, and I am here to tell you a qiē—"

"Do you want to remember, nobles, that is the word duty?"

The young man's words were sonorous and powerful, and it pierced the bitter cold of early winter, almost with a loud voice.

But it was a dead silence.

Fern could scarcely believe what he was hearing, and he did not dare or want to think much about the meaning of the young man's words.

The former Karasu cavalry captain looked back at his companion almost stiffly. But Clenthia was also unaware of the surrounding qiē, and it should be said that this middle-aged man's heart was pounding.

Of course he knew what Brando meant by that.

The young man was tantamount to saying that he was openly accusing them.

From today onwards, you will be my people.

It's my retainers.

Gather under my banner.

Share the humiliation and share the joys and sorrows.

You are my knights.

Hold the sword in my hand,

Expand the territory for me.

At that moment, for the first time, Clensia, a middle-aged man who had been working in the mercenary industry for decades, felt as if a force was welling up in his heart—a force called blood boiling.

He felt that the opportunity he had been waiting for for so many years seemed to be close at hand.

It's not just him.

All the mercenaries present were the same.

Maybe only Medisa and Akane didn't have any feelings, but it was enough for them to follow the young lord.

And Roman doesn't have to think too much about it, not by his aunt's side - Brando is the whole world she can rely on.

Charles smiled silently, as if he knew what was going on in Brando's heart.

Only Antitina took a soft breath, and she was the only one in the room who could hear the underlying meaning of Brando's words.

This young man is going to change the rules of the whole of Eruin.

He wants to inject new blood into this old aristocratic system.

Antitina didn't know if she had misheard, she couldn't understand why such majestic ideals and beliefs could be surging in the heart of a young nobleman with little foundation—perhaps they had already turned into a powerful force that could shake people's hearts.

Knowing that this noble daughter understands.

It was only the first time she saw the outline of this plan, and she was already deeply immersed in this dream. She opened her mouth slightly and took a soft breath, but for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Antitina stood there.

(ps. I think the students who can watch it will support it.12000's urging to change is really a waste of money.)