The carriage was as quiet as it had been, and Antitina sat across from him, and in the midst of the bump Brando asked, "Antitina, what do you think about this?" Antitina didn't speak at first, the shock of the incident was too great for her, and it seemed that it would take her a moment to recover from the unreal dizziness, and replied with as calm a mind as possible: "I think it's a bit rushed, my lord, at least wait until after the battle with Jean Denel before agreeing to this matter." Seriously, the current situation will be more beneficial than disadvantageous for Eruin in the future, but it seems a little inappropriate to do it in your current capacity, my lord. Although Her Royal Highness the princess may not be suspicious, her words are terrifying, and in the eyes of those who have a heart, it is a sign that you will be domineering in the future. This is not the case, my lord, you must pay attention to your relationship with Her Royal Highness the Princess. The staff lady lowered her long eyelashes, and when she answered, she moved and moved, and her voice was small, and she seemed soft and rational.

Her answer surprised Brando a little, Antitina was so old-fashioned and lovely in his heart, he originally thought that once this noble lady reacted, she would teach him with a straight face that today's situation was not easy, and not to put her territory in danger for the sake of her own willfulness, because with Antitina's temperament, she can definitely do it. As long as it is for his sake, then she will definitely show 120,000 points of seriousness. But she didn't, the pattern and wisdom in the heart of her staff lady far exceeded his expectations, she had even already seen the layout and true meaning of his arrangement, her remarks were really something he had never thought of before, she only thought about the layout, and almost forgot the most important human heart.

Brando looked at his staff lady, and his heart was full of curiosity, as if he saw a noble lady who was still following him as a country lord a moment ago, and even had to deal with the people of the territory for the spring ploughing and autumn planting festival of the territory, but suddenly became a figure similar to Overwell and Macaro who could really give advice to the superiors. Could it be that this aristocratic daughter will actually be upgraded, he looked at the other party, and his heart was full of a surprise of picking up a treasure.

"What's wrong, my lord?" Antitina was a little uneasy by her lord's hot eyes, but she wasn't Akane or Freya, and she would only blush and look away. She still remembered her duty as a staff member, and although her heart was pounding, she still forced her composure and asked seriously.

"Call me Brando."

Antitina opened her mouth, and her face turned red.

"Is there any remedy?" Brando asked again, and he suddenly found it very interesting to disturb the mind of his young staffmate, and then to watch her force her composure to think about things. Of course, the latter didn't notice the evil taste of her lord, she took a light breath, nodded and said, "At least inform Her Royal Highness the princess and tell her the ins and outs." After all, this matter was entrusted to you by Lord Veronica, Bu ...... Your choice is understandable, ...... my lord, she ...... She should understand your painstaking ......"

Brando nodded, and he turned back to look quietly out the window of the carriage as it passed a tree-lined avenue outside Port Gries, the canopy of trees cutting through the branches of sunlight into swift golden fragments of light and shadows. He pondered for a moment, then withdrew his gaze. Glancing at Star, who was sitting next to him and rubbing his skin, the guy had just finished the pastry Antitina had prepared for him. A mouthful full of cake crumbs, checking the drawer under the table for any leaked fish. "Don't look for it, no, Star, let me ask you a question, have you ever heard of the name Silver Queen or Constance." Brando asked. The little fat dragon closed the drawer with some frustration and asked, "Who is that?" ”

This reaction was expected by Brando, so he asked, "So have you ever heard of any treasures among the dragons that can rejuvenate people?" ”

"Rejuvenation," Starr wiped his mouth with his sleeve, rubbing all the dregs from his mouth onto his valuable vest shirt, "there are a lot of them." The Fountain of Youth is priceless to you mortals, but we have several mouthfuls there, and by the way, Aloz has one. Brando noticed that Miss Staff's eyes lit up slightly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, knowing that Antitina must have been thinking about the baby of the little she-dragon, and girls really still can't avoid this kind of gimmick that can keep their youth forever, even if it is such an old-fashioned person as a noble lady. But he shook his head: "I'm not talking about such rejuvenation, but really, rejuvenation, not only the face, but also the inside of the body is rejuvenated, bringing people back to the treasures of the heyday of their youth." ”

Star's action of wiping his mouth froze there, and he subconsciously replied, "How can such a thing be stored zài?" If there really is such a thing, our dragon race will be an immortal race! ”

"Immortality is not enough, even if it only takes effect once, is there such a thing?"

"Not then," Starr shook her head like a rattle, "it's a violation of Martha's most basic law." He glanced at Brando again, and said with some incredulity: "Lord Lord, I see that you are still young, you should cherish the present, there is no need to pursue these ethereal things." I've heard that the kings of your human race who seek eternal immortality are ignorant and incompetent tyrants, but if you really want to, I can actually recommend you to go to Madara and ask for the bone racks. ”

"Get out." Brando kicked him over. Then he turned back and said to Antitina, "Write a letter." ”

"To Her Royal Highness the Princess—"

……

Summer goes to autumn, and this phrase is just right for Viero at the moment, and it has only been a week since Freya arrived in Valendenburg, and the emerald green and deep ink of the mountains outside the castle are dyed with a hint of yellow. Griffiin stood in the cloister, her silver eyes reflecting the rolling hills of the southern foothills of the Gunn Mountains, the autumn wind had risen, and the maid behind her had already put on her shawl, the thick and warm fur shawl showed off the elf-like slenderness of Her Royal Highness, but she stood straight, like her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, and the mountain wind named Sharmin swept the silver hair on her forehead, and Her Highness unfolded the letterhead in her hand, and the letterhead rattled in the wind, and her fingertips were a little pale. There seemed to be a cloud of anger in her heart, and she read the words on the letterhead word by word, and couldn't help but crumple the letter paper into a ball.

The princess's movements frightened the maids behind her, and one of them cautiously asked, "Your Royal Highness?" ”

"Nothing, let that hateful fellow of Denel." Griffiin felt like he had a piece of paper with Brando's name written on it. She poked and poked it with a knife, this damn fellow, the damn thing is that she didn't dare say it yet. If there was news from outside that she was at odds with the Count of Tonigel, she couldn't imagine what a catastrophe it would be for the newly settled South.

Her grandfather was limited in what he could help her, and the Grand Duke of Viero was, after all, first and foremost a duke, a nobleman of the kingdom.

"Would you like to invite Lord Overwell or Lord Earl to come along?" The maid asked cautiously, she thought it was a military intelligence from the south, but she didn't dare to guess any more, she was just a little maid.

Griffiin knew that his maid was referring to Earl Odin. She shook her head a little distraught: "No need, it's not a big deal." Then she glanced at the paper ball in her hand again, and was eager to throw it on the ground and step on it again, but after a moment's hesitation, she peeled it back again and flattened it. The letter had become crumpled and unsmooth, like the once flawless knightly image she had in her mind. I can't go back to the dreamy longing of a girl at the beginning. The half-elf girl suddenly felt a sour feeling in her heart for no reason, why is it all like this. Whether it's Macarlo, Teacher Lewoods, Anlek, or this hateful guy right now, is there no one who can make her feel at ease and trust?

But how dare she reveal this kind of thing to outsiders, and every word on Brando's letter is like a thousand words. Pressing heavily on her chest, arbitrarily involved in the matter of the heir to the empire, and then cutting it first and then playing, it is simply audacious. She bit and bit her lower lip until it turned white. Even the fact that Brando slashed first and then played was not so hateful in her opinion, but did that guy know what a terrible thing it would be if he angered the Empire because of this, this is the dragon's scales, and if you touch it, you will die.

This kind of thing, how dare she let Overwell and Outin discuss it, although the wolf sir is her teacher and core ally, in her heart, he is not a person who can be completely trusted. Fortunately, Overwell is also very clear about this bottom line, and everything she says is on point, she is ice and snow smart, and most of them don't need to be reminded further. Count Outin was slightly inferior to his teacher in terms of political sensitivity, but he was better than his loyalty to the kingdom, which also reassured her. But none of them were the most suitable candidates for the ministers in her mind.

Somehow, there was always an abominable shadow in her heart, so she simply put away the letter with a bang, and walked in the direction of her study.

"Your Highness the Princess?" A few handmaidens were a little inexplicable.

"I'm going to write a reply."

Just five days later, Her Royal Highness received a second letter from Tonigel. This letter differs from the formulaic recital of the first letter in that it explains in detail the ins and outs of offering asylum to Prince Lenaret, as well as some of Brando's own considerations, as well as the possible troubles and benefits of doing so. Griffiin sat at his desk, stroking his fingertips over Brando's words of plea on the letter, and sat for a moment. "As if he was wrongly blaming him," she thought to herself, "but he promised Veronica that he would not benefit himself in the slightest bit of his own territory, and that he was only defiling himself for the sake of clearing himself?" ”

But this time, after carefully checking whether the magic seal on the letterhead was complete, the half-elf girl gently folded the letter and carefully received it in the box she had made of Mithril; The box was the only one she and Haruzer had the key, and it was a birthday present from Obergu VII, and she would take it with her wherever she went. After that, she wrote another reply.

The first half of the reply was filled with the relief and encouragement of a princess regent to her subordinates, and said that she did not care about this matter, and hoped that Brando would not have any trouble. But at the end of the letter, Her Royal Highness wrote in Juan Xiu's words: "My Lord, although it may be rude to speak so presumptuously, I would like to ask you, Your Excellency, what you think of the future of this kingdom, and the future relationship between me, Haruzer, and this kingdom and you, my lord, I hope that this question will be answered by a kind and righteous knight whom I have met." ”

When Brando got this letter, he couldn't help but be a little amused, this princess seemed to have nothing to do with him, and actually played the warmth card. But he had no ambitions. When he got this letter, he only had the indomitable belief in his heart, and he immediately replied to the princess with a letter, in which not a word was written, only a blank page, and then he put the brooch that Her Royal Highness had given him on the white paper.

A week later. He received a reply.

There was only one sentence on the reply.

"Mr. Brando, please let it go, Eruin's future is in your hands, along with Haruze."

……

The woods rustled.

Princess Magdal lay quietly on the large bed, which seemed to grow out of the tree wall, her blonde hair scattered over the snow-white sheets, her eyelids closed quietly, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale. But everyone in the room could already feel that Her Royal Highness had regained her breathing, her chest heaving slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering occasionally. It's like you're going to wake up at any moment.

Brando breathed a sigh of relief, and he glanced at the others, motioning for Charles, Hipamela, Star, and the twin 'sisters' to go out first. Then he turned back and thanked the cold-faced girl standing behind him, "Thank you, Miss Flofa. ”

Starr hid the Dragon's Heart in another of her own lair in the Frost Forest, but it was completely blown up in the explosion, and the one placed on Magdal's body was brought by the Aloztors from the Dragons, and the little she-dragon was very aggressive. But he kept his word. It's just that she was supposed to implant Magdal's dragon heart herself, but now she can't go out because of the confinement. In the end, it was the cold-faced dragon girl she commissioned to fulfill the promise in her place—the one who came, Brando, happened to have met in the Sage's Will, the girl that Aloz called Flofa.

He was worried about whether there would be a problem, but he didn't expect the latter to be more reliable than the former, I don't know how many times, not only the whole implantation process was clean and neat, but at least so far it seems that there is no problem at all.

Therefore, his thanks are also sincere, since the battle of Ampesel. He regarded Princess Magdal as a friend, and if it weren't for them, Her Royal Highness would not have ended up where she is now, and whenever he thought of that night, Her Royal Highness braved the rain to find out the news, but was found and executed. And he was very uncomfortable. The nun must have been very frightened and desperate at the time, but for the sake of her friendship with Princess Griffiin, she still went without hesitation, and the friendship between Magdal and Griffiin in this era of Eruin can be said to be the most shining human nature in the darkness.

It's a pity that she is such a gentle and kind girl, but she didn't die well in history.

Flofa was still dressed like she had last seen him, and she glanced at Princess Magdal on the bed, then turned her head and looked at Brando, not speaking, but extending her hand to him, spreading her palm.

What does that mean? Brando was slightly stunned.

"Earrings." Flofa's sound was like water dripping onto ice.

The little affection that Brando had just built up for Aloz vanished in an instant, and he couldn't help but curse the little she-dragon over and over again in his heart, as if she had been trying to set a series of traps for him since she met her, and now, the biggest time bomb had come to him, tick-tock, ready to detonate, and he had completely forgotten about it before. But that's not the heart of the matter, Flofa's earrings had been damaged in the last Ampesel battle, and now he was asked how to get them.

He mustered up the courage to glance at the cold-faced dragon girl, and remembered what Aloz and Shiduo said about the symbolism of the dragon earrings, and couldn't help but blush a little, but fortunately, after he had experienced so many things, his face was finally practiced, and he could even learn from the cheekiness of other nobles, and after hesitation, he replied: "That, Miss Flofa, I really lost your earrings a little carelessly." ”

The dragon girl looked at him coldly.

Brando felt as if he had a sharp sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment. "That...... I think," he said, "Actually, I think that personal marriage should not be related to an object, although customs are also very important, but ...... You see, you are a dragon, I am a human being, and we have different customs to follow. You should understand what I mean, Miss Flofa, I mean, I didn't know about it until then. "Actually, seriously speaking, Brando is not unable to fight with a young dragon like Aloz or even Flofa, but he feels that he is the first to lose, if he fights again, then as a lord, his face is estimated to be lost, and he has such an idea of declining before fighting, and his momentum is naturally shorter than the dragon girl in front of him.

Flofa listened for a moment with a cold face, and then said lightly:

"You mean you don't want to marry me?"

"Holy!" Brando looked at the other in amazement, not understanding how she could hear such a meaning from her own words. He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to squeeze out such a sentence: "This...... I'm afraid that's not the case. ”

The dragon girl glanced at him, her gaze became colder than ever, making Brando feel as if she was already a dead person in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Mr. Earl, I hate those who play with the hearts of girls the most, you can do it yourself." With that, she turned around, opened the door, walked out, and slammed the door shut, leaving Brando, who looked inexplicable, standing there.

Brando was going crazy, "Aloz, what the hell did you bastard do!" He roared in his heart.

…… (To be continued......)