Act 89: The Gathering of the Storm (3) (Part 1)

"On the 17th of the month of autumn twilight, written in Tonigel, in the fir barony - Zqiglifin? Korkova? His Highness Odysphes. Where are the novels updated the fastest? In the battle the night before biquge.info the undead army of Mada, from the side of the 'Black Lord' Instalon, bypassed the Four Southern Collars and launched a sneak attack on Fort Fir - not only did they suffer heavy casualties, but Baron Grudin's death in the battle. As a result of the baron's hospitality, the pioneer knight of the kingdom, and the lord of the Valhalla region, he thought it was his duty to temporarily take on the defense of the locality. After a night of fighting, the undead have now been repulsed, but in order to prevent the undead from invading again, from today onwards, I will temporarily take charge of the defense and administration of this place until the arrival of a new lord appointed by Her Royal Highness the Princess—"

Macaro took the letter, and only halfway through it did he become a little strange. However, he was well-informed, and continued with a cough:

"And here he asks the Count of Denel about his responsibility, why he did not hide the news of the undead army of the Instaron side of the South Frontier, and the dereliction of duty of allowing the army of Mardala to cross the four realms without a trace. Secondly, I hope to get the understanding of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and finally enclose a magic stone that records the battlefield image to prove that it is conclusive. ”

He looked up.

"The magic stone is here," Her Royal Highness replied without changing her color, "Please continue to read Makaroqing." ”

"No, Your Highness Princess."

"No, there's one more." The princess's thick eyelashes drooped slightly.

Macaro picked up the letter, and sure enough, he saw a line of small print underneath. Seeing that small line, he suddenly felt his eyelids jump, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "-Brando." ”

There was silence on the scene.

Macaro put the letter back in its place with a strange look on his face, then looked at the others and joked, "I know that Baron Grudin's dedication is not enough, but this little fellow is a little too bold......"

He thought about it for a moment, but couldn't find a word to describe this boldness: "It's just ......"

"Ridiculous," Master Lewoods said coldly, "this is a challenge to the kingdom, and he is breaking the rules of the game between the nobles. ”

Princess Griffiin frowned when she heard the word rules of the game, and this subtle change in expression did not escape the eyes of the observant Count Violet.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"I believe Mr. Brando," said the first to speak, to everyone's surprise, and it was Eco, the young man, who stood up and said, though a little cramped, "the one I know is a true knight. ”

"People can be disguised, lad." Master Leo Woods said.

Indeed, Macaro and Count Violet nodded slightly, as nobles who had experienced a long period of struggle, they knew much more about human hearts and human nature than ordinary people.

And the half-elf girl's expression was a little flat, she didn't say a word, and there was neither approval nor opposition in her expression. She only flicked her eyelashes slightly, and her pale silver eyes looked at the young man who spoke for the first time.

"Master Lewoods," Eco saluted the old man respectfully, but did not flinch in the slightest, "between life and death, man does not lie, and what I see is action, not just words. ”

The childishness on the young man's face faded, and he looked around at everyone present - except Princess Griffiin - and said, "Otherwise, I don't think that Mr. Brando could have rebuked us so righteously, and even the legendary artifact agreed with his words—"

"Huh?"

The half-elf girl was slightly stunned, she had heard Macaro and the others mention the artifact induction before. But what does this young man named Eco mean when he says that Brando reprimanded them harshly and caused an artifact to induce it?

She looked at the others curiously, not unlike the curiosity of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl about the outside world, but with a little more restraint in the princess's demeanor.

Lewoods didn't expect Eco to pull this matter out, they had planned to hide this little process, after all, it was not a glorious thing; But when he saw Her Highness the Princess's rare look like that of a little girl, he knew that he could not hide it, and if Her Highness wanted to know something, she would know it, and in her ingenuity.

The master coughed and nodded to Macarlo.

Macaro was even more helpless, because he was the one who was reprimanded the most in the first place. But in desperation, the cunning fox could only repeat the whole thing.

After speaking, he also added: "Your Royal Highness Princess, we are not deliberately trying to hide such a trivial matter. ”

Princess Griffiin nodded and said tolerantly, "It's not surprising that there are different positions and different opinions, which can lead to conflicts. But speaking of which, Mr. Lewwoods, this is what you taught me—"

Lewoods hurriedly bowed his head in fear, knowing that this was the student's faint complaint that he was trying to hide the past, which made the old man both frightened and relieved; The panic naturally comes from the suspicion of the superior, but the relief is that Her Royal Highness the princess implied a complaining attitude, not blame, which can be regarded as a kind of intimacy.

Macaro and Count Baal glanced at each other, and they were relieved that Her Royal Highness the Princess had already indicated that she would not pursue it. Although the Earl of Violet is nominally the deployment of the Grand Duke of Lune, since his lord has chosen to take sides, he must serve this nascent alliance of interests wholeheartedly.

But the half-elf girl asked again, "But when you say that the young man named Brando reprimanded you, he had a connection with the artifact, and I wonder what he said that would cause such a big movement." ”

He asked us if we remembered the beliefs of the previous kings. Macaro replied in a low voice, in fact that Brando's questioning had shaken him greatly, and every word the young man asked was to the point.

At least for the Wang Party, this is a question of their ideals and pursuits, which sounds intolerable, but the other party is reasonable, so that they cannot refute it.

"Oh?"

Griffiin was really intrigued, and she suddenly remembered the story that Overwell had told her. The story of a knight leading a group of refugees charging against the heavy army of Madara seems to shine in the antiquity, when the blood in the bodies of the Eruin nobles had not yet turned cold.

But what makes people's hearts flutter is that this story really happened in the same era as her.

So she remembered the knight in the story forever.

But today, Makaro's words made her can't help but recall that scene again: "Can you talk about it? Her Royal Highness asked subconsciously.

Macaro was a little embarrassed.

For the first time, the Count Violet beside him took the initiative to stand up, and he replied, "I'll repeat it." ”

"Thank you." The half-elf girl nodded slightly.

The count's face became a little stern: "I remember, in the most glorious years of Eruin. The knights of Eruin carry trumpets and fluttering swallowtail flags, and when the trumpets blow, the kingdom blade moves forward. ”

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Makaro sighed and took the words of the Count of Baal: "I remember that the battlefield was a sea of flags, embroidered with the coat of arms of the golden Korkova, the coat of arms of Goran-Elson, and the coat of arms of Anlek. I remember the nobles of that era, and they kept their oaths—"

"Remember that oath?"

"Of course I do."

Her Royal Highness closed her eyes slightly, clasped her hands together, interlaced her fingers, clenched them, and placed them on the tip of her nose as if in prayer. The answer in her heart should be clear to everyone else, and she silently recited: "I make a sage vow under this sword"

"I swear to lead my people—to turn them away from strife and slaughter, from the arrogance and greed of the nobles of the empire; I swear that in order not to repeat the cold-blooded mistakes of history, I will make the nobles of this new kingdom obey the spirit of chivalry, just and strict, righteous and heroic, merciful and generous, and I will keep it with all my life."

When the last syllable fell, the weak and strong half-elf princess was in a trance.

The young man's words were so clear that they seemed to strike at the weakness of her heart—Griffiin had always thought she was strong enough, but when someone could understand her lifelong dream.

The strong, half-elf girl was still stunned.

It's like she doesn't know that there is another self in another world, and she is practicing this qiē with the same determination and hard work.

In that world, Eruin was like a stormy boat in the dark sea, but she guided the ship through the stormy seas with great faith.

The dream that runs through the main line of Eruin in the Amber Sword-

It's like a light in the dark, attracting all the moths that put out the fire.

Whether it is the Valkyrie or the players of Eruin, countless people have made dreams overlap one after another, just to realize such a dream of the princess regent.

In that dream, King Eck swore under his sword that he would lead his knights through the darkness and bring warmth and peace to all.

That dream was shattered.

But now the dream had just been born, and Princess Griffiin opened her eyes, and the days of hesitation seemed to be swept away. Although the clouds were gathering in the northern sky, and the first snow seemed to be on the verge of moving, she felt like she had found her way.

"He's right." The half-elf girl's expression was a little stern: "But dreams can only be called realized if they break through reality, and difficulties will not be reduced by half a point because we become firm, the question is how we should deal with it." ”

"What do you think?" She asked, looking up.

"Tell me what you think about this—"

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(ps. There are always countless prophetic emperors, you have worked hard, I will satisfy you.)