After completely falling to the Nine Phoenix Imperial Family, Lord Rosalin had no reservations, and he immediately ordered his men to go back to the castle to get the distribution map of the entire Rosalin when it was established. And for the sake of insurance, he ordered Kersaf, the captain of the knights whom Brando had met earlier on the banks of the Chusanze River, who was one of the last knights to be present, and who was now glad to have escaped the disaster, and behaved cautiously and respectfully with Brando and the Phoenix Fire without the same arrogance as before, and led his knights with him, so as not to be obstructed by the ghost car.

But he probably also understands that the probability of the ghost car going out of his way to intercept such a distribution map is almost equal to zero, and he is just doing this to show a low profile of active cooperation.

It has to be said that his attitude is still quite satisfactory to Brando, this Lord of Rosalin seems to be incompetent, but at least he is wise enough, and that is enough.

The more times like these, the more he prefers the sensible.

Kersaf and his men soon left, leaving only the others here to blow the cold wind with Brando, Instarong and the others, and as soon as September passed, even the sea breeze in Rosalin Harbor was a little dry, and the cold wind blowing from the sea made people's faces ache, but without Brando's approval, most of the people present dared not express their dissatisfaction.

As the lord of Rosalin, the lord of the city, who was wide and fat, was naturally pampered on weekdays, not to mention the unpleasant autumn wind, and he was not happy to go out even if the weather was a little worse on weekdays, but at this moment the look on his face seemed to be as willing as a meal, and it was enough to be able to chat with Brando - or rather, to answer the other party's questions unilaterally, it was enough to make him feel extremely honored.

Having said that, not to mention that in Rosalin, even in the Swift Plain, how many people can talk to the celestials above the clouds anytime and anywhere?

Because of Lord Rosalin's attitude, Brando quickly learned about the situation here. After the occasional testimony of the Coalition Army's Deputy Marshal Blank, he probably grasped the cooperation between the ghost car and the people here.

As he expected, as the most powerful force in the Swift Plains, the Ghost Car did not cooperate with Lord Rosalin as frankly as he imagined, and generally speaking, as the stronger side, the Ghost Car side rarely exchanged any truly meaningful opinions with the Rosalin side, and most of the time it was a unilateral order.

Because the Rosalin family needs their protection. Since there are requests for others, and the strength is far inferior to the other party, then there is no cooperation, which is a normal thing.

Since this is the case, the cooperation between the two sides is not as sincere as imagined, otherwise Lord Rosalin would not have been immediately moved by Phoenix Fire's proposal. Moreover, Brando's constant flickering when he noticed that Lord Rosalin was involved in this aspect of the matter, made him have to suspect that there was something else in the cooperation between the two sides, but it had nothing to do with him, so he also let the other party go.

Neither asking nor answering Field Marshal Blank, his generosity surprised the lord of Rosalin. For a while, I couldn't help but feel more firm about standing on the side of the Jiufeng Imperial Family.

However, other than that, the locals obviously don't know much about who they are working with, and the only thing Brando knows about the ghost car here is the 'Fang Qi', who is called a thousand-year-old genius by Huanghuo and Mr. Liu, who may be staying near Rosalin at the moment.

And it was this news that Lord Rosalin did not dare to fully confirm yet.

Instead, Huang Huo told him that Fang Qi, as the core figure of the ghost car, might have two great elders by his side at any time, and he asked about the strength of these ghost car elders. I learned that the other party's level may be similar to the current 'Mr. Boban', that is, the strength of half of the extreme realm. Of course, the combat experience is much worse than that of the veterans of the November War.

Not to mention that Blank was known as the White Wolf in the Far Realm back then, and he was already proficient in swordsmanship sixty years ago, and he was the strongest existence among the twelve deputy marshals.

Even if Brando may still have strength under the surface, according to the lenient attitude of the enemy, he will add a great elder to the ghost car, or go one step further and be a real Extreme Realm master. He shouldn't have a problem dealing with it.

Almost a quarter of an hour had passed between the two of them, but it was evident that it would take some time for the knights to get from here to the castle, and more than once between the conversations between Brando and Lord Rosalin, noticed that the young man named Sebas, who had seemed to want to come to him several times, seemed to hesitate, and finally did not dare to come.

However, his actions caught Brando's attention. He remembered something, and then suddenly took out the diary from his bosom. Previously distracted by Lord Rosalin's knights, he put the diary in his pocket before he had time to read it.

Now that he had recalled this incident, he was also a little curious in his heart, thinking that he was not familiar with this place, and who would deliver the news to him. Now it seems that Mr. Liu is no longer possible, "Could it be this guy's secret nemesis?" Brando couldn't help but glance at Lord Rosalin in front of him, who had seen Brando take out the diary, but he was unaware of it, and in fact he didn't know that it was a diary.

He flipped through the diary, thinking that it was the message that this lord's opponent in the secret had conveyed to him, so he should have not seen it, but this person was now an ally, and his attitude was not bad.

Whether it is for the sake of Marshal Blank or Phoenix Fire's face, he has no reason to go back on his word.

Brando apologized in his heart for the potential friend, and then he flipped to page 177 according to Sebas's words, and the number of pages might take a little time for the average person, but for a person of high perception like him, it was only a moment.

When he saw the words on the page written in crooked handwriting, his eyes froze, and the words looked like messages recorded by non-dominant hands, and although he tried his best to conceal them, he could still see that they were written by a woman—the other party had made enough details in the words, and they were almost flawless for ordinary people, but he was not ordinary people after all.

Tulaman himself was a scholar specializing in ancient writing, and Brando's knowledge and experience in meeting him were naturally the same kind of scholars, and his knowledge of writing was arguably higher than that of many of the half-baked staff members who ate in the reference room and the royal library.

The text message on that page reads:

'The real purpose of the ghost car in Rosalin is to covet the Stone Notebook discovered by the seventeenth ancestor of the Rosalin family, because this note records a long-rumored secret - the mystery of the Jade.

The Nine Phoenix people believe that the mystery of the jade contains information about the whereabouts of the heart of the blue dragon, the heart of the blue dragon is also called the heart of the jade, after my investigation found that it is actually a natural orb, Mr. Brando, if you are still concerned about this news, please come to Rosalinburg to find me. ’

Brando tore the page off with a thud and crumpled it into her purse.

Whether it was the mystery of the jade, or the heart of the blue dragon, he didn't care, there were so many treasures in this world, and he couldn't have them all. What's more, after seeing the treasures of the Tirmoths outside the elemental barrier, it can be said that his vision has improved a lot since then, and his thoughts about these nether treasures have faded a lot.

Still, the last few words on the note touched him deeply.

Seven Holy Swords.

Nature's Orb.

It was something he was bound to get, of course.

But what he cares more about now is not this, but the authenticity of this thing? Who was the person who gave him this diary? Why did he know he needed this right now? And it seems that the other party still knows him, otherwise it would be impossible to call out his name.

He had just entered the city today, and even if the other party was Lord Rosalin's sworn enemy, it was impossible for him to investigate his information so thoroughly.

He looked up at Sebas, who was not far away, and the cold hair on his body stood up at his gaze, and the feeling was probably similar to that of a hunting beast. Brando raised the somewhat feminine diary in his hand and shook it at the other party and said:

"Who told you to send it?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, but then shook his head vigorously: "My lord, I can't say. ”

"But you said I could say it as long as I read the diary, didn't you?"

"This ......" Sebas glanced at Lord Rosalin not far away, and thought to himself that it was then, and now is now, wouldn't he betray the other party by saying Miss Delphien's name in front of the lord.

Brando saw through his eyes, and he turned to Lord Rosalin and asked, "Do you know him?" ”

Lord Rosalin looked at Sebas in bewilderment, fortunately he was not really a big man, although there were many subordinates in Rosalinburg, he was not even aware of his blacksmith's apprentice.

"I seem to recognize him," Rosalin said, raising his face and angrily, "who are you and why are you here?" How dare you not answer when an adult asks you? Then he shy and explained to Brando: "My lord, he is still a child, he is not very sensible, you must not be angry, I will explain to him immediately what is going on." ”

Brando shook his head, "It doesn't have to be, this is a clever young man, and he is a very nice person." ”

Sebas was still a little nervous, after all, he didn't know what the consequences of disobeying the will of the big man would be, and behind him his uncle Nasin was glaring at him, but for the sake of Lady Delphien, he was already out of the way.

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(PS: So the progress, as always, did not follow the prediction below, clams, clams, sure enough, the world is peaceful, everything is normal (silently spit out a few mouthfuls of blood)...... (To be continued......)