I have to say that Bran's temperament is indeed outstanding, even at a banquet full of heroes, it is also extremely outstanding.

Bran stopped right in front of Rand and looked at him condescendingly.

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened, neither side spoke, and Rand stared quietly into Bran's eyes, that is, he had planted a lot of spies around him, and if it wasn't for the revelation of the matter, he might still be kept in the dark.

For Bran, Rand didn't have even the slightest affection.

Bran looked at the brother in front of him with great interest, who had undergone a earth-shaking change from three years ago, and no one could have imagined that a useless waste could actually advance by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time, and develop all kinds of exquisite instruments and weapons, and those drawings obtained through spies are still in the closet of Bran's bedroom.

He had read the drawings many times, and each time he was amazed at the intricacy and sophistication of its structure, and he really couldn't figure out where Rand had learned this knowledge.

The two looked at each other without opening their mouths, standing there like two statues.

Even if it was as sluggish as a wind, it seemed that something was wrong at this time.

Shadow's face slowly darkened, and his hands subconsciously touched his waist, as the duke's son's guard, he naturally enjoyed the privilege of participating in the banquet without disarming.

"Smack. ”

Rand suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and when he looked ahead again, he found a young man standing in front of Bran, and saluted Rand with a grin: "Lord Rand, I am Lord Bran's guard, Yarrow, let's have a drink when we meet for the first time!"

With Yarrow's strong insertion, the stiff atmosphere between Rand and Bran was suddenly broken, and Rand nodded at him: "Cheers!"

"Welcome home, my dear brother. Bran said with a smile, as hypocritical as a poisonous snake.

"Brother, wait......" Storm was stunned for a moment, "This guy is your brother?"

"Bran Capet. Bran introduced himself: "The third in line to the Capetian family, but in terms of blood, I should have an advantage over my dear second brother!"

Rand raised his eyebrows slightly, and Bran's bastard's mouth was still as vicious as ever.

"What are you looking for me?" Rand asked lightly, "...... of the Capetian family Third in line to the throne!"

Rand specifically accentuated the words "third".

Bran's originally smiling face suddenly froze, he hadn't seen him for three years, and Rand's ability to choke people had also increased a lot.

"What can I do, it's just that I care about my brother, and I want to talk to you about the old days and enhance the family relationship. Bran pulled a chair very casually, "I was surprised for a long time when my father told me that there was a free man on this year's invitation list. ”

"After all, in the territory of the Capet family, the Kongdu Territory is relatively poor and backward, and the managers have nothing to do......" Bran looked at Lanter's reaction: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not sarcastic, the situation of the Kongdu Territory, even if anyone is allowed to manage it, it looks like it's going to die." ”

"I'm just a little upset for my dear second brother, who is also my father's son, why can Ron occupy the prosperous and wealthy Lindong City, while you are just waiting to huddle in the remote and barren Kongdu Territory, this gap is inevitably too big, right?" Bran still had that smile on his face, but when he said it, everyone could hear the strong smell of fire.

Rand took a deep breath and laughed instead, leaning back, his feet very rudely resting on the table in front of Bran, and his whole person returned to the same squirrel-like appearance he had three years ago.

"If you came just to taunt me and provoke my anger, then congratulations, you did it. Rand tilted his head and said, "Then do you suppose I will be able to beat you to the ground in anger like I did a few years ago?"

Rand's words clearly reminded Bran of those unpleasant experiences from years ago.

"In a fight on such an occasion, we are likely to be driven by our father to the blue water beach to feed the crocodiles. Bran shrugged his shoulders, "Moreover, the education and cultivation I received since I was a child did not allow me to solve problems with my fists and swords like a low-level soldier. ”

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, what the hell are you trying to say?" Rand frowned, "I didn't notice you buzzing like a fly before!"

"You'll get used to it later......" Bran patted Rant's shoulder, a smile on his face that didn't make sense of it, "You don't know yet, do you......"

"Father is going to transfer you back to the Imperial City!"

......

Standing on the platform above the castle, feeling the cool feeling of the night breeze, Rand felt that his head was a little clearer.

The news that Bran brought was like a hammer, and it smashed firmly on the top of Rand's head.

The air-crossing collar is in ruins, and it is slowly getting on the right track, and the assembly-line gunsmith factory is already in production, and it will not be long before it can bring in unimaginable income for itself.

The airferry could use the money to repair and demolish the precarious buildings, and the new shipyard had already been planned in the Lanter's blueprint.

But at this very moment, Bran suddenly told him that the Duke of Winton was going to transfer Rand from the territory he had invested so much effort in, which was unacceptable to Rand in any case.

If it was when he first arrived in this world, Rand would not hesitate to agree, and the luxurious life in the Imperial City was many times more comfortable than that of the empty ferry collar.

But after a few months in the Empty Realm, Rand and his soldiers survived a harsh winter, and under his leadership, he defeated the invasion of wild beasts and barbarians, and the already loose army was trained to become more combat-ready.

The most important thing is that once he leaves the empty realm, then all the hard work he put in in the early stage will be in vain.

The demons will be forced to be exposed to the eyes of the world, and they will soon be hunted down by the Holy See without protection, and Rand doesn't think they will be able to hold out for long.

"What are you going to do?" asked the shadow, standing aside, leaning against the wall, in a cold tone.

He was well aware that Rand's decision was also a harbinger of the fate of his companions.

Even the always optimistic Wind looked at him with a nervous face at this time.

"I won't say yes!" Rand said as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"He is your father, and that territory was given to you by him, and if you want to take it back now, you have no room to resist. The shadow said succinctly.

"I said, that's my air collar!" Rand opened his eyes suddenly, "No one wants to take it away from me!"