"Who the hell are you?" Uller asked again, this time in a softer tone, as if begging Bran to tell him.

He was ready, waiting to hear Bran tell him about his extraordinary origins, but Bran clearly had no intention of doing so.

Bran turned, and the seven-star sword came out of its sheath again, bursting out with a little spark that scared Ulle.

"Serve me as Lord, and you will know."

As the sword was about to be fully unsheathed, Uller changed his position, got down on one knee, and saluted Bran.

He was extremely weak, completely shocked by Bran's current momentum, it was too terrifying.

"A wise choice." Dursley added.

Bran didn't stop, he walked over and pulled out the seven-star sword, raising it to the top.

"Ahh

Uller's hands and feet trembled, and his heart kept reciting the name of the Lord.

In the end, the sword was only canonized by knights, and with a nod on both shoulders and heads, it was completed.

"Tell all your secrets, all your family members, all your stories."

After Bran had heard everything about this subordinate, he commanded again.

"Swear that if you break it, you and your descendants will go to hell and be burned with fire."

By the power of faith, intimidate Uller one more time.

Uller was helpless, and did not dare to refuse, so he swore again

Then, Bran called Arnold in.

Arnold had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and when he came in, he looked at Bran and Desley, and Bran said to him, "Hit this knight hard and hurt him." Use your best strength. ”

Arnold was inexplicable, but he still completed the instructions well, and after being trained by Bran, he is now much more courageous and powerful.

"You'll take it." Bran compares to Uller and makes him fight all.

Uller was also confused, but he still did a good job of answering Arno's punch with his face, and even nosebleeds flowed out.

After Arnold left, Uller lay on the ground. Dizziness.

"I can't do it......"

Bran explained, "You've been here for so long, and you're going to be questioned, and I'm going to help you act, and you're going to be in a guard's place to hurt someone." Men of House Wallonia, as your last allegiance. ”

Bran thought very lightly, and directly cut off all the back roads of Uller.

He made Uller hurt the other nobles in front of all the prisoners, so that Ulle would be regarded as a traitor and only had to serve himself.

Having understood Bran's thoughts, Uller now regrets not being in a hurry, of course, if he doesn't want to, Bran will scrap one of the sword's hands and one leg, and sell him as a coolie again.

The reason why I want to take over Uller is because of the mischief in my memory.

After Uller was carried back, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the other prisoners were like this, so naturally no one cared.

But in the middle of the night, there was a sudden commotion, and Uller got into a quarrel with a nobleman who was fighting with him, a man from the Walloon family, and a conflict arose over the handling of the war.

As a result, Ulle broke the man's teeth.

Since they were prisoners, the identities of almost all of them were inquired about by Bran, and Bran picked three people for Uller to take trouble, all three of whom could pay the ransom and return to Swabia in the future, so that Uller would not have to think about going back.

"When I get back to Swabia, I'll ask Lord Wallonia to fill in all your swamps!"

"You shit Buller, are you crazy or not, I dare to beat ......"

Bran drove Uller crazy for a day and then retrieved him

At this time, Uller was wounded all over his body, but he was still conscious.

He was dragged back to the room where he was eating watermelon to recuperate.

Uller loved this room.

This time, in addition to food, there are also women to soothe it.

This was arranged by Bran, who took Bran out of the fortress to get a horse and ride slowly.

Under the stars, Bran walked to the stream.

He carried a seven-star sword, and a quiver on horseback, on which were placed a dozen or so arrows.

It is also due to the war, not far away, there is no bonfire here, it is very dark.

No matter what color the plant is, it is dyed black.

At night, sometimes Houbran will shoot blindly, choosing a target that is still shiny in the dark.

Shoot the arrow, wait until tomorrow morning, and come here to see if you hit the target and retrieve it.

Now that Bran's arm strength and eyesight have improved considerably, he wants to try to take his bow skills to the next level.

"Walk and shoot".

This technique is between marches. Infuse yourself with all your heart and shoot arrows in all directions.

Bran had heard Carol say that the French would be able to do such a stunt.

He held a stiff bow that was short, refined, but extremely difficult to pull, and a special light arrow, with sharp blades of steel at the tip.

As long as he can practice this skill, he will not be afraid of many enemies surrounding him.

Bran took the quiver back, and walked by the stream, and when he heard a sound, he fired his arrows forward, and so on until he had finished shooting them.

Not fast enough, every time I pull out an arrow, I always want to put the arrow in position, and I instinctively pull out the arrow and send it out......

This kind of exercise is very tiring, and it also uses the power of the dragon, which is equivalent to practicing the sword for an hour.

It even broke the bowstring.

While Bran was thinking about how to make a strong bow, a young rider arrived on a yellow-haired horse.

Brandyan bowed and said hello.

The rider wore braids, his skin permanently yellowed with mud, and he pinched his throat and made a deep voice when he spoke.

When walking or talking, always press your face to the ground so that no one can see clearly.

She was Otasia.

During this time, Bran took her by his side, watched her closely, and trained her in martial arts.

News of Freiti is completely gone, and everyone believes that the prince has gone with his father.

The task of recovering the country became the possession of Otya.

She follows Bran and learns the sword while waiting for an opportunity to avenge the Vikings who killed her brother last time.

These men Bran had already been found, but they were now following Lonnal, and it would take some time for the troops to meet before they could move together.

"You're getting bolder, you don't need me to bring it this time, you dare to come here alone."

"I saw you walking inside, and I wanted to come to you, start, what are you going to study today? I've sharpened the knight's sword you gave me. ”

The way Oshaya drew his sword was already very similar to that of a knight drawing his sword.

"There are many kinds of martial arts, and I don't learn to compete with swords today."

"So what to study?"

"Learn wrestling.

"What?!"

Bran wasn't kidding, one-handed combat is most effective when there are no weapons.

After explaining clearly, Oseaya dismounted.

Bran picked a relatively soft ground and fought against the surrounding garden with Oseya and the others.

While doing the exercises, Bran grabbed Osseya and used his body movements to make him understand how to throw people and use his body strength flexibly.

Osseya was a woman after all, and she had been thrown three times, and she couldn't stand up again in pain.

"Forget it." Bran said, "Give up, martial arts aren't for you." ”

Osseya refused to admit defeat and shouted to come again, but was thrown twice by Bran and could not get back up.

Seeing that Oshaya did not get up immediately, Bran did not help her up, and after a while, Oshaya made a mosquito-like sound.

said, "It hurts ......"

Bran stepped forward to see that her sweat was dripping, and Bran asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Oseia looked away, her face burning, "I...... I ......"

Oseia didn't say a word, and froze for a moment.

Bran's instincts told him that it was probably a woman's thing.

"Can you still get up?"

Seeing that Ostea did not answer, Bran gently picked her up.

The movement was very light and slow, and it took more than ten seconds just to pick it up.

Oshaya lay on Bran's chest, feeling once again the reliability of a man, who had previously been sheltered by her father and brother.

But now only I am left.

Bran didn't have the slightest smell of wine or sweat like other knights and nobles. ，

Bran eats wood frankincense, and the clothes on his body are always worn in the sun.

When it comes to eating food, be as gentle as yourself.

He speaks very good Latin.

Osseya looked at Bran's facial features and suddenly couldn't help but want to touch them.

As soon as such an idea came out, my heart beat wildly, but I couldn't hold it back.

This pair of facial features is concentrated and has a vicious face, which is no longer terrible in his opinion.

"You're a good guy...... It's true. Oshaya said softly.

When Bran heard this, he also looked at Ossea in his arms.

His strength had been restored, and he felt that the negative energy that had overdrawn his body had gradually disappeared.

His eyebrows had begun to change position slightly.

Maybe it will be back after a while, so Bran has been in a good mood for the past two days.

Bran looked at Otya, the women in this place were not as good-looking as her.

Her eyelashes were long, and the beads of sweat that had just dripped down were dripping up and glistening with water.

The hair that is tied up gives off a scent.

In the morning, she wiped it with dew and rose petals.

The lips are a little pale, after all, you can't wear makeup if you pretend to be a rider.

Bran's breathing quickened, and the corners of his mouth lifted, "Yours are chapped." ”

Oseya couldn't even lift her hand in pain, and subconsciously pursed her lips.

Bran said it wasn't enough.

“?”

In the next second, Bran lowered his head, and the two kissed lightly.

After parting, the corners of Bran's mouth raised, "At this moment, you make me a little tempted. ”

On Bran's chest, Oshaya buried her head deeper......

At this moment, the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds.

Bran then went to the horse.

It's not easy to get on the horse, when Osseya wants to come down.

Bran said no.

But with the strength of his hand, he pressed the horse's back, and then the two men jumped up and quickly got on the horse.

The sudden weight made the horse a little unbearable.

"Good work, I'll give you more fodder tomorrow."

Bran loved horses, and he would take care of them as if they were House.

The yellow horse brought by Osseya was tied with a rope and pulled back to the castle together.

After bringing Oshaya back to the castle.

Bran didn't let her go back to her little room, but took her to her room.

"It used to be a study, so there were a lot of bookcases, and I got a bed and you just lay down and rested, and in the morning the sun would come in and it would be ventilated. One of the best rooms in the castle and not dark and damp. ”

Bran gently put Othaya on the bed.

"I'll find the housekeeper's woman to help you, lie down well, you don't have to deal with those chores for me these days."

Bran reached out and touched Osya's face, "Good." ”

Obviously Oseija was six years older than Bran, but at this moment he was like a child, and he sighed.

It's nice to have someone to lean on.

"Wait, can I see you again? Just for a while, I won't bother you. ”

"Okay."

Bran stepped out of the last words he had said.

When the butler's woman came in and helped Osseya change into clean clothes, and cooked some hot drinks and food for Otya, she went out immediately.

Bran came in later, and he took the porridge and soup, and with a silver spoon, picked up Osya, and fed her one bite at a time.

The two of them did not speak until the food bottomed out, and Brandn, "You can rest." ”

"If I weren't the princess, would you still do this to me?"

The answer in Bran's mind is definitely not, but people sometimes need to lie, and obedient people need lies to comfort themselves.

This moment was when Osseya was most soft-hearted.

Bran continued to reach out and touch Osya's cheek, his eyes staring straight into it.

At this moment, Bran said, "I want to take care of you if nothing else." ”

Ossea's eyes were filled with tears, slowly turning into pearls, each one of which was her heart.

Some people know each other for a day, which is equivalent to a year.

At this time of crisis, Oseya's emotions burst out very strongly, like a flood, sent out, it is difficult to take it back.

Osseya boldly placed Bran's hand on her chest.

"This is my sincerity, don't lie to me."

The two embraced.

When Bran walked out of the house, he got the heart of Otasia, hot, sincere, loyal.

Vista's face flew by, the mountain girl who had spent the night under the stars in the Alps, and the faces of many other women.

"I'm a bastard......," Bran said to himself, "but I'm going to climb to the top of this age." No one can stop me. ”

……

After this day, the relationship between the two became more flat.

There is no longer a need to use the honorific title of Your Highness.

But it's not estrangement, it's a more considerate concern.

After that day, Bran told her, "From now on, I will guard your safety, I will hold your sword, and I will destroy your enemies." ”

Ossea finally put down her sword and picked up the needle and thread she used most often in the monastery.

She often stayed in Bran's room, put down her hair, and began to mend Bran's costume, buttons.

She would help Bran trim the quills and make ink, talk to him while he was writing, and tell Bran the secrets of the royal family and what she had been doing all these years.

Bran also told him that he had mastered the art of printing and papermaking, and that these goods could be sold to every corner of the world.

"I will take you on a pilgrimage to Rome, to Jerusalem, or to any part of the world."

"My manor, beautifully beyond your imagination, is the Queen."

Women always like to listen to these sweet words, or men's promises.

Occasionally, Osseaya would cook some food for Bran.

The royal family of Bavaria did not need to learn to cook, even if it was a woman, but after a hard time in the monastery, Ossea also learned a good craft.

She and Bran are like an intimate couple.