The anxious Count of Bremont pushed open the door in front of him and hurried to his daughter's bed. He looked down at his daughter lying on the bed, and asked in a hurried tone, "Angela, where have you gone?"

Angela replied softly, "Father, I'm sorry. "She's very delicate. The face is goose-egg-shaped, with a pair of clear eyes, and the top of the eyes is arched, like painted eyebrows. A small, straight nose with a round pouting like an angry one. It's just that her complexion is not very good, and she looks a little pale.

"Silly boy, I'm not trying to blame you, I'm just worried about your safety. Count Bremont asked with concern, "Why is your face so ugly, and are you sick?" I will send for the bachelor to come and show you. Beneath his thick eyebrows were a pair of burning eyes, full of boundless love.

Brandt looked at the warm scene in front of him, and thought to himself: maybe the Count of Blemon is a swearing, greedy and selfish noble lord, but as a father, his heart is also full of love and tolerance for his children.

"Father, I'm not sick," Angela grabbed her father's thick, fat arm with her small, slender hand from the futon, "I have something to ask you." Her hands were shaking, maybe because of a cold, or maybe because of nervousness.

The Count of Bremont gently put his daughter's delicate hand back into the futon. "What do you want to ask?"

Angela sat up, looked up at her father and asked in a low voice, "Why did you put Knight Sean and his men in the dungeon?" Suddenly, her tone became stiff and her words became fierce. "They are not your prisoners. Not even your enemy. They are noble and valiant knights, honored guests of Crag Rock, and you are supposed to entertain them with the ancient rites of courtesy, but you have your soldiers imprison them in a dark, damp dungeon. ”

Count Bremont suddenly frowned, and said with a solemn face, "Who sued you?"

"No one told me, but I heard you outside the door that day. Her voice was a little nervous.

"Did you hear that?" he kept concealing. I don't want my daughter to know, but in the end, it's leaking out of my mouth.

"Father," said Angela, her lips trembling with a look of pleading, "tell me that you will not break the oath you have made before the gods, betray the House of Islam, and ruin the honor of the House of Vikni." ”

Brandt, who was invisible and transparent, stood aside and listened quietly to the conversation between their father and daughter. If Angela can't convince her father to change his mind, he'll have to figure it out on his own. In any case, he couldn't let the Wickneys mess up the battle.

"The Islamic family is on the verge of extinction. The Count of Bramont struggled to suppress his feelings, his voice as smooth as he could. "The entire Golden Land will be divided between the Targaryens and the Merlisters, and I have no choice but to do so, and I must find a way out for the Vickenes. ”

Angela's gray lips, bloodless, trembled slightly, as if she was too anxious to speak. But she bit her lip until blood seeped through the corners of her mouth, and finally she cried out in a tearful voice, "You can't break your oath, the gods will punish you, all the people of the Golden Land will hate you, and they will spit on the Vicneys." ”

"Time will make people forget," said the Count of Bremont, whose face was gentle, but the words that came out of his mouth were unmistakable. "Any choice I make is for the sake of the Wickneys. He didn't believe in the so-called gods at all, and if there really were gods, then there should be no war and suffering in this world.

"Lord Wickney," Brant snapped, "you have done nothing but for yourself, for the power, the wealth, and the status you have. ”

The Earl of Bremont was so frightened by the sudden sound that he took two or three steps back, his face first turning pale, and then turning extremely red. He slowly turned to look at the boy in front of him, his face changed suddenly, and he said tremblingly, "Brant, why are you in Angela's room?"

"I sent her back. ”

"Angela has told you all this, and you're here to stop me?" said Count Bremont's shocked expression. The bulging muscles under his face twitched, and he feared that the boy from the Islamic family in front of him would cast a spell to burn him to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Brandt sensed the fear on his face, "I don't know what agreement you made with the Targaryens," he pointed pointedly, "but are you really sure that the Targaryens will keep the promise they made to you?"

The Count of Bremont glanced over at his daughter, a hint of resentment in his eyes. "My daughter actually betrayed me, and she chose to betray her father and family for the sake of this boy. 」

"The reason why the Targaryens have an alliance with the Merrists is because they want not land, but gold. He re-emphasized, "The Targaryens are in the gold mines of the northern part of the Golden Land, and the Vickeni family occupies almost a fifth of the gold mines of the entire Golden Land, do you think this group of wolf-like robbers will let go of the fat in their mouths?"

Earl Bremont's face suddenly changed drastically and he was speechless, and after a moment of awkward silence, he reluctantly said, "The Targaryens value credibility and do what they say. ”

Brandt replied coldly, "The Islam family has debts that must be repaid, and they are paid by blood. ”

The Count of Bremont broke out in a cold sweat, his heart pounded in his craggy chest, and his whole body was as tense as if the strings of a bow were full. "Come on, ......" Just as the Count of Bremont was about to call out, Brandt pricked a silver needle into his arm, only to see the Count of Bremont's legs go weak and fall forward. Brandt stepped forward in two steps and held his body.

Angela asked anxiously in a low voice, "Brandt, what did you do to my father?"

"Don't worry," said Brandt, "he's just asleep, come and help me get him to your bed." ”

Angela lifted the futon, walked to the other side and grabbed her father's arm, helping Brant put his fat and heavy father on the bed.

Brandt casts a transfiguration spell on himself, and he becomes another Count of Bremont. "Angela, does it look like your father?"

Angela stared straight at the other person's face, and she poked there in amazement like a piece of wood. "Brant?"

"Scaring you?"

Angela shook her head and asked curiously, "Where did you learn these spells?"

"I'm going to tell you about this," said Brandt, "and tell me how much I look like your father now?"

Angela looked at it carefully and affirmed, "It's exactly like my father." Then she added, "It's just that your voice is wrong." ”

"So what?" said Brandt, trying to change his voice.

"Still no. Angela shook her head.

Brandt tried to imitate the voice of the Count of Bremont again, and asked, "And now?"

"Almost. Angela asked, confused, "Brant, are you going to be like my father?"

"Correct your father's wrong choices, and save the honor of the Vickeni family. "I'm going to gather your father's cronies and tell them about the Vikney family's choices." In fact, all the qiē he did was for the sake of the Islamic family.

"You're going to pretend to be my father?"

Brandt nodded undeniably, "You and your father stay here first, don't let anyone into the room, and I'll be back when I've taken care of this." "This matter is very important, he must not show his feet, let alone be found out by others as an impostor.

"I see. (To be continued......)