As soon as the little she-dragon is gone, Brando is finally free. He hurriedly made a water balloon and threw it in his face, and the icy temperature finally calmed down the accelerating blood flow, and then he put on a coat and rushed out.

As soon as I went out, I saw Antitina in the courtyard, who was sitting on a stone chair reading a geography book, but her mind was obviously not on the book.

"The princess seems to be angry." The staff lady greeted Brando, who came out, put down the scroll, and asked worriedly. "Nothing," Brando sighed, "what about that guy in Aloze?" ”

"Lord Lord, do you mean the eldest lady of the dragon clan? I didn't see her, she left? ”

"No, forget it." Brando turned around and was about to chase out. "Wait," Miss Staff stood up and grabbed him, and when she saw her lord turn around with a puzzled expression, she carefully reminded, "Dress up, lord." ”

In Brando's habits, he didn't pay much attention to dress, so he casually put on a coat and ran out. Antitina blushed when she saw his disheveled appearance, and reached out to give him a whole collar of flowers.

Brando was not very particular about Tonigel, and if it weren't for his demeanor, it would have made people doubt his aristocratic status. But civilians wouldn't be so knowledgeable. In fact, it was Flo who took care of his daily life on weekdays - the smug merchant lady herself was confused, not to mention the responsibility of entering the lord's fiancée - and it was for this reason that the elder sister of the two wild elf sisters was nicknamed 'the lord's chief maid' by the mercenary.

However, if Flo is the head maid, then Antitina's role is more akin to that of a butler. I saw her help Brando straighten out the corners of her clothes. Gently dusting off the dust on the black flannel, he said with a slight annoyance: "When will the lord notice his majesty." ”

Majesty was something Brando never thought was innate, and he didn't care. It's not the first time Antitina has helped him get dressed, and to be honest, he can't see any difference between him and before, he just thinks it's just a superfluous move. But he didn't refuse. Just asked:

"Antitina, how long have I been unconscious?"

"We've been in Ampesel for half a month, my lord." The staff lady helped him button the button on his chest. He looked left and right before nodding in satisfaction.

"So long!" Brando was startled, he thought he had only been in a coma for two or three days. "After I was unconscious that day. What happened next? What about Grand Duke Siphah and his minions? ”

"The Grand Duke is dead."

"Huh!?" The news came as a complete surprise, and Brando never dreamed that one of the most important figures in Eruin's history would die.

He paused for a moment before asking, "Antitina, what happened after I was unconscious that day." How the battle went, you tell me in detail. ”

……

Endless demons seem to be surging from the darkness. It's like being caught up in a nightmare that has no edge and can't wake up from. The torrential rain poured down, and lightning passed through the rain line, outlining shining silver chains between heaven and earth.

Princess Griffiin's face turned pale—

"Mr. Stephen...... Ahem...... Your Royal Highness will leave it to you. ”

"Mr. Reald, I promise you, in the name of the knight."

"No, Sir Reald! I command you not to do that. I'm going to stay here! She screamed in the midst of that nightmare. But the old knight grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her out. She flew lightly, over the demon's head, and the last sight of the lion of the kingdom was fixed in the rain looking to the north.

The snow-covered plateau moss. It's the honor of the white lion.

It is the battlefield where countless white lions have been resting, and the souls of generations have been asleep. Perhaps every knight will eventually return to their homeland, but only the white lion will always guard this land.

This is a legend that has been passed down from generation to generation, and they swore an oath under the sword and followed it.

The lion's armor was covered in scars, but the rain quickly washed away the blood. Princess Griffiin was already in tears. The Templar Stephen grabbed her hand and led her out of the demon horde.

"Why don't you let me die there, there are my people there!" She remembered shouting as if she had lost her mind.

But Stephen looked back at her. "I am not an Eruin, Your Highness the Princess. But if all of us are buried on this battlefield, then your kingdom will one day repeat such mistakes. ”

"Please cherish your life, you don't live for yourself."

Oh, yes.

Princess Griffiin walked briskly out of the temple, and after a few steps, her steps slowed down again. He stopped suddenly, stood on the snow-like marble staircase, and sighed faintly. Yes, what kind of temper are you in, even your usual calmness and self-cultivation have been lost.

"Your Royal Highness, watch your step." The female officer who caught up behind reminded angrily. "Timis, let's wait here for the Count to come out." Princess Griffiin sighed and replied.

"What's wrong?"

The princess did not answer. The Temple Square was snow-white, reflecting light, slightly dazzling. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her eyes were like a silver thread. The female officer soon found that her princess seemed to be in a daze.

For this princess, this is a rare thing.

Griffiin was indeed delirious. Her gaze crossed the distant sky, as if under the same blue sky, she was back on the battlefield of that day. Knife and sword, iron and blood are intertwined in a heavy long poem.

Perhaps dying on the battlefield at that time was a relief. However, those who survive have to bear a heavier burden, and even inherit the grief of the dead.

But the living have no right to choose. She pursed her lips - there were too many dead.

The previous captain of the White Lion Legion, the Lion of the Kingdom, the sword of the Highlanders, died. In the midst of a war caused by a civil war.

Grand Duke Sifah is also dead, the man she once gritted her teeth and hated. He was the manipulator of the first Titan. Dead at the hands of Miss Merchant, her body is gone. When she heard the news, she thought she would be happy, but even the excitement had been lost.

Marquis of Balta, Marquis of Yuxi, Count Vitokin, the great sword of the Anleks, Haudejar, the chief wizard of the kingdom, Liwoods, and whatever forces they belonged to during their lifetimes, it was the Eruin who died.

There were even a lot of cadets from the Royal Knight Academy who didn't even have time to leave their names behind - no one knew what kind of story might be hidden behind a nameless corpse on the battlefield, and no one knew how his closest friends and relatives mourned behind it.

It was only when she hugged Freya, who was crying bitterly as Beth's corpse, felt the cold sting.

Enough is enough.

It is time for this civil war to come to an end.

But the nobility of the north was still on the move, and they had lost the appeasement of the Siphah family. Even the situation in the future has become more chaotic and volatile. The whereabouts of Archduke Enlek are unknown, but he will not be caught. Let Count Denel have an ambiguous attitude, and the two Grand Dukes may be able to get a piece of the current situation after waiting for the turmoil.

On the surface, it seems that Eruin has ushered in a new life after the war. But in fact, it has reached the edge of the cliff. Princess Griffiin suddenly reluctantly realized that perhaps the previous situation was better.

At least the kingdom is not in danger of falling apart.

She didn't know how she had come over in the past half a month, and the army of silver elves was stationed in Ampesel. The dragons' prestige was subdued, and all the forces were restrained. Don't dare to move. Tulaman's arrival made Ampesel's situation clearer, but she understood that the seemingly disparate qiē term was all linked by that man.

The man with the title of 'miracle'.

She suddenly realized that the fate of the whole Eruin was in the hands of one person. But this man was neither her nor her brother.

……

"You mean, Grand Duke Siphah was killed by Roman with a punch? Hmph, self-employed. Brando's heart was filled with joy, and half of the blame for the future destruction of Eruin would fall on this guy's head. If he was in it for his own power, that would be understandable. But I didn't expect this guy to be a cultist.

Brando was furious at the thought that the tragic fate of the future princess and the Valkyrie was only because of the crazy plans of a cult organization.

But he quickly fell silent. What really worried him was Antitina's physical condition. In the previous conversation, he carefully asked about the 'resurrection of the staff lady' on the battlefield, but Antitina herself couldn't tell what was going on.

He began to suspect that the demonic item had been taken from the battlefield, but Antitina quickly ruled it out after taking it out. Although it was not clear what it was for a while, Brando could tell at a glance that it seemed to be sealed. It is simply not possible to have any effect.

And Antitina herself has proved that she has no ability to heal herself, first of all, her blood is normal red, which proves that there is no gold or silver blood. Secondly, her wound healing time is also normal.

But this situation made Brando feel uneasy. He knew that there were some special abilities that could bring the dead back to life, but none of them were reassuring. Some even come at the expense of lifespan.

However, Brando did not disclose this information to his staff. It was a white lie, and he was determined to investigate it himself.

"Self-employed?" Antitina looked up when she heard Brando's words.

"It's self-inflicted." Brando explained. The staff lady glared at him fiercely: "Your lord, don't always invent some strange words. It's going to be laughed at. I know so much, but I always like to use some slang. ”

"Only civilians would say that."

"I didn't invent it." Brando couldn't help but smile wryly. It's been more than a year since I traveled into this world like a dream, but some verbal words are hard to change. Especially idioms with historical backgrounds, except for a small part that overlaps with Jiufeng's setting, most of them will be regarded as hillbilly slang.

But there's no way around it. In a short period of time, people can quickly adapt to the environment, but they cannot change deep-rooted habits. He lived in this world for a year, spent seventeen years in the game, and lived in another world for a full thirty years.

But the Grand Duke of Siphah died, and a historically famous family fell apart. Without the restraint of this powerful force in the north, the nobles have become ambitious. No wonder Her Royal Highness came to him in such a hurry.

He didn't expect such a famous figure in history to die like this. There are also Marquis Yuxi, Count Vitokin, and even the Marquis of Balta and Master Lewoods, who died under the surprise attack of another demon king, but saved a shipload of people from the Victory, the flagship of the Royal First Fleet.

Enlok, one of the three heroes of Eruin, also died, and Brando sighed as he thought of the young man who was smiling as much as Cagris. He had been determined to protect theirs and the future of this kingdom.

"That Bergenin guy actually sent the little prince back," replied Brando, gritting his teeth, "did he think that he would be forgiven in this way?" ”

"No, in fact Prince Haruzer was not sent back by him." Antitina helped him straighten the buttons on his sleeves, and finally took a step back, looking relieved: "Alright, Lord Lord." ”

"Thank you, Antitina." Brando asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"I heard that it seems to be sent back by Medusa, I don't know what is going on, maybe you can ask Her Royal Highness the Princess." Seeing that Brando was still about to speak, the staff lady quickly interrupted him and said, "Okay, don't make Her Royal Highness the princess wait too long, Lord Lord—you are now the earl of the kingdom. ”

"What? Earl? So where is my fiefdom? Brando was slightly stunned, this was completely unexpected. Originally, he didn't care about this, but he blurted out when he suddenly heard it.

"Count Toniger, Lord Lord."

"Isn't that still the same?" Brando in the sun.

Then he was glared at fiercely.

……

Brando had just walked out of the Temple, which had only been halfway through the reconstruction of the Great Temple of Andruffle, and as he passed through many cloisters, he saw the crumbling walls and scaffolding, all of which were Charles' masterpieces, and of course Brando would never admit them—and then he saw Her Royal Highness the princess waiting outside.

"Your Highness the Princess."

Princess Griffiin looked back and nodded in satisfaction at the sight of his attire. "How is the Earl's health?"

"It's okay...... Her Royal Highness ...... Princess" Brando was interrupted by Princess Griffiine before he could finish his words: "Mr. Brando, the nobles of the north intend to support my brother on the throne. The Temple of Fire also intends to facilitate peace talks with the North, what do you think about this? ”

Brando was stunned, isn't that a good thing? However, he immediately reacted: "They have conditions, right?" ”

"No, they don't have any conditions, they just want us to promise the kingdom to maintain the status quo." Princess Griffiin replied quietly. Brando fell silent, and the kingdom maintained the status quo? Which status quo? This status quo of immortality and non-living?

This is unacceptable for both him and the princess.

The nobility of the north still wanted to maintain the semi-independent status quo that had been in place since Ann VII, and Brando only felt that these guys were really daydreaming.

He put away his previous joking mentality and asked coldly, "What if we don't agree?" Are they about to rebel? Will the Temple of Fire support these people behind their backs? ”

Her Royal Highness the Princess shook her head: "I'm afraid not, but even then, it's unacceptable." The North is facing the threat of war...... Reald ...... Old Legion, he handed over the White Lion Legion to you. You should know, right? ”

"What!" Brando almost jumped up: "He handed over the White Lion Legion to me?" Will anyone else agree? ”

He suddenly stopped. The Marquis of Balta is dead, and Reald is also dead on the battlefield, and if this is really the legacy of the lion, maybe the White Lion Legion will really fall into his hands.

That's the good news.

But not quite...... First of all, thank you for your recommendation. But...... I happen to have something to go out tomorrow, woo woo, Ruixiang is free, and the house is safe. If you don't come back by chance.