The Eighty-Seventh Storm Gathers (the fifth update, so stay tuned)

Brando is indeed ready to play big once.

After a series of encounters in the mines of Shavlund, silver breathes life into the realm like blood in a vein.

At the same time, the benefits of the Runedwarf Sanctuary were far beyond anyone could have imagined, and Brando soon found himself with the strength to take on a bigger challenge.

But it's not just the challenge -

Because challenges also symbolize opportunities, just as risks and benefits always coexist. At this time, Brando set his sights further north, and he decided to give the nobles a bigger voice.

A voice about the rise of an emerging power.

As part of the whole plan, this new force must prove itself to the ancient kingdom as much as possible, whether it is a warning to the enemy - or confidence to potential allies.

Brando considered that his letter was almost due to be delivered to Princess Griffyne.

Whatever the reason, or with his considerations, the news of Sir Mintai's fiasco finally reached the first to reach the Earl of Jean Denel.

Of course, it also spread to the Wang Li Cavalry Academy, and the mahogany desk in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess-

The half-elf princess, with her slender and thick eyelashes drooping slightly, sat upright in a red velvet long-backed chair, looking at the two reports on her desk—a letter and a piece of information written on parchment, to be exact—she wore a well-cut military uniform today, but this special silver military uniform set off the girl's delicate, soft and delicate curves, and only added a soldier's strictness and heroism to this weakness.

Griffiin didn't speak, her pale silver eyes blinking only slightly. After a long moment, she tapped her fingers lightly on the tabletop before she came back to her senses from this rare state of preoccupation.

She looked up.

Nimesis and Overwell weren't here, but there was a different group of people standing at their desks. In fact, she only recognized one of them, the half-elf princess nodded to the old man.

"Teacher."

The old man in the scholar's robes was none other than the court master Leigh Woods, who did not face the arrogance of Brando at this moment, but saluted respectfully.

Her Royal Highness was his most proud disciple, but at the same time the hope of the revival of the royal party, and although he had absolute authority in imparting knowledge, at this time he had to show the humility of a courtier.

"Your Highness the Princess."

Princess Griffiin smiled slightly, her gaze swept over the others. She hadn't seen any of them, but she recognized them one by one.

The only young man, in good spirits, but a little overwhelmed, was Eco.

The middle-aged man standing quietly beside the young man, although he had been weathered, still maintained that aristocratic temperament - the half-elf girl remembered that she had seen each other when she was very young, and she thought that this should be Makaro.

Foxy Macaro.

Former leader of the royal party.

Then next to him, the palm is slender, and at first glance it is a man who has been practicing swordsmanship for a long time. Griffiin smiled slightly, this is the crosshand buga.

The last one, no doubt, was the rumored aristocrat who was out of the ordinary, the Count Violet. Although the half-elf princess had never seen Baal, she had heard of the other party's name.

Her gaze lingered on the four of them one by one, and with the clues from the previous reports and her own meticulous observation, she recognized these famous guests without being introduced by Lee Woods.

The son of the Grand Duke of Lantonilan, the heir of the current generation of the Cross Sword, the former leader of the royal party, and the Count of Baal, known as the cunning fox of this generation.

These people are indeed famous.

Especially the youngest Eco.

Although Lantonilan was only a small duchy on the border between Ampesel and Anlek, in the current situation, the support of the Grand Duke of Lune was of paramount importance to Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Fortunately, the Archduke Lantoni and the Archduke of Anlek have always been at odds, and this disagreement has long since risen to the level of enmity.

Griffine's gaze lingered on Eco's face for a second.

This special treatment made the young man blush, and he had not yet adapted to his former status—anyone who suddenly went from an unknown mercenary to a nobleman of eminent stature would be stunned.

What's more, he didn't expect this rumored princess to be so beautiful.

As a half-elf, known as the most brilliant jewel in the crown of Eruin, there is a special beauty in the temperament of Her Royal Highness Princess Griffiin - as if with a kind of elven coldness, but also human affinity.

The combination of two diametrically opposed temperaments can easily make a person who sees her for the first time excited.

Although he is still young, he already has the potential to conquer the country and the city.

"Mr. Eco," the half-elf girl began, "and Makaroqing, Count Baal, and Mr. Buga, I'm glad you are here at this time to support the royal family of Corkova—"

She opened her mouth to reveal the identities of several people one by one, which obviously surprised several people.

But only Makaro was a little happy, and it seemed to him that this princess was indeed as good as rumored, and that the Corkova royal family had such an heir, which made him feel that his hope was not so slim.

This cunning fox has always believed that the role of people is the greatest, but people's hearts are as important as manpower, and the eldest son of Wang is impulsive and does not like him. Now seeing this princess, he felt a lot more relieved.

But for some reason, Macaro suddenly thought of another young man at this time.

He hurriedly shook his head and drained the experience from his memory.

The Count Violet on the side remained silent, and he looked at the two reports on the princess's desk from a distance. He was not interested in the kind words of Her Royal Highness the princess, and it was not difficult to determine their identities, and if Princess Griffiin couldn't even do this, it would be too sorry for the rumors about her.

On the contrary, he was very interested in why Her Royal Highness the princess had read the two reports so intriguedly. It was rare for him to show his feelings like Her Royal Highness the Princess, but when they came in just now, the princess was almost looking at the two reports with her cheeks on her cheeks.

While watching, he was still smiling slightly.

The Count of Baal bet that Her Royal Highness the princess must not even realize that she was laughing.

It's kind of interesting

The other of the nobles said to himself in his heart.

However, he did not speak rashly, although he was eclectic, he was not a reckless stunned young man. At this time, it was not his turn to speak, he looked at Leo Woods, and sure enough, the old man had already spoken:

"Your Highness the Princess, please don't say that, the old minister is in fact a little later than expected," replied Lewoods, bowing his head, "because there have been some delays on the way—" He raised his head and asked, "May I ask Your Highness the Princess, what is the situation in the north now?" ”

"It's cloudy."

Princess Griffiin glanced back out the window, and used a simple but apt word to describe the movements of the Dukes' coalition forces in the north—

"Their lobbyists have entered Ampesel, and it looks like they're almost going to talk to the greedy businessmen."

"Isn't there a plan for a countermeasure?" Macaro asked.

Everyone looked at him, but the experience of more than ten years of training outside still changed this former cunning fox, and he became much more practical, and no longer followed the rules of aristocratic circles.

Because under normal circumstances, it is not his turn to speak yet.

But for this reason, Griffith's silver eyes lit up slightly, and unlike others, Her Royal Highness the princess admired such talents more.

"I've asked Princess Magdal, you know that she has a lot of contacts and a close relationship with the Temple, and she may be able to turn the tide." The half-elf girl replied.

"Is that the nun princess?" Lee Woods asked tentatively.

The half-elf girl nodded.

"Is there protection arranged?" "At this stage of the struggle, every action of both the enemy and the enemy has almost become transparent, and as soon as Princess Magdal leaves this place, I am afraid that she will be intercepted—"

Griffiin smiled even more.

"Naturally, Nimesis will lead the team herself."

Buga raised his eyebrows, Nimesis was the daughter of Lady Miller and was related to the Grand Duke of Rune. And he had met the other party once a long time ago, when the other party was still a little girl, but her swordsmanship talent was already amazing.

He thought that after so many years, the other party should also grow into an excellent swordsman.

Buga knew Nimesis, and Macaro was no exception. When he heard the name, he was visibly relieved, but he still said, "Although Mrs. Miller's daughter is excellent, she is still a student of the academy after all, and I think Your Highness the princess needs a more experienced leader-"

Princess Griffiin nodded, "That's why I didn't let them go immediately, but waited for you to arrive." ”

Macaro paused in surprise.

He and Buga glanced at each other, and admired the princess's impregnable arrangement. Buga immediately took a step forward, pressed one hand on the sword and replied, "No resignation." ”

The half-elf girl nodded.

There was silence in the room, although there was another secret agreement between the Grand Duke of Rune and the royal family of Corkova, but such a thing was obviously not appropriate to talk about at this time.

But everybody felt as if there was nothing else to talk about besides this matter.

The pressure in the north is getting tighter and tighter, although everyone looks normal on the surface, but they still feel a little urgent in their hearts, and naturally they are not in the mood to talk about some anecdotes between nobles.

The half-elf princess was a little more open, and she smiled at her guests: "Everyone, sit down, why don't you talk about something lighter?" I've been hearing bad news every day for days—"

"Tell me about some of your interesting things along the way, if I'm not mistaken, Mister Eco seems to have been a mercenary, right? This is a unique and remarkable experience among our nobles—" said Princess Griffiin, glancing at Macaro, evidently complimenting him as well.

"Besides, I remember that Mr. Lewoods has always been punctual, and this time it is obviously not a small trouble, can you tell me about it?"

She asked in a relaxed tone.

Eco was now in a state of fugue, where he could only be speechless to answer the princess's words. It was Master Lewoods who spoke first:

"That's right, Your Highness Princess, we did have a little trouble—"

"Speaking of which, it has something to do with golden apples"

Golden apple.

The half-elf girl felt her heart pound, and her attention suddenly focused. The subtle change in the Princess's expression was hidden from almost everyone, but only the Count of Baal took it into view.

The unusual nobleman raised an eyebrow.

……

(P.S. Hi man, don't sue me you don't believe it's true, bigger surprises are yet to come. However, it seems that your support is not strong.)