Act 2 Letter(2)

"Silver Elf?" Brando leaned over and held his chin with one hand, "Of course, but the friendship with the Silver People is one of the last trump cards I can use. I will try my best not to use it until the last moment. Throw this card out." He asked, "Are there any more?"

Antitina saw the lightly yellowed letter paper written by the young lord - except for sheepskin and papyrus, most of Tonigel's papers came from some kind of 'paper tree' in the Golan-Elsen region in the south. The locals call this tree ‘Duvekin’, which means the tree that produces gold. Most of these papers are sent to the wealthy provinces of Ampersel, Sifach or Corcovado. But now, this trade relationship has been unilaterally interrupted due to the impending civil war - this made the girl blink her eyes and think of the current situation. "Sir," she raised her head: "Do you want -?" At this point, she suddenly frowned: "But even if the princess is weak, she may not like us. Besides, compared to us Come on, the royal party is obviously not willing to offend Count Jean Denel."

"That's right, Antitina," Brando folded the second piece of letter paper and crumpled it into a ball. "But what if it's not borrowing force, but unloading force?" He said while He said while throwing the paper ball out.

"Release force?"

"This letter is indeed written to Her Royal Highness Princess Grifiine Corcova Odyss," Brando replied. "The meaning is to allow us to find a glimmer of hope from the airtight pressure. Take a breather." He inverted the tip of the pen, pushed the quill and the letter paper flatly together, and pushed them in front of the noble girl, "you write."

"A letter to Her Royal Highness the Princess?" Antitina took the pen and paper, took a breath, and pressed the tip of the pen on the paper: "How to write?"

"You decide the format, write the content like this," Brando snapped his fingers, "Written on the 17th of the Autumn Moon in Tonigel, Fir Barony - Ziqi Griffin Corcovado. His Highness Defes. During the battle the night before yesterday, Mada's undead army from the side of 'Black Lord' Instaron bypassed the four southern territories and launched a sneak attack on Fir Castle - not only causing heavy casualties, but also During the battle, Baron Grudin also died for his country. As a pioneer knight of the kingdom and lord of the Valhalla region, I feel that I have the obligation to temporarily take charge of the local defense. Work. After a night of fighting, the undead have been driven back. However, in order to prevent the undead from invading again, from today on, I will temporarily take charge of the defense and administrative work here." He paused, "until the new lord is personally appointed by Her Royal Highness the Princess. Before arriving——"

Brando saw the noble girls immersed themselves in writing seriously, and the tips of their pens rustled like whispers in their ears.

“Continue,” he said, “and I will question Lord Denel’s responsibility here, why he concealed the news that Instaron’s undead army was staying in the south, and why he allowed Madara’s army to pass through silently. The dereliction of duty of the four leaders. Secondly, I hope to gain understanding from Her Royal Highness the Princess. Finally, I enclose a magic stone recording images of the battlefield to prove the authenticity of what I am saying below.

"

Antitina was slightly startled and raised her head, "Magic stone?" She asked, "Where did this come from?"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door——

The young lord raised his head and said yes, and the door opened. The one who came in was Fro, the elder sister among the wild elf sisters - the girl looked up at the two people in the room, and then walked to Brando. "Lord," she replied plainly, while placing a gray-white stone ball with fine patterns on the surface in Brando's hand, "what you want." Miss Elf was wearing a corseted leather armor today, with a A simple short-term, thin golden braid is tied behind the head, and the whole person looks natural and capable.

"Have you checked?" Brando asked.

Flo nodded.

Antitina recognized that what Fuluo was holding was the 'magic stone' - a magic item made by Buga's wizard craftsmen using mysterious magic skills. It can record and transmit image information. In fact, long before the establishment of the Silver Alliance, wizard craftsmen discovered a kind of quartz that could record image data in a short time (within one or two days). However, the people of Silver introduced them into the magic circle to create a quartz that could record images within dozens of seconds. The 'magic stone' that preserves data during the year; magic stone is not uncommon, but the noble girl took a closer look at the young man - "The lord prepared all this before yesterday," she thought in her mind, "Although the lord is impulsive, But not reckless..."

Brando put away the stone ball, and then said to Antitina: "With this letter, it depends on the reaction of His Royal Highness Griffith Corcova Odyss, but Her Royal Highness the Princess is a Smart person, I’m sure she’ll take advantage of this opportunity.”

"Are you familiar with Your Highness the Princess?" The noble girl grasped the focus of the question with her unique keenness, "Lord?"

"A girl who can leave the undercurrent of Corcova alone, sneak back to her own territory all the way, and use the power of the royal party to oppose her brother, is this kind of mind not mature enough?" Brando turned around and replied, "Antitina, don't forget that she is not yet sixteen years old this year," he paused, "to take a step back, the people around her will not be deaf or blind. They will not be royalists who have experienced palace struggles. You won’t be able to see the meaning behind this letter.”

He took the letter from Antitina and flicked it. "Let Count Denel be on both sides of the fence, swinging between the local faction and the old and new royal parties. All parties are happy to see a variable like us appearing to put pressure on him," Brando replied, "So this The key to the letter is not whether what is written on it is true, but how true it can appear. Obtaining this letter is an opportunity for the Royal Party to force Earl Denel to express his position——"

"When you are weak, it is certainly a good idea to choose to become pawns," Antitina frowned, "but once Earl Denel turns to the royal party, we will become abandoned pieces——"

"It's not that simple," the young lord shook his head, "Count Jean Denel is an old fox, cautious by nature, and cannot be easily manipulated by one party. His character is indecisive, and once he is under pressure, his anger will be replaced by vigilance. In this way Come, at least for the time being, our pressure will be relieved. But in the long run, as long as there is a chance to breathe, there will be variables for us -" He raised the letter and replied: "In the final analysis, strength determines destiny."

The noble daughter glanced at him, but then lowered her eyelids. Brando told them privately that he was just a pioneer knight, but how could a pioneer knight possibly know so many secrets. Only those children of nobles who have received specialized education can have a thorough understanding of the family tradition and character of the nobles. Although the mysteries about the young man were revealed one by one, Antitina became more and more convinced that there must be a story about him.

Not just her, I'm afraid most people who follow Brando think so.

"But we killed his son," the wild elf girl was a little confused and asked, "That's it?"

"For a long-established nobleman, compared with status and power, heirs are nothing." Antitina replied quietly, "Grudin is not Jean Denel's only descendant, but out of family honor , he will not give up. No matter the time, sooner or later, we will always face the army from Gendenel."

Brando nodded in agreement with the noble girl's words. "The chess pieces must also have the value of existence," he replied: "We need to let Her Royal Highness see that we can put pressure on Count Jean Denel. If we don't even have the ability to stand on our own, no one will be willing to do it." You are a risky investment."

"Venture capital?"

"Just like a gambler placing a bet," Brando explained, "a good gambler doesn't just believe in luck."

Both girls nodded, indicating that they understood. But Brando put down the letter, opened the drawer and took out another letter, and said to Antitina: "Also, Antitina, copy this letter again."

The noble girl was startled.

"This letter is for Leto and the others. Next we will have a battle with Grudin's retainers and Count Gendenel." The young lord replied, "The only mercenaries I can rely on now are the mercenaries outside. , it is still unknown whether they are reliable." He glanced outside the door, "You know, I don't like to rely on uncertain factors, so I need them to give up their original plan and come here to join me."

Antitina opened the letter and read the contents, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. She thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and asked: "Those people in Green Village, how do you plan to resettle them?"

This is also what Brando has been thinking about. He can see that the werewolves are willing to follow him, but they dare not speak due to their low status. But he didn't care about this. Green Village had a population of more than three hundred. Because of the werewolves' natural physique and the ability to survive in the harsh black forest, most of these people were at the Black Iron level. Not to mention other factors, it can be regarded as a powerful boost. So he thought for a while, "The Eruin people may not be able to accept the Seniya people for a while," he replied, "The only way is to let them return to Green Village temporarily. When I find that place, I will need a lot of population--"

"That place?" Both girls were stunned.

"A fantasy country called Valhalla, you will understand soon," Brando pointed on the table with his finger, "By the way, what are those druids about. I haven't asked you yet, Antiti Na."

"That's just a coincidence," Antitina replied: "I didn't expect the villagers of Green Village to come when I encouraged them. But I thought-"

She raised her head and looked at Brando.

"They are here to find Fonia."

"Funya?"

Brando frowned slightly.

(pS. It’s almost straightened out, and it will break out tomorrow. I asked twice for the monthly ticket, and found that I was kicked out a lot. I continue to ask for subscriptions and recommendations.) (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log in, there are more chapters, support Author, support genuine reading!)