"So... It''s finally over."
Brandon de sallion, who took a long breath, stood outside the gate of the fortress, looked at the guards on the wall who looked at him with complex eyes, and did not forget to smile and wave at them.
None of them paid attention to him.
His royal highness, who didn''t think he was angry, shrugged... He didn''t expect that with a "life-saving grace", these Legion soldiers could change their views on themselves.
In their eyes, Conrad de Salion is the real successor of the Empire and the future 13th supreme emperor.
And myself... Just the redundant one.
Not far away, the accompanying guard was packing up the leaving carriage and salute under Edward''s command; Holding the two short swords, Lucian sat in a daze, like falling into a state of memory.
Isaac was still bickering with the little wizard as usual. It seemed that he quarreled about something again... This kind of thing was not strange when Loren was in vimpal.
"Yes, it''s over at last." the black haired wizard beside him said calmly: "although the process is different from what he thought, at least the result is good."
Of course... Just on the surface, Loren said something secretly in the bottom of his heart.
The failed "apostle" faoda, the evil gods hidden in the glacier wasteland, the dead and reborn fascists, and the deathbed entrustment of the tomb keeper... Loren suddenly felt a burst of heart fatigue.
The future road is really dark.
I have read so many novels in my last life. Every time I successfully complete an adventure, the protagonists can get a lot of good things, or go to the peak of life, either artifact or treasure
But why do you only get a lot of empty promises, plus a time bomb that doesn''t know when it will explode in place?
In this way, the good mood of ending the trip to the North immediately became a lot dull.
"Hey, how did you look so sad?" looking at the helpless black haired wizard, Brandon showed an incomparably bright smile:
"The place we are going to is Golovin, the capital of the Empire and the heart of Saxony - this metaphor may be a bit exaggerated, but it should also be one of the most interesting places in the world. Are we so unhappy?"
"Although I don''t think it''s possible, but... You don''t like it here?" the prince''s expression was like looking at a fool, with a little pity in his red eyes.
"Cough..." Lorraine coughed repeatedly at the corner of his mouth, trying to resist the impulse to roll his eyes:
"Only this I can guarantee, no, absolutely not!"
Nodding, Brandon, who was not convinced, patted his chest: "that''s good. I thought you had frozen your brain in the glacier and snow mountain... Who would like this kind of ghost place except those crazy believers and some lunatics with abnormal spirit?"
"Pubs, theatres, concert halls, cafes, markets, restaurants, casinos, arenas, horse races... I mean the whole civilization, nothing! Let me stay in this place all my life, or kill me."
“……”
Seeing the awkward appearance of the dark haired wizard''s twitching mouth, Brandon finally became serious when he coughed gently:
"However, returning to the capital of Timor, Golovin, does not mean that we are absolutely safe... The next threat will only be worse and more dangerous than in the fortress of duanjieshan."
"Under the leadership of the king of saklan, at the fortress of duanjie mountain - even if it''s only on the surface, I know very well that my dear brother will never and dare not bear the curse of killing relatives."
"But those nobles, loyal ministers to the imperial brother and those with ulterior motives will never take into account their own means in order to achieve their goals... There is no precedent for the assassination of members of the royal family."
"What we did in duanjieshan fortress also gave them an excuse and a great opportunity to do it."
The dignified Laurent looked at Brandon with a serious face and nodded silently.
No one can predict the northern invasion. The "disgraced Prince" who should not have appeared has become the hero who saved the fortress of duanjie mountain. Such an outcome may be more unpredictable than the devil.
The originally stable empire will inevitably be turbulent, and Brandon de sallion, who is about to return to Golovin, will be the target of everyone; Or take refuge in loyalty, or flatter for help, or become a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh.
"Just like in eboden, only careful and steady caution can prevent us from falling into the water." Loren said calmly:
"Even by taking advantage of this situation, your highness, who had no hope at all, can find both ways, and even become a qualified imperial successor in the eyes of others."
"Cough... That ''little bit'' is superfluous."
After rolling his eyes, Brandon looked at him angrily: "I don''t expect them to change their views on me because of such a victory... Once they are sure, it''s difficult to change their views."
"It''s like... Labels. It''s like the Church always says that wizards are evil, so most people believe that wizards are evil and don''t doubt whether they should confirm it."
Deeply convinced, Lauren nodded and sighed softly:
"It''s a pity... Your highness Brandon, there are so many ''labels'' on you, and each of them has nothing to do with'' positive comments''. It''s even harder to get them to change their views."
"Basically, apart from praying to the Holy Cross, your wizard consultant can''t think of any good way to change this."
He rolled his eyes again, and Brandon spread his hands: "my wizard adviser, is there no other way except this absolutely useless way?"
Sipping his mouth, the dark haired wizard who hesitated for a moment turned around and looked at Brandon solemnly: "there is only one way."
"Since your image has been ''deeply rooted in the hearts of the people'' in the Empire, it is superfluous for us to make up for it. On the contrary, it will look very eye-catching and even make people who have prejudices against you scoff."
"For the nobles and civilians of the saxophone Empire, Prince Connor de sallion of saxophone is a perfect successor, which is in line with the image of the Imperial Emperor in almost everyone''s mind."
"What you have to do, what you can do is to behave completely different from him, or even just the opposite! From now on, establish an image that is completely different from Conrad and the successor of the Empire!"
At that moment, Brandon''s face showed a bright smile again.
"I don''t believe that there will be people in this world who can meet everyone''s wishes, and I don''t believe that one person can meet everyone - when meeting the interests of some people, it is inevitable that another group of people will be sacrificed."
Loren took a deep breath, and his tone became more and more heavy: "so there must be another group of people in the Empire who will be dissatisfied with connord; but perhaps the number is too small, perhaps because they have no voice, or because they can''t see hope... They have to give in."
"What you need to do is to gather these small groups of people, give them enough voice, let them see hope... Let them see an heir who can be absolutely trusted and supported by them, and see that there is another possibility for the thirteen generations of the Empire, and the result is not yet known!"
Brandon, with a smile on his face, tilted his head again: "is it really possible?"
"I don''t know, maybe not at all." shrugging his shoulders, Lauren smiled, "but anyone who is human will have gambler psychology; especially when they feel that they still have a winning face and can decide to win or lose."
"We are all gamblers. We are all betting on the future... But we have no capital in our hands. We should worry about winning or losing. Those who worry about gain and loss are those who have capital, not us!"
When the voice fell, Brandon suddenly hugged his shoulder and looked carefully at his wizard adviser: "Lord Loren Turin... Do you know that when you just said those words, you were like a big villain who tried to cheat and cheat?"
"But... I like it!"