Free Web NovelChapter 1160: Chapter 290: Meeting_3
"I suppose old Anlek is just waiting for you all to choose the second path." Marquis Youxi replied with a smile, as if none of this concerned him.
Count Vitokin’s face alternated between red and white, and he could hardly care that his opponent compared him to a prostitute. Cold sweat dripped down his back. After a long while, he finally lifted his head to look deeply at Marquis Youxi: "So this is what you think, is that the message you want to bring to that big shot? I understand now."
Marquis Youxi shrugged: "Do you think I’m just as afraid of the Cruz people as you are, like a mouse seeing a cat?"
"Well, indeed, the Marquis isn’t afraid of anything." Count Vitokin threw down these words angrily before leaving the inner chamber in a sorry state. But as soon as he turned around, the smile on Marquis Youxi’s face turned cold, he rubbed his long fingers, and there was undisguised killing intent in his eyes.
"Lord Marquis, do you know that young man?" At this moment, the attendant beside him whispered.
"He should be the designated heir of Vitokin. I just happen to know him, he’s fought a few beautiful battles against the Tuokui Lion-men, truly perfect, a genius even. Barring any accidents, the next commander of the Black Blade Legion might just fall to him. Such a lucky one." The Marquis smiled: "If there are no accidents."
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The red tea in the white porcelain teacup had completely cooled, solidifying into an agate-like color. In the luxuriously decorated study, there were only a few people present. Soft light poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the carpet, outside were distant mountains; the light separated the people inside into two sides, with Brand and Frey on one side, and the serene Princess, standing beside her were Nemesia, Liwu, Macaro, and Ou Fuwei’er, along with a slightly balding middle-aged noble whose name Brand couldn’t recall.
The Little King of Erune’s future, the boy named Haruz, stood next to this middle-aged noble.
Since arriving in this world, Brand had the first opportunity to carefully observe the Princess. After the mysterious aura in his impressions faded, the beauty of this Half-Elf Girl became even clearer. Fortunately, he had seen quite a few beauties before, so he had a bit of immunity. Comparing in his memories, he suddenly found that in the previous life, the Princess was just a beautiful symbol in his impression, aside from her strength, resilience, and the kind of shining faith around her.
But this one in front of him was clearly more real and approachable.
If Brand were to give an assessment, she was merely a beautiful Half-Elf Girl, with silver curls shining in the afternoon sun, delicate shoulders seemingly wrapped in a layer of soft aura. However, there was a trace of imperceptible distress hidden between her brows, this girl who should be in her prime obviously shouldered too many burdens.
At least as a soul half-rooted in modernity, Brand couldn’t fathom how a girl her age could comprehend the dirtiest, darkest aspects of political struggle and willingly throw herself into it. Brand had seen some analytical topics on forums, including memoirs of the Princess, who viewed herself as a commodity, accepting the lofty honor of the Princess of Erune—a glory in others’ eyes, but a responsibility in hers.
In his past life, he never got close to this Princess, his Senior Sister once said she was a foolish child—Brand couldn’t help but curiously gaze at this astute-looking girl, was she really foolish?
In reality, Brand always kept a respectful distance from such people.
However, here, he felt an inexplicable attraction, like a moth to a flame. But after experiencing so much, Brand’s heart was no longer what it used to be. He silently observed the Princess for a while, then withdrew his gaze. In truth—Brand didn’t think the Royalists, including the current Princess, were making the correct choices.
But indeed, there was no one more suitable for the position than her in the current Erune. Brand was a lazy person; in his view, as long as he helped Erune through this difficult period without repeating history, this country should be able to last another one or two hundred years.
As for the distant future, he never considered it. There had never been a dynasty that lasted forever in the world, he just wanted to make up for his regrets in the past. Actually, he was more interested in exploring the world beyond the wilderness.
"First, I thank you for your rescue at the venue, Mr. Brand," the silence in the study was first broken by the Princess, who personally spoke with a gentle and pleasing voice, "However, I find it difficult to express thanks, the Royalists have never met you, but you’ve given us so much help, every time I haven’t had the chance to thank you, it’s truly extremely rude—"
"Elder Princess." Brand habitually spoke up.
But as soon as he spoke, he noticed Griff’s eyes lighting up on the opposite side, and most others’ expressions changed as well. Brand was slightly taken aback, remembering his mistake—the title of Elder Princess was given to the King’s sister after Haruz’s coronation when Griff was named Regent Princess, and he inadvertently said it, which was indeed a rebellious blunder.
Fortunately, the Royalists didn’t see anything wrong with it. In their view, Brand calling her that acknowledged Haruz’s position, an act of taking sides. Politics abhors unclear allegiances, and Brand’s upfront clarification of his stance won him favor from everyone, including Liwu, Macaro, and even the old Court Mage who had prejudices against him couldn’t help but nod with satisfaction.
This young man was clever and steady, managing such a method to take sides, truly worthy as the descendant of a great family, everyone thought so.
Brand, of course, didn’t know his misspoken words had caused so many misunderstandings. He gave a wry smile and continued: "What happened in Tonyger was essentially me using the Elder Princess; Elder Princess need not apologize."
"Oh, is that so?" Griff beamed, "But truth be told, we have yet to truly get to know Mr. Brand. Rumor has it outside that you are a Highland Knight, may I ask if this is true?"
Brand nodded.
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(PS Yesterday’s Chapter had a few brain-dead errors, first adding skills was only supposed to raise Thorny Crown and Flame Sun Blood to Level 10 from the original Level 5. I accidentally included Conflict Aura, which had already been raised to Level 10 by Chapter 274, and the unlocking level for mid-level skills is Level 30, not 25, this has been corrected.
The second mistake was my hand slipping, almost changing "Josen was almost killed by the Corpse Witch" to "Josen was killed by the Corpse Witch". Damn, even dreamed of Josen with a bloody face telling me he died miserably... immediately kneeled to Master Josen.
About killing for experience, there is a premise: these people were disguised as cultists, in fact, from previous Chapters you can deduce that Black Fire Sect believers, followers of Chaos, are treated as monsters and do provide experience.
In short, whatever, let’s just say they weren’t human. If you don’t stay within the proper Order Camp and choose to join the Dragon of Dusk’s side, it’s truly self-inflicted and deservedly so, must be monsters.
About compensating for yesterday’s mistakes... well... can I roll around and act cute?) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
