Vol 3 Chapter 90

Scene 90: Storm Convergence (4) (Second)

"He's showing us his best," Makaro replied succinctly.

"Somewhat interesting." Count Violet smiled. Although the young man acted ***, he was not reckless, it was really interesting; and the other party sent this letter at this ingenious time, it was really wonderful to him .

This is obviously no coincidence.

Baal raised his head and looked at Makaro aside, thinking that the old fox must have seen it. But what exactly does the other person want?

If you want practical support—a stationery that does n’t even qualify for a name, it ’s a bit naive. Those who can send such a letter are not so naive.

But if it is only a promise from the Wang Dang and Princess forces, how can he resolve the actual crisis that will follow?

Empty mouth white teeth can't resist thousands of soldiers--

The Earl of Violet suddenly developed great curiosity. If this young man was walking a tightrope, it would be dangerous and exciting. But what made him even more interesting was that he still couldn't see the result of one thing for the first time.

interesting.

"It's nothing more than letting us protect him from the wind and rain," Leuzi frowned. "That's a good thing, Her Royal Highness, if we promise him, it will greatly offend Count Denel."

Princess Griffin frowned, making Count Denel not a reliable ally to her, more like a knife hanging behind her.

After all, this old guy hasn't expressed his attitude. As her teacher said, if he pushes him to the eldest son of Wang instead, it would be too unwise.

"Hum, an old fox." The half-elf girl *** frowned *** slightly on her forehead.

"I don't think the young man wouldn't know this," Makaro thought, interjecting, "he and Count Jeanner are important to us-he won't know."

"Marc Luoqing, you mean--" Princess Griffin groaned slightly, her silver eyes lightened slightly. She looked at the letter on the desk.

"That being the case, why did he send this letter?" Macarro asked, "I don't think it would be used to mock our intelligence--"

This playful remark made the count of Violet smile a little.

Griffin's expression softened, too.

Only Woods snorted softly.

"That's right. The so-called" wind and rain "has two meanings," Count Baal agreed with Marcaro. "I think this young man showed his goodness to us, but he didn't mean to trust us. He knew his identity very well. . "

"Then what does he want to do?" Master Lewoods slightly raised his white eyebrows, a little puzzled. Although he was the chief court magician of Eruin, he devoted his whole life to learning more advanced magic skills, and still lacked understanding of the battle between nobles.

"What is he trying to do, hasn't he written it clearly?" The Count Violet smiled slightly.

Although Master Lewoods is not good at trying to understand people's minds, but being able to reach this step on the road of the wizard is after all a man of wisdom and wisdom, with a reminder, he came to his senses: "You mean, he wants us to admit his words?"

He frowned. Although he didn't have a good impression on the young man, he had to say that if the goodwill of the other party could be obtained in this way, the investment would still be very cost-effective.

The old man knew his identity—he was first the court mage of Eruin, the teacher of the half-elf princess, and then the wizard Lewoods. The personal likes and dislikes must be placed behind the interests of this group.

"You don't have to admit it, it's ok." Macarro is the clearest of all of Brando's intentions: "The young man's goal is very clear. It is aimed at Count Jean Denel, but he wants to avoid it. It led all the crowds to attack it. "

"But his behavior has already challenged all nobles, and no one has dared to occupy the territory of a legitimate noble. This precedent-" the old man shook his head with some anxiety.

"The young man didn't occupy it." Count Baal shook his head and said with amusement.

Macaro glanced at him, wondering why the Count Violet, who had always had no preference, favored the young man. However, he replied: "It depends on how other people understand it, and the most important thing is how we understand it. Sometimes an excuse and a naked torn face are completely different," Makaruo replied. Has the princess read the magic stone of the information? "

"I've seen it." Griffin nodded. "There is indeed Madara's army, not just a little bit," the half-elf girl snorted softly. "Let Count Denel and Madara龌龊 I don't want to ask too much, but— "

She did not finish the following, but the meaning of dissatisfaction was already obvious.

"Prepare well." Count Baal said of Brando, and he appreciated the young man more and more.

"Then let's see what benefits we can get," Macaroo said with a serious expression. "We can't give up on Count Denell. That young man knows this. But one thing surprised me."

Everyone looked at him, waiting for the cunning fox.

"He seems to see the relationship between us and Earl Jean-dénell. His meaning at this level is to make himself a pawn."

"Pawn?" Master Lewoods puzzled.

"Great!" Count Baal's eyes lit up, and he didn't even see the meaning: "This is forcing Count Denel to make a good move!"

"Yes," Makaro nodded, unlike the surprise of the Earl of Violet-he was a little shocked, not to mention how Brando had guessed about their views on the surrounding forces within the royal party, and this was it His vision for the general situation of Eruin was enough to make him secretly vigilant: "This young man shows his goodness at this moment, so that Count Denel will not know that there is no secret between the nobles—"

"So," he continued, "what do you think the old fox would think about? If he turned to Grand Duke Alec at this time, what kind of situation would he face?"

"Enemies on the back."

After listening to these words quietly, Count Violet could not help but seriously look at the two leaders who were already pale, but the style was not diminished. The former leader of the Wang Dang then could not help thinking:

Only this person can see so thoroughly. Sure enough, **** is still old and spicy.

"But is it good for him to do this?" Princess Griffin nodded his head after listening to Macaroo's approval: "I am willing to be one of our pawns. If Count Denell falls to us, we He may be abandoned at any time, and he will not understand it. "

Master Lewoods froze, and when he heard Marcello say that, the young man didn't seem to be disgusting either, but the old man hesitated: "The young man seems to have a good opinion of us, and he may not do so I ’m not willing to trust us, besides, only we can cover it for him at this time— "

Count Baal glanced at the old man, thinking that scholars are scholars, so he will never be a politician. He interfaced: "This young man wants very simple, just playing a balance game. He is in the standing team, and believes that Denel will not vote for us-"

"A good gambler." A voice came from outside the door, and the knight outside opened the door and let an aristocrat in a mink coat walk in.

The familiar face Macaro froze a little-Overwell, when he was still in the royal party, the other party was just a smart and capable young man.

But at this moment, the original young face and anger had receded, and his temperament became more stable and sharp.

Overwell glanced at Marcaro, bowed slightly to the princess, "His Royal Highness," and then said hello to Marcaro, "Master Marcaro."

It should be said that Overwell's status in the royal party has been faintly higher than that of Makaro who is always in the wild, but the modest attitude of the other party has greatly benefited Makaro.

He nodded and smiled. "Master Overwell."

"You're welcome," Sir Wolf raised his head, and replied, "continuing the previous topic. I think Lord Marcaro and Count Baal have made a good analysis, but when asked what the young man wanted, I had a sentence To say-- "

The room calmed down.

Everyone's eyes were on this uninvited guest, especially Princess Griffin. Because only she knew that only the wolf Sir knew the young man named Brando best.

Feverwell looked around for a week and smiled: "Some people have no value as pawns and are mediocre. Some people unconsciously become pawns of others. This is a fool."

"But like this young man who took the initiative to be our pawn, this is a chess player."

"Chess player?"

"Yes, even if it only controls one chess piece, but it can also be called a chess player. But in this game, he has stood at a height with us." Overwell stopped: "He's a pawn, why don't we just have more resources."

Everyone was silent.

"So Overwell, you mean he's going to be involved in this game, too," and even the half-elf girl felt a little weird, and she took a soft breath: "Isn't this empty gloves?" White wolf, that's too irritating. "

"Yeah," Sir Wolf shook his head, and saw the helplessness in the eyes of the sly fox Macaroo: "The frustration is that we have to choose to accept, because his proposal is the most favorable option for us. . "

"Cunning fellow." Master Lewoods shook his head and suddenly felt that he should not be involved in the discussion. He has a forehead.

"So what should we do?" The old man asked a little tiredly.

"Just with the slime." Sir Wolf gave his final voice. "The rest—"

He smiled slightly: "Just watch that little guy acting."

Performance?

Everyone felt incredible, and even Eco, who had the most confidence in Brando, couldn't help worrying. One is a young man who has nothing, and the other is an old and powerful, powerful Count Jean de Nell.

Perhaps there was a silver elf behind Brando, but the silver elf had made it clear that he would not get involved in the dispute within Eruin.

So where does his confidence come from?

Of all people, only Princess Griffin thoughtfully looked at another report on the table. There was only one simple sentence written in that report:

Tonigel, Sir Mintai's defeat-