Vol 5 Chapter 129

There were no lights in the entire fleet, like dark fish schools floating above the night sky. The moonlight occasionally passed through the clouds, sprinkling the clear glow to the undulating sea, and the shadow of the fleet was reflected on the waves. The silver sails are bright and dark from time to time, as if sparkling silver light flickers. The entire fleet sails mid-air rumblingly, but the more so, the night seems more and more silent, and the entire vast and noble inland sky seems to be shrouded in this. Under a strange atmosphere.

The drawing room air was also a bit silent. Several large maps of the entire empire and the map of the surrounding areas of the sublime inland sea were spread out on the table, with a black leather sheathed dagger pressed on the corner of one side and a six-pointer on the other side. Instrument or similar. There were chairs around the table, and Marjorie, Shire, Efram, Count Alcons, and their spokesperson, who were nominated by the nobles, sat around the table. Brando sat above him, with Yuta, the head of the mercenary regiment standing behind him, and Hipamil with a scepter.

The ladies did not want to be crowded with these men, so they stood a little farther and watched the men discussing things from a distance. In fact, other women except Qiyala and Oni were not interested in such a boring meeting. Enid was the little princess who accompanied the Sirifah family, and Judy was with Oni. Get used to it, after all, this little girl is less than eleven years old and still afraid of being alone.

There was a young man standing in the middle of the crowd. He was wearing a captain's costume: a straight blue-grey coat, a golden fringe hanging on the shoulder badge, a belt, light gray breeches and black boots, and a pair of white gloves. On the map, he said, "Lord Lord, our priority now is to determine the route. Such a large fleet cannot always drift on the sea. Provisioning is a big problem. So we have to find a suitable target port. This place must be It has the following conditions: first, it must be able to accommodate our fleet, second, it must be able to provide us with sufficient supplies for a long time, and third, and the most important point, this port's attitude towards us, this is also The first two guarantees. "

"It can accommodate a fleet like ours. At least it must have the qualification of a first-class port. There are not many such ports around the lofty inland sea." Efram replied a little, the cabin was so hot that the duke's heir The sweat on the forehead and the fat around the neck was full of glittering sweat, and the robe made of silk was soaked with a large piece. The maid kept fanning him with a fan, but it didn't help. The sweat was like a waterfall. Crossflow. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and continued: "Only in the lush commercial areas of Cape Bay and Metz. There are only such ports. I thought about it. The closest to us should be Emma and Jinling. , Fattan ... "

He wasn't as brash as other aristocratic children, on the contrary he was a little timid, and he didn't know if it was because he had been in contact with family business too much, and became infected with the careful habits of businessmen. After he wiped a sweat, he frowned and worried: "Master, the anchor with first-class port qualifications. Most of them can support our fleet for a long time. But the problem is that Cruzians may not be assured that our fleet can enter Their port. My lord, you originally-- "

Brando certainly knows what this cautious guy is going to say. It was because they thought that Brando had only a few boats in his hands. The relationship between the Efram family in the empire was only to find those business partners in the past. Take care of one or two, and you can easily resolve the issue of docking and replenishment in Hong Kong. But let Cruz be blind. Putting such a huge fleet into the port, or even just passing through the waters near the port, is no small matter, and his original relationships may not be useful.

This is also the trouble that the Bugatians are looking for. Why would Brando think of such a huge fleet that arrived in the Empire, but of course he wouldn't let Efram tell the rest of the words, interrupting each other with a wink: "I know, you don't have to worry You just need to inform your friends in advance and reassure them, lest Cruz people think we are their enemies. "

"Really ..." Afram murmured in his heart, thinking it was so simple? Suddenly, such a large fleet that does not belong to its own side suddenly appeared in the empire. I am afraid that the Cruzians in charge could not even sleep well. What to say is assured, it is taken for granted.

It's just that Brando has already established the right to say the best in the ambassador since these days, so these doubts can only rot in his stomach, and he will never rashly say anything.

Brando's gaze swept across the yellowed maps, and his gaze moved along the rugged coastline of the lofty inland sea, as if considering, after a short while, he directly clapped and decided, "Let's go to Fattan."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and everyone was searching for their final destination in the eyes of the young count.

The two Cruz nobles are obviously more familiar with their homeland. Fattan is located in the province of Eimbronn, at the mouth of the Jinzhan River. It lies near the short-maned mountains in the east and is located at the westernmost point of the Mez area. It is the northern portal of the Evergreen Walkway. This is the heartland of the northwestern region of the empire. Fattan Port is the center of this area and one of the largest ports in Simez. Count Alcons glanced at the map and frowned, "Isn't it too close here?"

Brando glanced at him, and understood that the other side meant that the port of Fattan was too close to the Evergreen aisle, afraid that the army of the Gengandigan would go all the way north after breaking through the fortress of Asa. After all day fleeing life, I finally had a chance to catch my breath, so I no longer want this kind of experience to come again.

He shook his head slightly.

In fact, the reason why choosing Port of Fattan was by no means a temporary decision. Tulaman already chose the port for them. Although the Bugatians did not say why, Brando believes that the other party must have some information. Some sort of taboo cannot be so straightforward. He can even guess boldly that the people of silver may have used their monitoring stations above the earth, so at such a sensitive time, Tulaman could only choose such a subtle way to remind him.

At the moment, this brief meeting is nothing more than covering the eyes and ears of Cruz nobles. Brando replied: "Earl. The White Legion is still on the Evergreen aisle, and the army of the Jordanian is not so easy. Break through this line of defense. Take a step back and say that if the White Army can't stop them, there will be no safe place in the entire Metz area. You can't let us go directly to the heart of the empire, right? "

Count Alcons frowned, and he could hear the young Count's words. Not to mention he also understands what it means for such a huge fleet to sail directly to the empire's heartland. At that time, I am afraid that whether they are with good intentions or carelessness, they will be greeted only by the Royal Cruz fleet and the flying guard of the imperial capital. A horse head strike.

"So," the other Cruz aristocrat present is the common representative of other aristocrats outside Port Rune. This is a good-looking gentleman, but he now looks more nervous than Count Alcons: "Why do we Don't go to Cape Bay? "

The real reason not to go to Cape Bay, is that Turaman warned him in advance that the nobles who knew it on the battlefield of the last battle. Today, most of them are rooted in this area. Needless to say, these people must be surrounded by her Majesty's hardcore. And in these decades, the Silver Queen has never reused the nobles in this area, only to let them firmly hold the empire's navy. This message made Brando more vigilant than Her Majesty's attention to these nobles.

Obviously, Constance sees these people as an important helper behind them, and will not be put on the table until the critical moment. Also known as the hole card. Knowing this, Brando would naturally not stupidly hit the opponent's net. Of the Cape Bay and Mez regions, it is clear that the former cannot be relied upon in any case.

But at the moment we can't say that.

Brando glanced at the man, and the other side's problem was not unexpected, but fortunately, these Cruzians had not started to suspect anything, but only instinctively wanted to stay away from danger. He smiled slightly and replied with a brave answer: "Actually, the two don't have to worry about that much. By virtue of my fleet alone, the Gengans have no way to take us. The threat to us is even more imperial. Army, the two did not want to escape the danger, but died in their own hands for no reason? "

"Here is the heartland of the Empire. Everything must be cautious. I chose Fattan because of many factors. First of all, I don't want to conflict with the Imperial Navy, and I don't want your Her Majesty to feel too nervous. To be honest, the following is just the head of a small envoy. If you do n’t encounter the current situation, you would never want to make it so troublesome. So let ’s not complicate the situation further, two What do you think? "

Count Alcons thought for a moment, and felt that it was the same thing, but he really sniffed Brando's ‘below is just a head of a small envoy’. Has there ever been such an envoy? Almost without driving the fleet directly into the imperial capital, forced the palace to Her Majesty. He couldn't help thinking about it here, wondering where the empire had offended this **** guy fiercely, otherwise why could the other party be so arrogant? He thought for a while, then nodded slowly and accepted Brando's statement.

And the remaining gentleman, in fact, is based on Alcons' horse, and naturally it is not good to put forward other opinions. After a few more discussions, the two sides basically determined some details afterwards. In fact, there was nothing about these Cruz nobles. Brando's requirements for them were basically as long as they did not cause trouble, but this feeling made Count Alcons Feeling very uncomfortable, so he still offered to wait until Fatan, he can come forward and use some relationships, at least to let the Cruzians guarantee the supply of their fleet.

Of course, he also considered this because of his own safety. After all, Brando's fleet is currently his only amulet.

After determining the route, the Cruz aristocrats who had been nervous for a whole day finally relaxed, and only at this time, tiredness suddenly returned to these noble adults who were well-respected and respected on weekdays. After a full day of fear and fear, after witnessing a battle and tossing back and forth, even a figure like Count Alcons couldn't help feeling a little dizzy, and soon left the rest.

After the Cruzites left one by one, Brando immediately took off his relaxed appearance and became serious. He ordered all members of the ambassador to stay, and this was the meeting place. It was chosen in the captain's room.

The captain's interior of the Akhenaten was quite spacious and luxurious, and all members of the ambassador's accommodating group were not intimidating, but at this moment the atmosphere in the room was a little dignified, and a strange silence lingered around everyone. Efram was still sweating hard, but his maid was gone, and Ouni frowned. Still biting her lower lip, she took a subconscious glance at Marjorie next to her. Only the young sergeant stood calm among all the others. The latter stood there firmly, his eyebrows still, like a waiting general. A soldier giving orders. Not far away, the captain of the Akhenaten took a curious look at this side, thinking who this is, is it the lord of the Lord, but he has never seen it before.

Marjorie's side. It was the other ladies in the ambassador, Enid and Judy both looked very nervous. The Count of Yanbao was slightly better, but also immersed in the previous shock, and never returned. Only Princess Magdalen was calm and arrogant. The expression on Qiara's face next to her was very complicated, sometimes raising an eyebrow and sometimes showing a weird smile, but on the whole it was an eyebrow. At first glance, people know that it is a character who is afraid of chaos in the world.

After being silent for a while, someone finally broke the deadly atmosphere.

Opening is Ouni: "Sir, leader. I ... We believe you will not open your mouth, but you are saying too much ... Too much ..." She originally wanted to say too much, if it was early Two months ago, she promised to call out like this. But before she knew it, Brando had established an image of authority in the hearts of these people, even though she was reluctant to admit it. But this has actually been recognized subconsciously. This impolite word turned around a few times in her mouth, and still couldn't say it.

Brando looked at these people, and he chose to tell them the truth about Turaman to himself, not frankly, but at this time of the day. He needs at least the support and recognition from his own country. What he has to do now is to control the Cruz aristocracy so that they will not cause trouble. It is not enough to rely on him alone to do this. He needs the help of others.

And these Eruin nobles in the mission were the help he could rely on. In fact, it was not until this moment that Brando had the first sense of identity with the aristocracy of this kingdom. These young noble descendants have not been completely affected by the rules of their fathers. The brilliance of freedom and ideals bloomed in their bodies, a vitality incompatible with this decaying and ancient kingdom.

"I believe you can judge for yourself whether I'm saying true or false." Brando simply replied.

Onni stopped talking. If Brando had told them these things for the first day, they might still have doubts, but in fact, the head of the regiment was very prescient when they broke through the defense of the Georgian Army. The ground warned them that the dragons might have something to do with the Silver Queen. With this level of suspicion, and then connected to the truth heard today, all the clues were connected, and all the problems were solved.

In fact, they already recognized this statement in their hearts, just because it was too shocking and could not reverse the original understanding of the world for a while.

But a moment later, the sergeant who stood like a javelin opened his mouth: "Master Lord." He said in a deep voice.

For a moment, Brando froze. He suddenly realized that Marjorie called him Lord Lord, not Lord Head of other populations. He couldn't help looking at the other with some doubt.

"Master Lord," Marjorie replied, "If you have any order, please tell me. I am a soldier and know what to do at this time."

Brando glanced at this guy in surprise. He thought he was going to persuade Oni first, but he didn't realize that it was the dumb guy who usually talked first. He nodded slightly, and looked at the others, "What about you?"

"... Master, we ... are we going to fight the empire?" Enid asked with a little fear.

"No," Brando shook his head. "But we're probably going to fight with Her Majesty, but you don't have to worry too much. We may not be fighting alone."

"Sir, you mean that someone will help us?" Efram stammered.

"I'll know by then." Brando stared at the huge map of the whole empire hanging on the wall of the captain's room, and stared at the location of Fattan Harbor. Then he changed his tone and gave the order: "Marjorie, Everam, then it's your real order, listen—"

Both were subconsciously.

"When the fleet arrives at Port Fattan, your task is to take over the port immediately." Brando bit the word 'takeover' heavily: "By peaceful means or by force."

He looked up, his eyes bright as if to ignite a flame: "Do you understand?"

The two young men were there at the same time.

…… (To be continued ...)