Chapter 348

"Ernst."

Dressed in military uniform, Connor sat above the armrest in front of the long table, stared at the map of duanjieshan fortress, and spoke to his loyal deputy commander without raising his head.

"Your Highness?"

"You look worried. Which order of mine makes you dissatisfied?"

dissatisfaction?

"Absolutely not!" the middle-aged Knight immediately turned around, lowered his head heavily, and his voice was sonorous and powerful: "I can swear to the holy cross that no soldier in the whole fortress army is dissatisfied with his Highness's orders!"

Seeing the expression of his deputy commander of the fortress, connord slowly raised his head and showed a trace of helplessness.

"Every time I encounter this situation, I can't help but envy Brandon and envy him from the bottom of my heart."

Unnoticed Ernst dreisis raised his head and saw the prince of saxophone with a sigh:

"Never worry that the people around him would rather lie than tell the truth because of his identity - at least the people around him treat him sincerely, good or bad."

"No, your highness, I really..."

"Don't explain, Ernst, I'm not blaming you." the cold looking connord reached out to stop him:

"Just as I know, you don't agree to let Brandon be the commander of this Ranger flag regiment - you and other regiment commanders think it's the result of my weakness and allowing my brother to fool around; it's not a judgment made under absolute reason and calm."

"Don't contradict, because we can't understand each other better - just like you always treat me as a nephew and even take the initiative to be my deputy; I always regard you as my uncle, Ernst."

"Your Highness..."

Ernst spoke softly, almost burying his head under the ground.

"And I also know that you don't agree with me to let Loren Turin and the illegitimate son of the welts go," connord said slowly. "You don't think I should trust them."

"That's it, your highness Connaught!"

Without hesitation, the middle-aged Knight immediately said, "these two people are just nobody. It's no problem to let them go - but you can't trust a wizard and a deserter. Even if they are the descendants of Turin family and Welz family respectively, the glorious surname can't prove anything!"

"You're right... I can't believe a wizard and a deserter, and I really don't believe them." Connor snorted coldly, his red pupils were incomparably cold:

"But this does not prevent them from feeling elated for a while and feeling that they have guessed my mind."

What does that mean... There was a confusion in Ernst's eyes.

Is it true that the release of Loren Turin and Lucien was only the intention of your highness? In fact, there are other backhands?

Or did his highness Brandon expect all kinds of actions after he arrived at the fortress of duanjieshan?!

"This matter is over, and we won't discuss it in the future." Conrad interrupted Ernst, as if he was deliberately hiding something: "since luzen has decided to leave the Corps, and the vilz family said he won't go deep into it, let him go - order the soldiers in the Corps not to mention it any more!"

"Yes, I'll tell you right away."

Although he nodded yes, Ernst didn't want to leave. He still stood in place and said hard, "but your highness Brandon, isn't it..."

"Although Brandon has always liked mischief, in fact he is still very capable - eboden's story is enough to prove this. Even if there is a problem, there is a church Knight Naze, which can at least make him return safely."

Connor frowned. "I know you're all worried, but as I said, that's the end of the discussion."

"But I don't just want to say whether your brother can complete this mission, your highness connord!" Ernst bit his back teeth and looked very excited:

"There are more important things, that kind of... That kind of very important things, but you must not participate in, or even be involved in - that's the most important mission of the search team, isn't it?!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it's definitely only once! For the sake of the Holy Cross, you must hold it, otherwise..."

"Uncle Ernst!"

Connord sighed: "Brandon said he was attacked in the camp before. You should have arranged it, didn't you - deliberately didn't directly destroy the ice werewolves and let them flee along the South Road in order to hit Brandon's guard."

"I didn't..."

"Tell me, are you worried that if this is my order, it will dirty my hands, so if Brandon really has an accident, you are ready to take all the responsibility yourself - and the elderly father can't do anything to me except hang you, because he doesn't have a third son."

"Tell me, did you think so?!"

"... yes."

Ernst replied with difficulty.

"I thank you for your honesty." connord turned his tone and looked at the middle-aged knight in front of him in awe:

"But I won't use the people around me as my victims. Brandon must die, but he will die in a sudden accident; but if it's unfortunate, let him live to the end..."

"I would never mind soiling my hands, because it is a crime that an emperor can bear!"

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"Well... I know you should all know who I am, but most of you should meet me for the first time, and I also meet you for the first time, so... Let's introduce ourselves!"

Brandon de sallion, with a child like smile under the iron crown flag, opened his arms and stared at the hundreds of heavily armed Rangers in front of him:

"I, Brandon de sallion, the second prince of the 13th generation of the Empire and a Dragon Rider. Many of you may have heard of my name, but I guess it's probably not a good word."

"As for why my notorious' disgraced Prince 'is standing here, you should know more or less - yes, I will go north with you to the land covered with ice and snow and ruled by evil gods and monsters to find out whether they have signs of invasion."

"This is bound to be a hard expedition. We have to wander around in our familiar but equally strange land to find any clues; it is not impossible even to meet the invading demon army head-on!"

The soldiers present were silent and did not respond at all.

"I knew... I don't have any talent for speech, but it doesn't matter." Brandon smiled mockingly, "because I'm not going to say empty words like 'I'll never leave any of you to die' or... 'I'll live and die with you', because it's too boring to talk too much!"

"The reason is very simple - even if you all died in the north, it is not as important as I died there alone; the nobles of the South will not know how many robes you have died on the cold land of the north in order to let them spend a warm and comfortable afternoon."

"If I die there, the Empire will have a very good excuse to gather troops and launch a real expedition to the north. Only then will those noble men really wake up and be willing to open their eyes to see this cold land!"

"So, brave and fearless soldiers, I don't care what you came to this land for, but from now on, your task is only one - try your best to live before I die."

"If you are ready to die for the Holy Cross, this is just an outpost war that is not worth boasting. No one will remember the war in the war;"

"If you still have family, remember that they are still waiting for you to go back. Even if you want to be a hero, you will die in a battle worth dying!"

The voice fell. With the friction of iron chains and gears, the gate of the fortress was slowly opened, and the earth roared by the north wind appeared in front of everyone.

Brandon de sallion's face showed a wonderful smile:

"Now, you brave gentlemen... Let's go and see what hell looks like, and then

Come back alive together! "