Chapter 684

With the heavy sound of the door shaft, the royal bodyguard guarding the door slowly closed the door.

There were only two lonely figures left in the empty Imperial Cabinet, sitting at one end of the long table and looking at each other at the other end of the table.

Brandon looked around in his chair. His eyes kept turning. He pretended to hum a minor in a relaxed low voice, stifled the tension and uneasiness at the bottom of his heart, and tried to calm his breathing.

Even after so long, Brandon, who was in the same room with his father again, was still walking on thin ice and did not dare to indulge in the slightest; The inexplicable and huge pressure even surpassed the time when he first met the Dragon milaxis.

Being swallowed up by the dragon is just a moment of pain. Being watched by Eckhardt desallion... You will feel naked and deprived of your inner secret and the last trace of dignity.

It's like a fish on a case board.

Just sitting in this room and ten steps away from his father, Brandon could feel the bone chilling and thick smell of blood.

"Your judgment of Loren Turin is very accurate. He is really good at surprise."

With a heavy voice, Eckhardt II stared at his youngest son: "if it weren't for him, maybe Gaspar could completely overhead the Turin family - at least win more chips for us and negotiate with Bain's thirteen leaders."

"In this way, we will have time to mobilize the troops of the whole southern principality, completely solve the war with the centaurs, and reproduce the 'great conquest' of the second generation Eckhardt I, and now..."

Eckhardt nodded, and Brandon had the illusion of suffocation with his sharp eyes; He could only look at the table and listen quietly.

"As you said, at present, the whole heavenly palace discussion about the sanctions against Bain is just arguing about an impossible thing - we need them, we have no choice, that's it."

"I guess... You must regret it now?" Brandon took a deep breath and tried his best to show a relaxed smile. "If it weren't for the original agreement with me, maybe you would have a chance to completely eliminate the scourge of Loren Turin."

"Regret?"

There was no emotion on Eckhardt II's face:

"Let me make up this lesson for you, Brandon, the most important lesson for a de sallion." Eckhart II's voice was very strict:

"Just never think about what would have happened if you could!"

Brandon was slightly surprised, but still managed to squeeze out a smile: "really? But just now, father, you were still saying, 'if' there was no Loren Turin, maybe we could reproduce the great conquest of the second generation, how about barabara..."

Before he finished, akhat II suddenly laughed.

The cold laughter lasted for several seconds, making Brandon's heart numb and creepy.

The blood red pupils exuded a real dignity, looking at another desalion with the same red pupils as him, without a trace of emotion:

"Connord... He wouldn't say that; even if he had the same idea as you, he would hide it in his heart rather than say it face to face."

"This kind of speculation with no return and high risk will not get you anything except a moment of mouth addiction, but also cause the other party's bad feeling... Your brother will never take this risk."

"And I'll never be like my brother... I'm Brandon de sallion." Brandon shrugged in self mockery:

"Be cautious, live by others' eyes, plan risks and benefits... That's not me. I will never follow anyone's heart and look at anyone's eyes."

"More importantly, what can I lose?" Brandon's voice never lacks self mockery:

"Father's favor? Sister-in-law's eyes? Aristocrats' trust? Ministers' support? Vassals and their own territory?"

"You see, I am a real Beggar Prince; people who have nothing are never afraid to lose anything!"

Eckhardt frowned slightly with a meaningful expression:

"Even after the people you trust most abandoned you and took the Principality of Byrne from you?"

"On the contrary, I think he is more lovely now." the prince's face showed a childlike smile: "in the past, Loren Turin was like... How can I describe it... Like a saint without desire and desire, which was not liked at all."

"You know he will help you sincerely. You know he won't let you down, but you don't know what he wants, but he knows what you want... This feeling is very uncomfortable."

"As for the Principality of Byrne... Yes, the governor system is completely bankrupt, but it does not mean that the situation is completely irreparable; at least Byrne under Loren Turin is willing to show friendship to the Empire; and a Duke without territory will need a lot of support from the heavenly palace if he wants to write his position."

"This is our real advantage and the best situation my dear wizard consultant has won for the Empire!"

Eckhardt II did not interrupt him and listened quietly.

"Even the Centaur war is far from irreparable." Brandon shrugged. "Indeed, if we don't expand our army, we can't draw the Legion for support at present, but the bottom card of the Empire will never be just the elite 'black wall'."

"Even now, we can still recruit archers, light cavalry and light infantry from Armand and lottel, and then transfer the Legion back from eboden to hire two or three thousand mercenaries, plus half of the guard legion, to march towards Boyi in the name of the Empire."

"Such a 'mixed Legion' of 10000 or 20000 people... Great conquest is certainly not enough, but it is enough to save the face of the Empire."

"If the Imperial Cabinet can't agree, it's too expensive..." Brandon spread his hands: "we always have a giant dragon - when the magic dragon spreads its wings, I believe the Centaur will remember how miserable the ancestors were hundreds of years ago."

Unbridled words echoed in the former cabinet, and Eckhardt suddenly showed meaningful eyes:

"Do you want real power... To end this Centaur war?"

"Of course!"

Brandon did not hide his meaning, nodded "single" and said, "of course I do, but it's impossible, right? You won't hand over the command of the guards to me, nor will the cabinet and the house of representatives agree."

"Even if I'm allowed to go, it's the same as that of eboden at most - I come quietly, walk quietly, wave my sleeves and say nothing..."

"Why?" Eckhardt interrupted him suddenly.

"Uh?"

"Why not?" the supreme emperor stared at him with sharp eyes:

"Yes, I can't hand over the Guard Corps to you; but the three regiments guarding Jufeng mountain are about to turn. I can hand over their command to you to calm the Centaur war."

"Really?!"

Brandon, an agitator, stood directly on the long table:

"You, you're not lying to me!"

"You're not worth it, Brandon de sallion." Eckhardt II's eyes became sharp again: "there's no one in this world worth cheating."

Resisting the impulse and desire to refute again, Brandon obediently jumped off the table and sat back in his chair, trying to calm his heart beating that was about to break through his chest, and pulled out a huge ugly smile from the corner of his mouth:

"I guess... It's not without cost, is it?"

"Of course, if you want to get anything, you must first prove that you are worthy... Loyalty is so, so is power." his majesty said in a deep voice, "you should use your own performance to win this rare opportunity."

"How... Win?"

In Brandon's extremely nervous heartbeat, Eckhart II's eyes became deep and incomparable again:

"I remember, you are very confident in your chess skills?"

"Well, sort of?"

"Good, then we'll last for three months." his majesty raised his right hand and stretched out three fingers: "if you win me in three months, I'll give you this chance."

"Otherwise... I will drive myself and wipe out the green sea!"