But the Kingdom seems unable to see this, and its rule over these mountain people has beco increasingly harsh.
Count Jandener simply listened to this guest recount their difficulties, always maintaining a smile without expressing any opinion. To soone of his age, a smile made him appear like a kind old man, but the guest sitting below would never dare to think so—those who did often t with unpleasant ends.
As the mountain people's envoy reached the endpoint of his account and was about to present his request, the bell to Count Jandener's left began to ring at just the right mont.
The Count's expression slightly changed; for the first ti that afternoon, he couldn't maintain his smile.
He couldn't rember the last ti he had received urgent intelligence.
The old man frowned slightly, stood up. However, he didn't appear rude at all, instead politely nodding apologetically to the guest and saying, "Apologies, please wait a mont while I step out."
"Please, my Lord," the envoy stood up, fearful and respectful, without any hint of dissatisfaction.
The old Count left the study, opened the door, and entered the adjacent room, imdiately seeing his staff and deputy waiting for him. In front of his long-ti deputy, Count Jandener did not maintain his usual expression but instead imdiately asked with a stern face, "What's going on?"
"It's related to Tonyger," the staff replied.
"Is it still that matter from last ti?" The Count took a silver snuff bottle from a servant beside him and sniffed it, "That useless person still hasn't dealt with it? It's been half a month!"
The old noble said sowhat angrily.
"There's new intelligence this ti, brought by Sir Pallas."
"Pallas?"
Count Jandener paused for a mont. Although Pallas was a house servant of Gruding, he was also his old subordinate, together they participated in the November War—though only during the last few small skirmishes. Count Jandener's most trusted confidants were almost entirely developed during that ti.
Given Pallas's unwavering loyalty to him and his family, Count Jandener did not doubt him. Hearing that it was news from this old knight, he imdiately cald down and asked,
"What did he say?"
The staff didn't answer but handed him the letter.
...
"Brand?"
Princess Griffine's slender eyebrows finally moved slightly upon hearing this na, and a hint of surprise flashed in her pale silver eyes.
The surprise existed only montarily in the girl's expression before she frowned again, "That young man told you his na is Brand?"
The Half-Elf Princess slightly raised her eyelashes, looking at the guests in front of her:
"Generally, people in such situations wouldn't easily reveal their true identity."
"That's for most people," Count Bari interrupted for the first ti, pressing his hand to his chest and slightly bowing, "But I think he is not an ordinary person. A person who has such close ties with the Silver Elf surely cannot be ordinary, respected Princess."
Princess Griffine crossed her slender fingers, placing them upon her chin, and thought deeply for a mont:
"Golden Apple, Silver Elf, Dragon Clan Magic, Highland Knight—"
She lowered her head, "You said he possesses Silver Power?"
"Most likely," Macaro nodded.
"Twenty years old." Princess Griffine looked at Ecco, but internally she was tumultuous. Ou Fawei had clearly told her that the young man was only Black Iron Level at most: "That's as good as Mr. Ecco."
"He's a true talent—" Bujia replied, "One interesting thing, his swordsmanship..."
"What's about his swordsmanship?"
"His swordsmanship is sowhat familiar to , like… a bit like soone I know..."
"Mr. Bujia, please continue."
"Sword Saint Darius."
"Sword Saint Darius," the Half-Elf girl puzzled, "But Mr. Bujia, you said that the young man uses standard Erune military swordsmanship, which isn't the sa lineage as Master Darius, right?"
"Sword Saint Darius also uses military swordsmanship," Liwu replied, "Princess, you forget he ca from a military background."
Modified swordsmanship, Princess Griffine's heart moved.
But her thoughts didn't show. Liwu continued, "A twenty-year-old Silver Knight is already very rare—"
The old man spoke while glancing at Ecco.
The young man lowered his head in embarrassnt.
The Half-Elf girl was also touched, recalling that the recent hero contest had produced similarly outstanding youths—a burst of brilliance. She couldn't help but think, does Martha still bless Erune?
However, if that's the case, why is the situation so difficult, often making her feel powerless?
The Princess felt a bit tired, but she forced herself with her exceptional will to shift focus, took a deep breath, and the color faded from her face slightly.
Yet she still seriously asked, "Moreover, Master Liwu."
"Princess."
"You said the young man holding the Golden Apple hasn't linked it with his soul?"
"Yes, I can guarantee I didn't get it wrong," Liwu replied, "I can vouch for this with the honor of decades as a Court Magician."
This ti, the Half-Elf girl felt genuinely moved. It's said the Golden Apple can alter one's destiny, creating transformations from within.
If she got the Golden Apple, could her weak brother beco the true King of Erune?
But what puzzled her was why anyone holding the Golden Apple wouldn't want to keep it for themselves. Why didn't that young man react—was it a counterfeit?
Impossible, her teacher would never be wrong.
Yet the Princess considered his close ties with the Silver Elf, perhaps he's truly extraordinary, maybe he has different plans for the Golden Apple.
Thinking about the legends of Highland Knights, Dragon Clan Magic, and Silver Elves, her heart raced. Princess Griffine lifted her head, her eyes brightened, "Can we find a way to recruit him?"
"Recruit?"
Everyone was stunned. Of course, they wanted to recruit him, considering his relationship with the Silver Elf and ownership of the Golden Apple.
But they've already offended him, how to proceed? Although the young man showed goodwill towards the Royal Family, it doesn't promise anything.
"It's difficult—" Macaro answered pragmatically.
"No."
The Princess smiled and shook her head, her thoughts brought her a bit of amusent, "Perhaps not as hard as you imagine—if it's the sa person."
Everyone was stunned.
The Princess picked up a letter with two fingers and handed it over.
"Take a look."
...
(PS: The ga is over, and the curtain falls.)(To be continued, please visit qidian for more chapters and support the author and original reading!)
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