"What do you all think?" Brand suddenly asked.
The young man was asking Fern and Crenxia, who were also standing in the mist not far away, rubbing their hands and chatting softly, after Yuta had left. These two Great Commanders, who originally knew each other, had beco closer than before.
However, it must be said that Fern and Crenxia didn't have much regard for each other before they t this young lord. Thus, the distance between people is indeed a very subtle thing.
Upon hearing the young lord's question, the scene fell silent.
But the first to speak was Miss rchant. At this ti, Romantic had already changed into a thick winter coat, her small hands wrapped in deerskin gloves, but even so, her little face was still red from the cold — even the tip of her nose was slightly flushed:
"Romantic thinks it's great. What do you think, Brand?" The girl blew a breath of white air and said with no deceit. She then looked back at Brand, widening her eyes as if to see whether the young man agreed with her words.
The following small rcenary group leaders imdiately echoed her words.
"Exactly," Crenxia also chid in: "Unexpectedly good. Although it was a bit late, forgive for saying — I also participated in the mid-term work, and honestly, we all weren't too familiar with this. Miss Antitina has already done extrely well, not perfect perhaps, but at least impressive."
It must be said that everyone loves to hear flattery, even the noble daughter couldn't help but glance at this handso silver-haired man. Although she outwardly despised his flattery, she couldn't help but secretly agree — Antitina thought to herself that she had indeed endured many difficulties over the past month, almost every minor decision encountering unforeseen issues.
Yet it was precisely by handling these sudden situations that she beca increasingly adept.
"Indeed, surprising," Fern's words were few but concise.
But the noble daughter still secretly watched her young lord. In her heart, that young man's opinion outweighed all others present; she felt her heart pounding for the first ti, fearing to see any dissatisfaction on Brand's face.
But she happened to see Brand looking at her with undisguised appreciation in his eyes, causing her to freeze and, for so reason, feel her nose tingle. It was as if all her hard work over the past few months was being rewarded in this mont.
She sniffled and turned her head to avoid crying in front of so many people, which would be embarrassing. At least at this mont, the noble daughter rembered that she was Brand's first staff mber, his assistant and the actual overseer of territorial affairs, and she believed she could not let Brand lose face.
However, as she turned her head, she saw disha handing over a silk handkerchief. The Silver Elf girl's actions were very subtle — almost unnoticed by anyone — the noble daughter was slightly surprised and looked gratefully at her, then accepted the handkerchief.
Brand naturally noticed his staff mber's small gesture, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile:
"Before coming here," he said, "I an that night."
His words made the scene fall silent, almost everyone recalling that blood-pumping night; it was only much later that they realized what they had done.
They had killed a legitimate lord of Erune, incited by a young man.
This was sothing they never could have imagined or dared to imagine in the past, but what they couldn't believe was that they had actually done it. Whether provoked, incited, or threatened.
In any case, there was no turning back.
Since then, ti seed to have flown by, and a month had passed. However, they hadn't collapsed as they feared. Now, the completion of this city wall seed to symbolize sothing.
Perhaps, under this young lord's leadership, they were indeed no longer ordinary rabble.
As for the final outco, since this young lord was so confident, what more did they have to doubt?
"You know, I actually never thought much about what to do," Brand continued, "you might see as a noble, high and mighty, but I don't think so—"
He spoke sincerely, but whether anyone believed this 'truth' was another matter entirely.
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