Shaman from Afar

The moon enters the sky.

Winter is approaching, even at midnight that should have been clear, the sky above the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain is still north wind, and the never-ending snowstorm roars and roars outside the window.

The Commander ’s Room at the Boundary Hill Fortress is not spacious, but at least warm and comfortable-thick animal skin rugs, a burning fireplace with a soup pot that has been "gudu" bubbling.

The only long table in the room has been filled with a variety of "East Sakran traditional" food-a variety of rough cauldron stews, toast sprinkled with salt and pepper, roasted venison plus a smell A shochu that can drunk.

For Brandon, who is accustomed to the fine cuisine of the capital of Golovin and is keen to find food, just seeing these makes him uncomfortable.

Of course, what made him even more uncomfortable was sitting on the opposite side, staring at his Connold de Salion while cutting meat with a dagger.

The severe winter snowstorm roared outside the window, which made the atmosphere of this rare "brotherhood" more severe.

Holding a cup of hot water, Brandon's mouth barely squeezed out a smile-he could not drink the terrible shochu:

"I haven't seen it in a few years. Brother Connold seems to have been more vicissitudes than when I last met. Pay more attention to your body."

Connor ignored Brandon's intentional stubbornness, and the sharp dagger brought the cut venison into his mouth and slowly said:

"You are more sensible and calmer than before."

"The moment I was arrested by Brandon de Salleon in my memory, he would let Mirasi kill everyone except me, and then break half The Jieshan Fortress smashed. "

"Yeah, that's my style." Brandon grinned wide and smiled:

"Oh ... By the way, even now I really want to do this-you don't want to know how many times I want to see what your running dogs look like when they are burned alive!"

"In addition, don't deny how many times did you hope that Milassis didn't accept my invitation, but simply took me as a snack. I know, you must have thought so."

"Of course, we are all descendants of DeSalyon. The blood of the Dragon Clan is rushing through our bodies, and anger and tyranny are our inherent nature."

Connor calmly replied: "But the more so, the more we should think of our identity. Use our reason to control our anger, not be controlled or swallowed by it."

"Your performance today caught my eye, Brandon."

"That's because I know you don't dare to kill him-unless you are crazy, you will kill a descendant of the Turin family in the presence of thousands of soldiers in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain." The royal prince ripped his mouth, A piece of toast just choked him to death:

"Of course, please forgive me for a moment. Although we all understand that you are just calming down the contradiction, but want to persuade my wizard advisor friends to make them try not to go to prison for a while, it is also very difficult for me Thing! "

"He killed nearly twenty people in the duel trial. These soldiers also had robes, relatives and brethren. If they really wanted revenge, I couldn't stop it." Connor gave him a cold look:

"Do you think your" Wizard Advisor "will be safer if you let him out now?"

Brandon shrugged.

"What's more, this 'Wizard Advisor' is not just provoking at the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain." Connor slowly said: "Even if it is for the trouble he caused me, I can't be so light. Descendants of the Turin family. "

"Uh ... what do you mean?" Brandon raised his lips stiffly.

For a moment, Connold's eyes flashed an invisible killing intent.

"Brandon de Salion, do you think I am blind or deaf?" The Prince Sacran tried to suppress the anger in his words: "I can tolerate my brother's inaction, but it does not mean that I will turn a blind eye. ! "

"You have completely destroyed the local church and free aristocratic forces with this Loren Turin in Ebden, letting the nine-man star wizard tower completely take power, and almost destroyed half of the city!"

"In Furnace Town, you obviously know that the Dean of the Furnace Academy is mine-I have to admit that your wizard advisor is really powerful, otherwise it will not be possible to find enough evidence to overwhelm him overnight, almost breaking the boundary. The logistics supply of the Mountain Fortress is ruined! "

"Are you going to deny all these things?"

"No, of course not." Brandon smiled even brighter:

"After all, in the face of the pitfalls of my elder brother again and again, how can I as a younger brother not use some small means to resist?"

"First of all, Ebden-Uncle Ruth Infinite ’s thing about the Holy Blood Potion, but as long as you have a brain, you know that he is yours, but no one told me from beginning to end, this **** The potion can actually turn people into monsters and summon evil spirits! "

"Then on the way to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, when my soldiers were slaughtered by the icefield werewolves, Ernst and your cavalry under your command actually watched with their eyes-if it was not Mirases, I I do n’t know how many of the guard ’s soldiers survived; "

"And the troublesome veteran, do n’t tell me he ’s not yours, how can he dare to be so rude because no one is behind his back, and even threaten me with the military rules of the empire? Really, I almost believed it! "

"So, all this is your choice, you forced me-the beloved emperor, it is your trial over and over again, so I have to choose to resist within the maximum range."

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

"It turns out this way."

Connold put down the dagger in his hand, sipped the shochu from his glass, and quietly gasped to look at Brandon in front of him:

"Then ... if I told you that I would stop there, never try again, or even persuade the father emperor to release surveillance from you?"

Brandon's smile froze.

"Sorry but, but I ... didn't seem to hear it clearly?"

"Then I will say it again." Connor's stubborn face showed a smile, staring at his brother:

"From now on, we will no longer be enemies, but brothers fighting side by side-I will try my best to say good things to you in front of the father emperor, tell him how brave you are at the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, and I will let you , My brother-in-law, Brandon de Salleone got everything a prince should have! "

"It's not just due property, but even titles, territories and real power! I remember that the prince had a precedent in the imperial imperial congress, which will be your breakthrough."

Brandon's expression couldn't be more awkward.

After trying his best to take a deep breath, Brandon let out a long suffocation in his chest. He slapped his hands on his cheeks to wake up completely, then widened his eyes and asked a question with the most rational and clear mind:

"why?"

"Because of me, because of the Boundary Mountain Fortress and the Empire need you very much, Brandon." Connold sighed, his eyes red crimson.

"The enemies in the north are always invading the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain; but unfortunately, we are not fully prepared-although the enemy is still the previous enemy, the empire is not the empire of the year!"

"You also know that the chaos a hundred years ago caused heavy casualties across the empire, and so far it has not been fully recovered; and the Dukes of the Principalities will not be like the unless the army of monsters completely destroyed the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain In the past, the army was assembled for a convening order of the empire, and it voluntarily marched towards the north! "

"The threat from the north is imminent, but as long as we can't produce evidence, no one will believe it all-they are full of conspiracy and calculation, they will only be regarded as the erosion of their army and territory by the empire!"

"I really need you now, more than ever, the Brandon-De Salion family needs you, and the Empire needs you more!"

Listening to the elder brother's pleading, the prince with red hair and red eyes slightly lowered his eyes ~ www.readwn.com ~ as if he was deep in thought.

"Oh ... now I finally understand."

"Do you really understand?" Connor's tone was more earnest, his expression firm.

"That's right, it couldn't be clearer." Looking up, Brandon's face was once again filled with a very pleasant smile: "You don't need Brandon de Salion ..."

"It's Brandon" for the dead ", right?"

"Brandon ..."

"Come on, come on, my beloved Brother Connold, I ’ll say nothing to you just now. I beg you, please, do n’t play‘ brother, brother, and brother ’again?”

Picking up the shochu on the table, Brandon sprinkled directly into the fireplace, his eyes playful:

"Of course it is okay to let me die, but only if you can afford the price, and ...

I have to be prepared to fight back! "89