The empire lost its dominance, and a Princess also slept in this land she loved.
In the midst of chaos, Brando whispered quietly. At the moment he was the center of the whirlpool, but at the last moment he became a marginal man. Not many people noticed that he was only an Aouine noble. Only the old prime minister shuddered and bent down. He rubbed the ring on the ground with his hand and looked back at him. The muddy eyes were full of complex emotions.
Brando came to the side. His mines head, his eyes swept from Ciel, Medissa and others, his heart filled with emotion, Life’s death is so simple, often the next moment, you don’t know who else will accompany you.
He was worried about the safety of Romaine and Scippamira, and the last words of The Silver Queen brought a thick and unpredictable feeling in his heart, the same gloomy Spectre.
Why did the dignified empire name a small businessman on the Aouine’s list?
In terms of commercial innate talent, Romaine has only just emerged. If she talks about capital, she is far less than the big Merchant Union of Ampere Searl. Brando just remembered that the list was indeed doubtful, but he did not notice it at all, and his heart was full of self-blame.
However, he did not think about it, how inconspicuous this doubt is actually. Trentheim and Aouine are no different for the empire. They are a small and inconspicuous place, but the latter has a long ◎ wind ◎ ◎ ◎ learning, ↑.⊥.n♂et has a defeat of the Holy Cathedral of Fire Thane, the empire has reason to be curious about what happened on this land.
The crowd slowly moved forward, but bypassed Brando and 茜, the two of The Silver Queen’s death can be counted as accomplices, but at this moment no one dares to mention, nobles seems to have forgotten this.
The old prime minister, brief remark, how can others dare to surpass it? Some people are even hard to protect themselves. Who can guarantee that the courtiers and family promoted by The Silver Queen will not be liquidated after the succession of Emperor Eldest son, which means that the prime minister will have to regain power.
There was a small piece of pure land in the crowd, holding Azure Spear silently standing next to Brando, as if to find a location she is familiar with.
It is like a silent watchman.
Brando turned his head and said to the latter, “Hey, Miss Alvina?”
Kneel down. Alvina’s voice was uploaded from Azure Spear: “I am here, what is your business?”
“Miss Alvina, you know what the Queen is doing, right?”
“There are a lot of answers to this question. I have to see which identity you use to talk to me and think about how to answer.” Alvina replied earnestly.
“Is this different?”
“Of course, if you are talking to me as an ancestor, I will comprehensively tell you that she wants to reopen the truth Council; if you are using the identity of Fir Tree Shire Thane or Count of Tonigel In my words, I will answer that you have no comment.”
“The ancestors? The Truth Council?” Brando thought of the description of the ancestors in the Dark Blue Poem. This term sometimes refers to God races, and sometimes refers to the earliest ancient nobles after the ancient king’s follower, War of the Holy Saints, but Alvina’s ancestors are more like a proper noun. Because the existence of God races is no more than her ‘first’.
As for the truth Council, he is even more unheard of. He has heard of Truth, but he does not know the connection between the two.
Alvina emerged from Azure Spear as if it were an invisible Spectre floating in midair. The people around him turned a blind eye to her appearance. Her delicate little face was exactly the same as a Miss merchant, and she looked at Brando. Started talking: “The ancestors are relative to the nascent and mixed God races. This is a bit complicated for you, but you only need to know that they are God races. The nascent species are the collective name of the first three generations of bloodline. Races are descendants of God races who later rely on artificial cultivation and natural reproduction. As for the ancestors…”
She paused: “It is said that they are the people who created this World with Marsha. But I don’t know their origins.”
“Then you said that I am an ancestor?” Brando asked.
Alvina floated up and circled Brando left and right. She said with some confusion: “The smell on your body is a bit odd, although the bloodline is Black Iron races. But the authority is from Truth. As far as I know, Most of the God races with Truth privileges are the first three generations of the first generation. But you are a little special, you also have the atmosphere of Gaia Will, only the ancestors and Mother Marsha will be born in Gaia Will.”
Brando didn’t capture the focus of this sentence. He was drawn to something by other things: “You say Truth?” He remembered the humans who wore black-red robes and beautiful people who had seen them in their dreams. .
