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“That’s not there,” Shita shook his head like a rattle: “This has violated Marsha’s most basic Laws.” He looked at Brando again, and some incredulously said: “Lord Thane, I think you are still young, you should cherish the present. There is no need to pursue these illusory things. I heard that those of you who are pursuing Eternal Immortal are faint and incompetent tyrants, but you should be really interested. In fact, I can recommend you to Madara to find those bone shelves. a bit.”

“Roll.” Brando passed his ankle. Then he turned around and said to Amandina: “Write a letter.”

“Give Her Highness the Princess –“

……

Summer is coming to autumn, this sentence is suitable for the current Viero, Freya arrived in Wahlendenberg only a week later, the green and deep ink of the mountains outside the castle was dyed with a hint of yellow. Gryphine stood on the cloister, and the silver scorpion reflected the hills and rolling hills of the Gunn mountain range. The autumn wind had already started. The woman behind her had already put on her shawl. The wide and warm fur shawl lining the Her Highness the Princess elf is as delicate as she is, but she stands straight, like her father, grandfather and great-grandfather. The mountain wind named Sharmin picks up the hair of her forehead silver, and Her Highness the Princess will hold the letter in her hand. Unfolding, the letterhead rang in the wind, her fingertips were a little pale, and there seemed to be a raging anger in her heart. She read the words on the letter one word at a time, and couldn’t help but force the letter into one. group.

Princess’s action scared the maid behind her, one of them cautiously asked, “Her Highness the Princess?”

“Nothing, Radnor, that hateful guy.” Gryphine seemed to have a piece of paper in his heart, with Brando’s name on it. She poked and poked it on a blade. This abominable guy, the awful thing is that she still can’t say it. . If she had a message about her relationship with the Count of Tonigel, she couldn’t imagine how catastrophic it was for the Southern Territory that had just been stabilized.

Grandfather can help her limited, Viero Archduke is first and foremost a Duke, a kingdom noble.

“Would you like to ask Oberbeck or Lord Count?” The woman asked carefully, she thought it was the military from the south, but she didn’t dare to guess that she was just a little maid that’s all .

Gryphine knows that Lord Count in one’s own female servant is Oerding. She shook her head in distraction: “No, not a major event.” Then she glanced at the paper ball in her hand and couldn’t wait to throw it on the ground. Stepping on the two feet, but hesitated for a moment, or re-peeled and flattened. The letterhead has become crumpled and unremarkable, just like the once-imperfect Knight image in her mind, and it will never change back to the girl’s dreamy embarrassment. Half-elven girl Suddenly felt in the heart for a while, why is it like this, Makarov, Lockwood teacher, Anlieke, and the hateful guy at the moment, could it be that a big Aouine has no one Let her be assured of trust?

But how can she tell this outsider that every word on Brando’s letter is like a thousand words, heavily pressed against her chest, arbitrarily involved in the empire’s position, and then sneaked back, it is timid. . She bite and bite her lower lip, biting her lip and whitish, even Brando’s first play is not so hateful to her, but the guy knows if it angers the empire, how much One thing terrifying, this is the reverse scale of the dragon, and it must die.

This kind of thing, how dare she let Oberbeck and Oerding discuss, the Wolf Knight is her teacher and core ally, but in her mind, it is not a person who can fully deliver trust. Fortunately, Oberbeck is also very clear about this bottom line. Anything is just around the corner. She is smart and snowy, and most of them don’t need further reminders. Count Oerding is less politically sensitive than the teacher, but winning the loyalty to the kingdom also allows her to be assured. But they are not the most suitable candidates in her mind.

I don’t know how, she always has a sly shadow in her heart. She simply slams her letter and walks toward the one’s own study.

“Her Highness the Princess?” Several ambassadors are somewhat inexplicable.

“I am going to write a reply.”

Just five days later, Her Highness the Princess received a second letter from Trentheim. This letter is different from the composition of the first letter, which explains in detail the whole sequence of events for the political refuge of Imperial Prince Lenarret, as well as some considerations of Brando one’s own and the troubles that may be faced with doing so. And benefits. Gryphine sat at one’s own desk and stroked Brandon’s words on the letter, absentmindedly sat for a while. “It seems like he is blaming him,” she thought. “But he promised Veronica that he had no advantage for his one’s own territory. Could it be that just to smear himself?”