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Brando pressed a little cold hand on his forehead.

“You, you killed me, there is no possibility of quitting this war…”

“At the moment of your damage Aouinian, there is no possibility of quitting this war,” Brando calmly replied. “I pleaded guilty to the murder of the royal family. Aouine’s noble, Thane of Trentheim gave me this sacred ruling. Right, in the testimony of Marsha, I announced that I will be sentenced to death for you.”

Youngster’s expression of infinite fear in his eyes, he struggling fiercely, but with a bang, his back suddenly burst open, red and white scattered.

The youngster’s body twitched and fell on his back.

An absolute silence on the square. Everyone absentmindedly looked at this scene. Although Brando also killed seven or eight Buga people, the shock was far less than the current scene. It was publicly declared to the Buga people, the Sasaarland people.

Brando turned around. Every pair of eyes on the square looked at him.

He sighed at one breath and raised his hand. As he moved, the crowd burst into turmoil, one hand. With both hands, more hands clenched the fists.

“Trentheim!”

I don’t know who is shouting.

Then more sounds sounded.

“Lord Thane!”

People waved their fists and Fanaticism shouted the territory and his name.

Brando watched it all silently, but he pressed his hand and made everyone quiet again.

“I am not a Trentheim person.”

After a moment of silence, Brando opened his mouth. His first words made the square fall back into silence. People gradually put down their hands and looked at their Lord Thane in confusion.

What does Lord Thane want to say?

Brando’s eyes also look at his people, although he has never invested too much effort in the territory – everything Trentheim has in the past is mostly the credit of Romaine and Amandina.

Although the Miss merchant is on the other side of the World Wall. Miss Adviser and Her Highness the Princess are also trapped in Radnor, with no audio.

But Brando is not gray in his heart.

Aouine is not just a hero. It is the effort of many people to create the sight of today, although some of them may never see it again – like His Royal Highness Levine Orneson, like a long sleep in the Aouine War. Heroes.

Although many people are in the quagmire, they are fighting and stifling with the current and future difficulties.

He continued, the sound was calm and calm, but it was enough to spread throughout the square:

“I am not an Elson, I am in the body flowing with the Highland Knight’s bloodline.”

“I am not a Katrieg because I grew up in the mountains of Bucce’s.”

“But I am an Aouinian.”

He reached out to everyone.

“You too.”

“You shouldn’t just be proud of Trentheim. You should be proud of Aouine, because without this ancient kingdom, Trentheim is nothing.”

“This is a land where heroes grow. What you have today is all the efforts of people in the past.”

“And what Aouine has in the future depends on our current efforts.”

“Is the royals and Aouine’s past nobles giving you everything?”

Brando shook his head.

“Proud Aouinian, why do you want others to decide the fate of the kingdom? This is not a ridiculous court battle, but a road to the revival of the kingdom.”

He looked at everyone in the square with a calm and far-sighted look and said to them:

“Aouinian. Go, go to the kingdom of light, and from then on it will no longer belong to those short-sighted noble and Thanes that collude with foreign enemies. This is a war for each of you, when your feet are on this land Above, a deep sense of pride drives you to fight. When you understand that this is the Aouinian war, not the ridiculous kill between noble, the honor will belong to each of you.”

“And glory,” Brando replied softly: “It belongs to our motherland.”

He raised the right hand.

“Aouine -!”

Everyone in the square has tears in their eyes.

They screamed in a whisper, as if they were about to devote themselves to this sacred war, and what kind of Fire Seed was ignited in the darkness, sparkling in people’s hearts.

Roulind looked at this scene deeply. It was a recurring scene in his dreams, a shining flag, a battle of his father, and Aouine in that dream.

Little Mantoro has long been too excited to be himself, he loudly said: “Please let me follow you, Lord Thane, I want to go to Minteye.”

Brando only looked at them.

“Go to Valhalla, there is everything you want.”

Among the inn, Heinz and the swordwoman Claudia sighed on the floor and gasped. The Knights of Black Armor had already receded. They quietly listened to the thunder of the square.

Heinz suddenly turned back, but noticed that the sly eyes of the swordswoman were watching themselves, and the darkness of the scorpion was full of emotions.

He extended the hand and buckled the slim fingers of the swordswoman.

“Marry me, Ms. Claudia, I will marry you anyway.”

Heinz breathed in, whispered.

“But we only met one side, Mr. noble, and I am just a mercenary.”

“Is that important?”

The eyes of the two are intertwined.

Then kissed together.

……