Chapter 428 (1/2)

”So... It's finally over.”

Brandon de sallion, who took a long breath, stood outside the gate of the fortress, looked at the guards on the wall who looked at him with complex eyes, and did not forget to smile and wave at them.

None of them paid attention to him.

His royal highness, who didn't think he was angry, shrugged... He didn't expect that with a ”life-saving grace”, these Legion soldiers could change their views on themselves.

In their eyes, Conrad de Salion is the real successor of the Empire and the future 13th supreme emperor.

And myself... Just the redundant one.

Not far away, the accompanying guard was packing up the leaving carriage and salute under Edward's command; Holding the two short swords, Lucian sat in a daze, like falling into a state of memory.

Isaac was still bickering with the little wizard as usual. It seemed that he quarreled about something again... This kind of thing was not strange when Loren was in vimpal.

”Yes, it's over at last.” the black haired wizard beside him said calmly: ”although the process is different from what he thought, at least the result is good.”

Of course... Just on the surface, Loren said something secretly in the bottom of his heart.

The failed ”apostle” faoda, the evil gods hidden in the glacier wasteland, the dead and reborn fascists, and the deathbed entrustment of the tomb keeper... Loren suddenly felt a burst of heart fatigue.

The future road is really dark.

I have read so many novels in my last life. Every time I successfully complete an adventure, the protagonists can get a lot of good things, or go to the peak of life, either artifact or treasure

But why do you only get a lot of empty promises, plus a time bomb that doesn't know when it will explode in place?

In this way, the good mood of ending the trip to the North immediately became a lot dull.

”Hey, how did you look so sad?” looking at the helpless black haired wizard, Brandon showed an incomparably bright smile:

”The place we are going to is Golovin, the capital of the Empire and the heart of Saxony - this metaphor may be a bit exaggerated, but it should also be one of the most interesting places in the world. Are we so unhappy?”

”Although I don't think it's possible, but... You don't like it here?” the prince's expression was like looking at a fool, with a little pity in his red eyes.

”Cough...” Lorraine coughed repeatedly at the corner of his mouth, trying to resist the impulse to roll his eyes:

”Only this I can guarantee, no, absolutely not!”

Nodding, Brandon, who was not convinced, patted his chest: ”that's good. I thought you had frozen your brain in the glacier and snow mountain... Who would like this kind of ghost place except those crazy believers and some lunatics with abnormal spirit?”

”Pubs, theatres, concert halls, cafes, markets, restaurants, casinos, arenas, horse races... I mean the whole civilization, nothing! Let me stay in this place all my life, or kill me.”

“……”

Seeing the awkward appearance of the dark haired wizard's twitching mouth, Brandon finally became serious when he coughed gently:

”However, returning to the capital of Timor, Golovin, does not mean that we are absolutely safe... The next threat will only be worse and more dangerous than in the fortress of duanjieshan.”

”Under the leadership of the king of saklan, at the fortress of duanjie mountain - even if it's only on the surface, I know very well that my dear brother will never and dare not bear the curse of killing relatives.”

”But those nobles, loyal ministers to the imperial brother and those with ulterior motives will never take into account their own means in order to achieve their goals... There is no precedent for the assassination of members of the royal family.”