The soldiers hurriedly forced Carglise down when he tried to stand up, and their eyes looked at their lord with words written in them:
“My lord, should we bring him away?”
[The second son of Lord Macsen. That stubborn old man has such an interesting boy.]
Brendel studied the youth in front of him and shook his head, changing his mind: “Release him.”
The soldiers were taken aback and they glanced at each other, chewing on the meaning of his command.
“Go on, release him,” Brendel repeated himself and nudged the soldiers.
The soldiers then released the thick ropes on Carglise’s wrists. The youth exposed his teeth in discomfort and rubbed the area where the ropes bound him, frowning. Even though the soldiers did not beat him up, they certainly were not gentle with him.
He glanced at the red impressions on his pale skin and made a sulky face. But he was more interested in Brendel’s intentions and stood up to look at him with a pair of light grey eyes. After a moment of staring, he asked: “Are you really……”
“Ah, you mean to say, the leader of the rebels?”
“I hope I didn’t offend you.” Carglise laughed awkwardly as the pitch of his voice went a few octaves higher.
In truth, there was a series of explosions setting off in his mind. The person in front of him looked like he was no older than him; not only did he defeat him soundly in swordsmanship, he was also in command of an army that was bigger than his father’s.
The more Carglise looked at Brendel, the more he felt that the past ten years he had been living was wasted. Lord Palas had told him more than once with a grave tone that staying in a small place like Trentheim would ultimately limit his growth.
“I’m curious,” Carglise asked as he rubbed his wrists, “why are you releasing me?”
“Well,” Brendel put on a bright smile and turned into a salesman, “if I say I want you to work for me, would you believe me?”
“I don’t believe you. Why should I work for you?” Carglise’s head immediately shook left and right.
“Well now. How about if I tell you this? I’m the secret agent of the princess Gryphine Corvado Ordelis, and my mission is to build a covert operational base to curb Count Randner. Do you believe me?”
This time it was not just Carglise’s eyes which threatened to pop out of their sockets, even Kodan lost his footing and stared at Brendel.
Carglise’s next expression was one of complete disbelief and even looked at Brendel as though he was insane.
But the old man’s eyes appeared as though he had come to some form of revelation. There was a certain relationship between Brendel’s grandfather and the Corvados, and Brendel’s actions from the very beginning he appeared in Trentheim seemed to have a grain of truth.
At least part of his words had no lie in them.
“This joke isn’t funny at all. But seeing you’re the lord here, I’ll reluctantly force myself to say that it’s a passable j
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