It took Rosalin a great deal of effort before he finally came around. The first thing he did after waking was have several knights support him as he approached Brando with a complicated expression. Trembling all over, his rolls of fat quivering, he respectfully prostrated himself and prepared to kiss Brando's boots to beg his forgiveness. At this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten the dignity of the Rosalin family—and his own.
Of course, in truth, the lord felt that in front of this young man, such things were nothing to begin with. He was not the most outstanding head of the Rosalin family in its history, but at least he was not stupid. Though he had been somewhat frightened earlier, he had now fully understood the situation.
Whether it was his own captain of the guard or the young man before him, in the words commonly used around Jiufeng, they were legendary existences above the clouds. For people like them, if the Rosalin family did not want to be erased from Swallow Plain, then they absolutely could not offend them.
His heart was full of regret. He had agreed to cooperate with Ghost Chariot, firmly believing that they would protect him. He had indeed thought that way: in a remote place like Swallow Plain, even the power of the Jiufeng Royal Family could not do anything to him. After all, the Supreme Sword Saint of the Jade Phoenix lineage would not easily travel beyond the country's borders, while those people still had to guard against Ghost Chariot's Sword Saints plotting and ambushing them outside the borders.
For the Rosalin family, receiving Ghost Chariot's favor in this land had been an enormous stroke of good fortune.
But he had never expected that those who failed to plan for the