Brando could have asked Blank, but he chose not to. Although he did not know why this deputy marshal of the Allied Forces was staying here, he could tell from the way Blank treated the lord that he still had some feelings for this place.
He felt that if he really asked, Blank might well tell him the truth. However, that would look like betraying the Rosalin family. Perhaps out of consideration for his grandfather, Blank would not mind, but Brando did not want to owe him a favor.
Besides, he did not believe he would be unable to "persuade" this lord, who looked as though he did not have many hard bones in his body.
"I heard what you said just now, Lord," he reminded him.
"Wh-what did I say?"
"You planned to have your knights attack Huang Huo. As a lord, you wouldn't stoop to quarreling with a little girl over something so trivial, would you?"
"This..."
"All right, Lord. I want the truth. You don't need to worry about anyone causing you trouble. I'm here. No one will dare lay a hand on you."
Here it came. Lord Rosalin could not help smiling bitterly. If possible, he would have been willing to believe that this young man had such ability. But the other party clearly could not remain in Swallow Plain forever. Even if he could protect him for a while, could he protect the Rosalin family for a lifetime?
Yet he understood that he had no choice but to choose. It came down to whether the Rosalin family would be finished now or after this matter.
The latter might still leave room for recovery, but it was also inevitably a poison that merely quenched his thirst.
Brando naturally understood the hesitation in the mind of this