Chapter 230 - Volume 3
Chapter 9 – Territory (3)
“But I belong to the Royal Faction,” the old man shook his head and raised the waterskin bag in his hands, “does Lord Trentheim really believe that a small act of kindness will move me?”
“Why not listen to me for a while? Different actions during different situations have another meaning. Stubbornly refusing to change will lead to ruin, just like how Duke Everton did. Surely you have experienced it for yourself by staying in this prison.”
“Then go ahead and try to convince me, young man.” Bosley scoffed.
“Two weeks ago, under Queen Anna, the elder son was announced as heir to the throne. House Seifer, Marquis Kluge and the nobles under his faction support him. Even though you have been imprisoned for years, surely you are familiar with their names?”
“What! What are Lord Oberbeck and the others doing to allow that bastard Kluge to get a hold of one of the royal family’s scion? What of His Majesty?”
Brendel merely gazed back at him without answering.
Bosley pulled back a little, his grey hair shaking a few times, while his wrinkles sank deeper and he looked as defeated as he could possibly be.
“Grandmaster Bosley, standard armor is difficult to get, but I believe only a royal blacksmith like yourself knows how the recipe to create the White Lion’s Plate Armor?”
“The White Lion’s Plate Armor!” Bosley looked at Brendel with incredulous eyes: “You wish to create a regiment of the royal army?”
Brendel nodded, but suddenly frowned a little.
The Sage Slate in his bag was vibrating again.