In Brando's field of vision, many fragments of colorful light began to appear in the darkness. They were like glass fragments scattered in the darkness reflecting light, or like mirrors, reflecting different scenes. These scenes
Some of them he had experienced before, and some were unfamiliar to him. These scenes kept appearing and disappearing with flashing fragments.
Until a solid door of light appeared in front of him.
It was a larger fragment, but it had the shape of a luminous door. Brando looked inside the door, and the radiant door seemed to be another world:
It was a courtyard somewhere intoxicated in the gentle breeze, with carved beams and pillars, surrounded by flowers, and soft singing. The ivory-white sculptured pillars were hidden among the trees. The picture exuded a faint shimmer, like
The picture of time passing by seems like eternal spring still lingering in the dreamland.
Brando saw rows of armored guards with shining silver scales, holding halberds, and a pointed silver sentry helmet, shaking each other, with pointed ears exposed behind the bright silver faceplate, and long silver tails.
The hair flows down the back like tassels.
At this time, he suddenly heard a voice saying in his ear: "Why do you always like to peek into other people's inner worlds? Could it be that the predicted king is someone like you?"
It was a female voice, a little gravelly, low and steady, reminiscent of the moonshine wine of the elves, which was long-lasting, mellow and intoxicating.
Brando was stunned for a moment. He wanted to look around before realizing that he couldn't move. But the long period of darkness sharpened his other senses. Moreover, his memory and association became richer. The voice echoed in his mind for a moment.
, he discerned that its unlikely owner was a man who should have been dead long ago.
"Bai?" He couldn't speak out, but the question automatically popped into his mind.
"Is this your memory?"
"Aren't you dead, or is this my imagination?"
"It's your hallucination. This is hell. You died so we could meet again." Bai's voice was still in a joking mood.
"It seems you are not dead."
"I'm not dead. You were lucky, so you were able to wake up so quickly. I shouldn't have reminded you, because it has nothing to do with me anyway."
"……What's the meaning."
"Because if you had said that you were the one chosen by Martha, you wouldn't have caused me such misery. You are really a complete idiot. And I didn't expect that the chosen one would be so useless as you. You almost died there
During the trial, I almost had to be buried with you."
"Did you save me?"
Brando didn't pursue the question of why the other party was still alive, and now he could probably guess a little bit.
The soul element that this woman has mastered is quite advanced, so she can peel off her body and save her soul, lurking in him; this way of existence is very similar to the way Saint Osor, Queen of the Wind, left her soul in the Holy Ring.
, but the former never asked for his consent.
"It wasn't me, and I couldn't save you. But it was me who woke you up."
"Did you wake me up?"
Brando gradually regained his previous memories. He thought of the broken glaciers and rocks wrapped in broken ice that were pouring towards him like a mountain, and what happened before he lost consciousness.
"Remember?" Seeing Brando's silence, Bai asked.
"I remembered."
"But why am I here?"
"So you are lucky, you are not dead, and this is a very strange place. I have a proposal, we can cooperate."
Brando was silent. He didn't believe this woman. Although Madara's black knight had no bad record in history, the other party was an enemy after all.
But Bai seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He said, "You don't believe it? It doesn't matter. I have a way to win your trust."
"any solution?"
"Don't worry, let me tell you the content of the cooperation first: I can tell you there is something here, I must get it, you help me, and I will also lend you your Angel Heart Vase. In return, I will tell you
Something about you."
"Why do you need my help?" Brando asked.
Bai didn't answer.
"So you can't move freely, right? Where is your soul hidden?" But he already got the answer.
"So I hate your cleverness at times like this, and it was the same back then."
Brando smiled.
"I live in your spiritual world. I hid it very carefully, so you never found me." Knowing that he could no longer hide himself, Bai's voice replied bitterly.
"How dare you tell me that you are not afraid that I will kill you?" Although Brando had already made a guess, he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard what the other party said.
In everyone's spiritual world, everyone is their own master. Dreams are only a part of everyone's will, but in it he can also get what he wants, life and death, not to mention that the planeswalker's thinking world is self-contained and is completely a subject.
It was an independent world controlled by planeswalkers. If he had known that the Black Knight lady was hiding there, he would have wiped her out with just one thought.
Bai did not explain. In fact, she knew that she would have to face such dangers if she stood up, but she had to show up. "I am Medisa's sister." She said in a deep voice.
"You said so before," Brando replied solemnly: "But you are an undead, a tree shepherd, and one of the twelve patriarchs."
"Andesa too, why didn't you kill her?"
"That's because of Ms. Baiwu's orders. I don't trust you at all. You should understand this." Brando replied. He was not talking about threats. In fact, he was not a threat because of his bad impression in the game in the past.
I don't want to make any deals with these cultists at all.
Although this Black Knight lady does not have many records of back-tracking in history, she is ruthless and not a person who can be trusted.
There was some hesitation in Bai's heart, and she began to worry about whether her choice was the right one, because she knew that her fate depended on the other person's hands, and it only took one thought to make her doomed.
She was really afraid that Brando was someone who hated cultists deeply.
"...I joined the Tree Shepherds for a reason."
Brando was slightly startled: "What?"
"I can't say any more, I can only tell you this. I am different from those people you imagined. I don't care about other people's lives, but I believe you are not that upright," Bai's voice said every word.
He replied after a pause: "This is all I want to say. Apart from that, there is no more word. If you want to kill me, then please do it yourself."
"Is this how you let me get my trust?" Brando did not answer her question, but asked instead.
"Not entirely, but it's not a bad idea. My life is in your hands, so what do you have to worry about?" Bai replied in a very calm voice. This calmness made Brando feel slightly better about this woman.
Somewhat surprised.
No wonder the other party became one of the famous Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
"Then what did you originally want to use to convince me?" he asked again.
"Don't you want to know where this place is? I can tell you that I can help you leave from here. You don't understand what this means to you. You will get unimaginable benefits, and I only need to get my
If you want something, it won’t help you.”
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe what you want is an artifact? Information merchants can't make that much. After all, it's the adventurers and mercenaries who bleed, right? Besides, I can't guarantee that what you're talking about is definitely what it is.
real."
"I don't bother to deliberately deceive anyone. You don't have the qualifications to do so, and there is nothing to hesitate for you. You have the right to regret at any time." Bai replied calmly.
"What?" Brando was really surprised now: "Now I don't quite understand what you mean, Miss Tiamas."
"I have made it very clear that the initiative is in your hands. You can choose to believe me or not believe me. You can regret it at any time because I have to ask you to help me get that thing. I and I
Your cooperation is based on your credibility, but I am betting that you will not deceive me, a weak woman, and will fulfill this agreement."
She paused for a moment: "So, can you get the letter now, Mr. Brando?"
Brando kept silent. He had never experienced such a generous condition. If it was true what the other party said, even if he got the thing by then, he would not give it to her or even ask for it after the other party completed the agreement.
Don't kill her, it's all in your own mind.
Of course, Brando knew that he was not that bottomless, but Bai didn't know this. Moreover, if what the other party asked for was really an important artifact or sacred object, he would never give it away just because of this agreement.
Hand it over.
As he said before, intelligence dealers will always make small money, because they are never the ones risking their lives.
He might give Bai some compensation, but whether or not that's her own business.
But even so, the other party still insists on choosing this method, which requires not only grandeur, but also shows the woman's extreme arrogance.
She obviously has no doubts about her judgment and choices.
But what made Brando couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly was that she saw it quite accurately.
"It can only be half believed," but he did not reveal any of his thoughts in his tone. He only replied: "If you are not lying, we can take it one step at a time."
"It's really too much caution." Bai said disdainfully.
This is indeed an unnecessary caution, and Brando can't think of a reason for the other party to deceive, but caution is always a good thing, and it is always good to be more cautious at this time.
He didn't comment on Bai's disdain.
"Anyway, the initiative depends on me, and the situation can't be worse for you, can it?" he replied.
