Macaro was startled, and then gave Brando a bitter look, and then he understood what the other person's previous question was about. But this time was too critical, and Leigh Woods would never allow him to offend this young man.
Unhappy, even if the members of the group were alienated in front of him, he would only have his teeth knocked out and blood swallowed. But the punch came fast and hard. Even with his determination, he would not be able to face the girl he had adopted.
Believe it or not, you can't help but look away from the eyes that ask or contain a hint of weak doubt.
Even if he had a thousand and ten thousand excuses to explain, and even if he knew that the girl he usually regarded as his adopted daughter also wanted him to at least explain it with just one sentence, Macaro couldn't say no at this moment.
Everyone present could feel the power of the golden heart beating in Akane's body, the level of gold. Macaro didn't know what happened to her. Her strength increased so quickly that he thought it was the potential that exploded at the critical moment of life and death.
This means that this girl with long fiery red ponytail hair is at least a genius - a genius who has been ignored by them. But on the other hand, the golden tree in Brando's hand also exudes the more pure power of the golden heart.
.
That is the origin of the golden bloodline.
If you eat it, you will have the destiny of the chosen one.
The words Macaro explained rolled up in his throat, but when he opened his mouth, he turned into: "Qian, what are you..."
His words seemed to have exhausted all the efforts of the girl. She looked straight at this man - the man who had occupied a corner of her father's position in her heart for a long time; her eyes were not so much disappointed as containing a sense of hope.
This is a deep plea, pleading that she is willing to believe even if it is just a lie about happiness. She is as helpless as the fool daughter waiting for her ruthless relative to change his mind, hoping that he can turn around and tell her: I'm sorry,
Welcome back……
But what she was waiting for was Gu Zuoyuan's tactful words, which sounded like concern, but were so pale that he distanced himself like a stranger. The tall figure in her impression seemed to suddenly become far away.
And blurred, she grabbed her chest with one hand, tears bursting out: "I'm sorry, why..." She whimpered like a wounded animal, losing the last bit of strength, she fell to her knees on the ground, her eyes
As soon as he closed it, he fell forward to the ground with a crash.
Lost consciousness——
Seeing such a scene, Macaro was speechless.
Brando looked at this man coldly.
He felt someone push him gently from behind. The young man nodded to show that he understood what the other person meant. Without the dragon girl Arnold, he would not have been able to detect Akane's arrival with his ability. But it was so sad for her to experience it.
It was not his intention, maybe he already knew what Macaro would answer, but even so, he still wanted Qian to understand this - the truth is not a charity, but he could not tolerate Macaro's further arbitrariness around him.
"I'm sorry." Brando sighed.
He stood up, walked over to help Akane up, and wiped the dirt off her face - the girl showed a weak side in her sleep, her tear-stained face was a little pale, but as peaceful as an angel. The young man
He straightened her body, then leaned her against a fir tree, then turned around and looked at everyone across from him with a condescending look.
"Mr. Brando?" Lee Woods saw that Macaro beside him was a little emotionally unstable, so he had to interrupt.
"Macaro!"
Brando interrupted, and his anger finally burned out of his chest. His voice was as cold as the flash of a knife. Everyone was stunned and didn't understand why Brando's attitude suddenly changed, but the young man
He yelled angrily: "Don't think that I don't know your origins——"
"Since Anson VII, Eruin has been declining day by day, and the light in the darkness seems to be rising and falling in the chaos - obscure and dim, and the opportunity seems to be fleeting. In the past ten years, you have seized every opportunity to turn defeat into victory, like
You invested all your chess pieces like a gambler. The whole plan was sophisticated, ruthless, and seemed logical. However, all of this was just to overthrow the powerful Grand Duke Anlek. You concealed the truth and prevented the world from thinking that Grand Duke Lantonilan was ignorant.
The old thing just wants to save the last thing. Who else can help you, Sivak?"
Brando's words were like a sharp sword piercing into the hearts of everyone present. Macaro and Lea Woods' faces turned white for a moment. They subconsciously forgot to breathe for a moment, and they only had time to guess about this young man.
Who exactly is it?
The young people have outlined the outlines of all their plans. They believe that this is a sacred and desperate action. All sacrifices are worth it, and if necessary, they can even pay their own lives for it. The political confrontation has turned into a kind of fanaticism.
Faith. As Brando said, there is only one opportunity. As long as you seize it and look forward to the moment when defeat becomes victory, the dawn of dawn will surely sweep away all darkness.
This legendary story has a legendary ending. But they never thought that this plan would fall into the eyes of a strange young man, not even a trace of it was missed. This plan was first made ten years ago, and some details were even
None of the subsequent participants knew the truth. Then the young man in front of him with the pseudonym Brando——
Who is he?
What is his intention?
But the more Brando spoke, the angrier he became. He stood up straight like a blade, and his voice was as cold as the cold of winter: "——You think you can represent the justice of the royal family behind you. Your sword is for the sake of this country.
Fight for the future! Unfortunately, your stupidity prevents you from seeing the fact that if you fail, can you still send others to die with peace of mind?"
"Wait," Leigh Woods frowned slightly, a little annoyed. Although this young man holds something very important to them, their plan cannot be blasphemed - because it represents the glory of the royal family.
"What do you want to say, Master Lee Woods?" Brando asked indifferently.
"Everything you said is based on an assumption..."
"You want to know the truth?"
Brando sneered. He raised his head and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
At this moment, it was as if another soul stood with him, the young man's eyes seemed to see through the shackles of the world, Sophie's words returned to the other side of his soul - so that time and space collapsed in front of him - but
After everything calmed down, what he saw in his eyes was everything in the past. Palaces and cities were burning in flames, the kingdom was overturned, and everything familiar in the past no longer existed at this moment.
The vision of Her Royal Highness the Princess.
The oath of the Valkyrie-sama.
This kingdom seemed to be reborn from the flames, and every player devoted all their efforts to fight for it. However, in the face of the invasion of Madara's undead and the black tide of players, they were all vulnerable and failed. It seemed to be a destined fate.
Failure, and a tragic ending. However, these nobles are still here to control the fate of this country from above, as if they can see the final outcome-the victory they believe. Then they cling to themselves like a cold death.
The life they grasped plunged them into this fanatical sacrifice.
The nameless life flows out like the cold blood in these people's bodies.
Died.
What resulted was a cold ending.
But no one will be responsible for this.
The players remembered the black humor, but what about these aloof nobles? They just changed the chessboard and continued their game. They are sacred every time, representing light or darkness, justice or kindness.
This belief cannot be blasphemed, just like the blood flowing in a noble family, so unquestionable - seemingly unquestionable.
"How can I tell you the truth..." Brando sighed tiredly and waved his hand: "It's like this golden apple in my hand. Of course I know what it does to you, because it
The emergence of the game makes your game more radiant, it is like a shining weight that tilts the balance in your direction - or so you imagine."
"Unfortunately, I am not here to attack you. In any case, your failure is doomed." He replied.
"What did you say?" Even Buga couldn't help but frown this time.
"Young man, not everyone can become a star." Lee Woods shook his head.
"However, those witches who used rumors to confuse people were all tied to the stake-" Macaro glanced at Brando coldly and added.
Brando smiled.
Indeed, he happened to be the one who could foresee - no, see their failure. But he would not say that, he just asked: "Don't you believe it?"
"Reason?" Buga asked simply.
"I remember that in the most glorious era of Eruin, the knights of Eruin held horns and flying swallow-tailed flags - when the horn blew, the Blade of the Kingdom moved forward indomitably. I remember that the battlefield was a sea of flags, above
Embroidered with gold, the coat of arms of Corcova, the coat of arms of Golan-Elson, and the coat of arms of Anlek. I remember that the nobles of that era still kept their oaths-" Brando
Smiled: "Do you still remember that oath?"
Everyone was stunned.
"Don't remember?" Brando's eyes were full of ridicule: "It doesn't matter, I can read it to you."
"I swear a sage's oath under this sword! I swear to lead my people - to lead them away from strife and killing, and away from the arrogance and greed of the imperial nobles; I swear in order not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake of history, I
The nobles of this new kingdom must abide by the spirit of chivalry - justice and strictness, integrity and bravery, kindness and generosity. I make this oath and will abide by it for the rest of my life!"
Brando read this passage sonorously and powerfully, and then looked at the group of people who were speechless for a moment.
"Do you still remember who made this oath?" he asked softly.
Lee Woods, Macaro and Buga looked at each other, and their faces were slightly hot. Of course they knew, how could they not know. They just forgot.
"Yes," Brando nodded: "This is the source of all your beliefs, the foundation of Eruin's noble spirit, your former king and wise and benevolent monarch, the first generation king of the kingdom, His Majesty the Merciful Eck, in the Lion
The oath made under the Heart Sword. Do you still remember what he said? If one day, the Eruin nobles forget their duties, then where this sword comes from, it will go back there and no longer protect this country.
.”
"Do you guys still remember?"
"Don't you remember-"
"It's a pity."
Brando sighed and cast his gaze into the forest.
The afternoon sun penetrated the forest. At this moment, the southern forest seemed so peaceful and peaceful for the first time——
