Somehow, Brando always felt that he had seen this forest there. [*Yu] But this is not surprising. The dream of the nameless man was merged with his memory fragments, and the dream itself was full of...
His personal mark.
He stayed by the river for a while and suddenly remembered. He remembered that when he was a child, there was a park near his home, and the pine trees in the park grew so tall.
Brando's heart suddenly started pounding.
He thought of his childhood and his parents. They were still very young at that time and were proud of him. When he was young, like all children, he was full of confidence and thought he could bear this trust.
But he ultimately let them down.
Brando once thought that such disappointment was due to his failure. In order to escape, he became addicted to games; but until he met the Sword Master of Eruin in the dream of the Golden Tree——
'His' grandfather - he just realized how wrong he was.
But does he still have a chance to ask for forgiveness?
Is Lady Martha actually willing to give him this chance?
Brando looked at the light outside the forest and couldn't help but hold his heart. He still remembered that at that time, every holiday, various celebrations would be held in the park, and his parents would take him as a child to participate.
Garden activities.
He knew clearly that this was just a dream.
But standing by the river, there seemed to be a thousand pounds of weight under my feet. The evening wind blew by, and the woods rustled. At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the forest. Brando turned his head slightly and his heart jumped suddenly.
.
"Anyone else?"
Brando turned around and saw an unexpected person stumbling out of the forest - Prince Haruze. The little prince gasped for breath and raised his head and looked at his teacher in surprise.
But his eye circles soon became red, and tears glistened in his eyes: "Teacher Brando... I, I thought I would never find you again."
Brando was stunned.
He never dreamed that this young lady would break into his dream. Although the guide said that the dreams of the Nameless Ones reflected the incompleteness of their memories, the dream world was filled with other people's memories - "
In "Amber", the decision is based on the player's experience - sometimes other players will interfere with another player's dream.
But the problem is - this is modern! Modern! Modern!
Brando's mind is in a mess, what should he do? It would be okay if the little prince could see his dream. Although his family did not live in a prosperous urban area when he was a child, this small county is not considered backward.
Region. How should Haruze explain those reinforced concrete buildings, high-rise buildings, cars and other random things?
How about knocking Haruze unconscious?
He immediately shook his head. This possibility was unlikely, unless he wanted to murder the little prince here. (Just read the novel.) Since Haruze entered his dream, it means that the tasks of the two of them are consistent.
If the little prince cannot redeem himself, then he will have no choice but to stay in the dreamland forever.
When Brando thought of this, he froze there for a moment.
"what to do……?"
This was the only question left in his mind.
"Teacher?" Haruze saw Brando standing motionless by the river, looking straight at him. He couldn't help being a little scared and shrank back slightly. He had never seen this Earl before.
As an adult, Brando is always very gentle.
Although Brando's requirements were somewhat strict, Haruze was even stricter by his sister. On the contrary, most of the time he was very fond of this gentle earl.
"Uh... Haruze." Brando whispered, deciding to vaccinate the little prince first. After all, Haruze is not old. Maybe he can get away with it.
"Huh?" Haruze blushed, panted carefully, and responded in a low voice.
"You know, we are in a dream-"
"I know. Teacher. I heard what you said just now. You said that we are in the dreams of the nameless people. These dreams are filled with our own memories." The little prince took it seriously like a well-behaved student.
replied.
He was originally frightened in the dark, but when he saw his teacher, he calmed down again. Brando was the hero who saved Ampelsel, but in his heart, Brando saved his sister.
hero.
This, more than any other reason, is enough to make him trust him.
"No, please. Please forget that last sentence -" Brando couldn't help but groaned in his heart.
He smiled slightly and said warmly: "Yes, Haruze, but you know that dreams are very weird. So no matter what you see later, don't make a fuss. Don't forget that we are still in a dangerous environment.
"
Brando's smile was uglier than crying, and he almost wanted to pull out the Sword of the Earth and stab himself to death.
Haruze blinked, and the half-elf's pointed ears moved slightly. His silver eyes were shining brightly against the moonlight, and he nodded seriously: "I understand, teacher. In fact, I used to do it when I was a kid.
I’m having strange dreams.”
There seemed to be no one else around, and the little prince was no longer as shy as usual. He had been getting along with Brando for several months, and his speech was naturally not as awkward as at the beginning.
Brando breathed a sigh of relief.
"You come with me."
He nodded and turned around, crossing the river beach and walking towards the light source in the forest in the distance. Haruze hugged the lion's tooth and followed suit. The two passed through a large black pine forest, and the light source in front of them was getting brighter and brighter.
But at this moment, Brando suddenly narrowed his eyes and let out a slight sigh.
He stopped and saw a carriage with its door opened not far away among the woods.
He looked back at Haruze, thinking that it was the little prince's dream projection. But the little prince was also staring in that direction, as if he still didn't understand what was going on.
However, Brando didn't expect the young lady to see any clues. He was brave and skilled, so he walked over alone and found that there was no one in the carriage. But there was a pool of dazzling blood on the seat, and the smell of blood filled the forest.
, slightly pungent.
"Teacher?" The little prince soon noticed something unusual on the carriage.
Brando raised his hand to signal his students to be quiet. Every detail in the dream was not generated out of thin air. This scene was either a memory of him or the little prince, or it was part of the lost dream of the nameless person.
This looked like an assassination scene. At the young prince's age, he would definitely remember such a scene deeply and would never fail to recognize it. And he himself seemed to have no similar memory. He thought for a moment, and the only remaining possibility was
It is part of the lost dream of the nameless person.
Brando couldn't help but pay attention. In this dream, the mission is redemption. Therefore, the dream of the lost is a very important clue - the legendary nameless man wanders in the black forest in order to find his lost self.
Most of them are motivated by regret, so most of the tasks in dreams are to make up for regrets.
He buried his head and soon discovered little bits of blood around the carriage.
Brando immediately followed the blood stains and walked on. Not far away, he found his target beside a black pine. It was a dead young man with a dagger stuck in his back. He was hunched over.
His head was lowered, almost resting on his knees, and he had long since lost the breath of life.
When Haruze saw this scene, he couldn't help but let out a soft "ah" sound.
"Do you know him?" Brando turned around and asked.
"I don't know." The little prince shook his head.
"Then the power to inspect the body is given to me." Brando walked over and helped the young man's body. The young man looked very handsome, and the clothes he wore showed his aristocratic status. He must have been a certain
A scion of a noble family.
He first picked up the opponent's money bag, but as soon as he took it, it turned into sand and passed away. Brando was slightly startled. The guide mentioned this phenomenon, because everything in the dream is a remaining memory. Except for the most profound ones,
Most of the parts and other details do not exist, so as soon as you come into contact with him, they disappear into nothingness.
But at this moment, a thin piece of paper fell from the purse that turned into dust.
Brando picked up the piece of paper, only to find that it was blank.
After he pondered for a while, he understood the reason. In this scene, what the nameless person remembered most was this piece of paper. He remembered this piece of paper firmly. But he didn't even know what was written on the piece of paper.
All forgotten.
Brando checked the young man again and found that there were no other more valuable clues. However, he took a look at the seal ring on the young man's hand and wrote down the appearance of the thing.
"Teacher Brando?" The little prince stared at the piece of paper in his hand, somewhat puzzled.
"This is a clue. But it's not enough for it to remember more things. We need to enter the next scene. In this dream, we will help it trace everything and let it remember who it is -" Brando
He also looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and then answered.
Haruze realized something: "We have to help it find its name, right?"
"Almost." Brando was still very satisfied with his student's understanding.
"But. Since it has forgotten everything, how can we help it remember it? It must have been wandering in this forest for many years. Even the history has disappeared under the dust. We can really start from nothing.
Can you find the memory it wants?" Haruze furrowed his thin eyebrows, looking a little curious.
"You still remember that this place is not a complete memory, right? There are also memories of you and me in this world -" Brando suddenly paused, wishing to slap himself. But the words had been spoken, and he only had the incomparable
He continued angrily: "We are examining its dreams, and it is also examining our dreams. People's experiences are always similar. The same scenes may evoke its memories——"
Haruze nodded and looked at his teacher with some admiration.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Brando felt that it was a bit awkward to face a young lady who was blushing and looking at him with big bright eyes.
"Master Lee Woods often told me some stories before he died. I, I don't know if it's disrespectful to the dead to think this way, but I think the master doesn't know as much as you, the teacher."
This flattery was good. Brando felt a little light-headed, especially since he knew that the little prince was actually very simple and would not lie at all. He patted Haruze on the head: "Everyone has their own strengths.
That’s all—”
Then he straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief. Once he entered the task state, the messy thoughts before became much lighter, and his whole person calmed down.
"The brightly lit place over there looks like a small town. I think we can find some clues. Let's go there together." He looked at the edge of the forest and said knowingly.
"Um!"
Haruze didn't know what was going on, and nodded heavily while holding the lion's teeth.
Brando put the young man's body away. Although he knew it was just a dream, he still did it out of respect for the deceased. People who lost their names wandered in the forest all day long because of their regrets. Legend has it that these
Most people are spurned by others during their lifetime - but Brando believes that if a person knows how to regret, then there is at least a pure land in his heart.
Just for this heart of self-salvation, it deserves equal respect.
Then the two of them crossed here and continued forward. It was only a short distance away from the edge of the woodland. If it were in the real world, the young man's body and the carriage would definitely be discovered soon, but this is a dream.
, as Brando said, dreams only pursue the existence of memory itself, and rationality does not exist here.
The light flowed into the forest like milk, outlining long diagonal shadows on the edge of the forest. Brando followed the opposite direction of the light and shadow. He passed through the edge of the forest, and suddenly his eyes opened up.
But he was slightly startled.
The park outside the woods was not the one he imagined, and there were no reinforced concrete buildings, no cars, and no high-rise buildings.
A classical city lies outside the forest. There is a moat outside the city and scattered small towns. The lights are brightly lit, and a towering city wall cuts across it, surrounding the city from far and near.
Slightly closer, a road passes through the forest and leads directly to the city gate in the distance. There are many tents set up on both sides of the road. The tents are brightly lit and filled with fruits, vegetables and wine barrels. There are even tents set up not far away.
He found a stage and saw clowns performing on it. The actors were singing and dancing, and the music was cheerful.
This looks like a festival in the countryside of any part of Eruin.
But because the contrast was so great, Brando couldn't help being stunned for a while. Until Haruze walked out from behind him, saw the city in the distance and yelled - 'Ah!'
Brando knew the meaning of this short exclamation.
It's like he knows that city.
Menstros.
The royal capital of Eruin.
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