What's going on? Whose memory is this? Brando doesn't have a deep memory of this royal city of Eruin. The royal city in his memory, the luxurious palace burned in the flames, the city collapsed, and the living beings were trapped in the flames.
Sea of fire.
He can still remember the wails and screams that lingered in his ears at that time.
But it's not the cheerful pace now.
Brando glanced at the little prince next to him, thinking that this should be Haruze's memory. Princess Griffin and her brother lived in Menstros for a long time in history, and he should be familiar with it.
There, this may be a summer celebration in his memory.
Brando raised his head and saw the constellation Lyra in the southern sky, confirming that this should be a summer night.
But what he was a little confused about was how the memory of the little prince could be connected with the memory of the unknown man. How could the assassination scene in the collapsed dream be connected with such a cheerful dream?
Brando remained calm and continued to walk forward. Many people of all kinds had gathered on the avenue, but most of them turned a blind eye to Brando and the little prince. This is normal, everyone's memory is sensitive to details.
It's fuzzy. These people exist in my memory, but if I just glance at them, I may not be able to remember clearly what each of them looks like.
He led Haruze through these people while paying attention to the details of the celebration. But at this time, a carriage came from the darkness in the distance. It was a dark carriage that slid past like a ghost.
Wheel carriage, Brando couldn't help but shrink his eyes when he saw the coat of arms on the wall of the carriage.
"Teacher, that is Viscount Bergning -" the little prince also recognized it. It seemed that he still had a clear memory of the person who betrayed his sister. He grabbed Brando's clothes with some worry and whispered
reminded.
Brando nodded.
Haruze was still a little confused. He furrowed his little eyebrows and said to himself in confusion: "It's strange. There are obviously no holly leaves on the coat of arms of Viscount Bergning. I, I remember that it was the earl's talent.
Some decorations..."
"Oh... this is a dream, I, I forgot again, I'm sorry."
This unintentional remark made Brando's heart skip a beat.
His brows suddenly frowned. He clearly remembered a detail. Count Bergning. This title did exist in history. After Her Royal Highness the Princess won the war against the north, Eruin ushered in the hope of peace. Then
It was the fifth year of ZTE. Although there were occasional conflicts with Madara, the timeline was still moving smoothly through another period of history.
Then the Second War of the Black Rose came as scheduled.
Brando felt a sting in his heart. After the Battle of Crimson Valley, the Valkyrie died in the battle. The situation was even more unfavorable for Her Royal Highness the Princess. In order to support her own power to compete with Grand Duke Anlek, Her Royal Highness the Princess summoned Bergning back not long after that.
To Menstros.
At that time...at that time, Brando thought about it silently. At that time, although Bergning did not inherit the title of Grand Duke Sifah, he was made an earl.
"correct……"
"This celebration."
Brando felt a chill rising from his back, and he suddenly remembered the origin of this celebration. Yura and Eco defeated Madara's army in the Manowell area. At that time, the alliance between Eruin and the player seemed to
Seizing a moment of respite, Princess Griffin hosted a banquet for the envoys of the Temple of Fire, hoping that the Cruz people could help.
Midsummer Festival.
The Feast of Scrolls.
Time was frozen at this historical node. Brando suddenly understood that this was not Haruze's memory at all, but his own. When Princess Griffin was assassinated, he was personally present that day.
Brando suddenly gritted his teeth.
History actually repeated itself in front of him.
"Teacher?" Haruze couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw Brando's red and white face.
Brando took a deep breath and replied: "Nothing, Haruze -" He was about to say that we have to find a way to enter the city. But at this time, he suddenly felt the paper in his hand was slightly agitated.
Hot.
He quickly picked up the piece of paper.
The piece of paper had changed at this moment. He realized that it was a letter, about the size of a palm. He opened the envelope and an invitation fell out. The text on the invitation was blurry, but only one sentence was very eye-catching.
:'Invite Viscount Caddell and his fiancée Miss Besty to the banquet——'
Brando suddenly understood. It turned out that the memory of the nameless person was connected with his memory. It turned out that the guy was going to a banquet and was assassinated on the way. But what made him a little strange was that this was related to his own memory.
What does the memory have to do with it? Why on earth was that guy assassinated, and what did he regret?
And there is another question. Viscount Caddell was the only one in the carriage. And the invitation said that he was inviting Viscount Caddell and his fiancée to the banquet. So where was his fiancée?
"Wait, fiancée?"
Brando's movements suddenly froze.
"Teacher?" His Royal Highness the little prince naturally noticed Brando's movements. He saw that the piece of paper in Brando's hand turned into an envelope. Naturally, he remembered what Brando had said before. "Teacher, it remembers again."
Did you start something new?"
Brando remained silent and handed the letter to his student. Haruze picked up the light piece of paper, looked at it carefully, and then stayed for a moment: "Teacher, we want to replace Viscount Cardel.
Going to a banquet?"
Theoretically, the requirements of the mission should be like this. Brando carefully recalled all the details of the strategy, but the conclusion he came to was not much different from this.
"But where is the Viscount's fiancée? Do we need to find her first?" the little prince asked.
There is this possibility. Brando pondered for a moment, but he felt that this possibility was not high. As the fiancée of Viscount Cardel, he was highly suspicious of being the core figure in this mission. But the key is that according to the collapse of the Nameless Man
In terms of the characteristics of dreams, the more memorable things are, the earlier they should appear.
Just like the piece of paper in his hand.
And there is still no trace of his fiancée until now. Either this so-called fiancée is an insignificant person, or she is already dead like the Viscount.
But whether it is the former or the latter, it is basically an impossible task to find the so-called Miss Bethidi from this dream.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to find her." Brando replied.
"Ah? Then this is the only way we can go to the banquet? But, the etiquette officer said that if such a long river noble does not bring a female guest, he will be laughed at -" Haruze was startled, a little worried.
said.
"This is not a matter of ridicule." Brando shook his head. What does the ridicule in the dream have to do with him? He had to admire that the little prince was still worried about this kind of problem at this time. The key to the problem is that this picture
The invitation was obviously something very important to Viscount Rauch, otherwise he would not have remembered it so clearly.
He forgot all the other words on the invitation and just remembered the words "Viscount Caddell and his fiancée Miss Besty are invited to the banquet——", which shows that he attaches great importance to this matter.
In other words, according to the setting in "Amber", if he cannot meet this condition, then subsequent tasks are basically out of the question.
Brando doesn't want to be locked in this dream for the rest of his life.
But what he couldn't help but want to scold was, who was he going to find in this hellish place to pretend to be this hellish fiancée, Miss Bethidi? In this dream, except for the important characters, almost all the memories were
Fragile, the people outside are like a background and cannot interact with him and Haruze at all.
But he suddenly stopped.
Brando's eyes fell on Haruze——
The little prince of Eruin and the future King. Haruze is just twelve years old this year. Due to long-term sword practice, he has begun to grow taller, and his height has just reached his waist. He is a bit like his sister——
Princess Griffin was born with a cute face, and her silver eyes were always watery. Her soft hair stuck to her forehead, making her look weak most of the time.
little girl.
The key is that because of his half-elf ancestry, his figure is far less muscular than that of a human boy, but very slender.
Standing there, he looked pitiful and frail. His temperament was even gentler and calmer than that of his sister.
Brando hesitated for a moment, and the evil thoughts in his heart couldn't stop pouring out. The little prince seemed to have noticed something bad, and couldn't help but look at him carefully and asked: "Teacher Brando?"
Brando raised a finger, and with just a thought, the seal ring of the previous Viscount Cardel appeared intact in his hand. This is the benefit of dreams, as long as he, Haruze, and Viscount Cardel are in the same place.
What exists in human memory can be easily copied anywhere.
Then he lowered his head and said seriously to the little prince: "Haruze."
"Well?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you are beautiful?"
The little prince's face immediately turned red. He hugged the Lion's Fang and stared blankly at his teacher. He didn't know what to think for a while. "Old, teacher?"
"If you change into women's clothes, there should be no problem, right?"
The problem was huge. Haruze held his sword and shook his head desperately. Then he lowered his head and blushed, almost to the root of his neck. Brando couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene and said
To be honest, the temperament of this little prince is more like that of a girl than his sister.
He sighed. To be honest, he felt that his idea was ridiculous. But there was a vague pleasure in mischief, not to mention that it seemed to be the only possible way.
"Haruze——"
He opened his mouth and said...Lord Lucifer, please keep this month's soul. Where are you looking at? Don't hurry up and present your monthly tickets and souls to Lord Lucifer! This chapter is called The Return of the Ten Thousand Strong Baboon.)
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