Brando looked back at the child who bumped into him. He had already sat down on the thick and soft carpet in the hall. He was seven or eight years old, with black hair and dark eyebrows under his small sword eyebrows.
There is a kind of perseverance that is different from ordinary people hidden in his big eyes. The little boy looked at him with some surprise. He was wearing the kind of silk attendant uniform that children in aristocratic families often wear, white tight trousers, and a pair of inlaid
Pointed-toed boots with jewels and gold leaf, silver dinner plates were scattered beside him, various dishes were scattered on the floor, and the red juice slowly seeped into the carpet.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Replacing that valuable camel hair carpet must cost a lot of money, because such handmade carpets are only produced in the Silver Bay. Merchants used slave animals to carry such exquisite plush fabrics across the desert for thousands of miles.
He came to Eruin just to earn huge profits that were more expensive than gold. This weird idea flashed through Brando's mind for a moment. The little boy looked familiar to him. He squinted his eyes and was thinking about where he met.
After passing the other party, a gentle voice intervened: "Sir, I'm sorry."
Brando seemed to have every pore tightened, his muscles and skin tightened together, and he stiffly raised his head in the direction of the sound, and then his whole body was nailed there.
A noble couple, dressed in clothes that fit the era, that is, the simple but exquisite Hebero dynasty style imitated from the upper class society of the wind elves in the late Eruin revival period. While they helped the little boy up, they exposed themselves to Brando
An apologetic smile: "Sophie, apologize to me quickly. Look, you have soiled this gentleman's clothes."
Brando watched this scene in silence, although two words he remembered deeply were tumbling in his heart. It seemed that he would blurt out at any time, but he couldn't say it out. He never dreamed that it would be at this time and in such an environment.
Next, I saw my parents in my dream.
The aristocratic couple who appeared in front of him were exactly the same as the two faces in his memory, even younger, or almost the same as his childhood memories. Yes, he was only seven or eight years old at that time, and he often
Accompanied by his parents, he went to an amusement park near his home and took a look at the little boy.
"I'm sorry, sir." The young Sophie patted the dirt on her body, raised her head and apologized to him without being humble or condescending.
Brando pursed his lips quietly.
He understood that this was himself in his heart and his parents in his heart, because this was his confusion in this dream. There are fogs in the hearts of mortals. These fogs exist in the dreams of the nameless people. I don’t know when.
It will envelop you.
And now, he has walked into the fog that he has been unwilling to face. The mortal enemy is probably himself. Because only he knows what he is most afraid of, and this nightmare is just like the description.
It hit the most vulnerable part of his soul.
Brando forced a smile from his stiff face: "It doesn't matter." He tried his best to control himself so that he would not behave so rudely, but in fact, he immediately wanted to find an excuse to escape. He saw his parents
Looking at the look on his young self, it was a look of protection and hope. Brando understood the meaning of that look very well.
"Sir, you seem to have something on your mind?" Her mother looked at him and asked.
"No, no..." Brando almost lost his breath and quickly shook his head.
"It's normal for young people to have worries. You may not believe it, but my husband and I felt a little warm when we saw you. So please give us a chance to express our apology. We can invite you, sir, to sit over there for a while."
Huh?" The familiar female face in his memory looked at him kindly, but it was the kind of tolerant and kind eyes that almost made him collapse.
Brando took a deep breath and let the cold air seep into his lungs to calm down: "Of course I'm happy, but I still have some things to deal with. I'm really... I'm so sorry, I can only say goodbye first.
." After saying that, he bowed deeply to the couple, then turned around and ran away, as if he was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, his true identity would be revealed.
If so, he didn't even know what he should do to face them.
He was pursuing that shining trajectory in that world, changing the fate of this ancient kingdom. But was it all really meaningful? For a moment, he even felt confused. He could really answer them without regrets - this
Does everything make sense? Or maybe he was wrong from the beginning. Does everything he pursues really exist?
For the first time, Brando was not so sure.
He didn't even dare to look back and plunged into the crowd, sweating profusely. Even after experiencing the battle in Ampelsel, he had never been so panicked at this moment. He looked at the pictures belonging to the nobles.
Their faces were somewhat distorted and enlarged, as if they were the image of a demon. There seemed to be a voice calling him from somewhere, trying to drag him to hell.
"Teacher!" The voice suddenly became clear, as if it had power, and grabbed his arm. As a strong man with enlightened elements, Brando was almost pulled to the ground, sweating profusely.
Looking back, he first saw a slender arm with long silver gloves. He raised his head, and then saw the clear eyes of His Highness the Prince.
"Teacher?" Haruze looked at him worriedly.
"Haruze?" Brando was startled for a moment and finally came to his senses. He looked up and did not see Princess Griffin, so he asked: "Where is your sister? You have finished talking to her.
?”
"Almost, but I don't understand something -" the little prince frowned, showing a deeply worried look. His frowning look really resembled that of his sister, especially the long silver curly hair that was slightly curled.
The way her neck was lowered and her head was lowered was exactly the same as Princess Griffin. When she saw Brando, she was stunned.
This also dispelled some of the confusion in his heart and made him calm down a little. At that moment, he thought of Princess Griffin, Freya, and the mountains and fields of Roman and Butch. These things were all very real.
It does exist, and Brando feels a little relieved. But he understands that the thorn buried in his heart is just hiding the edge.
"I understand what you want to know..." Brando replied calmly.
"What on earth is this place, teacher? Why is it like this? Didn't we defeat Grand Duke Sifah in Ampelsel? Grand Duke Anlek has also become a wanted criminal in the temple. As long as the south and the north are unified
, Eruin can regain his former glory, can't he?" The little prince held his hand tightly, as if he was really a helpless girl.
"But why did it become like this..."
"I, I asked my sister about her... There was no Mr. Brando. There was no battle at Ampelser. My sister was married to Grand Duke Anlek. The old nobles gathered around the person who gave them the greatest benefits, even the royal party
Also standing on the opposite side of the kingdom. And Madara... Why did the undead sequence become so powerful? Sister Freya... Sister Freya is also dead... How could this be? We obviously... We have obviously
…”
Haruze's eyes were filled with moisture. He bit his lip and tried not to cry: "Sister, she said she would die here, teacher. Please save my sister..."
Brando sighed in his heart. He could understand the despair in the little prince's heart, because they had experienced such despair personally. Their efforts seemed to be denied by invisible hands, their hopes turned into nothingness, and their ideals and beliefs were destroyed bit by bit.
, the road ahead seems to be filled with endless darkness.
But if it weren't for such hopelessness, how could he have gotten to where he is today?
He touched the little prince's head and replied: "Haruze, this is just a dream. Have you forgotten what I told you? The Nameless One distorts your dream, just to make you fall into it. You are
All the absurd scenes seen here are his means to confuse you."
Haruze raised his head and looked at him with red eyes: "Teacher, I know you are actually lying to me, right? These things really happened, although I don't know where they are, maybe in the future.
Maybe it was in the past, but I know they are not all false."
Brando was shocked. He looked at the little prince: "Haruze, why did you say that?"
"I don't know... I just have a hunch and I'm a little scared, teacher."
As expected of the Apocalypse, this is no less than Roman’s sixth sense. Brando shook his head slightly: “In the eyes of the ancient Cruz people, history overlaps, because different branches of history will extend to different results.
Whenever history takes a fork, two results appear at the same time point. The witches believe that each branch will give birth to a new world. These worlds overlap each other, and we are just passers-by.
"
Brando suddenly thought that maybe this was really possible, otherwise his experience would not be explained. But unfortunately, it was just a legend after all, and no one could confirm its authenticity: "Maybe this has happened in different histories, but it's
After all, it’s just a dream, and we have already changed our own destiny—didn’t Nymesis say that we should have a sword in our hands that can change our destiny.”
"Really?"
"Maybe, after all, no one has seen it." Brando replied with some guilt.
After regaining his composure, his mentality became calmer. But at this time, he felt that the smell of blood and burnt smell in the air became stronger. He turned around and saw that everyone in the hall was talking loudly, but
No one seems to notice this.
But at this moment, the hall suddenly became quiet.
Then the door in the center of the corridor on the second floor suddenly opened, and a row of knights walked out from behind. Then Brando saw the senior sister and Black Tea, and there were many familiar faces behind him, all from the Crimson Traveler Team. Finally
, behind everyone, a noble and elegant figure slowly walked out.
There was silence in the hall.
Everyone is focusing their attention in that direction.
Brando frowned slightly. This scene in his memory seemed to be engraved in his heart and would never be forgotten. He subconsciously turned his head in one direction. If he remembered correctly, the assassin would open that direction.
That door blended into the hall at a moment when no one was paying attention.
But what surprised him was.
The door was closed and there was no movement.
"What's going on? History has become different?" Brando was slightly startled... (To be continued).
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