Act 202: Flames of Dawn III

Qian often dreams of this fragmented dream recently. In the tall and empty Gothic temple, the broken arches and columns are like jagged bones emerging from the darkness. The huge rose window hangs above the head, and the soft lead bars are shot in. When exposed to sunlight, it turns into the color of amethyst and sapphire, forming a dark and mysterious light that penetrates into the darkness.

She was fixed on the cold altar, her hands and feet were tightly tied, and there was a strange-shaped dagger stuck in her chest, which was still bleeding. The power of life gradually passed away, and there were people in the empty temple, but no matter how she shouted in panic, people ignored her.

There was only one woman chattering beside her, and the other person was shrouded in a thick shadow, making it impossible for her to see her face clearly and hear what she was mumbling.

After a while, the woman suddenly came forward, and Akane's eyes widened.

She screamed and realized that she had sat up from the bed in a cold sweat. The strange scenes around her had long since disappeared. The carved bedposts and gauze curtains quietly blended into the darkness. On the maple desk not far away There was a crystal ornament emitting a glimmer of light. This was still her bed, and the moonlight filtering through the window gently diluted the darkness.

The ponytail had long since spread out, and the fiery red strands stuck to her face. The quilt was soaked with sweat, and it was cold.

Akane stayed for a moment, hugging herself helplessly and shivering.

"You have a nightmare again." ≈, ≦ asked with concern.

"..."

"Still that dream?"

Akane nodded.

"It's hard for you. It must have been overwhelming for you in the past few days."

"That dream..."

Ovina shook her head gently, leaned down to open Akane's arms, stared into her eyes and consoled her: "Witches believe that dreams are mirrors that reflect reality, so there is a saying that dreams and reality are exactly the opposite. This dream means that your lord must be coming to save you soon."

Akane raised her head, her eyes as clear as agate were full of serious questioning, as if asking: Really?

Ovina couldn't help but laugh and stretched out her hand to scratch her nose: "Of course it's true. Have I ever lied to you?"

Akane looked at her very suspiciously.

Oweina blushed rarely,

Sighing: "Okay, okay. Let's not talk about the cake I cheated on you last time. It was just an accident. Why do you, a little human girl, hold such a grudge?"

"Because... it's very important." Akane said in a small voice.

"This matter is very important to you, I understand, but do you still believe in your lord?"

Akane nodded without hesitation.

Ovina couldn't help but be startled when she saw her like this. "What a lucky guy." She sighed in a subtle way.

"Since you are sure that your lord will definitely come to save you, then what else do you have to worry about?"

"I'm worried...Lord."

"Silly child," Oweina felt soft and patted her shoulder: "You are still worried about others at this time, so rest assured. That guy will be fine."

As if accepting Oweina's comfort, Qian finally calmed down a little.

"Ovina, what time is it now?" she asked, feeling that she had been sleeping for a long time and her head was dizzy.

"Cheer up," Ovina replied: "It's dawn, Akane."

…

The carriage creaked and swayed, and the autumn scenery of Bankel's countryside kept retreating on both sides of the hood. The dazzling golden color bathes the endless land, and the horizon is dotted with farmhouses and windmills. Cirrus clouds accumulate to form the shape of mountains and rivers, and the wind pushes them to move slowly. The leaves of the tall Cruz poplars on both sides of the road rustled, and the sun shone into the branches of the trees, creating a lush autumn atmosphere.

But everyone in the carriage was in no mood to appreciate this rare beauty.

This second-hand caravan inevitably swayed from side to side as it moved, as if it would be shattered at any time, and the interior of the caravan was dark and dim. Dots of light came in through the holes in the car hood, falling on the faces of Brando and others with different expressions.

"Who bought this carriage...?"

Faina turned pale and finally asked this question unbearably. Before she could finish her words, she couldn't help but cover her mouth, her chest churning. I rolled my eyes and almost threw up again. However, there was only sour water left in my stomach, and I had vomited all the breakfast I had eaten along the way, as well as the red wine braised beef and baked trout I had eaten last night.

The others were a little better, but they couldn't help but feel a little sad when they saw the eldest lady.

"Hipamila..." Brando's face was a little ugly. Although his physique was far beyond ordinary people, this carriage was a bit too much. The key was that so far he had seen at least three rivets jumping happily from the pillars of the hood. When we got down, the whole carriage made a clanging sound everywhere, as if it was possessed by a maniac. Only God knows when it will fall apart next moment.

There was still a long way to go from Rushta, the capital of the empire. Without the carriage, they would have to walk for at least a whole day. But it was already past noon, and the nearest hotel was still more than twenty miles away. outside.

"sorry……"

The priestess looked very embarrassed in front of everyone, and replied at a loss: "Because...it's cheap, the goddess...sir taught us..."

"Diligence and frugality are a good thing," Brando couldn't help but sigh: "But you have been fooled. What kind of second-hand car is this? It is about to be scrapped! And those two horses, Martha is here Come on, I can't bear to let them continue to pull the cart. If there is an animal protection association... well, I mean the druids, if those guys see it, I'm afraid trouble will come to our door."

"What's there to worry about a bunch of guys playing on turf?" Andrrig replied nonchalantly: "If they dare to come, I'll kill them."

Brando glared at her. The strength of these vampire siblings had just returned to the manifestation of elements, and he didn't know where they came from.

"sorry."

Hipamila apologized very sincerely.

But not everyone is frowning. At least beside the vampire princess, Morpheus's attention is completely focused on the beams of sunlight that shine through the holes in the car hood, and the light spots fall on the tip of his smooth nose. On the car, a vampire boy who looked like he had light freckles and was more beautiful than the girl was concentrating on counting how many holes there were in the car hood. There was no other focus on my mind, and I didn't know whether I counted seventy-one or seventy-two as I muttered silently.

On the side, Brando saw Roman who was smiling happily.

Perhaps after noticing Brando's frowning gaze, the businesswoman replied with a guilty conscience and out of breath: "Hang bang bang... Brando, if you had asked me to come forward earlier... Hey, hey, hey... it won’t be that troublesome... Ouch, my belly. Hahahaha, this car is actually interesting, isn’t it?”

"Ouch!" Before she could finish her words, Brando pinched her face.

Brando frowned and looked at this guy who was gloating about his misfortune. This guy sneaked off the boat again and didn't ask her to settle the score. Now he dared to hit the muzzle of the gun. He was simply asking for death.

"It hurts, it hurts," Roman leaned forward. The pain was so painful that tears were about to fall: "Bu... Brando, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't say anything funny when you're serious. As a businessman, you should have the basic ability to observe people's emotions. Oh! Yes... you shouldn't get off the boat secretly."

Brando couldn't help but glared at her coldly before letting go of her hand, although he knew very well that the other party's simple intention was to stay with him regardless of the danger. He was moved in his heart, but this kind of unorganized and undisciplined way of action was really lawless and it was not the first time. He would not change despite repeated admonitions.

After Roman escaped from the clutches, he hurriedly shrank behind Medisa like a frightened rabbit, where she frowned and glared at him. He looked very unhappy.

Medisa smiled helplessly: "Lord, don't worry. Mr. Charles can use magic to maintain this carriage, and it will be no problem until it reaches the outskirts of Rushta. Miss Roman was asked by Ms. Misril to keep her." It’s not entirely her fault this time.”

Brando frowned. Ms. Silver Dragon finally left the convoy two days ago. Before that, she proposed to let Roman stay, but he did not agree. Because pretending to be a caravan requires a truly knowledgeable person. But he knew that this disguise was not really to deceive the Silver Queen, but just to reduce trouble on the road. Besides, Delphine had also run the business of the Nidwin family, so he could be said to be knowledgeable.

But he always felt that Mysriel had another deep meaning, otherwise she would not have laughed at this question and not answered it.

Think about it now. This silver dragon lady might have known that Roman had secretly used witchcraft to hide in the convoy, and she might have helped.

What Brando couldn't figure out was why the other party did this.

"But now it seems that at least some of Ms. Mysriel's suggestions are quite reasonable." Ciel suddenly smiled and helped the merchant lady.

Opposite him, Delphine, the Prime Minister of the Empire, blushed slightly without any trace on her face, but she did not refute and just turned her head away in silence. She had managed the family's business activities, but in fact she was only responsible for formulating the general direction and determining strategic intentions. As for the following complicated details, she had capable servants to help her complete it.

A few days ago, she vowed to tell Brando that she was completely qualified for this position, but in fact?

As a result, when they arrived at the prosperous market in Eleven Leaf City, Delphine was at a loss to find that she had no idea how to buy a second-hand carriage. She knew the prices of bulk goods in the Inland Sea area this autumn and summer, and the price of bulk goods. The future direction involves knowing every tedious detail of every aspect of the charcoal in Cloak Bay from firing, storage, transportation to sales, knowing when to stock up on what goods, and knowing how to deal with the most powerful merchants in the empire.

But she didn't know how to bargain with a skinny second-hand dealer who looked a bit like a monkey.

In fact, she offended the other party completely with just two words. In the end, Hipamilla took the initiative and spent a lot of money to buy a 'second-hand carriage'.

That is, this classic car right now

Faina was still lying on the edge of the car hood retching, and the car hood fell into an embarrassing situation for a while. Brando shook his head, who can blame this? Hipamira has done a good enough job. Before she was summoned as a card, she was just a girl who was inexperienced in the world. Most of the priests of the Earth Goddess were ascetic monks. It was very likely that before that she Never left the temple at all.

He lowered his head and returned his attention to the metal fragments in his hands.

These fragments were originally part of the Flame Blade. Over the past few days, with Sidney's help, he has gradually been able to feel their echo with the soul of Odysseus in his body, and it seems that he has reactivated the Flame Blade. As the other party said, it's just a matter of time. However, as Odysseus' soul gradually awakened, one thing made him feel vaguely strange.

When he awakened the soul of Odysseus, he felt that he often touched two other laws in the realm of elements: one is hot and unrestrained, like rushing fire; one is deep despair, like the darkness of the abyss.

He didn't know if this was an illusion, but these two laws were quietly improving the power and realm of his main law. But in just two weeks, he felt that he had faintly touched the true meaning of the side of truth. In fact, it is the performance of a state reaching its peak. This fact scared him a lot. In his memory, the realm of elements can only be improved step by step. In the game, experience at this level will be converted into the power of order, and in order to improve the level You can only keep doing tasks to find opportunities to advance.

For the aborigines, it is even more tragic. Usually they can only improve their realm by understanding the laws. It is common for people like Veronica and Mephistopheles to be stuck in one realm for decades. .

At least Brando has never heard of any external force that can help improve the realm of elements.

He was not sure whether this was an illusion or because the other half of his soul belonging to Sophie was different from this world, so he did not dare to tell Sidney the secret for a while and could only wait for time to prove everything.

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