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"Let the kingdom inherit the Earl's ideal. This ideal will be a plan for the entire Eruin, not Tonigel, or any territory under the aristocratic division to fight alone. You should understand the short-sightedness of those people. Only the kingdom's Only the long-term vision is the best. We cannot hope that everyone will be a Earl, but every Eruin understands the meaning of strength and dignity."

There was an incredible light in Luo Linte's eyes. He had never heard of such a statement before. It made him feel as if he knew the other person for the first time - the brother of a classmate he once looked down on, and he subconsciously fell silent.

"But the Earl is no longer here."

"It doesn't matter, but his will is still there, and we still have His Highness the Prince. I believe Prince Haruze must understand the Earl's ambition."

"what you up to?"

"The royal party has become a thing of the past, but Eruin does need a new belief, Luolint, we have many like-minded people, why should we go along with the past." A bright light flashed in Hainfu's eyes, and there seemed to be a There is a flame.

The light of stars in the sky fell on this dark forest.

The darkness seemed to allow Brando's perception to expand in all directions. The eye of the heart stared at the entire forest, including fallen leaves, insects, the light waving of night owls, whispers, and any small details in the dark corners. Nothing is reflected in his heart.

He stopped and found himself in the forest, as if he was part of this silent nature. Although he was seriously injured during the battle with Arkentu in the Stasis Realm and almost died, since Lady Martha healed his injuries and returned to Warend, he has always felt close to the laws of this world. His strength seemed to be growing every moment, and he was getting closer and closer to the level he was once familiar with.

"Sir, are you in a bad mood?" Qian also stopped and said a little guiltily: "Is it because we have been delayed for too long in the Ring of Trade Winds?"

She lowered her head: "If I hadn't accidentally offended those Buga people..."

"It's nothing, the people of Sasard deserved it," Brando shook his head. His thoughts were not actually on this matter. He naturally heard the conversation in the wooden house in the distance, and it seemed that his influence on Eruin was getting bigger and bigger. But whether it is good or bad is difficult to say clearly.

But he had no intention of stopping it.

Of course, Eruin needs more than just one person. This ancient kingdom also needs its future, its next generation. At least these people already think differently than their parents did. Like a pool of stagnant water, there are new ripples.

"Akane?"

Brando suddenly said.

"kindness?"

"Can I invite my guard captain to accompany me for a walk?"

The mountain girl was stunned: "Sir, aren't we leaving?"

"Of course not," Brando replied: "Although I invited my guard captain, it takes up her rest time. You can't keep such a face all the time, can you?"

Akane showed some confusion.

Brando smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said: "Come to me, don't follow behind the boss, do I look scary?"

Qian stared blankly at Brando's extended hand. She hesitated for a while before putting her hand on it. When Brando held her hand, the girl's movements visibly stiffened, but soon softened.

Brando looked at Qian's awkward walking movements. He couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Could it be that my guard captain is actually a puppet?"

Under the bright moonlight, Akane seemed to have lost the ability to speak, lowering her head and saying nothing.

Brando smiled and shook his head, but his thoughts were a little uncertain.

He had been dreaming a lot these days.

Dreaming about the past, dreaming about Butchi's night, dreaming about Roman, dreaming about the senior sister and Her Royal Highness, dreaming about fighting and escaping in the darkness. The dream was bizarre and somewhat real,

Some are absurd. In every dream, someone seemed to be trying to talk to him, telling him everything about the past and the future.

He couldn't help but think of the Sasardian alliance.

Those wizards have been secretly imprisoned, but they disappeared in the Ring of Trade Winds, and the Sasardians may have some trouble investigating. So he handed those people over to the druids. The power of the World Ring is not inferior to that of the Silver Alliance. The druids owe him a favor regarding the Ring of Trade Winds, and the two have always cooperated well. This is a trivial matter.

He interrogated many things from those people. It was not surprising that the Thassardians coveted the war tablets. After all, they were once the 'owners' of this forbidden knowledge. There are some ambitious people who want to use this to restore the former status of the Silver People, restore the empire in the sky, and let the Buga people flow the silver blood again. Since the change of the 'tiamat' law, the gap in status has become such an arrogant idea. There is more and more market within the Silver Alliance.

He heard that the Buga people hurriedly withdrew from the meeting in the Four Realms. It seemed that there were internal differences and different voices. Vladimir and the Sarde wizards had been splitting the Silver Federation, and now it was the most beneficial moment. their opportunity.

This was originally an internal matter of the Silver People, but the Sasardians reached out to Eruin, which made Brando feel a sense of danger. The gray mages showed a slight concern for Princess Griffiin. Hostility is obviously more than just seizing the stone slab.

He saw exactly such a future in his dream. He didn't know whether that future was true or false, but it confused him. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grasp the world. The moonlight passed through his fingers, making it look a little hazy.

The forest in the distance is still immersed in darkness and has shadows, but it is not difficult to see the undulating shadows of the Grahar Mountains; there is a sparkling stream running through the mountain forest, making the pebbles shine brightly in the moonlight. There were a few young deer flashing through the forest.

After leaving Sarnan, we set foot on the land of Fir Territory. It can be said that this trade route in the black forest was opened up by him, but when walking on this road, he felt a peculiar shyness about being close to home.

Where is his hometown?

Tonigel, or Braggs, or Butchi, past or present?

"Qian, what do you think this world is like?" Brando suddenly stopped and turned around and asked.

This question was a bit too big. The mountain girl was silent for a moment, then shook her head silently.

Brando smiled. He actually didn't expect to get the answer, or he already got the answer. The world in people's hearts has different meanings in people's hearts. It becomes bright or dark according to people's hearts. For different people, there is no fixed answer.

What is the world he wants?

Brando silently thought about the answer to this question.

But the same question seemed to touch something in the mountain girl's mind.

Brando suddenly felt a pair of hands hugging him from behind. He felt Qian's nervous heartbeat pressing against his back, as if there was no distance at all, reaching his heart.

"What's wrong, Akane?"

Akane said nothing.

"Are you scared?"

"I heard the old people say that the gods will turn into stars in the sky and shine on their people on the earth. I am afraid that one day, the lord will also leave us."

Brando couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, laughing so much that tears came out. This silly girl - he held Qian's hands on her chest and said, "Where did the gods come from? We are just mortals."

Akane remained silent.

Brando suddenly stopped laughing.

He felt boundless power pouring into his body. Every breath he took seemed to echo with the mountains. The rustling of the pine forest turned into a sound of waves. It seemed to be the sound of his heartbeat, and the sky and the earth , at this moment they all became one whole with him.

Brando closed his eyes and felt his soul resonate slightly. He felt that the sound of hammering gold and stone echoed in his blood. The rumbling sound was the echo of the silver thread of law.

Laws made up his body, and magic made up his blood. When he opened his eyes, it was like the morning sun rising, and when he closed his eyes, it was like the bright moon in the sky. He breathed out the cold north wind, and the words he spoke turned into laws and symbols. He stepped out With every step he takes, life is born from his footprints. When his heart beats, it becomes one with the pulse of the earth.

Brando sighed.

At that moment he saw the sage's end, where Martha seemed to be waiting for him in the light.

"I will not leave you," he whispered to Akane, "I swear."

It's so close to home.

Beyond this forest is the fir-collar field. The moonlight of the black forest must also be shining coldly on that land.

…

early morning.

The junction of the original site of Green Village and the Black Forest - this place has become deserted since the Fir Territory opened a new passage into the Black Forest from the direction of Schavlund. There are few people passing through the scrubby ruins, and only occasional adventurers will pass by this place or stay here briefly.

The ruins of broken walls in the forest bear witness to the decline of this place. To the east of the village, the Tonigel people built a sentry tower here. Sentinel Harder stood on the top of the tower. The forest several miles away was within his field of vision, and he could not believe that he saw a group of people walking from the direction of Green Village.

The captain was boiling tea in a kettle with a frown on his face. The news coming from the north became more and more tense day by day. It was heard that the White Lion Guards had already met the rebels, but the news was tightly blocked. Soon it was rumored that the rebels had already reached Fu. Lada-Pest, it was soon heard that the rebels had arrived at the Pallas Fortress.

But no matter which aspect, there is mostly bad news. At least the army from the north has captured Ampelser. This is real news. Even the sea transportation has been intermittent, and the number of merchants coming to Fir Territory has significantly decreased. .

…(To be continued.)

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