Act 519 Return

After a brief commotion, calm returned to the tent. The appearance of the Orb of Wind made everyone see hope, as if there was a hand in the dark pushing all this, but people were more willing to believe that it was Lord Martha's blessing for her people. Maybe the victory of the war was not It is unpredictable. Everyone calmed down a bit, and Neil Fisher asked: "So what is the last sword?"

"The Sword of Nature."

"Can we find this sword in a short time, I mean before the Dragon of Dusk and the Alpha Wolf Isis?"

"About the natural holy sword," Brando replied: "As I have described before, the natural scepter and the soul of the holy sword have been obtained separately outside the elemental boundary and the realm of stagnation, and the holy sword itself should be acquired at this moment. At Lubick."

Great Holy See Wala asked: "Lubik, is it that desert kingdom?"

"Exactly, the gravekeepers have been guarding that sword for generations. I also learned this by chance, but the two friends swore to us that they would definitely bring back the sword. I believe them." Lando thought of Adni and Naquil. They should be on their way to Eruin.

There was a commotion among the people, and the dwarf king Kalifen asked: "How can we say that the seven swords have gathered together?"

Even Solomon looked a little surprised. Everyone was determined to find these seven holy swords, but they didn't expect the surprise to come so quickly. When they saw Brando nodded in acquiescence, several people in the tent looked at the Lord of Fire. There was a hint of something - that was the owner of the seven holy swords. The meaning behind that was self-evident.

Including the dwarf king Carifon and the wizard king Solomon, everyone stood up and bowed in this direction, not only for Warnd, but also for the authority given by Martha.

Brando said nothing.

The plan has been set, and the meeting has come to an end——

It was almost dawn when we left. In the dark camp, only a few wind lanterns were swaying in the darkness in the distance. The last star in the eastern sky was sinking below the horizon. The sky was already faintly blue. The night wind passed through the wilderness of Manktor, whistling. There was a sound, with the chill of autumn approaching. In the cold wind, only Antitina and Delphine were waiting. They saw Brando from a distance, and the staff lady came forward first, while the prime minister's daughter He followed with a smile on his face.

"Didn't I tell you to go rest first?" Brando looked at his staff lady with a little heartache. Thinking that she might have stood shivering in the cold wind all night, he took off his coat and covered Antiti with it. On Na. Delphine signaled him with a smile and eyes - 'What about me? ’, but was glared at by Brando angrily.

Antitina grasped the lord's coat tightly with her hands. Perhaps because of the rising temperature, her face was a little red, her long eyelashes fluttered, and there was some tenderness in her eyes reflecting the sunlight: "I originally wanted to go back, but I couldn't sleep anyway. I received a report in the middle of the night, so I came back."

"Where is she?" Brando gestured to the prime minister's daughter who was smiling and wearing a thick mink fur coat.

"Miss Delphine, she just arrived." Antitina answered truthfully.

Delphine smiled and tilted his head, but he didn't take it seriously.

Although Brando had expected this, this woman liked to pretend to be pitiful. If Antitina was not here, she would definitely have to pretend that she had stood here all night. But seeing the latter's face turned a little white, he felt a little soft in his heart. Anyway, at least the other party is here, right?

He took out another coat from the floating celestial sphere and covered Delphine in the same way. The prime minister gave him a look with affectionate eyes, which made Brando's heart tremble.

The three of them walked forward in the darkness, with only the sound of rustling footsteps under their feet. No one took the initiative to speak for a while, as if they were enjoying this indescribable moment of silence; people often say that when they are silent, they can feel the affection of others better. In his heart, Brando seemed to feel like this at the moment,

He could hear the rhythmic beating of the two slender and delicate hearts of Antitina and Delphine. One was slightly faster, while the other was gentle and long. It seemed like the silent words of two girls with different personalities, speaking to each other. He was talking about something.

He didn't know if Antitina and Delphine had the same feelings as him, but the staff lady and the prime minister's daughter both said nothing, as if they were savoring the tranquility of this moment.

Until a series of footsteps came from behind, and the heavy steps were still soft as a feline, Brando knew who was chasing him. "Mr. Brando!" Neil Fisher shouted from behind. When he saw the two people beside Brando clearly, the big man immediately understood something and stopped with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry. , Your Majesty the King of Flame, I’m disturbing you..."

Brando turned to look at the lion prince, and Antitina and Delphine also stopped with him. Neil Fisher is tall, even a head taller than Brando, but Brando can always remain normal when looking at each other, and the lion-man prince even feels that he is a head lower than him.

"In private," Brando smiled: "It's okay for you to call me Brando. In fact, I like this name better."

Nair-Fisher nodded, and a beautiful girl came out from behind - she glanced at Delphine curiously, and then quietly held the lion-man prince's hand.

"What do you want from me, Prince Nair?" Brando also looked at the girl with curiosity. The girl seemed to be a Cruz, but how could she be with the lion prince? The two of them looked at each other. It still sounds like a couple, with a little bit of the visual impact of Beauty and the Beast.

However, Prince Nair seems to be more in line with human aesthetics in every aspect, especially his burly figure. Even the face of a lion is full of resolute handsomeness. It has eyes as bright as emeralds, full of heroic and courageous colors. Coupled with its identity and strength, it is not very surprising that it attracts the attention of human girls.

But in front of Brando, this brave and courageous lion prince hesitated a little, as if he was a teenager. It once looked down upon the Lord of Fire, who was born in the Eruin people. Compared to the Cruz people, the Eruin people seemed to be weaker. What heroes could this ancient kingdom have?

But the Earth Sword changes everything.

That is not just the strength, but the broad mind. As for the strength of the King of Flame, which is enough to kill a demon king, there is no need to elaborate on it. Powerful but not arrogant, this is a quality that is close to that of a sage. The Holy Sword Odysseus he inherited was not just an inheritance from the Lord of Fire, Geert, but also equally wise and far-sighted.

Such heroes are truly heartwarming.

At this moment, Neil Fisher had already admired Brando so much. He seemed to be distracted for a moment. The brave lion warrior in the past was stammering and couldn't speak. It wasn't until the girl next to him shook his hand that the lion prince reacted.

The gaze in its only remaining eye became firm.

"Your Majesty the Lord of Fire," Nel Fisher said loudly, "I am here to apologize for my rudeness at that time. You are a true hero. I am ashamed of my gaffe."

Brando was taken aback for a moment, not expecting the lion-man prince to bring up the past so solemnly.

"I actually didn't care about what happened at that time."

"I know you don't care, but if I don't say these words, I think I will regret it for the rest of my life," the Lion Prince said firmly: "I just want to face my heart, Your Majesty the King of Flame, true bravery is You should not be afraid of your own heart - because I hope that one day, I can become a hero like you!"

Brando became somewhat interested.

He has seen many people who think they are superior, but none of them are truly strong in heart, not even the Silver Queen. Some of them regard being willful and insistent as firmness, and regard recklessness and abuse of power as courage, but these people do not even dare to look directly into their own hearts. A person who cannot take responsibility will never be able to become a person. The king's.

But what is a hero?

"What do you think a hero is, Prince Nair," he asked.

"A hero is naturally the one who can turn the tide in a desperate situation and save everything, just like you, Lord Flame King. He must shine in history and be remembered by future generations - just like the stars in the night sky , The glory will last forever." The Lion Prince replied without hesitation.

But Brando shook his head: "I don't think so."

Nair Fisher looked at him with his mouth wide open.

"It doesn't matter, that's just my personal opinion," Brando laughed: "No matter what, I hope you can become a hero in your mind one day."

The lion prince nodded seriously.

Watching the lion prince's back disappear into the darkness.

Antitina asked softly: "What does the Lord think of as a hero?" After hearing this question, Delphine looked curiously in this direction, her beautiful face lit up under the light of the roadside wind lamp. Suddenly, the purple eyes shone with a rare doubtful light.

"There are no heroes, Antitina." Brando replied.

"There is no hero?" Antitina was stunned.

But for Antitina's second question, Brando chose to remain silent. After a while, he changed the topic and said, "Who is that girl?"

"The daughter of Duke Stik," Delphine said, and looked at Brando curiously: "She is not inferior to my beauty, and her mind is the same. What's wrong, you suddenly ask this?"

"Just a little curious," Brando replied: "I think she seems to know you."

The prime minister's daughter covered her mouth and smiled softly: "She sees me as a thorn in her side, so she naturally knows me."

Brando couldn't help but glance at her, and he had a preliminary understanding of the circle of noble ladies - such as the relationship between Faina and Delphine, which is indeed rare in this circle. . Perhaps only the little princess Mehotofen, who looks unruly but is actually aloof from the world, can accept the prime minister's daughter, a 'best friend' who is full of scheming.

Speaking of which, this time Delphine took advantage of poor Faina again, and the latter seemed to be unaware of it until now. Delphine only proposed to push him to the position of Lord of Fire, but in the eyes of the Cruz nobles, Faina was the planner from beginning to end and the implementer of the plan. I am afraid that except for a few people, few Some people know that there is a prime minister's daughter behind this who is adding fuel to the flames.

But it's a pity that those who realize this either don't say it, or they are Delphine's father and brother, such as the old prime minister. The prime minister's daughter hid herself behind the scenes so easily and single-handedly planned this drama that changed Cruz - and even changed the entire history of Warnd.

"Don't let Faina get involved in politics in the future." Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but said: "You know she is not suitable for this. This time it happened for a reason, but it has caused dissatisfaction among the nobles. "

"Why, are you heartbroken?" Delphine laughed.

Brando glared at her again.

He fell silent and ignored the prime minister's daughter, wary of the latter taking advantage of her. He knew that although his lady on the staff did not say it, she actually had a grudge against the prime minister's daughter. Fortunately, Delphine himself seemed to be very aware of this and never crossed the line easily.

She is like a somewhat special outsider, always outside the system of Valhalla, but not too far away - in fact, she is getting closer, even Princess Griffin and Freya Occasionally, they began to accept her existence and even discussed some internal affairs of the kingdom with her. Fortunately, Brando is now the emperor of the empire, and Delphine, as a person around him, has also received the acquiescence of the empire's senior officials, including Prime Minister Niedwin and the Great Holy See Valla, so that his name is not unjust. The words are not smooth.

After a while, Brando asked again: "About that report, what report is it?"

Antitina, who was tightly wrapped in his coat, raised her head, blinked slowly, and then reacted - she quickly lowered her head and replied: "It's a report from the witches."

Brando understood immediately: "Has that plan also been implemented?"

"Well," the staff lady nodded: "Because of the full support of the Buga people, although there were some objections, the response was not too big, and it was much better than we expected in advance. Maybe we can see it in two or three years. We have achieved preliminary results, but many people still don’t understand why we are doing this?”

Brando sighed, and a white gap appeared vaguely on the horizon. His dark eyes reflected the morning light, and his gaze seemed a bit distant.

"It's just for preparation."

"Preparations?" Antitina asked: "What should we prepare? Will we use these in our battle with the Twilight Dragon?"

"No, it's to prepare for the next era."

"The next era...?" Antitina was stunned for a moment. She stood there for a moment and found that Brando had already walked ahead, so she quickly chased after him. She didn't know how to judge her mood at the moment. She might be a little stunned, but also a little happy. Everything seemed to be back to its original point, just like when they first met - when people were still confused, confused, or even desperate. Only this man believed firmly in the future.

Facts have proven him right.

So what about this time?

What will the next era be like? She suddenly became a little envious, because people didn't even know if they could live to see the coming of that era. There was no doubt that many people would die in such a war and become nameless monuments-perhaps they could be remembered by future generations. Admired, but it may also turn into nothingness and dust like the history of the world.

Only he still believed.

Antitina chased after her and asked in a rare move: "So Lord, what will the next era look like?"

Brando was silent for a moment and said to the two of them: "Perhaps it was an era of mortals. That era may be a lot different from now, but people may remember you, Antitina."

"I?"

"Your work," Brando suddenly turned around and asked, "has it been successful?"

"Ah!" The staff lady screamed in surprise. Her eyes were suddenly filled with a thin layer of water vapor. She probably never thought that joy could fill her heart so easily and directly, just as she never thought that joy would fill her heart so easily and directly. , it turns out that Brando has never forgotten.

That is her ideal and interest, to use the power of magic to change the world.

Even though she has never mentioned this to outsiders, Eruin's affairs are actually just a responsibility to the lord, and only this small dream is everything she loves wholeheartedly. Not only does she inherit It captures her dreams and inherits her longing for her family.

"It's just...just a small success, but there are still many shortcomings. Among dozens of experiments, this is the only one that happened by chance." The staff lady answered like a helpless little girl for the first time.

Delphine, who was behind the two, watched this scene with some interest.

Brando shook his head: "No success would be accidental. Although it is still very crude, it has opened a new page in history."

Antitina's face turned red.

Not out of shyness, but out of shame. She never thought that her work would have such a historical status. If Brando had not said this sentence, it would really make people laugh. In this field, in front of the Hazel people who are masters, she How can a mere Eruin man, who has just glimpsed the world, understand such a small thing and say that he has changed history?

This is really a ridiculous and generous declaration.

But she didn't know that Brando was not predicting the future, but seeing it all with certainty - what this moment meant to Eruin and the world. Perhaps a few decades from now, people will realize how important October of the Year of the Swift is to the history of Warnd.

That's the story of a gray crystal.

Later in the year, in many parts of central Warnd, a more far-reaching plan was put in motion.

A number of new academies were established in St. Osol, Eruin, Silver Bay and the Great Plains. When civilian students from all over the country poured into these academies, they were surprised to find that their new teachers would be from Buono. The Twelve Witches of Pine, or the wise people from the Hazel Plateau.

This is the end of the First Era. During this year, black magic has openly appeared on the stage of history for the first time. The power of wizards seems to have begun to decline, and magical technology has begun to become a reality under the advocacy of various countries. The mainstream of order and civilization.

However, in a magic academy in Tonigel, the substitute tutor just took out a crystal with shining light from under his robe. He held the crystal high and said to all the students in the audience: "You can carefully Look, this is a gray crystal, you can also call it a mana crystal, it is an extremely unstable dark magic aggregate."

"In the past, people often used it as a violent explosive, and even used it in most wars. But now, using such a magic engine, people can more smoothly use the powerful magic contained in it from it. Take it out——"

In those pairs of eyes full of thirst for knowledge, the boys and girls who stared at this crystal did not understand that they were witnessing the birth of an era.

During this year, a noble lady from Eruin discovered a crude machine. With it, people for the first time truly get rid of their dependence on the power within the Law of Tiamat.

The first day of the Frost Moon.

The snow has not yet fallen in the Wilderness of the Four Realms. This is Brando's last day in Manktor. On this day, he once again met the grand leader of the Farnzan Knights. Silver threads have quietly grown on the temples of this grand leader, which seems to symbolize the wind and frost that the Faenzan people have experienced this year. He has traveled thousands of miles and has just returned to Manchuria from the Great Plains. Ktor.

"Thank you for your hard work." When facing the leader, Brando had to say: "How is Faenzan doing now?"

"Everything is fine. Thanks to the help of the countries on the Great Plains, we rebuilt the temple there," the grand master of the Farnzan Knights replied: "The empire is gradually recovering its strength, although it will not be a while. But I think maybe by early next year we'll be able to rejoin the war."

"That's just in time for the end of this war," Brando nodded: "With the addition of Faenzan and Airanta, the chances of winning this war have also improved a lot."

He paused.

Then look at each other.

Brando knew that the grand leader would never come specifically to greet him, even if his current status was extraordinary and he could be said to be the nominal commander-in-chief of the Holy Alliance. But that was only in name, not to mention that even before the peace conference began, the Faenzan people had been showing goodwill to him. Not only the grand leader, but also the Supreme Judgment Knights and the Holy Light Knights came to him more than once. He did.

But he still hasn't figured out what the Faenzan people want from him.

The grand leader of the Farnzan Knights glanced at Solomon who was standing aside. The wizard king, who was unusually tall and had a serious look on his face, nodded.

"Your Majesty the King of Flame, someone wants to see you."

…

"Test——"

When Brando saw the skinny, breathless man in the dim tent, he was lying on a camp bed. There seemed to be the last glimmer of light in his cloudy eyes. His cheeks were thin and thin. He was pale, as if he would take his last breath at any time, but it seemed like a strong will was supporting him and he persisted until now.

It was such a person who was neither human nor ghost, but Brando still recognized him at first sight.

Perhaps it was because the life-and-death battle in Prague's underground auction house was so impressive.

The aristocratic swordsman with a rapier in his hand and a smug look on his face seemed to still be vividly remembering the scene of him approaching step by step. It was on the edge of life and death that he chose the path of a planeswalker. In other words, from that moment on, he chose the path that continues to this moment.

Suddenly, it was as if yesterday had reappeared.

The two met again in Prague, in the backyard of an isolated house in a dark alley. After the two people said goodbye in a hurry, they never expected that they would meet again in such a place. Just as Brando recognized Test, Test also recognized this young man from Butchi.

His eyes lit up like two will-o'-the-wisps, and he struggled to sit up from the bed, but with the help of a knight, he managed to complete this action.

Test gasped heavily and looked at Brando.

Brando frowned, not used to the other person's direct eyes.

"How did you become like this?"

"Where's the beacon?" Test asked in a hoarse voice.

"Beacon?"

"Those stone flakes," Test seemed to have to use all his strength every time he spoke, but he still expressed his meaning persistently and clearly: "You know, Antitina's father."

Brando was suddenly shocked.

But Viscount Test had already tremblingly taken out a piece of stone from his arms and placed it on the low cabinet beside the bed. He raised his head and looked at Brando steadily. The stone flakes were gray-brown and slightly flat. In Brando's view, how could they not be familiar with them?

"This is the last piece," Test replied weakly: "The tree herders took them to Faenzan, and now, it's back..."

…(To be continued.)