Scene 321 Holy White's Battle V

~Date: ~October 24th~

, the cyan rider galloped along the slope, Bunid's scaled gloved hands tightly grasped the reins and turned back on the horse. In the direction north of Ampersel, several huge light gates were opening on the horizon , countless armies are pouring out of it, densely packed like a piece of ants ≥ book bar)

"In another half an hour, the complete formation of the Black Blade Legion will appear on the battlefield of Ampersel, and the Cruz people will also intervene."

"My lord, what do you think we should do?"

The head of the Highland Knights looked solemnly at the small black dots rising from the horizon - they were the flying dragon brigade of the Black Blade Legion - covering the sky and the sun in an instant, and heading straight for Ampere Sear.

This number... is far more than the Black Blade Legion. It seems that the temple has completely deviated from neutrality. The nobles and nobles in the north and the forces hidden in Aruin in the temple have fallen to Grand Duke Sifah.

The Cruz people want to settle the matter once and for all.

He turned his head and looked at his subordinates: "What do you guys think?"

"The Highlanders have waited long for this day, my lord."

"Everything is like that prophecy, my lord, we trust your judgment."

"The kingdom tried to forget that war, but the veterans never forgot a day."

"Because it's an agreement."

...

"Because this is an agreement," the red copper dragon Leto said quietly to Kuran beside him as he looked at the dark sea outside Tonigel—the situation in the north is becoming more and more tense every day, maybe it was today, maybe it was yesterday, The young lord must have started to implement his plan in Amperesel - he turned around:

"On the high ground, knights never forget their promises to others."

"So, you discovered it from the beginning." Kuran asked.

"That brocade is unique," Leto replied, "Besides, veterans also have their own pride, how could they obey a child at will, even if the other party is a noble—"

"Besides, didn't you recognize it from the beginning?"

"The war that lasted half a century," Kuran replied, "brought Eruin a deep disaster that has continued to this day. Since the second revival, the nobles have completely degenerated. It is just an appearance, and it is still invisible in the final analysis." Eliminate..."

"Even people like Laird are afraid," Leto sighed. "His prestige back then was second only to the Marshal. But I don't agree with him. Just wanting to save Aruin is a Betrayal of the foundation of this kingdom."

"Why does Eruin exist?"

"Because I yearn for glory."

"So what was the answer to that mystery back then?" Kuran asked.

"No one knows," Leto shook his head. "Those who know are no longer in this world. Maybe Lord Turaman knows something, but he also left the kingdom because of it."

"Actually, I have a guess."

Leto turned his head and looked curiously at this former comrade in arms.

"Before being judged,

The Marshal once asked me a question," Kuran took a deep breath: "What is the truth of history? "

What is the truth of history?

...

"So." Brando couldn't help looking around inexplicably, and asked, "What's going on?"

"I thought you would ask this question a little later, my lord." Charles smiled awkwardly and replied. Brando stared at him coldly, not giving this guy a chance to play tricks.

"Actually, the answer is very simple." Charles glanced at Her Royal Highness and stammered and replied, "It seems that you may have already guessed part of the answer. The relationship between me and you is the highland knight and his mage attendant. Relationship."

"Charle."

"No, my lord. I'm not kidding you."

Brando was slightly taken aback, as if a flash of lightning stabbed in the darkness in his mind, something ignited instantly. He looked up and saw Charles looking at him seriously.

"That's right, my lord, you are a real highland knight." Charles smiled a bit wickedly, "I never lied. Everything is determined in the dark."

"This is impossible, Charles. You are joking." Brando suddenly felt that there must be something wrong, "We are not..."

He wanted to say the three words Planeswalker, but when things came to an end, he found it so difficult to speak.

"It seems that you also understand, my lord. I remember you once asked me what a card is, and I answered you like this - a card is a concrete representation of a rule, a collection of concepts, like You can summon Shire with the Highland Attendant card, and you can summon Metisa with the Silver Elf Knight, that’s because we have a close relationship with you.”

"The planeswalker's world is the reflection of the world's laws. However, history and cause and effect are also a kind of law." Charles replied in his mind.

"But what does that matter, I can't be a highland knight..." Brando felt a little unacceptable, as if someone told him that a lie could become a truth after repeated many times, which subverted his values . Because he knows better than anyone who he is.

He is Sophie and Brando, he is not even a nobleman, he used to be a gamer, but now he is just a fool with a dream of a hero. In his previous life, he had nothing to do with this world, and in this life he was just a miller's son.

The only person he has a little relationship with the nobles may be the mother who is a Cartiergo.

He froze suddenly.

How did the Kadirego people leave the Karasu Highlands? They have been nobles on the highlands for generations, and have married highland knights for generations, but how could his mother marry Braggs? Since this life, he has avoided thinking about his family, and the one who left the deepest impression in his memory is probably the grandfather who participated in the 'November War'.

But it was all cut off after the golden tree, and he deliberately didn't disturb Brando's peaceful life in the past.

Today, however, it all seemed to come together again, forming something he couldn't ignore.

Charles looked at him, "—from a certain moment, you have become a real highland knight, Lord Lord, you should understand this."

"No," Brando shook his head: "I still don't understand. Even though I may have some connection with the Highland Knights, as far as I know, the inheritance of the Highland Knights is definitely not the case..."

"Yes." Charles smiled mysteriously: "My lord, you might as well think about it carefully, why did you summon me? And what about the inheritance of the Highland Knights?"

This is not difficult for Brando. The motto of the highland knights is engraved on the ancient stone slabs of the Karasu Plateau, and has been chanted for generations. Many travelers and poets have spoken these mottos and sung them all over the place. And as a player. He remembers it even more clearly—the highland knights have been passed down from generation to generation, and the blood connection is inseparable. From the moment his descendants took over the sword of their ancestors, he has embarked on this path.

But before he could finish reading this sentence, he froze suddenly.

His face became white.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a 'dang'.

Charles smiled silently.

‘Besides, my brocade is not bad♀ I’m not bragging, the old non-commissioned officer praised me personally, saying that my brocade is the best among our students this year. '

‘My bedroom door is not far from me, thanks to Lord Martha, I only need to rush out a few steps to see my sword lying there quietly. '

"That sword is also one of my family heirlooms. My grandfather once used it in battle. It is said that he was a knight's servant for a while, and this sword was given to him by the master knight—"

'That sword should be of the Thirty-Two-Year Pattern. It has the imprint of ivy to commemorate the victory of the Battle of Golan-Elsen Plateau. '

'I remember that year His Majesty changed the standard of cavalry long swords, changing the length of the sword from the original two arms to one and a half arms, and the copper ornaments on the gauntlets were also replaced with ordinary iron flowers. Cost savings to accommodate the protracted 'November War'.

Brando couldn't hear anything clearly, he just felt a roar in his head. As if something exploded. He closed his eyes, only thinking that he was a complete and complete idiot.

What kind of thirty-two-year-old sword [what commemorates the victory in the Battle of the Golan-Elsen Plateau, what an idiot I am. Participated in the Battle of the Golan-Elsen Plateau that year. Isn't it the Highland Knight? He obviously should remember all this, but because of deliberate ignorance and being misled by Brando's memory. Forgot the most important point.

Brando stayed for a long time before finally recovering. Fortunately, he still has the other half of the soul in his body, so that he will not be unable to accept this fact. In fact, on the contrary, he calmed down quickly - after secretly cursing Brando, a big fool, he said Sophie's eyes seemed to look at the whole thing, and then everything seemed simple and clear.

He raised his head and looked at Charles, Overwell, Nimesis and Her Royal Highness. It seemed that these four people were the only ones present who knew the truth.

But why these four people are a bit interesting. Brando sorted out his thoughts slightly, and then asked: "So, it seems obvious that my grandfather is not just an unknown veteran of the November War as he said?"

Brando was not stupid enough to think that Her Royal Highness would know every veteran of the November War, not to mention the previous reactions of her and Overwell, it is very likely that his grandfather still has a lot of background. In connection with the words of the head of the Highland Knights, Bunid, Shire's identity is also extremely suspicious.

Brando suddenly became annoyed, and he dared to hide the whole thing from him alone. Although the kid was really stupid and cute in the past twenty years, the plot still made him feel a little bloody anyway.

So now, he needs an answer.

"You don't know?" Princess Griffin was slightly taken aback, but she immediately realized: "The Marshal really followed the agreement and didn't reveal a word to outsiders."

She looked at Charles beside her: "Mr. Charles?"

Charles couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Actually, this is a misunderstanding, but in fact, ever since I re-entered this world that day, I understand that Alice, the twin goddesses, is really weaving the world with threads. fatalistic--"

"As I said, there is a destiny in the dark."

"Marshal?" Brando seems to have heard an inexplicable word. As far as he knows, Aruin has never had such a military rank, position, title or title. "What is going on?"

"My lord, in fact, just as you guessed, your grandfather was never an unknown person." Charles sighed before replying.

Brando remained silent. He had expected this for a long time. How could it be possible for a veteran to possess the grandpa's extraordinary beauty. It could be said that Leto was also a veteran of the November War, but he was very different from his grandfather.

The ridiculous thing is that Brando has been thinking that his grandfather is just a little bit better than Jin for nineteen years, which makes him a little dumbfounded.

The most ridiculous thing is that Brando never knew his grandfather's name, but when the old man was still alive, people around him called him "Old Cholus". But it was obviously a pseudonym, and Brando never remembered a famous name that overlapped with this name.

Sure enough, Charles continued to answer: "In fact, all of this starts with the Highland Knight, just as you expected, Lord Lord—your grandfather was a genuine Highland Knight when he was young, and your body There is also the blood of the Highland Knights flowing in it."

"And at that time, he had a mage attendant named Charles Palosh."

"Ah—" The young people around seemed to have heard a bizarre story, and they looked at the young mage telling the story in shock. Although Brando had expected it, he couldn't help but took a soft breath: "Charles? Paloche...Charles? Paloche, Charles, are you the mage of the Paloche family?"

Charles nodded.

"Palosh is the most prominent title among the wizards of the tower, and their blood is also the closest to the people of silver. To have you as a servant, you don't mean to tell me that my grandfather or I should be surnamed Kadi Loso?"

Princess Griffin intervened: "Mr. Shire, he didn't lie, Brando, your grandfather is a descendant of the most prominent family among the Highland Knights - his real name should be Darus Cady Loso, as it is often called...Earth Darus..."

At that moment, Brando only felt that he was listening to a legend, but this time he experienced it himself. In that distant memory, the kingdom was in the most prosperous era of the second restoration, and Eruin once had three strong men who had reached the extreme state——Earth Darrus, Gurekais of the Kingdom of Mandate, and Secret Silvercastle scholar Turaman.

But Brando never dreamed that the most famous of the three was his grandfather.

He stared blankly at Her Royal Highness and Charles.

Charles couldn't help but smiled bitterly again: "My lord, but in fact, your grandfather has another name - he was honored by this name, and he also fell because of this name - Dragon of Harasg, the first time Marshal of the Allied Forces of the Temple of Flame in the Jihad..."

...

"So," Kuran asked at last, "you wrote Bunid a letter? What did you tell him in the letter?"

Leto nodded, looked in the direction of the sea, and answered after a while, "I just ask him if he still remembers the dragon of Harasgor."

"Haha," Kuran suddenly laughed, "Of course I remember."

"How can I forget?" (to be continued). .

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