Act 88 Redemption III

The Amber Sword, Act 88 Redemption III

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The hall has become like a Shura field covered with scarlet and dazzling bloodstains. Soldiers wearing red and white shirts slowly passed over the corpses lying on top of each other, and passed over the bodies that gathered into a trickle below. Blood Creek, cold iron boots stepped neatly across the sticky carpet paved with blood, surrounding Brando's corner. love palate

The half-elf princess was still trying to free her wrist from Brando's iron-clamping palm. She struggled for a while, but in vain, so she quickly calmed down and asked in a cold tone: "Viscount Cardel, what do you want? What to do?"

Under Haruze's panicked eyes, Brando placed the obsidian-black blade of the Earth Sword on Griffiin's neck, watched the two approaching knights stop, and then replied: " Of course Deus Ex.”

"Escape?" Princess Griffin glanced at the soldiers suspiciously. In her mind, those people should be the same as Viscount Cardel.

Brando didn't explain much. He used his sword to quiet the knights of Her Royal Highness and the female officers beside her, and then said: "If you don't want your Royal Highness to be harmed, just do as I say, and you follow me. Come on, let’s retreat towards the stairs and go up to the second floor.”

Princess Griffin didn't know what Viscount Cardel meant, so she snorted softly.

"Your Highness Princess, if Bedis still has a chance to live, this is what you want, right? So I hope you can cooperate with me. I believe you are smart and calm enough to judge the pros and cons of the moment, so that we can all Everyone dies here. It does no good except to your enemies—"

"teacher……"

Haruze looked at him with some embarrassment, but was stared back by the latter.

The look on the eldest princess's face did not believe that 'Kadel' would suddenly change sides. She would rather believe that there is another conspiracy. But Brando is right about at least one thing. Princess Griffin has always had the qualities to be the best politician since she first left the Kinten Palace at the age of sixteen. She can calmly analyze a situation and accept the option as long as it is not the worst.

Personal emotions have always been an unattainable luxury for her. Sometimes her reason is like a sophisticated machine. She is stubborn and indifferent to herself, but she clings to the hope in her heart. She once sacrificed everything she had, so she became the eldest princess whose fate in history attracted the sympathy and resonance of all Eruin players.

So she did not reject Brando's words. But there was no agreement. This is enough. Brando knows that Princess Griffin has not given up her vigilance against herself.

But he also knew that at least she would not deliberately go against him.

Next, he needed to fight his way out, and he didn't want there to be someone behind him who was always ready to trip him up.

He immediately led Princess Griffin towards the stairs. As expected, the eldest princess did not resist, but she looked at the two embarrassed knights protecting 'Badith' with her eyes. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. For this eldest princess, as long as Bedis can leave here, everything else will no longer matter.

In her plan, Anlek will become the biggest threat in the minds of the nobles because of the loss of the royal family, which is the target of public criticism. This threat will evolve into a confrontation over time. And then opened the curtain of war. But the lords on the plateau are not as weak and bully as the Corcova royal family. The war between the nobles will definitely end with a compromise and loss of both sides. Madara, who is ready to make a move, will not give up this precious opportunity. The undead army Will sweep across the scorched earth.

After that, the Cruz people will definitely not want to face the direction of His Majesty the Emperor who is holding a mercury staff, so supporting the resistance forces in Eruin is an inevitable choice.

As long as Bedis is still there, there is still hope for the kingdom to emerge from the scorched earth.

Although her ancient homeland was inevitably going to fall into the sea of ​​fire, she could no longer care so much. All she saw in her eyes were the burning flames, whether it was her, Grand Duke Anlek, or those greedy nobles. No matter how good they are, they will always drag this kingdom into the abyss.

She could only choose the better outcome.

Griffith quietly felt the coldness of the blade on her neck, and lowered her eyelids calmly, but her heart was filled with sadness. She looked back on her life, as if she was always making the worst choice.

Every compromise seems to set the stage for the next failure.

For a moment, she suddenly wanted to go back to the past, to that year. She is only sixteen years old, maybe she should choose a different path, and the future of the kingdom will not be like this.

Brando seemed to be able to vaguely feel the inner thoughts of the princess he was holding hostage, because this was originally part of his memory. Or maybe he had the same wish in his heart, and it was this wish that allowed him to willfully change the path of inevitable decline that originally belonged to Eruin. ,

It was also because of the same wish that he firmly believed that he could leave this dream, and he already had his own answer in his heart.

He controlled Her Royal Highness with one hand and swept the sword with his right hand, sweeping away the long swords in the hands of the soldiers who were swarming forward. Then he struck out with a sword without any tricks, and the ordinary blade slashed in the air. Draw a straight line.

The sword blade passed by, and those soldiers had no time to block. They could only watch as the dark obsidian-like blade cut through the shirt, cut through the metal ring on the chain mail below, and cut through the flesh and blood below. The bones made a crunching sound, and along with countless broken metal rings, eye-catching rose-colored blood splashed.

The color of the blood is like red wine, but darker.

With just one sword strike, seven or eight soldiers flew out. They fell into the crowd and knocked away more people. Brando stood at the top of the stairs, but he did not rush up first. Instead, he dragged Haruze up. He waited for the two knights and the female officer to rush over, then turned around to cover everyone and continued to move forward.

Princess Griffin seemed to have just come back to her senses. She looked at this scene in surprise: "What on earth do you want to do, Viscount Cardel?"

This was the second time she asked this question in a short period of time, but her tone was completely different. Even though she still had doubts in her heart, she at least believed that Viscount Cardel and Anlek were not in the same group.

"I said it." Brando stood on the stairs and chopped down a soldier with his sword from top to bottom. The sword blade cut into the guy's helmet like cutting tofu. Blood spurted out from the gaps in the metal like a waterfall.

He pulled out his sword, kicked the corpse down, then walked up a few steps and replied, "Just fight your way out of the siege."

"But you and Anlek -" the eldest princess frowned, and Brando understood the suspicion in her eyes. The meaning of that sentence was: I don't think you will betray Anlek for Bedis - —

Some people would risk their lives for love, but Viscount Caddell was not one of them.

Because he is now Viscount Cardel, Brando has to accept this. Although this gap in identity and experience made him speechless. He knew that his choice might make him fall into a dream forever, but he still did it. At this time, he really wanted to smile bitterly:

‘Although your brother is indeed very attractive when he is made up to look like a girl, he is still a man after all.

But Brando vaguely guessed another possibility. This possibility made him take the princess and other accompanying people to the second floor without hesitation. He was very familiar with Jinteng Palace. The second floor of the hall led to the manor behind, where there was a secret passage leading to the forest outside.

That forest. If he guessed correctly, it should be the forest where Viscount Cardel was assassinated. It was the same forest where they found the carriage before.

Although the location is completely inconsistent, the dream is so weird.

Therefore, the result of the entire dream should appear there. As for life or death, Brando no longer cares so much. Sometimes, facing the confusion in your heart, you have to take a gamble. And his confusion, Viscount Cardel's confusion, and Haruze's confusion have long been intertwined. Brando still doesn't have a clear answer in his heart.

No matter what, as long as you go down, you will see the ending.

The two knights kicked open the closed wooden door on the second floor with a bang. The door made of black wood was of surprisingly good quality. Even after being kicked out by two gold-level masters, it still basically maintained its original appearance. Brando sent the little prince in, followed by the two knights who protected him and the older female officer. Brando hesitated for a moment and finally decided not to hold Princess Griffin hostage again. He let go of the princess. Lu Yin's eldest princess let her go in by herself.

Princess Griffin was slightly startled, then raised her head and looked at him in disbelief.

"Viscount Caddell?"

"Let's talk about it later." Brando turned around, raised his right hand, and aimed the wind ring on his index finger at the stairs in the hall, where the soldiers were rushing up. Then he opened his mouth and said... A bursting hurricane shot out from the ring and hit the curved staircase with a bang. The wooden planks that made up the staircase were first dented, and then the whole thing broke from the middle, and a person was blown open. The huge hole turned into slowly falling sawdust.

But again, it seemed like there was a rain of blood in the hall.

Brando and Her Royal Highness, who were still standing at the door, had their faces more or less stained. Her Royal Highness the Princess looked at Brando, whose face was covered with blood, and asked: "Viscount Cardel, are you really willing to do it for Beidi?" Si give up everything?"

No, everything else is possible, but Brando swears it has nothing to do with this. He turned around and saw Haruze, who was blushing to the ears because of his sister's words not far away. He sighed and replied: "Your Highness, I think now is not the time to express my determination... If I can, I Naturally, I will help you take care of His Highness, but our top priority is to get out of here."

But Princess Griffin looked at him and shook her head: "You don't understand, I am already a deadlock. Unless I die, the conflict between the nobles and Anlek will never rise to the surface, and this kingdom will only Decline day after day, until falling into the abyss of fire——"

"This knot is tied by me, and I must untie it. I am only worried about whether Bedis can clearly distinguish what is entrusted to her. I hope you can give me a clear answer, Viscount Caddell."

Brando stopped.

There was a rumor in history that Princess Griffin secretly contacted the wind elves to counter Anlek. She asked the elf envoy to bring a secret letter, but the news was eventually leaked. It aroused the murderous intention of the powerful Grand Duke. Not long after that, during the banquet tonight, he ordered an assassin to kill the princess and put the blame on Madara.

But afterwards. No one could find any evidence - except for the blank letter.

What Her Royal Highness the Princess asked the envoy to bring was a blank letter. Some people suspected that this was the Cruz people's fault. In fact, some people later found out that the Cruz people were behind the assassination. Even the Temple of Fire could not escape the relationship.

But Brando suddenly guessed another truth.

"That blank letter was brought back to the Elf Court by the Wind Elf Envoy. It's just for you to force Enlek to start planning, right, Your Highness?"

Princess Griffin looked at him with some surprise: "How did you know? Enlek already knew? No, no, if he knew, he would not choose to do it -"

Brando said nothing.

Anlek was plotted.

The regent princess finally laid a trap for the old fox with her own life. Everything that happened after that was exactly as she thought, the Eruin Civil War, the Third Black Rose War, Haruze and Elara got married. The establishment of the Eruin resistance organization.

But he didn't feel relaxed at all, but felt angry. Her Highness the Princess not only plotted against Enlek, but also hid it from all the players who supported her. He would never forget the night when Menstros fell into flames.

I can’t forget the lonely look on my senior sister’s face when she left.

He stared at the princess, unable to confirm whether what the other party said was true or false, because it was actually his own memory.

But Brando calmly suppressed his unhappiness, because the negative emotions in the dream were all confusion. The pale ghost lurking in the dark manipulates people's hearts in order to make people lose themselves in their out-of-control emotions.

No one knows this more deeply than Brando.

He asked this to test Viscount Cardel's feelings, as if he understood everything that happened repeatedly in the same dream. Kader must have experienced the same scene as him, that is to say, the viscount must have had the same confusion as himself.

The information on the guide is now useless.

Brando put it aside. Without a guide, it didn't mean that he couldn't move forward. First of all, he was also an excellent player, and secondly, he had more firm feelings. If he cannot defend, then he will take the initiative to attack.

First, he needs to answer a question for himself: How did Viscount Caddell answer his confusion back then?

And how will he answer?

Brando pondered for a moment and replied to Princess Griffin: "Sometimes the right choice is not necessarily the right choice, Your Royal Highness."

"Then what is correct?" The eldest princess raised her head and looked at him puzzledly. She seemed to hear something in the viscount's words.

This question also echoes in Brando's heart. It is the question repeatedly asked by the ghost of Viscount Cardel: How to choose is the right one?

Brando raised his head and glanced down. The soldiers in red and white uniforms were getting up again from the smoke-filled hall. He retreated into the room and pulled the princess some distance back.

Then he breathed out gently, as if to confirm the idea in his heart, and replied:

"People cannot always be willful, but willfulness can actually be forgiven——"

When he answered like this, he really felt a slight movement in his heart.

That was exactly the emotion that belonged to Viscount Caddell.

This pale ghost who had been hiding himself in the dark, the knight who had lost his name in the fog of history, finally could no longer hold back at this moment.

As soon as he moved, Brando finally confirmed the answer to his question.

found it--

The answer.

…

People's dreams are actually subconscious self-suggestions. In just a short period of time, Brando has remembered more than once the parents he met at the banquet and himself as a child. These memories that revealed his past haunted him like a nightmare, but until a certain moment, he suddenly realized that it was not the mysterious existence in the fog that tempted him to lose his mind.

On the contrary, what is hidden deepest in people's hearts turns out to be the opportunity for self-salvation.

The same goes for Viscount Caddell.

He recalled again and again the vision about Brando's grandfather that he had dreamed about when he was in the Golden Demon Tree, and again and again remembered the disappointed eyes of his parents when they looked at him. Although he was sweating profusely, he finally realized this:

This disappointment does not stem from his failure.

Being willful can actually be forgiven.

But escape and self-fear cannot, and you may even lose the courage to challenge failure again. It's like a weak person holding a sword tightly with both hands, but he doesn't dare to take a step forward without piercing the illusion in front of him.

He is the one holding the sword unsteadily.

That man had also been Viscount Caddell.

It’s also Haruze.

He could stab Princess Griffin to death with one sword, which might be Viscount Cardel's wish. But Brando finally realized that it was definitely not his own.

If he so chooses, he chooses a compromise. Just like once a person loses his courage, he loses his determination to break the illusion. People who lose his determination to break the illusion can only stay in the dream forever.

Brando was truly sure of this at this moment, just as he felt the throbbing of Viscount Cardel's feelings in his heart.

He could completely feel that emotion, which was fear and fear, confusion and jealousy. Because I made the exact opposite choice.

Kader chose to compromise and thus remained in his incomplete dream.

But Brando's choice is to change all of this willfully, pursue his own heart willfully, and realize his ideals and beliefs willfully.

If you give up, you will fail——

Brando seemed to see a poor figure flashing in front of him. He held the sword, and the belief in his heart had never been so firm. In front of him. The corridors suddenly collapsed layer by layer, and the scenery seemed to melt and turn into thick fog. After the mist parted, Jin Teng Palace seemed like collapsed gravel, disappearing in the wind together with the corpses of those soldiers and nobles. In the gravel, Brando even saw his parents, himself as a child, senior sisters, and everyone in the Crimson Brigade. Their faces merged into the fog, faded backward, and gradually disappeared.

But that last glance will remain in his memory forever.

There were only Princess Griffin, Haruze, two knights and the older female officer left beside him. Her Royal Highness the Princess seemed unaware of the changes around her. She grabbed Haruze's hand and moved forward firmly.

The little prince now fully understood what his sister was thinking. Although he still could not understand the meaning behind that kind of sacrifice, the history that happened in the dream was like a heavy nightmare to him. Haruze bit his lip, and there was moisture in his eyes, but he did not shed any tears. Tears come.

As early as many years ago, he still remembered the stars on the summer night in Jinteng Palace, when his father was still alive. He remembered that his sister had said to him: A man should not shed tears.

But he only remembered crying because his knees were red because he was taught swordsmanship training.

The mist parted heavily.

Behind that is a forest.

The stars are all over the sky as if they were just beginning to shine in the night sky, the pine forest is rustling, the water is gurgling, and the firelight in the distance is gently swaying like a dream.

Brando remembered his childhood, and the air after summer nights was so fresh.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and saw the carriage parked quietly in the woodland.

The car door was open, revealing a corner of her silver dress.

The beautiful girl was lying in the carriage with a black dagger stuck in her chest. She is beautiful, and her pointed ears indicate her identity, but unlike Haruze, she is a real elf.

Brando didn't speak.

But he already knew the identity of the other party.

Bedis? Ramona? Yueye... Today's second update, 10,000 words. I've been wanting to talk about the bottlenecks I've encountered recently. In fact, it is not appropriate to say that it is a bottleneck. It is better to say that it is a misunderstanding. It is not a day or two that I encountered this problem. Starting from the second half of Canaan, I have actually been troubled by similar problems because of the writing. The more I write, the more I worry about gains and losses. I always feel afraid that my writing will deviate from my original intention and the burden will become heavier and heavier. So every time I write, I have to stop and rethink my original intention. Even Canaan was discontinued because of this. .

After writing so many words, I have never found the root of the problem. Instead, I am getting more and more helpless. After talking with everyone today, I finally understand what I am pursuing... Hey, I have complained so much, just because I want to I want to get back to the carefree self I was when I wrote Canaan. I have been very tired from writing recently. I hope everyone can understand me. )rq

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