The Amber Sword

Brando was silent and unanswered. Of course, Grand Duke Anrek will come, and this is a play he planned, assassinating His Royal Highness, the princess who has gradually fallen out of his control, and regaining control of Prince Haruze's reign in power - no, here is Princess Bedes. Brando looked back at Haruze standing beside him, and the little prince stared back at his sister in another time and space, his face as if it were a fog in the clouds.

Her Royal Highness is more apathetic, she looks at Haruze, and her pale silver eyes have very complex meanings. “Ever since I ran away from the Palace of Kinteng with you in the years of flowers and summer leaves, you, me and Eruin have been through a lot, and you've grown up, Bedice, and it's time to take responsibility. ”

“Sister, I...”

Princess Griffin reached out and interrupted him, and she turned around and said to Brando, "Mr. Viscount, I'd like to speak to Bedice alone for a moment. ”

Brando thought about it, it was just the corner of the dream, and it didn't make much sense for him to stay here. The only way to get out of here was to make up for Viscount Cadell's regrets. He had to find more clues from the scene of the dream, so he nodded and said to Haruze, “Beddis, you stay here. Your Highness and you haven't seen each other for a long time. I'll wait outside in the lobby. ”

“Kader...” Haruze looked back at his teacher, and his childish eyes filled with panic and anxiety, but fell in Princess Griffin's eyes as if he were a lover. She shook her head uncontrollably and sighed slightly: "Leave Mr. Viscount alone. You've had a long time, Bedis. ”

Haruze's face was all red, because he was misunderstood, he was no longer a boy. But he couldn't explain it. He just looked at Brando with a begging look. Brando quietly compared him to a gesture, a sign of a tree elf - something he would have done in his previous life, and naturally imparted to his only student - and Brando told Haruser to stay here, gather information, and rendezvous with him.

The little prince still had unresolved anxiety on his face, but when he saw Brando's gesture, he suddenly remembered their intentions and tried to take a breath, finally calming down. ‘She' nodded at him.

Brando's eyes returned to Princess Griffin, or the shadow of His Royal Highness in his memory. He knew perfectly well how much weight this shadow weighed in his heart, and she had tangibly changed the value orientation of so many people.

Her Royal Highness, who has carried the kingdom with her full shoulders, has a unique charm, as she remembers, as calm as a lake, but beneath it breeds a strength as strong as the sea. She stood there, independent of the world, and watched the kingdom with a calm and wise eye. She had spent her entire life rejuvenating it from decay and eventually watching it destroy.

In the last moments of her life, the eldest princess often thinks alone, but what is she thinking?

Regret? Is it a memory? Or do you plan everything backwards with a calm mind?

The nobles who had embraced her eventually stood opposite her, and the only ones who supported her were the players, as if they were a great irony, but a group of historical passengers had feelings for a virtual figure.

But Her Royal Highness had always watched all this quietly and fulfilled her mission quietly. She had always understood her destiny and accepted it peacefully, as if she had only read a written book. But after all, she left a seed for Eruin, the cowardly and incompetent prince, who grew up under her wing and ultimately took responsibility.

This is the land that raised her, but grew up in the indifferent education of the nobles, what made her selflessly want to change all this simply because of a noble ideal?

Brando clasped his lips. He had no lofty ideals, just like all players - although the dreams of the first King Ecker had boiled the blood of every Eruin player with such vows. But do their feelings really fight for the people at the bottom? How many people really have revolutionary emotions? Reality is not yet possible, let alone in a game. The players were merely describing a romantic chivalrous scroll in their hearts.

And so is he. His desire for the heroic plot and his special feelings for Her Royal Highness, the goddess of martial arts brought him to this point, he never forgot his heart and carefully kept himself from falling into self-righteousness. What he pursued from the bottom of his heart was actually still the vow that the schoolsister had made to explore the end of the world together, a small, even somewhat ridiculous, wish.

But that is why true self-sacrifice in the world is so holy and respectful. Brando bowed deeply to Her Royal Highness, unrelated to class and role, as if worshipping those in his heart who pursued all good faith and innocent ideals.

Then he turned around and felt everything from the past dissipate in his heart. It was a special feeling, as if to relieve oneself of the burden, that the past had passed away and that the rest was a new future.

Brando walked out of the garden in a relaxed and heavy mood and saw black tea waiting for him there.

Black tea saw him and stood up straight from the column: "You did come out, Lord Viscount. ”

“Are you waiting for me? ”

“I'm sure Her Highness has something to say to her sister, don't you? They haven't seen each other in a long time. Her Royal Highness hasn't notified anyone that Princess Bedice is coming. Nobody knows but us!” Black tea giggled and answered with some glory, almost exactly as Brando had impressed her.

“Her Royal Highness trusts you. ”

“That is because we are trustworthy - the nobles are now on the side of the Grand Duke of Antilles, who want His Royal Highness to put an end to those reforms, ultimately because the princess's actions harm their interests.” The black tea hummed with some dissatisfaction.

This history is so similar, almost exactly as Brando remembers. But what he cares about is another answer, and he asks: "But either reform is good for the people at the bottom, and there is always support for Her Highness. ”

“Them?” the girl bit her teeth: “If those people were really reliable, how could Her Royal Highness have come to this point? Your Highness can sacrifice herself for them, and is anyone willing to sacrifice their lives for Her Highness? ”

How familiar is that? Didn't he ever think so? No, or that's his subconscious idea, just borrowing the black tea mouth of his memory. Why is that? Is it true that, as Black Tea later said in anger, humanity is selfish? He was also disappointed to leave the already ashed Eruin, heading north, but wandering in the game world like an orphan wild ghost.

But this time, Brando hesitated to say, "Maybe for another reason. ”

Black tea heard his answer and looked up at him carefully. She squinted her eyes slightly, looking like a pre-hunting cat: "Actually, that's not what you think, is it? ”

“Hmm?”

The girl smiled slightly and said with some uncertainty: "Because I see confusion in your eyes. And you're one of us, and although you're just NPC, I can smell the same smell on you as us. ”

Brando's heart was palpitated by this phrase.

‘You're one of us, and although you're just NPC, I can smell the same smell on you as us...'

It's not black tea, she's not that smart, it's self-explanatory. No, not only that, but it was Cadell's self-torture, Brando's hidden sense of what he had caught - what kind of answer was the knight who had lost his reputation and memory seeking from him?

The two men walked into the main hall of the banquet as guards in charge of the security of the Palace of Kinteng and enjoyed the full confidence of Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Regent, which allowed members of the red travellers to be free and unhindered during the banquet. As for Brando, he was already an invited guest.

The center of the banquet is a huge dance floor. Countless aristocrats gather around this circle, climbing to each other in three or two places, only in their own circles, but occasionally entering other circles to greet familiar or one-sided guests. The banquet is an important means of communicating with the nobles, and many enemies and allies are born in such banquets.

The enormous magnificent chandelier brings the entire hall to light, and Brando's eyes are full of luxury, as if he could see nothing from this glorious light that the kingdom was stalling, but he had witnessed it all before, and now it's just a resurgence.

He crossed the crowd aimlessly, subconsciously trying to find out about Anrik and his men's secret killers. In reality, Alec put him in a lot of trouble. I didn't expect him to continue to fight him in his dreams. This guy in Brando is really disgusting.

But Brando also noticed every detail around him, and Viscount Cadell's memory fell into this vast dream, and any detail could inspire his memories of the past, driving the scene of the dream to change. Kung Fu didn't have a heart, and soon he found some changes.

The clock in the middle of the hall pointed to 8 p.m., which was two hours short of the time he remembered when the banquet began; from the landing arch on the north side of the Palace of Kinteng, it was supposed to be the palace and a large area of garden, but Brando stood there, only to see the lush forest, and the sky was dark.

There was also a hidden smell of blood in the air, with a scorching odor that seemed to burn things.

The clock scale, the forest outside the window that doesn't match the memory, the variation in the air, Brando guesses these are probably the memories of Viscount Cadell's life. He was impressed by the fact that he was able to retrieve these memory fragments, which must have been more critical memories in his mind, so Brando also remembered them silently.

And then he backs away, and he bumps into someone.

“Ouch.” A naive voice called out. Brando felt that the man hit his hip with one end, and that should be a child, and he judged that the other should be carrying a plate of food because he heard the ding-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong.

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