In Brando's vision, many fragments exuding brilliance began to appear in the darkness. It looks like shards of reflective glass scattered in the dark, and like a mirror with different scenes reflected in the mirror. Some of these scenes were what he had experienced before, and some made him feel unfamiliar. These scenes continued to emerge and disappear with flashing fragments.
Until a solid light door appeared in front of him.
It was a larger fragment, but it had the shape of a luminous door. Brando stared into the door, and the luminous door seemed to be another world:
It was a courtyard indulged in the mild breeze somewhere, with carved beams and pillars, blooming flowers lingering, light singing, and ivory white carved corridor pillars hidden among the trees, the picture exudes a faint dim light, like The scroll of time passing, as if Changchun stays in a dream forever.
Brando saw a line of guards in armor, with gleaming silver scales, holding a halberd, and a silver whistle helmet on top, swaying between each other. Behind the shiny silver visor showed pointed ears with long silver. The hair is scattered along the carapace like a tassel.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear: "Why do you always like to peep into the inner world of others? Could it be that the king of prophecy is someone like you?"
It is a female voice, somewhat sandy, low and steady, reminiscent of the moonlight wine of elves, long and mellow, intoxicating.
Brando was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he could not move when he wanted to look around. But the long period of darkness sharpened his other senses, and his memories and associations became more abundant. This voice reverberated in his mind for a moment, and he distinguished its impossible master—a person who should have been there a long time ago. The dead.
"White?" He couldn't speak, but the question came out of his mind automatically.
"Is this your memory?"
"Aren't you dead, or is this my illusion?"
"It's your illusion. This is hell. You are dead, so we can meet again." Bai's voice was still in the mood to joke.
"It looks like you are not dead."
"I'm not dead, you are lucky, so you can wake up so quickly; I shouldn't have reminded you, because it has nothing to do with me anyway."
"… What's the meaning."
"Because if you had said that you were the one chosen by Martha, you didn't have to hurt me so miserably. You are a total idiot. And I didn't expect that the chosen candidate would be so useless as you, and almost died. During the trial, I almost caused me to be buried with you—"
"You saved me?"
Brando did not pursue the question of why the opponent is still alive, and now he can probably guess a few points.
The soul element that this woman masters is quite advanced, so she can peel off her body and preserve it, lurking on him; this way of existence is very similar to how St. Ossor left his soul in the holy ring after the wind. , But the former never asked for his consent.
"It's not me, and I can't save you, but I did wake you up."
"You wake me up?"
Brando gradually recovered his previous memories. He thought of the fragmented glaciers and the rocks entrapped in the crushed ice that were pouring towards him like Mount Tarzan, and remembered what happened before he lost consciousness.
"Remember?" Seeing Brando's silence, he asked for nothing.
"I remembered."
"But why am I here?"
"So you are lucky, you are not dead, and this is a very strange place, I have a proposal, we can cooperate—"
Brando was silent. He didn't believe in this woman. Although Madara's black knight had nothing in history, they were enemies after all.
But Bai seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said, "Don't you believe it? It's okay, I have my own way to win your trust."
"any solution?"
"Don't worry, I will tell you the content of the cooperation first: I can tell you there is one thing here, I must get it, you help me, and I will also borrow your angel heart bottle to use it. In return, I will tell Something about you."
"Why do you need my help?" Brando asked rhetorically.
Bai did not answer.
"So you can't move freely, right? Where is your soul hiding?" He already got the answer.
"So I hate your cleverness at this time, and it was the same at that time."
Brando smiled.
"I am staying in your spiritual world. I hide it very carefully, so you haven't found me." Knowing that I can't hide, Bai's voice replied bitterly.
"You really dare to tell me that you are not afraid that I will kill you?" Although Brando had already guessed, he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard what the other party said.
In everyone’s spiritual world, everyone is his own master. Dreams are only a part of everyone’s will, but in it he can also give and ask, live and kill, not to mention that the thinking world of the Master Traveler is self-contained, and it is completely a subject. The independent world controlled by the brigade mage, if he had known that Miss Black Knight was hiding in it, he only needed a thought to wipe her out.
Bai did not explain. In fact, she knew that she had to face such a danger to stand up, but she had to show up. "I'm Medissa's sister." She said in a deep voice.
"You said the same before," Brando replied solemnly, "but you are an undead, a tree shepherd, and one of the twelve patriarchs."
"Andersa, too, you didn't kill her?"
"That's because of Ms. Baiwu's instructions. I don't trust you at all. You should understand this." Brando replied. What he said was not a threat. In fact, because of the bad impression in the game in the past, he I don't want to make any deals with these cultists at all.
Although this lady of the black knight does not have too many backtracking records in history, she is ruthless and not a trustworthy person either.
Bai hesitated a little in her heart, she began to worry whether her choice was correct, because she knew that her destiny was in the hands of the other party, and she only needed a thought to make her impossible.
She was really afraid that Brando was someone who hated cultists.
"... I joined the Shepherd for a reason."
Brando was startled slightly: "What?"
"I can't say any more, I can only tell you this. I am different from the people you imagined. I don't care about the lives of other people, but I believe you are not so righteous," Bai said in a voice. He replied at once: "This is all I want to say, apart from that, there is no more word. If you want to kill me, please feel free to—"
"This is how you got me to be trusted?" Brando didn't answer her question, but asked rhetorically.
"It's not all, but it's okay. I even have my life in your hands. What are you worried about." Bai's voice replied very calmly. This calmness made Brando treat this woman slightly. Somewhat admiringly.
No wonder the opponent can become one of the famous Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
"Then what did you want to use to convince me?" he asked again.
"Don't you want to know what this place is? I can tell you that I can help you get out of here. You don't understand what it means to you. You will get unimaginable benefits, and I just have to get me back. What you want, it doesn’t help you much."
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe what you want is an artifact? Intelligence merchants can't make that much. After all, adventurers and mercenaries are bleeding, aren't they? Besides, I can't guarantee that what you are talking about must be. real."
"I don't bother to deceive anyone deliberately. You don't have the qualifications, and there is no hesitation for you. You have the right to repent at any time." Bai answered indifferently.
"What?" Brando was really surprised now. "I don't quite understand what you mean now, Miss Tiamas."
"I have already said it very clearly. The initiative is in your hands. You can choose to believe in me or you can choose not to believe in me. Your cooperation is based on your reputation, but I am betting that you will not deceive me, a weak woman, and will fulfill this agreement—"
She paused for a moment. "So, can you win your trust now, Mr. Brando?"
Brando kept silent. He had never experienced such a generous condition. If he did what the other party said, even if he got the thing, he would not give it to her. Even after the other party completed the agreement, he would ask for it. Don't kill her, it's all in your own thoughts.
Of course, Brando knows that he is not so limitless, but Bai does not know this-not to mention that if the other party asked for a very important artifact or holy thing, he would definitely not take it because of this agreement. Hand over things.
As he said before, intelligence dealers will always make small money, because it is never them who risk their lives.
He might compensate Bai a little, but it's her own business whether or not.
But even so, the other party still insisted on choosing this way, which required not only the atmosphere, but also showed the extreme arrogance of this woman.
She obviously has no doubts about her judgment and choice.
But Brando couldn't help shaking his head and grinning bitterly. She was quite accurate.
"You can only get half of the trust," but he didn't show any thoughts in his tone, only replied: "If you are not lying, we can take one step at a time."
"It's really unnecessary caution." Bai disdainfully said.
This is indeed extra caution. Brando can't think of any reason for the other party to deceive, but it is always good to be more cautious at this time.
He was noncommittal about Bai's disdain.
"Anyway, the initiative depends on me, and it won't be worse for you, will it?" he replied.