But only a pair of muddy eyes remained, burning the most exuberant desire to survive in the dark. The old man reached out tremblingly, crossed the wooden fence, and grabbed his daughter's hand.
"… is this real?"
Dilphary felt the big hand like dry bark rubbing his hand, tears could not help but finally came out of his eyes, and the suffering he had endured day and night seemed to be rewarded at this moment.
Yes, she is back.
Back to Yanbao.
On this land that gave birth to her.
When the north-south situation began to ease, she begged the princess to give her an army so that she could regain everything that belonged to her. Although Antitina hoped that she could wait until Brando came back, how could her father wait until that moment
Fortunately, the lady of the staff still agreed to her request, and when she returned to the Northland, the eldest son of the king also gave her all the help she could. Whether it was all this or the fleet behind her, Dilfieri understood. All this is due to the kindness of the Lord Earl.
Perhaps the fateful encounter in Ampersel was the turning point for all of this.
Master Martha never gave up on her, even if she threw herself into the embrace of darkness.
"Open the door of the cell!" She reluctantly let go of her father's hand, and instead ordered with the majesty that the Earl Yanbao's daughter should have.
The attendants did what they said, but Earl Yanbao seemed to be too weak. It was also possible that meeting with his daughter again exhausted all of his energy, and he had fallen asleep at this moment.
Dilfieri didn't dare to disturb, she motioned to the attendants to relax, and carefully send the Lord Earl to his room. He really needs a good rest, at least he doesn't need to worry about it anymore.
In her memory, her father is a steadfast person who can rely on her to protect her from wind and rain. Perhaps it is this kind of perseverance that made him insist that he did not confide in the family despite the torture. secret.
And this ultimately saved his life.
The countess sighed slightly. She looked at the old man who was sleeping on the bed, then closed the door, turned and walked out. At the end of the corridor, on the terrace of the castle, two young officers were talking on the terrace. Seeing her coming out, they turned around and saluted.
"Mr. Manrique, you are Mr. Brando's subordinate, you don't have to be polite to me."
"And Mr. Bresson, so do you."
Dilfieri knew the two young men in front of him. The former was the best among the captains trained by the Bugans for Valhalla, and one of the most trusted deputy of the staff. Antitina asked him and her Going to Yanbao together shows that Fir Shanling treats her with courtesy and attention.
The latter is Brando’s childhood companion. Although the two were said to have had feuds, they have since been relieved of their previous suspicions. Moreover, the two of them are north and south, and now they have their own future. Everything in the past has long been followed. The wind is gone. The other party is Wang’s eldest son Levin deliberately selected to prove that she has the recognition of the Westfah royal family for the inheritance of Yanbao, but in fact, the younger generation genius of Eruin, who has the title of “White Lion Sword”, also brought With the army—obviously, the eldest son of the king also understood that the situation in Yanbao at this time was tantamount to a rebellion.
However, the expected battle did not occur along the way. Yanbao's rebels seemed to have received the wind in advance. Except for a slight resistance when regaining the family's castle, everything was smooth sailing. Originally, Dilfieri was worried that her sinister uncle would take away his father, but Earl Yanbao seemed to have been forgotten in the corner of the dark prison. When they recovered the castle, they removed him from the damp. Rescued from the gloomy underground.
All this went so incredibly well, and it even made people feel a little uneasy. Dilphary couldn't figure it out himself—her uncle, her father's brother, where the usurper had gone.
The residents of Yanbao and the army seemed to have disappeared overnight.
Brayson heard Dilphary mention that person's name and couldn't help but shook his head. He couldn't help but feel a feeling of vicissitudes of the past in his heart. How many times have they thought of this day today. Captain Madden might not even dream of thinking that his three proud disciples would now become the three poles of the kingdom.
And the one who is the least effective among them is now the most accomplished, perhaps because of his origin, perhaps because of the identity of the descendants of Darus, but his ability to turn the tide in the Battle of Ampersel is impossible for anyone. The miracle of denial.
"Brando, Freya, what are you doing now?"
Thinking of the guy who always didn't look right in the past, at this moment, it also became a heavy memory pressed in my heart. Since the battle for Ampersel, he knew that he had lost the last opportunity in the fight with that nasty guy.
Therefore, he withdrew from the fight and came to the north alone, where he had a new beginning, a new love, and now he also has his own career and direction to fight for. And those feelings and memories of the past have now become the best in my heart, the imagination of the boyhood.
For a moment when Bresson was distracted, Manrique already bowed to Dilfieri: "You came just in time, Miss Dilfieri, we are discussing things related to you."
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"Look here," Manrique said when he came to the terrace and pointed to a forest not far away. "These things are always a little weird. Are they always in this place?"
"No," Dilfieri shook his head: "I have never seen these things, at least before I left Yanbao, there were no such things."
It was a forest in the north of Yanbao. In Dilphary's memory, it was a woodland that was evergreen all year round. There is also a garden in the woodland, which carries the memory of her childhood. That piece of woodland, which was dense in summer, will be stained with ink in the deep winter, and then it will start to snow. When the snow covers the land and the forest When it becomes snowy, it is the day when Yanbao goes hunting once a year.
She still remembers the crowded scenes, whether adults or children, will have a happy smile on their faces in the New Year, as if they are looking forward to the coming year.
But now, the forest has become distorted and terrifying. Purple crystal clusters grow in the forest. The surface of the bark also reflects an unnatural luster, showing a strange color under the moonlight; the cold light seems to be a ghost. His gaze made people shudder. And deep in the forest, stands an ancient ruin, a huge black building, pressing on everyone's heart, making people feel depressed and unable to breathe.
"The ruins I have seen something similar in some areas north of Balta," Bresson said suddenly at this time: "There are many places where these ruins appeared overnight, but scholars have not yet figured out them. I only suspect that it may be related to the death of the Black Moon not long ago."
"Do you suspect that this place also appeared one night before?" Manrique asked, "Maybe the forest mutation is related to these ruins?"
"Miss Dilphary's answer also proved our guess."
"No, I think the changes in the forest may have something else to do."
"What's the matter?" Both of them looked back at the earl's daughter in unison.
"Before I left Yanbao, I had heard some rumors, such as monsters appearing in the forest, huge crystals, etc.," Dilfieri recalled. The shadows of the past seemed to cover her heart again, and she wrinkled tightly. Brows: "From that time on, people in the territory became panic-"
"Miss Dilfieri, do you have any scruples," Breson said, "You might as well speak directly."
The earl’s daughter hesitated. For a moment, she seemed a little weak, but she quickly became firm: "Mr. Manrique, Mr. Breson, because this is related to a secret of my family, and my father may be the reason for this. I have been skeptical about all this, but it is not until today that I made up my mind to say it."
"Miss Dilfield, if this is your family's secret..."
"No, two, I can trust Mr. Brando, you are his subordinates and friends, I think I can entrust you."
"Entrust us? Miss Dilfield, forgive us for some confusion."
"Please follow me."
In the basement.
When Dilfieri opened the dark wooden box, she felt the two people behind her subconsciously hold their breath.
"this… "
"This is?"
"This is the Lionheart Sword?"
"How can it be, it's not in..."
Breson and Manrique both had a look of astonishment on their faces.
The Earl's daughter took a nostalgic look at the shining sword lying flat in the wooden box with a gentle gaze, and then reluctantly closed the box again.
She turned around, looked at the two people behind her, and said: "This is not the Lion Heart Sword, the Lion Heart Sword is just a fake."
"what!?"
"This is related to the most important secret of the Yanbao family. You should understand the origin of my family. It is the product of the compromise between the Cruz people and the elves of St. Osor. The ancestors of our family migrated here from the Cruz Empire and established This native Yanbao earl collar."
Dilfieri paused, and then continued: "You should understand that the lionheart sword was brought out by Xianjun Ake from the empire, and that sword was actually divided into three by the holy sword Odyssey. The product, because of the legacy left by Gilt, the King of Flames, to one of his most trusted knights, if one day the Cruzians forget the glory of their ancestors, then the soul of the holy sword of Odyssey will leave his descendants. Go, find a piece of real pure land."
"Among the rumors that have been passed down from generation to generation in my family, this order is true and credible, but it is related to the agreement between the King of Flame Gilt and another big man, it may be the sage Ellanta, or Gil Saint Osor, the Queen of the Wind, whom Te has been deeply in love with. Because of this agreement, my family brought another holy sword to this land, and it took root and thrived for hundreds of years. We call ourselves Yanbao The guardian of the sword, the world thinks that we are the sword seat of the lion-hearted holy sword."
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