"Let the kingdom inherit the ideal of Lord Earl. This ideal will serve as a plan for the whole Eruin, not Tonigel or any realm under the division of nobles. You should understand that those people's short-sightedness is only the kingdom's plan. The vision is long-term. We cannot hope that everyone is Lord Earl, but every Eruin understands the meaning of strength and dignity."
There was an incredible light in Rollint's eyes. He had never heard of such a statement. It made him feel like he had known each other for the first time-the elder brother of a classmate he had despised, and he was silent subconsciously.
"But Lord Earl is no longer there."
"It doesn't matter, but his will is still there, and we also have His Royal Highness, I believe Prince Haruze must understand the ambition of Lord Earl."
"What do you want to do?"
"The royal party is in the past, but Eruin really needs a new belief, Rollinter, we have like-minded people, why should we be in the same way as the past." A bright light flashed in the eyes of Hainf, as if there was something in it. There is a fire.
The starry sky shed light on this dark forest.
Darkness seems to allow Brando’s perception to expand in all directions. The eyes of the heart are watching the entire forest. Fallen leaves, insects, night owl’s light waving of wings, whispers, any small details in the dark corners, nothing Nothing reflected in his heart.
He stopped and placed himself in the forest, as if he was a part of this silent nature. Although he was severely injured during the battle with Akantu in the world of stagnation and almost died, since Lord Martha healed his injury and returned to Vaughan, he felt close to the laws of this world all the time. His strength seemed to grow every moment, and he was getting closer and closer to the level he was once familiar with.
"My lord is in a bad mood?" Akane also stopped, and said guiltily: "Is it because we have been delayed for too long in the ring of trade winds?"
She lowered her head: "If it weren't for me to accidentally provoke those Buja people..."
"Nothing, the Sassard deserved it." Brando shook his head, his thoughts were not actually on this matter. He naturally heard the conversation in the wooden house in the distance, and it seemed that his influence on Eruin was getting bigger and wider, but it was hard to say whether it was good or bad.
But he did not intend to stop it.
Eruin needs more than just a certain person, of course, this ancient kingdom has its future, its next generation. At least these people have had different ideas from their parents, as if new ripples are rippling in a pool of stagnant water.
"Aki?"
Brando suddenly spoke.
"Yep?"
"Can I invite my captain of the guard to walk with me?"
The mountain girl was stunned: "My lord, aren't we walking?"
"Of course not," Brando replied: "Although I invited my captain of the guard, it is her rest time that will be taken up. You can't keep this face all the time, right?"
Akane showed some puzzled expressions.
Brando smiled slightly and stretched out his hand: "Come to me, don't follow the same steps behind the head, don't I look terrible?"
Qian stared blankly at Brando's stretched hand. She hesitated for a while before putting her hand on it. When Brando held her hand, the girl's movements were obviously stiff, but soon, it softened.
Brando looked at Akane's awkward walking movement and couldn't help being a little amused: "Could it be that my captain of the guard is actually a puppet?"
Under the bright moonlight, Qian seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and she lowered her head and said nothing.
Brando smiled and shook his head, but his mind was a little unpredictable.
He often dreams these days.
Dreaming of the past, dreaming of the night of Buche, dreaming of Roman, dreaming of the senior sister and the princess, dreaming of fighting and running away in the dark. The dreams are strange, some are real, and some are absurd. In every dream, there seems to be someone trying to talk to him, telling him everything about the past and the future.
He couldn't help but think of the alliance of the Sasalders.
The wizards have been secretly imprisoned, but they are missing in the trade wind ring, the Sassarder may have some trouble investigating. So he gave those people to the druids, the power of the world ring is not inferior to the silver alliance, the druids owe him a favor on the trade wind ring, and the two have always cooperated. Good, it's not a trivial matter.
He interrogated many things from those people. It is not surprising that the Sassards coveted the slate of war, after all, they were once the'owners' of these taboo knowledge. There are some careerists who wish to use this to restore the former status of the Silver People, to reproduce the empire above the sky, and let the Bugans re-flow the blood of silver. Since the law of'Tiamat' has changed, the difference in status, such arrogant thoughts are in There is more and more market within the Silver Alliance.
He heard that the Bugans hurriedly withdrew from the Four Realms Conference, thinking about it, there were differences and different voices inside. Vladimir and the Sard Wizard have been splitting the Silver Federation, and it is the most beneficial right now. Their opportunity.
This was originally an internal affair of the Silver People, but the Sassards reached out to Eruin, making Brando feel a touch of danger, and the gray wizards showed that they had nothing to do with Princess Griffin. Hostility is obviously more than just taking a slate.
He saw such a future in his dream. He didn't know whether that future was true or false, but it made him confused. He stretched out his hand subconsciously, as if he wanted to grasp the world, the moonlight passed through his fingers, looking a little hazy.
The forest in the distance is still immersed in darkness, and the shadows are faint, but it is not difficult to see the undulating shadows of the Grajal Mountains; there is a shimmering stream passing through the forest, allowing the pebbles to shine brightly in the moonlight, A few young deer are flashing past the forest.
After leaving Sarnan, he set foot on the land of the firs. It can be said that this business road in the black forest was opened by him, but he has a peculiar feeling of being close to hometown while walking on this road.
Where is his hometown
Tonigel, or Braggs, or Bucher, the past or the present
"Aki, what do you think of this world?" Brando suddenly stopped and asked back.
This question is a bit too big. The mountain girl was silent for a moment before shook her head in silence.
Brando smiled, he didn't actually expect to get the answer, or that he had already got the answer. The world in people's hearts has different meanings in people's hearts. It becomes bright or dark with people's hearts. For different people, there is no fixed answer.
What is the world he wants
Brando thought silently about the answer to this question.
But the same problem seemed to touch some thoughts in the heart of the mountain girl.
Brando suddenly felt a hand embracing him from behind, and he felt Akane's nervous heartbeat, clinging to his back, as if there was no distance in his heart.
"What's wrong, Akane?"
Akane said nothing.
"Are you scared?"
"I have heard the old people say that the gods will become stars in the sky, shining on their people on the earth, and I am afraid that one day, the lord will also leave us."
Brando couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and tears came out of his laughter. This silly girl—he pressed Qian Fangwei's hands on his chest: "Where is the god, we are just mortals."
Qian was silent.
Brando suddenly stopped laughing.
He felt boundless power pouring into his body. Every breath he took seemed to reverberate in the mountains. The pine forest rustled and turned into a wave of waves. It was like the sound of his heartbeat, heaven and earth. , At this moment, they all become a whole with him.
Brando closed his eyes and felt his own heart resonate slightly. He felt that his bloodline seemed to reverberate with the sound of gold and stone hammering, and the rumbling was the echo of the thread of silver law.
The law constitutes his body, and the magic power constitutes his blood. When he opens his eyes, it is like the morning sun, when he closes his eyes, it is like a bright moon in the sky. He exhales the biting north wind, and the words spoken are turned into laws and symbols, and he steps out At every step of his life, life is born from his footprints. When his heart beats, it becomes one with the pulse of the earth.
Brando sighed.
At that moment, he saw the end of the sage, where Martha seemed to be waiting for him in the light.
"I won't leave you," he whispered to Qian, "I swear."
It's very close to home.
Across this forest is the wilderness of the fir-collar, and the moonlight of the Black Forest must also be swaying coldly on that piece of land.
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early morning.
The junction of the original site of the Green Village and the Black Forest—Since the Fir Leader opened a new passage into the Black Forest from the direction of Schafflund, it has been deserted. Few people pass by among the bush-grown ruins, only occasional adventurers will pass by or stay here for a short time.
The broken wall in the forest witnessed the decline of this place. In the east of the village, the Tonigal people built a sentry tower here. Sentinel Harder was standing on the top of the tower, and the forest a few miles away was within his field of vision, and he was inconceivably seeing a group of people coming from the direction of Green Village.
The captain was making tea in a kettle with a gloomy face. The news from the north was tense day after day. I heard that the White Lion Guard had already met the rebels, but the wind was tightly sealed off. After a while, it was rumored that the rebels had already hit the rebels. Radha-Pace, after a while it was rumored that the rebels had arrived at Pallas Fortress.
However, in any case, the bad news is mostly, at least the army from the north has captured Amperthal. This is indeed the news. Even the shipping has been intermittent, and the number of merchants coming to the firs has been significantly reduced. NS.
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