As soon as the Sadr wizard waved his hand, the Lionheart Sacred Sword fell from the air and fell into his hand. He erected his sword and watched it carefully-the afternoon sun was passing through the gap between the shutters, forming a long and narrow band of light, just falling on the blade.
The dazzling sword body shone with dazzling luster.
After watching for a while, the Sadr wizard said: "This sword is the saber used by the Lionheart King Eke during his lifetime. Legend has it that this is a sword that symbolizes ideals. It will choose those who have the same lofty beliefs as the main; But few people know that this sword was cast from the fragments of the holy sword Odyssey. The soul of the holy sword sleeps in the body of the sword. Its first owner was the chief of the Flame Warlord. The ancestors of Jun Ake—"
"About seven centuries ago, this sword was lost from the Cruz people and came to this barren land in the south; but not as described in history, it was Xianjun Eke who stole this sword from the Cruz people. The holy sword, it might as well be a legacy left by the Flame King before his death, the establishment of Eruin, the intervention of the wind elves, and all the purposes are just to conceal a greater secret."
As he said, he turned the blade of the sword and laid the Lionheart Sacred Sword flat on the desk: "And this sword is the key to that secret."
After that, the Sadr wizard raised his head and looked at Antitina. His eyes were like swords, but Antitina only frowned slightly, her face calm.
In her mind was a different sight—
She could still vaguely remember the scene of the summer night that year, the shining light of the witch's back seat was shrouded in the southern sky.
A bright band of light lay across the center of the night, stars like weaving, trillions of stars hanging upside down from the sky, as if shining into the deepest gleam of memory. It was the courtyard of my own home, and the gleaming water of the Braggs River in the distance.
"Dad, is that sword really that powerful?"
"Of course," Viscount Naimatsu smiled and stroked his daughter's head: "So Annie, you have to grow up quickly."
"why?"
Viscount Naimatsu smiled and did not speak.
He rubbed his daughter's head again, who angrily pushed away his father's big hand.
"Annie." Viscount Naimatsu remembered something.
"Um?"
"Remember what I told you yesterday?"
"Well, I remember, my grandfather said that we are descendants of Elkan III, descendants of the Sifah family, and my real name is Mauria Etalina de Sifah."
Viscount Naimatsu smiled slightly and patted her on the shoulder: "You must remember that although this name may not be used in your life, the blood of the prince Eke flowing in our body determines us. Responsibility for this kingdom—"
"responsibility?"
"That is one day, when Elu needs us to come forward, I hope you must be brave."
"I'll be brave," the little girl's eyes twinkled, "Dad."
"Okay," Viscount Neimong laughed: "Let's go, mom is calling us... By the way, when I have time, I will take you to a villa in the suburbs to play."
"real?"
"Of course, words count!"
But he didn’t even say what he said—
Antitina bit her lip. In her memory, the family property sold out shortly after that, and life seemed to become impoverished all of a sudden, and there was no room for fulfillment of that promise.
She waited for a long, long time, her father disappeared, and her mother washed away with tears, losing weight day by day, and it was not until many years later that another man led her to realize that wish.
But the courtyard in my childhood memory no longer exists.
The Sadr wizard looked suspiciously at the complex expression on Maidena's face and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Antitina's dark eyes became clear again, and she gradually became firmer.
She recovered from the memory, shook her head slowly, and replied, "It's nothing, just memories of this sword, my lord."
"what is that?"
"My lord, you should understand the significance of this sword to the descendants of the Westfah family."
Sadr understood, nodded and said, "It's okay, we can give you this sword, little girl."
Antitina didn’t talk to each other, and obviously understood that the two of them could not be so kind. Sure enough, she just listened to the other person continuing to say: "... But we must get the secret behind this sword. It has nothing to do with your Sifah family. -This sword is actually a key, and only the real Royal blood of Eruin can hold it to open the door."
He paused, and continued: "As a direct descendant of Xianjun Ake, I don't think you will let us down, right?"
Antitina was silent for a moment.
Either join.
Or die.
This is indeed an easy choice.
For a long time, she didn't say a word, but stared at the sword silently.
The Sadr wizard was not in a hurry, and waited for her answer without saying a word, as if he had already understood it.
After a while, Antitina finally raised her head and replied word by word: "Understood, as a direct descendant of Xianjun Eke, I will definitely not let you down."
The girl said this sentence extremely seriously.
Unfortunately, neither Sadr Wizard nor Macaro could understand.
The former only touched the smooth blade of the Lionheart Sacred Sword with his fingers, then raised the sword, handed it over, and handed it in front of her.
But Antitina did not reach out to pick it up.
"This is your only chance, little girl," the Sadr wizard threatened with a gloomy face: "Pick up this sword, otherwise you will leave here sideways."
Antitina looked at him.
"Yes," she said, "but I have a request."
At a request, the Sadr wizard was slightly taken aback.
But after a moment of hesitation, he still nodded. Now that this little human girl has chosen to surrender, he doesn't want to have another branch at this time.
"I want to know about you." Antitina asked.
The Sadr wizard frowned, "Don't you think you are in good measure, little girl?"
"I think this is a reasonable request, my lord," Antitina replied calmly, "I have proven my worth, but I don't know anything about you now."
"That's true."
The Sadr wizard nodded. He likes to deal with smart people—especially smart people.
He felt that he was beginning to admire this little girl a little.
"Well, this can be a special case, so what do you want to know?" he replied.
"About the Dragon of Twilight."
The Sadr wizard gasped.
And Antitina remained unmoved, and continued: "The layout of Eruin is not just a game for the Sassarders, don't I want to be regarded as the lowest-level pawn?"
The Sadr wizard took a deep look at the little girl-this question did not exceed his bottom line, but it was beyond his expectation. He didn't know what Antitina was thinking in his mind, he only thought that the other party had a long-term vision.
He glanced at Macaro subconsciously, becoming more disappointed in his heart.
How can the gap between people be so big
In fact, it is not that Macaro is not cunning enough, but the level of thinking has already determined many things.
"Interesting," the Sadr wizard murmured. But there is nothing to conceal. The Sassard has done such a big thing, even if he wants to conceal it, he can't conceal it-he walked two steps on the spot, and then he said:
"Actually, the contact between the Sasald and the Twilight Dragon is much closer than you think..."
"About forty-five years ago, a black dragon named Gwendolyn came to us. It stayed in Oleg for three days, then went to Gusta, where Helyanov and I were together. I met with this black dragon. Soon after that, the Sassard had a new goal and parted ways with their past colleagues."
"Dragon Queen?" Antitina asked.
The Sadr wizard nodded slowly.
A trace of doubt flashed in the girl's heart: "In just three days, you have betrayed the entire silver city-state because of its rhetoric-I'm not stupid, Lord Sadr."
"You look at it too high," the Sadr wizard sneered: "Even without this fuse, the split is only a long-term inevitable result. The origin of the name Sasald was originally a nobleman and a ruler. The person is the guardian of mystery and knowledge. We and the inferior wizards of the Silver Institute have never been the same."
"Are there any nobles among the Buga?"
"Before the age of the Azure Knight, it did exist." Sadr the wizard said nostalgic.
Antitina tilted her head: "But the purpose of the Dragon of Twilight is to destroy our world. You don't understand this. If you cooperate with it, what can you get from it?"
"This is the story the temple tells you, little girl," the Sadr wizard smiled contemptuously: "They are always so alarmist, hoping to intimidate the world and blindly follow their rule."
He put down the Lionheart Sword and gestured a rune with his hand: "The end of the twilight is not so much destruction, as it is to change the world back to the original state. On the other hand, the creation of Martha is for the people of chaos. Isn't it a twilight?"
"It's a pity that we are not the people of Chaos," Antitina said sarcastically, "You can't use their eyes to think about problems."
"The same can be said," Sadr witch spread his hands, not caring about the little girl's tone: "But in any case, destruction is a serious word, so please don't use it lightly-it cannot go beyond the dimension of our existence. It is impossible to destroy the universe of this dimension, nor can the Twilight Dragon do this."
"In fact, we are more willing to use'demolition of an old house' as a metaphor for this happening event.'He made an analogy,'In this war, it will be destroyed, but it is the Tiamat code created by the gods and people. That's it."
"Tear down an old house..." A trace of anger flashed in Anttina's eyes: "But what is the difference? I lost the world that Martha was favored. When the material world fell apart, all existence lost its support, you guys. How can you be spared? If everything is to be lost in the end, what is the point of gaining more now?"
"This is the source of the contradiction." Sadr wizard's tone was very calm: "The truth you said applies to most people. But there is another possibility. There is no real nothingness in the chaos, as long as We can transcend the existing life forms, and we can obtain immortality in another sense."
"That is to be part of the twilight?"
"Aren't the demons a part of Twilight?"
For this kind of logic, the lady of the staff felt disgusted, but she did not dare to refute it, so she could only silently shut her mouth.
The Sadr wizard looked at her expression, guessing about what she was thinking, and couldn't help but snorted: "You still don’t understand, right? This is actually a mortal vision. To look at this issue from the perspective of a human being, you will naturally empathize with the disadvantaged, but what do those people have to do with you?"
He taught Antitina: "Your idea is not a wise one. This is a world where the survival of the fittest. We can survive, and some people must be eliminated. But this is not caused by us, but because They are too weak-we can choose to save them or not, but this is not a moral imperative for us, and we have no inevitable responsibility for these people."
Antitina was silent for a moment.
"But Bujas are also a member of this world," she tried to restrain her voice, but still faintly revealed a trace of anger: "You are grabbing power from this world, and some of these powers themselves belong to other people. So you Strong, some people will be weak because of you. Our ancestors have agreed to guard the world because of this. Now you are on the side of the Dragon of Twilight. How can this not be a responsibility?"
"Co-guard?" Sadr witch laughed teasingly, and interrupted her: "I must point out that the last internal dispute in the mortal world ended seventy days ago, even without our intervention. When have you truly taken responsibility for this world—for this thousand years?"
"That's because mortals don't know about it," Antitina pursed her lips, and finally suppressed her impulsive tone: "Were it not for the arrival of the magic tide, we wouldn't even know that the dragon of twilight was about to wake up." Fact—and the Bugans blocked everything about the past strictly, shouldn’t they be held responsible for this?"
The Sadr wizard sneered: "You mean we have an unshirkable responsibility for your tragic situation?"
We have never asked you anything, but at least not the knife behind it!
Antitina was also extremely angry in her heart.
The Buga once overthrew the Miner together with the mortals, but the Silver People also took away most of the inheritance since the time of the gods and claimed to be the heirs of these inheritances. They sealed the knowledge and secrets about the past in the high towers of ivory, and used these knowledge and secrets to establish today's country above the floating clouds.
And mortals are like inferior people born to roll in mud and water. When the people of silver re-established their glorious kingdom in just a hundred years, mortals are still on the mainland. Fumbling around, groping to establish his own country.
Therefore, the Cruz, Faenza, and Saint Osor that the world knows today are not the Cruz of the Miner, nor the Faenza of the Miner or the Saint Osor of the Miner.
They are the faint light of civilization that mortals have accumulated in a thousand years like dripping through rocks.
But although hope is slim, it still exists tenaciously.
Why Tumen is honored as a teacher by the four temples is not only because he has taught the saints. It's because he gave the most precious wealth to the people of the Dark Iron in the post-Miner era—knowledge.
It is a precious treasure that even the mortals’ ally, and the Bugans cherish themselves and carefully protect...
This is the people of dark iron.
Is a man of the world.
They inherited the name Black Iron. This cheap, humble, flawed, and aesthetic metal seems to be born as the lowest and most inconspicuous existence, but it has only one advantage—
Gold is too precious.
Silver is too weak.
Only black iron is tenacious.
It is so ubiquitous that there is no need to be careful; it is so humble and without beauty that it does not have those arrogant qualities; and its simplicity and unpretentiousness will eventually be cast into a silent note, completely ending this era.
It is a billions of weak power, but it is more dazzling than any name written on the epic.
At that moment, Antitina finally understood Brando's choice.
I also understand my choice.
She shook her head slightly.
"I see."
The Sadr wizard stopped.
Antitina raised her head and looked at him and said: "The Sassard made a correct choice. Let us fulfill the rest of the agreement."
Macaro glanced at the girl weirdly beside him, always feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
But he looked at the expression on Sadr wizard's face, and didn't dare to speak.
This is a cunning fox of the kingdom.
The other person is Tonigel's rising star.
These two people can be said to be the most intelligent two of Eruin in this era—
But a person can only put his own thoughts in chains.
The other person ignited all his wisdom flames, causing everything to burn, turning into a raging flame that swept everything.
At this moment, courage can be all wisdom.
But wisdom is just the tip of courage.
The Sadr wizard nodded: "Alright, let's get back to the topic, it's indeed a waste of too much time."
He picked up the Lionheart Sacred Sword again, but before handing the sword to Antitina, the Sasald wizard leader gave her a solemn look: "Nine Phoenix people always say bad things. Before, I was the same, little girl, smart people should know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and you should understand what deception means."
"I see."
"This is good," said Sadr witch coldly, "but I still have to remind you, do you see this sword in my hand-a symbol of this kingdom, and just like it, you have to understand This is not only your life and death, but also the future of this country. I don’t think you want to see too many people die for you, do you?"
Antitina's face was a little pale.
But she nodded anyway.
The Sadr wizard also nodded. Only then did he reverse the blade and push the sword forward, and the Lionheart Sacred Sword flew slowly towards Antitina. Then he pointed to the sword floating in the air and said to her:
"Now, pick it up."
Now, pick it up.
This is an easy choice.
But Antitina stood there for a long time, staring at the sword.
It was like a distant dream, the sword was vaguely different from the description of her father in her memory; but only the emblem on the sword still recounted its past history, as if time left traces on it.
Few people know the secret about this sword.
But the descendants of Xianjun Eke are exceptions, the voice echoed in her mind:
"Anne, when Elu needs us to come forward, I hope you must be brave."
"I will, father."
The lady of the staff took a breath and raised her head to look at the Sadr wizard not far away.
The brightest brilliance flashed in his eyes.
"Wait, stop."
When Macaro saw those eyes that were firm and full of ideals and beliefs, he finally realized that it was not good. Even under the watchful eyes of Sadr, he couldn't help but shout out.
It's a pity it's too late.
Antitina's hand lightly held the hilt of the sword.
"Farewell, Brando."
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