After a brief riot, calm was restored in the tent. The appearance of the Wind Orb makes everyone see hope, as if there is a hand pushing all this in the dark, but people are more willing to believe that it is Lord Martha’s blessing to her people, perhaps the victory of the war is not It is not expected. Everyone calmed down, and Neil-Fischer asked: "Then which is the last sword?"
"Sword of Nature."
"Can we find this sword in a short time, I mean, before the dragon of twilight and the wolf Esis?"
"Regarding the Sacred Sword of Nature," Brando replied: "The Scepter of Nature and the Soul of Sacred Sword, as I described before, have already started separately from the boundary of the elements and the realm of stagnation, and the Sword itself should be at this moment. It's Rubik."
The Great Holy See Vara asked, "Rubyk, is that desert kingdom?"
"Exactly, the tombkeeper has guarded the sword for generations. I learned this by chance, but the two friends promised us that they would bring the sword back. I believe them." Lando thought of Adeni and Naquel, they should already be on their way to Eruin.
There was a commotion, and the dwarf king Carriffin asked, "How do you say it, isn't it because the seven swords have already gathered?"
Even Solomon seemed a little surprised. Everyone was determined to find the seven holy swords, but they did not expect the surprise to come so quickly. When they saw Brando nod and acquiesce, the few people in the tent looked at the Lord of the Flame. There was a trace of something—that was the master of the seven holy swords, and what it meant behind it was self-explanatory.
Including the dwarf king Kalifin and the wizard king Solomon, everyone got up and owed their bodies in this direction, both for Vaughan and for the authority given to Martha.
Brando said nothing.
The plan has been set, and the meeting has come to an end—
It was almost dawn when I left. In the black hole camp, there are only a few wind lanterns swaying in the darkness. The last star in the eastern sky is sinking below the horizon. The sky is faintly green, and the night wind passes through the wilderness of Manktor. With a cry, with the chill of the approaching autumn evening, only Antitina and Delphine were waiting in the cold wind. They saw Brando from a distance, and the lady of staff greeted him first, and the prime minister’s daughter Then followed behind with a smile.
"Didn't you ask you to go to rest first?" Brando looked at his assistant lady with a bit of pain, thinking that she might stand shivering all night in the cold wind, he took off his coat and covered Antiti. On Na. Delphine motioned to him with a clever smile and his eyes—'Where am I? ', but Brando glared at him unhappily.
Antitina grabbed the lord's coat tightly with her hands, perhaps because of the temperature rise, her face was a little red, her long eyelashes fluttered, and the eyes that reflected Xiguang had some softness: "I originally went back, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway. I received a report in the middle of the night and came back."
"Where is she?" Brando motioned to the daughter of the prime minister who wore a thick mink coat and smiled.
"Miss Delphine, she just arrived." Antitina replied truthfully.
Delphine smiled and tilted his head, but he didn't care.
Although Brando had expected this, this woman liked to pretend to be pitiful, and if Antitina was not there, she would have to pretend to stand here all night again. But seeing the latter's face being blown a little white, his heart is also a little soft, anyway, the other party is at least here, isn't it
He took out another coat from the floating celestial sphere, and put it on Delphine in the same way. The prime minister's daughter gave him an affectionate look, which made Brando's heart stunned.
The three of them walked in the dark, leaving only the rustling of footsteps. No one took the initiative to speak for a while, as if they were enjoying this indescribable moment of silence. People often say that when they are silent, they can feel the others’ feelings better. Inwardly, Brando seemed to have such a feeling at this moment. He could hear the rhythmic beating of the two slender and delicate hearts of Antitina and Delphine. One was slightly fast, and the other was gentle and long. , That seemed to be the silent words of two girls with different personalities, pouring out something to him.
He didn't know whether Antitina and Delphine had the same feelings as him, but the lady of the staff and the prime minister's daughter didn't say a word, as if they were savoring the peace of this moment.
Until a string of footsteps came from behind, and the heavy steps stayed with the softness of cats, Brando knew who had caught up. "Mr. Brando!" Neil-Fischer yelled from behind. When he saw the two people beside Brando, the big man immediately understood what, and stopped with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry. , Lord of Flames, I'm bothering you..."
Brando turned to look at the lion prince, and Antitina and Delphine also stopped with him. Nair-Fisher is taller, even a head taller than Brando, but Brando can always keep his head down when he is looking at each other. The Lion Prince even feels that he lowers his head.
"In private," Brando smiled: "It doesn't matter if you call me Brando, I actually prefer this name."
Nair—Fisher nodded, and a beautiful girl came out from behind—she glanced at Delphine curiously, and then quietly held the lion prince’s hand.
"What's the matter with me, Prince Nell?" Brando also glanced at the girl curiously. She seemed to be a Cruze, but how could he be with the Lion Prince—the two looked like It's still a relationship between lovers, and there is a little visual impact of beauty and beast.
However, Prince Nair is more in line with human aesthetics from any aspect, especially his burly posture. Even the face of the lion is full of fortitude and handsomeness. It has a bright eye like an emerald, and it is full of brave and courageous colors. Coupled with its identity and strength, it is not surprising that human girls are attracted to it.
But in front of Brando, the brave lion-man prince hesitated, as if he were a teenager. It once looked down upon this Lord of the Flame, who was born in the Eruin. Compared to the Cruz people, the Eruin seemed to be weaker. What heroes could this age-old kingdom have
But the sword of the earth changed everything.
That is not only the strength of power, but the vastness of the mind, and as for the strength of the Lord of Flame, the strength that is enough to kill a Demon King, there is no need to repeat it. Powerful and not arrogant, this is the quality that is close to the sages. The holy sword Odyssey he inherited is not only inherited from the inheritance of the flame king Gilt, but also the same wise and visionary.
Such a hero is truly heartbreaking.
At this moment, Nair-Fisher has already admired Brando in a five-body manner. He seemed to be distracted for a while, the brave and fearless Lion Warrior in the past stammered and couldn't say it, until the girl next to him shook his hand, the Lion Prince reacted.
In its only remaining eye, the gaze became firm.
"Your Excellency, the King of Flames," Neil-Fischer said loudly, "I came to apologize for the rudeness at that time. You are a true hero. I am ashamed of my failure to speak."
Brando was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect the lion-man prince to return to the old things so solemnly.
"In fact, I didn't care about what happened at that time."
"I know you didn't care, but if I don't say these words, I think I will regret it forever," the lion prince said firmly: "I just want to face my heart, Lord of Flames, the true bravery is You should not be afraid of your own heart-because I hope that one day, I can also become a hero like you!"
Brando has some interest.
He has seen many people who think that they are superior, but none of these people is truly strong in heart, even the Silver Queen. Some of them regard self-serving and arbitrarily acting as firmness, and recklessness and abuse of power as courage, but these people dare not even look directly into their hearts. A person who cannot take responsibility will never be able to become King's.
But what is a hero
He asked, "What do you think is a hero, Prince Neel."
"A hero, of course, is the one who can turn the tide and save everything in a desperate situation, just like you, the King of Flames. He must shine in history and be remembered by future generations-like a star in the night sky, Glory forever." The Lion Prince replied without hesitation.
But Brando shook his head: "I don't think so."
Nair-Fischer looked at him with his mouth open.
"It's okay, it's just my personal opinion," Brando laughed, "In any case, I hope that one day you can become the hero in your mind."
The Lion Prince nodded heavily.
Watching the lion prince's back into the darkness.
Antitina asked softly: "What is the hero that Lord Lord thinks?" After hearing this question, Delphine looked curiously in this direction. Her beautiful face was bright under the light of the wind lantern on the roadside. As soon as it went dark, the purple eyes flashed with the light of rare doubt.
"There are no heroes, Antitina." Brando replied.
"No hero?" Antitina was taken aback.
But for Antitina's second question, Brando chose to remain silent. After a while, he changed the subject and said, "Who is that girl?"
"Daughter of Duke Stik," Delphine started, and looked at Brando curiously: "She is not inferior to my beauty, and her mind is the same. What's the matter, I suddenly asked about this?"
"Just curious," Brando replied, "I think she knows you."
The prime minister's daughter chuckled softly: "She sees me as a thorn in her eye and knows me naturally."
Brando couldn't help but glanced at her, and in his heart he had a preliminary understanding of the circle of noble ladies—such as the relationship between Faina and Delphine, which is indeed rare in this circle. Maybe only the little princess Mehthofen, who is stubborn on the surface but in fact indisputable in the world, can accept the scheming "best friend" of the prime minister's daughter.
Speaking of it, this time Delphine used poor Faina again, and the latter seemed to have no idea yet. To push him to the position of Lord of Flames, Delphine was only a suggestion, but in the eyes of the Cruz nobles, Faina was the planner from beginning to end, and also the implementer of the plan. I am afraid that there are very few other than a few people. Some people know that there is a daughter of the prime minister behind this.
But it's a pity that people who realize this either don't say it, or they are Delphine's father and brothers, such as the old prime minister. The prime minister's daughter so easily hid herself behind the scenes and planned this drama that would change Cruz-even the entire history of Vaughan.
"Don't let Faina get involved in politics anymore," Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but said: "You know she is not suitable for this. This time there is a reason for it, but it has caused her dissatisfaction among the nobles. "
"Why, heartache?" Delphine smiled.
Brando glared at her again.
He fell silent, no longer paying attention to the prime minister's daughter, to prevent the latter from getting too far. He knew that although his lady of the staff didn't say anything, but in his heart she was very grudge against the prime minister's daughter. Fortunately, Delphine himself seemed to know this very well and never crossed the line easily.
She is like a somewhat special outsider, who has always been outside the Valhalla system, but not too far away—in fact, she is getting closer and closer, even Princess Griffin and Freya occasionally They all began to accept her existence, and even discussed some matters within the kingdom with her. Fortunately, Brando is now the emperor of the empire. As a person around him, Delphine has also received the acquiescence of the empire’s senior officials, including the old Prime Minister Niederwen and the Great Holy See Vala, so that he will not be infamous. The words are not going well.
After a while, Brando asked again: "About that report, what report is it?"
Antitina, who was tightly wrapped in his overcoat, raised her head, blinked slowly, and then reacted-lowered her head quickly and replied, "It's the report of the witches."
Brando understood it at once: "Has the plan also been implemented?"
"Well," the lady of the staff nodded: "Because of the support of the Buga people, although there are some objections, the response is not too big. It is much better than we expected in advance. Maybe after two or three years, we will be able to see it. To the initial results, it's just that many people still don't understand why we want to do this?"
Brando sighed, and a white gap appeared on the horizon. Chen Hui was reflected in his dark eyes, and his eyes looked a little distant.
"It's just for preparation in advance."
"Prepare?" Antitina asked, "What are you going to prepare? We will use these in our battle with the Twilight Dragon?"
"No, I am preparing for the next era."
"The next era...?" Antitina was stunned for a while, she stood there for a moment, and found that Brando had already come to the front, and then hurried to catch up. She didn’t know how to judge her feelings at the moment, maybe she was a little bit stunned, but she was also a little bit happy. This man firmly believes in the future.
The facts proved his correctness.
What about this time
What about the next era? She suddenly became a little envious, because people don’t even know if they can live to see the advent of that era. There is no doubt that many people will die in such a war and become unknown monuments—maybe they can be admired for future generations. , But it may turn into nothingness and dust just like mortal history.
Only he still believes.
Antitina chased after her and asked rarely, "Then Lord Lord, what will the next era look like?"
Brando was silent for a moment, and said to the two of them: "Perhaps it was an era of mortals. That era may be different from now, but people might remember you, Antitina."
"I?"
"Your work," Brando suddenly turned around and asked, "Is it a success?"
"Ah!" The lady of the staff yelled in surprise. Her eyes were covered with thin water vapor. She might never have thought that joy would fill her heart so simply and directly, just as she did not expect. , It turns out that Brando has never forgotten.
That is where her ideals and interests lie, to change the world with the power of magic.
Even if she has never mentioned this to outsiders, Eruin’s affairs are actually just a responsibility to the lord, and only this tiny dream is everything she loves with all her heart, not only inheritance With her dreams, she also inherited her thoughts of her family.
"It's just... it's just a small success, but there are still many shortcomings. Among dozens of experiments, only this time is accidental." The lady of the staff replied like a little girl at a loss for the first time.
Delphine, who was behind them, watched this scene with some interest.
Brando shook his head: "Unsuccessful will be accidental. Although it is still very crude, it opens a new page in history."
Antitina's face flushed.
It's not because you are ashamed, but because you feel too ashamed. She had never thought that her works would have such a historical status. If this sentence were not uttered by Brando, it would really make people laugh. In this field, in front of the masters of Hazel, she How dare to say that an Eruin invented such a small thing that has changed history
This is really a ridiculous declaration.
But she didn't know that Brando was not predicting the future, but seeing all that with certainty—for Eruin, for the world, what this moment meant. Perhaps after a few decades, people will realize how important October is to the history of Vaughan, the year of Swift.
That is a story about a gray crystal.
In the second half of the year, in many places in central Vaughan, a more far-reaching plan began to be implemented.
A group of new colleges were established in St. Osor, Eruin, Silver Bay, and the Great Plains. When civilian students from all over flocked to these colleges, they were surprised to find that their new teachers would be from Buno. The twelve witches of Pine, or the wise people from the Hazel plateau.
This is the end of the First Era. In this year, for the first time, dark magic appeared on the stage of history. The power of wizards seemed to begin to decline, and magical technology began to become a reality under the advocacy of various countries The mainstream of order civilization.
However, in Tonigel’s magic school, as a substitute tutor, he just took out a shining crystal from under his robe. He held the crystal high and said to all the students in the audience: "You can be careful. Look, this is a gray crystal, you can also call it a mana crystal, it is an extremely unstable dark magic power aggregate."
"In the past, people often used it as a violent explosive, and even used it in most wars. But now, with such a magic engine, people can more smoothly transfer the powerful magic power it contains. Extract it out—"
In the eyes full of the desire for knowledge, the young girls watching this crystal, they did not realize that they were witnessing the birth of an era.
During this year, a noble lady from Eruin invented a simple machine. With it, for the first time, people really got rid of the dependence on the power within the law of Tiamat.
The first day of the frosty month.
The snow has not yet fallen in the Four Realms. This is Brando's last day in Manktor. On this day, he once again saw the chief of the Faenza Knights. This large group leader has quietly given birth to silver threads on the temples, which seems to symbolize the wind and frost experienced by the Faenzan people in this year. He has traveled thousands of miles and has just returned to Man from the plains. Ktor.
"Thanks." Brando also had to say something when facing the big team leader: "How is Fa Enzan now?"
"Everything is okay, thanks to the help of the countries on the Great Plains, we rebuilt the temple there," the chief of the Faenza Knights replied: "The empire is gradually recovering, although it will not be a while. It’s a matter of children, but I think maybe by the beginning of next year, we will be able to rejoin the war."
"That was just in time for the end of this war," Brando nodded: "With the addition of Faenza and Ellanta, the odds of winning this war have also improved a lot."
He stopped.
Then look at each other.
Brando knew that this large group commander would definitely not come here to greet him, even if his current status is extraordinary, it can be said that he is the nominal commander of this holy alliance. But that was only in name. Besides, the Faenzan people had always released goodwill to him long before the peace meeting began. Not only the great commander, but the Supreme Judgment Knights and the Holy Light Knights came to look for it more than once. Him.
But he hasn't figured out what Faenzan people really want from him.
The chief of the Faenzan Knights glanced at Solomon on the side. The wizard king, who was different in height and with a serious face, nodded.
"His Lord of Flame, someone wants to see you."
…
"Test—"
When Brando saw the scrawny and gossamer man in the dim tent, he was lying on a camp bed. There seemed to be the last glimmer of light in his muddy eyes, and his cheeks were thin and thin. Pale, as if he would swallow the last breath at any time, but it seemed like a strong will to support him and persisted until now.
It is such a person who is neither ghost nor ghost, but Brando recognizes him at first sight.
Perhaps it was the life-and-death battle in the Braggs underground auction that was too impressive.
That noble swordsman with a hand-held rapier with a proud face seemed to be vividly approaching, and it was on the edge of life and death that he chose the path of a journeyman. Or it can be said that from that moment on, he chose a path that continues to this moment.
Suddenly looking back, it seemed to reappear yesterday.
And the meeting of the two again can be traced back to Braggs, the backyard of an isolated house in that dim alley. At that time, after the two hurriedly said goodbye, they did not expect that they would meet again in such a place. Just as Brando recognized Tester, Tester also recognized this young man from Bucher.
His eyes lit up like two groups of ghost fires, and he struggled to sit up from the bed, but he was still able to complete this action with the support of a knight.
Tester looked at Brando, panting heavily.
Brando frowned, somewhat unaccustomed to the straight eyes of the other party.
"How did you become like this?"
"Where is the beacon?" Teste asked hoarsely.
"Beacon?"
"Those flakes," Tester seemed to exhaust all his strength with every word he said, but he insisted on expressing his meaning clearly: "You know, Antitina's father."
Brando was shocked.
But Viscount Tester tremblingly took out a piece of stone from his arms and placed it on the low cabinet next to the bed. He raised his head and fixedly looked at Brando. The piece of stone, gray-brown, slightly flat, from Brando's point of view, how can it be unfamiliar
"This is the last piece," Teste replied feebly, "The tree shepherd took them to Faenzan, and now it's back..."