"Aki?"
Macaro was startled, and then gave Brando a bitter look, only then did he understand that the question the other party had asked before was what he intended. But this time is too critical, Lei Woods will never allow him to annoy the young man, even if the team members are separated in front of him, he will only have to knock off his teeth and swallow blood. It's just that this punch came quickly and ruthlessly, even with his concentration, facing the girl he had adopted, who couldn't believe, asked, or contained a weak questioning look, he couldn't help but turn his head away.
Even if he has a thousand or ten thousand excuses to explain, even he understands that this girl who is regarded as an adopted daughter in her daily life also hopes that he can at least explain it even if it is a sentence, but at this moment Macaro can not say a word.
Everyone present could feel the power of the heart of gold beating on Qian's body, the golden step. Macaro didn’t know what happened to her, her power was upgraded so fast, he thought it was the potential to burst at the moment of life and death, which meant that this girl with long red ponytail hair was at least a genius-one that was ignored by them. Genius. But on the other hand, the golden tree in Brando's hands also exudes the power of a purer golden heart.
That is the origin of the golden blood.
If you eat it, you will have the destiny of the chosen one.
Macaro’s explanation rolled in his throat a few times, but when he spoke, it turned into: "Aki, you are..."
His words seemed to have overdrawn all of the girl’s mental strength. She looked straight at this man—the man who had occupied the role of the father in her heart for a long time; her gaze contained a kind of disappointment rather than disappointment. Deeply pleading, even if it is just a lie about happiness, she is willing to believe it. She was helpless like that fool's daughter, waiting for her ruthless relatives to change their minds, hoping that he could turn around and tell her: I'm sorry, welcome back...
But what she was waiting for was a tactful sentence from Gu left and right. It sounded like concern, but it was so pale and distanced like a stranger. The tall figure in the impression seemed to have suddenly become distant and blurred. She held her chest with one hand, and tears burst out: "I'm sorry, why..." She whimpered like a wounded animal and lost her. With the last trace of strength, he knelt on his knees, closed his eyes, and fell forward to the ground with a crash.
Lost consciousness—
Seeing such a scene, Macaro couldn't say a word.
Brando looked at this man coldly.
He felt that someone pushed himself slightly behind his back, and the young man nodded to show that he understood what the other person meant. Without the dragon girl Arnolds, he would not be able to detect the arrival of Qian. But it was not his intention to let her experience such a sad thing, maybe he knew what Macaro would answer, but even so, he had to understand this-the truth is not charity, but he can't tolerate Macaro further Want to play chess by his side.
"I'm sorry." Brando sighed.
He stood up, walked over to help Akane up and wiped the dirt on her face-the girl showed a weak side in her sleep, her tear-stained face was a little pale, but she was serene like an angel. The young man straightened her body, then leaned her under a fir tree, and then looked back at everyone on the opposite side with a condescending gaze.
"Mr. Brando?" Li Woods saw that Macaro was a little emotionally unstable next to him, so he had to interject.
"Macaro!"
Brando interrupted, his rage finally burned out of his chest, and his voice was as cold as a blade flickering. Everyone was taken aback, not understanding why Brando's attitude suddenly changed, but the young man shouted angrily: "Don't think I don't know your origins—"
"Since Ansen VII, Eru has been in decline, and the light in the dark seems to be up and down in the chaos-obscure and dim, and the timing seems to be fleeting. Ten years, you seize all the opportunities to turn defeat into victory, like Gamblers throw in all the pieces, the whole plan is precise, ruthless, and seems logical, but all this is nothing more than to overthrow the powerful Duke Anlek. You cross the sea without letting the world think that Duke Lantonilan is a muddlehead. The old thing just wants to keep everything in the end. Who else can you help, Sivak?"
Brando's words were like a sharp sword piercing the hearts of everyone present, and the faces of Macaro and Li Woods turned white for a while. For a moment, they subconsciously forgot to breathe, and only had time to guess who this young man was.
The young people have pointed out the outline of all their plans, and they believe this is a sacred desperate action. All sacrifices are worthwhile, and you can even give your life for it when necessary. Political confrontation has become a fanatical belief. Just like Brando said, there is only one opportunity, as long as you seize it and look forward to the moment when defeat is turned into victory, the dawn of dawn will surely smooth away all darkness.
This legendary story has a legendary ending. But they didn't think that this plan would fall into the eyes of a strange young man, or even a bit of it. The plan was first set ten years ago, and some details were not even clear to the follow-up participants. Then this young man with the pseudonym Brando in front of him—
Who is he
What is his intention
But Brando became more and more angry as he stood up straight and his body was like a blade, and his voice was as cold as the cold of winter: "--You think you can represent the justice of the royal family behind you, and your sword is for the future of this country. Fight! Unfortunately, your stupidity makes you lose sight of a fact. If you fail, can you still send others to death with peace of mind?"
"Wait." Li Woods frowned slightly, a little annoyed. Although this young man holds what is very important to them, their plan cannot be desecrated—because it represents the glory of the royal family.
"What do you want to say, Master Lewoods?" Brando asked indifferently.
"Everything you said is based on an assumption..."
"Do you want to know the truth?"
Brando sneered. He raised his head and couldn't help taking a deep breath.
At this moment, it was as if another soul stood with him, the young man’s eyes seemed to see through the shackles of the world, and Sophie’s words returned to the other side of his soul—so that time and space collapsed before him—but in everything After calming down, what he saw in his eyes was everything in the past. Palaces and cities burned in the flames, the kingdom was overturned, and everything familiar to the past no longer exists.
The wish of the princess.
The vow of the Valkyrie Lord.
This kingdom seems to be reborn from the flames, and every player puts all his energy into fighting for it, but before the undead of Madara and the player’s black tide invade, they all fail fragilely. It seems to be a doomed failure, and a tragic ending. However, these nobles are still here at the moment, manipulating the fate of this country, as if they can see the final outcome—the victory they believe. Then, like a gloomy god of death, clinging to the life under his control and throwing them into this frenzied sacrifice.
The silent life flows out like the cold blood in the bodies of these people.
Died.
In exchange for a cold ending.
But no one will be responsible for it.
The players remember the black humor, but what about these nobles? They just changed a board to continue their game. They are sacred every time, representing the light or darkness, justice or kindness. This belief cannot be profaned, just like the blood flowing from a noble family, so there is no doubt-it is beyond doubt on the surface.
"How can I tell you the truth..." Brando sighed tiredly, and waved his hand: "It's like this golden apple in my hand. Of course I know how it works for you, because it's so good. Appearing makes your game more glamorous, it is like a shiny weight that tilts the balance to your side—you imagine it this way."
"Unfortunately, it's not that I want to hit you. In any case, your failure is doomed." He replied.
"What are you talking about?" This time even Buga couldn't help but frowned.
"Young people, not everyone can be a star." Li Woods shook his head.
"However, the witches who confuse people with rumors have all been tied to the torture—" Macaro gave Brando a cold look and added.
Brando smiled.
Indeed, but he happened to be the one who could foresee—no, he was the one who saw their failure. But he wouldn't say that, he just asked: "You don't believe it?"
"Reason?" Buga asked simply.
"I remember in Eruin’s most glorious era. Eruin’s knights were holding horns and flying swallow-tail flags—when the horns blew, the Kingdom Blade moved forward. I remember that there was a sea of flags on the battlefield, embroidered on it. With the golden coat of arms of Corcovado, the coat of arms of Goran-Elson, the coat of arms of Anlek. I remember the nobles of that era, still keeping their vows—"Brando smiled Down: "Remember that oath?"
Everyone was taken aback.
"Don't remember?" Brando's eyes were full of scorn: "It's okay, I can read it to you."
"I take the oath of a sage under this sword! I swear to lead my people—to lead them away from disputes and killings, away from the arrogance and greed of imperial nobles; I swear that I will not repeat this cold-blooded mistake of history. The nobles of this new kingdom will be made to follow the spirit of the knights—just and rigorous, upright and heroic, kind and generous. I take this oath and keep it for the rest of my life!"
Brando read this sentence loudly and powerfully, and then looked at the group of people who were speechless for a while.
"Remember who made this oath?" He asked softly.
Li Woods, Macaro, and Buga glanced at each other, and their faces were a little hot. Of course they knew, how could they not. They just forgot.
"Yes," Brando nodded: "This is the source of all your beliefs, the foundation of the spirit of the Eruin nobility, your ancestors and the wise and benevolent monarch, the first generation of kings of the kingdom, the benevolent His Majesty Ek in the lion The oath made by the heart sword. Do you remember what he said? If one day, the Eruin nobles forget their duties, then this sword will come from there, go back there, and no longer bless the country ."
"do you still remember?"
"Don't you remember—"
"It's a pity."
Brando sighed lightly, his eyes cast into the forest.
The afternoon sun penetrated the woodland. At this moment, the forest in the southern border seemed so peaceful and peaceful for the first time—