In the dark, Brando always felt that he had seen this forest there. But this is not surprising. The dream of the unnamed person merges with his memory fragments, and this dream itself is full of his personal imprints.
He stayed by the river for a while, then suddenly remembered. He remembers that when he was young, there was a park near his home, and the pine trees in the park were so tall and straight.
Brando's heart pounded suddenly.
He thought of his childhood and his parents. At that time they were very young and proud of him. When he was young, he was like all children, full of self-confidence, thinking that he could afford this sustenance.
But he disappointed them after all.
Brando once thought that such disappointment was due to his own failure. In order to escape, he was obsessed with the game; but it wasn't until he met the Sword Master of Eruin—'his' grandfather—in the dream of the Golden Tree that he realized how wrong he was.
But does he still have a chance to ask for forgiveness
Is Master Martha willing to give him this opportunity
Brando looked at the light outside the forest and couldn't help but hold his heart. He still remembers that every holiday, various celebrations would be held in the park, and his parents would take him as a child to participate in park activities.
He knew it was just a dream.
But standing by the river, there seemed to be a thousand catties under his feet. The evening breeze passed, and the woods clashed. At this moment, there was a small sound of footsteps in the forest, Brando turned his head slightly, and his heart jumped.
"Anyone else?"
Brando turned his head, but saw an unexpected person stumbled out of the forest-Prince Haruze. The little prince panted sharply, and raised his head to look at his teacher in amazement, but his eye circles soon turned red, and tears were shining in his eyes: "Mr. Brando... I, I thought I would never find you again. NS."
Brando was shocked.
He never dreamed that this little Zhengtai would break into his dream. Although the strategy says that the dreams of the unnamed themselves reflect the incompleteness of their memories, and the world of dreams is full of other people’s memories—in Amber, the decision is made based on the player’s experience—sometimes other players may enter in disorder. In the dream of another player.
But the problem is—this is modern! Modern! Modern!
Brando has a mess in his mind, what should I do? If only the little prince could see his dream, it would be fine. Although his family did not live in the prosperous urban area when he was a child, this small county is not a backward area. To let Haruze see the reinforced concrete buildings, high-rise buildings, cars and some messy things, he How to explain
How about knocking Haruze out
He immediately shook his head, this is unlikely, unless he wants to murder the little prince here. Since Haruze entered his dream, it shows that the tasks of the two of them are consistent. If the little prince can't redeem himself, then he can only stay in the dream forever.
Brando froze there when he thought of this.
"How to do… ?"
There is only one question left in his mind.
"Teacher?" Haruzer saw Brando standing motionless by the river, looking straight at him, couldn't help being a little scared, and flinched slightly. He had never seen this Lord Earl look like this, Brando was always very gentle on weekdays.
Although Brando's request was a bit harsh, Haruze was more severely demanded by his sister. On the contrary, he had a very good impression of this gentle Count lord most of the time.
"Uh... Haruze." Brando whispered, and decided to vaccinate the little prince first. After all, Haruze was young, and he might be able to get through.
"Huh?" Haruze blushed and panted softly, then whispered.
"You know, we are in a dream-"
"I know, teacher. I heard what you said just now. You said that we are in the dreams of the unnamed, and these dreams are full of our own memories." The little prince is as serious as a well-behaved student. Replied indifferently.
He was frightened in the darkness by himself, but when he saw his teacher, his heart settled down again. Brando is the hero who saved Amperesel, but in his heart, Brando is the hero who saved his sister.
This is more than any reason to give him trust.
"No, please, please forget the last sentence—" Brando couldn't help groaning in his heart |
He smiled slightly and said softly: "Yes, Haruze, but you know, dreams are very weird, so don't make a fuss about what you see later. Don't forget that we are still in a dangerous environment. "
Brando laughed more ugly than crying, and wanted to stab himself to death with the sword of the earth.
Haruze blinked, and the half-elf's pointed ears moved slightly. His silver eyes were shining against the moonlight, and he nodded earnestly: "I understand, teacher. Actually, I often had strange dreams when I was young."
As if there were no others, the little prince was not as shy as usual. He and Brando have been together for several months, so naturally speaking is not as cramped as it was at the beginning.
Brando breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
"You come with me."
He nodded and turned around, crossed the river beach, and walked towards the direction of the light source in the distant woodland. Haruze held the lion's teeth and followed each step. The two of them passed through a large black pine forest, and the light source in front of them was getting brighter and brighter, but at this moment, Brando suddenly narrowed his eyes and gave a faint sound.
He stopped and saw a carriage with its door opened not far from the woodland.
He looked back at Haruze, thinking that something was a projection of the little prince's dream. But the little prince was also looking in that direction blankly, as if he still didn't understand what was going on.
However, Brando didn't expect this Zhengtai to see any clues. He was a master of art and courageous. He walked over by himself and found that there was no one in the carriage. But there was a dazzling pool of blood on the seat, and the smell of blood permeated the woodland, which was slightly pungent.
"Teacher?" The little prince quickly noticed the abnormality on the carriage.
Brando raised his hand to signal his student to be quiet. Every detail in the dream is not created out of thin air. This scene is either a memory of him or the little prince, or a part of the lost dream of the unnamed.
This looks like the scene of an assassination. At the age of the little prince, such a scene will definitely be memorable and will never fail to be recognized. And he himself didn't seem to have a similar memory, he thought about it, the only thing left was a part of the lost dream of the unnamed.
Brando couldn't help but raise his attention. In this dream, the task is to redeem. Therefore, the dream of the lost is a very important clue-the legendary unnamed man wanders in the black forest in order to retrieve his lost self. Most of them are because of regret, so most of the tasks in the dream are to make up for regrets.
He lowered his head, and soon found dots of blood around the carriage.
Brando immediately searched for these bloodstains and walked on. He didn't go far before he found his goal beside a black pine. It was a dead young man with a dagger stuck behind his back, his waist hunched, his head hung down, almost all leaning on his knees, he had already lost the breath of life.
When Haruze saw this scene, he couldn't help making a soft "Ah" voice.
"Do you know him?" Brando asked back.
"I don't know." The little prince shook his head.
"Then the right to inspect the body is given to me." Brando walked over, and he lifted up the young man's body. The young man looked very delicate, and the clothes he wore showed his identity as a nobleman, and he wanted to be the heir of a certain noble family.
He picked up the other party's money bag first, but as soon as he got the bag, it turned into dust and passed away. Brando was stunned. The strategy mentioned this phenomenon. Since everything in the dream is a surviving memory, most of the other details do not exist except for the most profound part, so when you come into contact with him, it will become nothingness.
But at this time, a thin piece of paper fell from the purse that turned into dust.
Brando picked up the piece of paper, only to find a blank space on the piece of paper.
He groaned for a moment and understood the reason. In this scene, the most memorable person is this piece of paper. He remembered this piece of paper firmly, but he even forgot what was written on the piece of paper.
Brando checked the young man again and found that there were no other more valuable clues. But he glanced at the signet ring on the young man's hand, and noted the appearance of the thing.
"Ms. Brando?" The little prince stared at the piece of paper in his hand, somewhat puzzled.
"This is a clue. But it's not enough to make it remember more things. We need to move on to the next scene. In this dream, we will help it trace everything and remind it of who it is—" Brando also saw He looked at the paper in his hand, and then replied.
Haruze had a sense: "We want to help it find its own name, don't we, always?"
"Almost." Brando is still very satisfied with the savvy of his own student.
"But, since it has forgotten everything, how can we help it remember? It must have been wandering in this forest for many years, even the history has disappeared under the dust, we can really have nothing Can you find the memory it wants?" Haruze frowned, looking a little curious.
"You still remember, this is not a complete memory, right. There are memories of you and me in this world too—" Brando suddenly stopped, wishing to slap himself. But the words have already been said, he can only say with great annoyance: "We are examining its dreams, and it is also examining our dreams. People’s experiences are always similar. The same scenes may evoke their memories. —"
Haruze nodded, and glanced at his teacher with some admiration.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Brando felt a little awkward facing a little Zhengtai who was blushing and looking at him with big shiny eyes.
"Master Lewoods often told me some stories before he died. I, I don't know if I don't respect people who died, but I think the master doesn't have a teacher you know much."
This flattery shoots well. Brando felt a little lighthearted, especially since he knew that His Royal Highness the little prince was actually very simple and would not lie at all. He patted Haruze on the head: "Everyone has their own specialties—"
Then he straightened up and let out a sigh of relief. Once in the mission state, the previous messy thoughts faded a lot, and the whole person calmed down.
"The brightly lit place over there looks like a small town. I think I should be able to find some clues. Let's go there together." He looked at the edge of the woodland and asked knowingly.
"Um!"
Haruze didn't know where he was, and nodded heavily while holding the lion's teeth.
Brando put the young man's body away. Although he knew it was just a dream, he did so out of respect for the dead. People who have lost their names linger in the forest all day long because of their regret. Legend has it that most of these people were cast aside during their lives—but Brando believes that if a person knows how to regret, then there is at least a piece of pure land in his heart.
Just for this self-salvation heart, it also deserves equal respect.
Then the two crossed over here and continued forward. It’s only a short distance away from the edge of the woodland. If it were in the real world, the young man’s body and carriage would definitely be discovered in a short while, but here is a dream, as Brando said, In dreams, only the existence of memory is pursued, and rationality does not exist here.
The light flows into the forest like milk, drawing oblique shadows on the edge of the forest. Brando walked in the opposite direction of light and shadow. He walked across the edge of the woods, and suddenly his eyes suddenly opened up.
But he was taken aback for a moment.
Outside the woods was not the park he had imagined, and there were no expected reinforced concrete buildings, no cars, and no high-rise buildings.
A classic city lies outside the forest, with a moat and scattered small towns outside the city. The stars are shining brightly, and a towering city wall crosses across, surrounding the city far and near.
A little closer, a avenue cuts through the forest and leads directly to the gate in the distance. There are many tents on both sides of the avenue. The tents are brightly lit and filled with fruits, vegetables and wine barrels outside. A stage was even set up not far away, and he saw the clown performing on it, the actors singing and dancing, and the music was cheerful.
This looks like a festival in the countryside of any region in Eruin.
But because of the contrast, Brando couldn't help being stunned for a while. Until Haruze came out from behind him and saw the city in the distance screamed out in a daze—'Ah! '
Brando knew the meaning of this short exclamation.
As if he recognized that city.
Menstroms.
The royal capital of Eruin.