How is this going? Whose memory is this? Brando did not have a deep memory of the royal city of Eruin. The royal city in his memory, the luxurious palace burned in flames, the city collapsed, and the creatures fell into flames.
He can still remember the howls and screams lingering in his ears.
But it's not such a cheerful rhythm right now.
Brando glanced at the little prince beside him, thinking that this should be Haruze's memory. Princess Griffin and her brother lived in Menstrom for a long time in history. He should be familiar with it. This may be a summer celebration in his memory.
Brando raised his head and saw Lyra in the southern half of the sky, confirming that it should be a summer night.
But what he was a little puzzled was how could the memory of the little prince be linked to the memory of the infamous person. How can the assassination scene in that collapsed dream be connected with such a cheerful dream
Brando remained silent and continued to walk forward. A lot of people have gathered along the avenue, all kinds of people, but most of these people turned a blind eye to Brando and the little prince. This is also normal. Everyone's memory is vague to details. These people exist in the memory, but once they are swept away, they may not remember the appearance of each of them.
He took Haruze through these people, paying attention to the details of the celebration. But at this time, a carriage in the distance drove from the darkness. It was an aristocratic four-wheeled carriage that was dark and gliding like a ghost. Brando couldn't bear to see the coat of arms on the wall of the carriage. His eyes narrowed.
"Teacher, that's Viscount Bergenin—" The little prince also recognized it, and it seems that he still remembers the man who betrayed his sister. He scratched the corner of Brando's clothes with some worry, and reminded him in a low voice.
Brando nodded.
Haruzer was still a little confused. He frowned and said to himself in a puzzled manner: "It's strange that Viscount Bergenin's coat of arms clearly does not have holly leaves. I, I remember that is the talent of the earl. Some decoration..."
"Oh... This is a dream, I, I forgot again, I'm sorry."
The unintentional words made Brando's heart beat.
His brows suddenly frowned. He remembered a detail clearly, Count Bergenin. This is indeed the name in history. After Her Royal Highness's victory in the war in the north, Eluin ushered in the hope of peace. Then came the five years of ZTE. Although there were occasional conflicts with Madara, the timeline was still smoothly transitioning in another period of history.
Then came the second Black Rose War as scheduled.
Brando felt a tingling in his heart. After the Battle of Crimson Valley, the Valkyrie died in battle. The situation is even more unfavorable for the princess. In order to support his own power to contend with Grand Duke Anlek, not long after that, the princess summoned Bergen to return to Menstroms.
At that time... At that time, Brando silently thought back. At that time Bergnin did not inherit the title of Grand Duke of Westfah, but he was made an earl.
"correct… "
"This celebration."
Brando felt a chill rise from his back, and he remembered the origin of the celebration. Yura and Ike defeated Madara’s army in the Manorville area. At that time, the alliance between Eruin and the player seemed to have caught a breath of respite. Princess Griffin feasted the envoy of the Temple of Flame, hope The Cruz people can help.
Midsummer festival.
The feast of the scrolls.
Time is frozen at this historical node. Brando suddenly realized that this was not Haruze's memory at all, but his own. When Princess Griffin was assassinated, he was personally present that day.
Brando suddenly gritted his teeth.
History was repeated in front of him.
"Teacher?" Haruzer couldn't help but feel a little strange seeing Brando's red and white face.
Brando took a deep breath and replied, "It's nothing, Haruze—" He was about to say that we have to find a way to get into the city. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little hot on the piece of paper in his hand.
He quickly picked up the piece of paper.
That piece of paper has changed its appearance at the moment. He only realized that it was a letterhead, about the size of a palm. He opened the envelope, and an invitation fell out. The text on the invitation was blurry, but only one sentence was very eye-catching:'Invite Viscount Cardell and his fiancee Miss Besdie to a banquet—'
Brando felt an enlightenment in his heart. It turns out that this section of the memory of the unnamed person is connected with his memory. It turns out that the guy was going to a banquet and was assassinated on the way. But what makes him a little strange is how this has anything to do with his later memories. And why did that guy get assassinated, and what did he regret
And there is another problem. There was only the Viscount Carder in the carriage, and the invitation was written to invite Viscount Carder and his fiancée to a banquet. What about his fiancee
"Wait, fiancee?"
Brando's movements suddenly froze there.
"Teacher?" The little prince naturally noticed Brando's movements. He saw the piece of paper in Brando's hand turned into an envelope, and he naturally remembered what Brando had said before. "Teacher, does it remember something new again?"
Brando remained silent and handed the letterhead to his student. Haruze picked up the fluttering piece of paper, looked at it carefully, and then stayed for a while: "Teacher, shall we go to the banquet for this Viscount Cardel?"
In theory, the requirements of the task should be so. Brando recalled all the details of the strategy carefully, but the conclusions he reached were almost the same.
"But where is the fiancee of the Viscount Lord, shall we find her first?" the little prince asked.
There is this possibility. Brando pondered for a moment, but he thought it was unlikely. As the fiancee of Viscount Kader, he suspects that he is the central figure in this mission. But the point is, according to the collapsed dreams of the unnamed, the more memorable things are, the sooner they should appear.
It's like a piece of paper in his hand.
And his fiancee is still insignificant until now. Either this so-called fiancee is an insignificant figure, or she is already dead like the Viscount Lord.
But whether it is the former or the latter, it is basically an impossible task to find the so-called Miss Besdie from this dream.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to find her." Brando replied.
"Ah? Then can we only go to the banquet like this? But, the official of etiquette has said that if such a nobleman of the Long River does not bring a female guest, it will be ridiculed—" Haruze was startled, a little worried. Said.
"It's not a question of ridicule." Brando shook his head. What did the ridicule in the dream have to do with him, he had to admire the little prince who was still worried about this problem at this time. The crux of the problem is that this invitation is obviously something very important to Viscount Rouch, otherwise he would not remember it so clearly.
He forgot all the other words on the invitation, and just remembered the words'Invite Viscount Cardel and his fiancee Miss Besdie to a banquet—'This sentence shows that he attaches great importance to this matter.
In other words, according to the setting in "Amber", if he can't meet this condition, then the subsequent tasks are basically free of discussion.
Brando didn't want to be locked in this dream forever.
But what he can't help but want to scold his mother is, who is he going to look for in this horrible place to dress up as this damned fiancee Miss Besdie? In this dream, except for the important characters, almost all memories are fragile. These people outside are like a background, and they cannot interact with him and Haruze at all.
But he stopped suddenly.
Brando's gaze fell on Haruze—
The little prince of Eruin, the future king. Haruze is only twelve years old this year. Because of his long-term sword practice, he has begun to grow taller, just as tall as his waist. He is a bit like his sister, Princess Griffin, who is born with a lovely face and flushed red. His silver eyes are always watery, and his silky hair sticks to his forehead, making him look Very often, she looks like a weak little girl.
The point is, because of the half-elf blood, his body is far less robust than a human boy, but very slender.
He stood there, himself looking pitiful and weak. In terms of temperament, he was even more docile and quiet than his sister.
Brando hesitated, the evil thoughts in his heart could not stop pouring out. The little prince seemed to perceive something bad and couldn't help but look at him cautiously and asked, "Ms. Brando?"
Brando raised a finger, and with only a thought, the signet of the former Viscount Cardel appeared intact in his hand. This is the benefit of dreams, as long as there are things in the memory of him, Haruze, and Viscount Kader, they can be easily copied to any place.
Then he lowered his head and said to the little prince seriously: "Haruze."
"Well?"
"Does anyone tell you that you are beautiful?"
The little prince's face turned red after a brush. He held the lion's teeth and looked at his teacher blankly, not knowing what to think about. "Old teacher?"
"If you change into women's clothing, there should be no problem, right?"
The problem is big. Haruze held the sword and shook his head desperately. Then he lowered his head and blushed, almost blushing through the roots of his neck. Brando couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene. To be honest, the little prince was more like a girl in temperament than his sister.
He sighed, and to be honest, he also thought his idea was absurd. But there is a faint sense of mischief|, not to mention this seems to be the only possible way.
"Haruze—"
He spoke.