Brando remained silent and did not answer. Of course Grand Duke Anlek will come. This is a good show planned by him. He will assassinate the princess, who has gradually been out of his control, and regain control of Prince Haruze to control the government-no, here is Princess Bedis. Brando turned his head and glanced at Haruze who was standing next to him. The little prince looked up at his sister in another time and space, with a look on his face like falling into a cloud and mist.
The expression of the princess was colder, she looked at Haruze, her pale silver eyes had a very complicated meaning. "Since the years of blooming flowers and summer leaves, I and Bedis fled the Golden Teng Palace with you, you, me, and Eruin have all experienced a lot, and you have grown up, Bedis, it's time to take responsibility. "
"Sister I..."
Princess Griffin stretched out her hand to interrupt him. She turned her head and said to Brando: "Mr. Viscount, I want to talk to Bedis alone for a while."
Brando thought for a while. This is just a corner of this dream. It doesn't make much sense for him to stay here. The only way to leave here is to make up for Viscount Cardel's regret. He must find more from the dream scene. There are many clues, so he nodded and said to Haruze: "Bedis, you stay here, the princess and you have not seen each other for a long time, I am waiting for you in the hall outside."
"Kadel..." Haruze looked back at his teacher, his immature eyes full of panic and anxiety, but in the eyes of Princess Griffin, it seemed like a lover's reluctance. She shook her head impenetrably, and sighed slightly: "Let Mr. Viscount be alone for a while, your time is still long, Bedis."
Haruze blushed, because he was misunderstood, no matter how he was a boy. But he couldn't explain, he could only hesitate to look at Brando with pleading eyes. Brando made a gesture to him quietly. That was the secret word of the tree elves—he had used this in his previous life, and he naturally taught it to his only student—Brando told Haruze to stay here and collect information. , And then join him.
The little prince still had uneasy anxiety on his face, but seeing Brando's gesture, he suddenly remembered their intentions, took a hard breath, and finally calmed down. 'She' nodded to him.
Brando's gaze returned to Princess Griffin, or the shadow of His Royal Highness Princess Long in his memory. He is fully aware of the weight of this shadow in his heart, and she has actually changed the value orientation of many people.
The princess, who has fully shouldered this kingdom, has a unique charm, just like the temperament in the memory that is calm as a lake but under the lake is bred with power as strong as the sea. She stood there, and was independent of the world. She watched the kingdom with a calm and wise gaze. She once spent all her life making it reborn from decay, and finally watched its destruction.
In the last days of life, the princess often thinks quietly by herself, but what is she thinking about
Is it regret? Is it reminiscence? Or use a calm mind to arrange everything behind the scenes
The nobles who once supported her finally stood on the opposite side of her. The only ones who supported her were the players. It seemed like a great irony, but a group of historical passers-by had feelings for a virtual character.
But Her Royal Highness the eldest princess just watched all this quietly and completed her mission quietly. She understood her destiny from beginning to end and accepted it calmly, as if she was just reading a book with words. But she eventually left the seed for Eruin, the cowardly and incompetent prince, who grew up under her wing guard, and finally assumed the responsibility.
This is the land where she was born and raised, but growing up under the indifferent education of the nobles, what made her selflessly want to change all of this, is it just because of a lofty ideal
Brando pursed his lips. He does not have lofty ideals, just like all players-although the dream of the first king Ake has also made every Eruin player's blood boiled, and he passed on such an oath from word of mouth. But are their feelings really fighting for the people at the bottom? How many people really have the sentiment of a revolutionary? Reality is not yet possible, let alone in a game. The players just describe a romantic chivalry picture in their hearts.
The same is true for him. The yearning for the heroic plot and the special feelings for the princess and the Valkyrie brought him to this point. He has never forgotten his heart and carefully kept himself from falling into self-righteousness. What he pursued in his heart was actually still the vow that the senior sister had said to explore the end of the world together, a small and even ridiculous wish.
But because of this, true self-sacrifice in this world can be so holy and respectable. Brando bowed deeply to Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, regardless of class and role, as if to worship all those who pursue beautiful beliefs and innocent ideals in his heart.
Then he turned his head, feeling everything from the past disappear in his heart. It was a special feeling, as if relieved, the past has disappeared, and what is left is a brand new future.
Brando walked out of the garden with a relaxed and heavy mood, only to see black tea waiting for him there.
Seeing him, Black Tea straightened up from the pillar: "You really came out, Master Viscount."
"Are you waiting for me?"
"I think the princess must have something to say with his sister, right? They haven't seen each other for a long time, and the princess hasn't notified anyone else that Princess Bedis will come. No one knows except us!" With a smile, she replied somewhat braggingly, her performance was almost exactly the same as in Brando's impression.
"His Royal Highness trusts you very much."
"That's because we are trustworthy-the nobles are now on the side of Duke Anlek. They hope that the princess can stop those reforms. In the final analysis, it is because the princess's actions have hurt their interests." Black Tea hummed a little dissatisfiedly. Scream.
This period of history is so similar, almost exactly the same as Brando remembers. But what he cares about is another answer. He asked: "But no matter what kind of reform, it is beneficial to the people at the bottom. There will always be someone who will support Her Royal Highness."
"They?" The girl gritted her teeth: "If those people are really reliable, how can Her Royal Highness fall to where she is today. Her Royal Highness can sacrifice herself for them, but is anyone willing to sacrifice his life for Her Royal Highness?"
How familiar is this argument, didn't he think so? No, or this was his subconscious thought, it was just saying it through the mouth of black tea in his memory. Why is this? Is it true that as black tea later angrily said, human nature is inherently selfish? He was also disappointed because of this, leaving Eruin, who had been turned into ashes, all the way north, but just wandering in the world of the game like a lonely ghost.
But this time, Brando hesitated and said: "Maybe there is another reason."
Hearing his answer, Black Tea raised his head and took a closer look at him. She squinted her eyes slightly, looking like a cat from before the hunt: "In fact, you don't think so in your heart, do you?"
"Um?"
The girl smiled slightly and said inexplicably, "Because I saw the confusion in your eyes. Also, you and us are the same kind of people. Although you are only an NPC, I can smell the same smell from you. ."
This sentence made Brando's heart palpitate.
'You and us are the same kind of people, although you are only an NPC, but I can smell the same smell on you as we are—'
This is not black tea, she is not that smart yet, this is the question and answer in his heart. No, not only that, this is Kader's self-examination, Brando vaguely feels that he has grasped something-what kind of answer is the knight who has lost his reputation and memory asking him
The two walked into the main hall of the banquet as the guards responsible for the safety of the Golden Teng Palace, and were fully trusted by Her Royal Highness Princess Regent, so the members of the Crimson Traveller were free in the banquet. As for Brando, he was originally the invited guest.
The center of the banquet was a huge dance floor. Countless nobles gathered around this circle, chatting with each other in twos and threes. They only had their own circle of friends, but occasionally they would enter other circles to greet the guests who knew well or had only one side. The banquet is an important means for the nobles to communicate. Many enemies and allies were born in such a banquet.
The huge ornate chandelier illuminated the whole hall, and Brando’s eyes were full of extravagant sights, as if from the transparent and brilliant light, there was no indication that the kingdom was lingering, but he had witnessed it before. All of this is just a review.
He walked aimlessly through the crowd, subconsciously trying to find out Anlek and his secret killer. In reality, Anlek caused him a huge trouble. He didn't expect that he would continue to be an enemy in his dreams. This guy is really abhorrent to Brando.
However, Brando also paid attention to every detail around him. Viscount Cardel's memory was shattered in this huge dream. Any detail may inspire his memories of the past, thereby promoting changes in the dream scene. The effort paid off, and soon he found some changes.
The clock in the middle of the hall points to eight o'clock in the evening, which is two hours after the start of the banquet in his memory; from the French arch windows on the north side of the Jinteng Palace, what you can see should be the palaces and large expanses of gardens. But Brando stopped there, only to see the dense forest, and the horizon was completely dark.
There was still a faint smell of blood in the air, and a burnt smell as if something burned.
The scale of the clock, the forest outside the window that did not match the memory, the strangeness in the air, Brando guessed that these were probably the memories of Viscount Cardel during his lifetime. He was able to retrieve these memory fragments, indicating that they must be the more critical memory in his heart, and he was deeply impressed, so Brando also silently remembered these points.
Then he stepped back, but unexpectedly ran into someone.
"Ouch," a naive voice called. Brando felt that the man hit his waist. It should be a child. He judged that the other party should be carrying a plate of food because he heard the sound of Dingdingdongdong tableware falling.