Stars are like dust.
The silver-robed wizards disappeared behind the light gate one by one. Tulaman looked at Brando, who was leaning forward to stare at him with his hands on the side of the ship, smiled, and then turned and stepped into the light gate; he was the last one. After leaving the Buga, the circular light gate on the cross bridge turned a half circle clockwise behind him, and then quickly shrank and turned into a light spot, slowly falling to the ground like a piece of dust.
Luen Harbor in the night, after experiencing fierce battles in the daytime, looked devastated, and there was no one in the silent city at this time. The port of Ruen is not big at all. Except for the nobles who are not willing to own their own property, most of the civilians have gone and fled early in the war. The remaining refugees have long been used by Brando to let Eruin's envoy. All were arranged on board. The Cruz nobles are quite dissatisfied with these civilians who have to occupy their own limited living resources and space. They have long been arguing, but Brando does not bother to care about these people. This belongs to Valhalla and his fleet. He No need to bother.
The silver fleet hovered over the pier like a school of fish. Large and small frigates circled several capital ships that were obviously larger than a circle. In the center of the entire fleet was the flagship Akhenaten. Under the clear stars, the sailor tightened the rope amidst the first officer's command, and the shiny silver sails were swelling. Brando listened to that command, and his heart was calm. He saw the deck. Above, Marjorie, a non-commissioned officer from Yanilasu, is directing the sailors to roll the wooden barrels filled with fresh water and food off the deck. The young men who go out to sea for the first time are not proficient, but they are better than diligent hands and feet.
The springboard leading to the cross bridge on the side of the ship was not put away. Instead, an extra one was added. A certain lady who always regarded herself as the business ambassador of Eruin stood on the edge of the springboard and wore a thick fur coat. Wearing a mink shawl and a lovely round hat, she seemed to be unable to bear the biting cold wind from above, rubbing her hands steadily, her naked face was also flushed with cold.
But even so, she still seriously told the sailors around: "You are so clumsy, which is really worrying. Be careful later, she is a truly noble and elegant lady. You must not scare others!"
"No problem, Miss Romance."
"Yes, Miss, you should go under the cabin first. If you freeze out, Lord Lord will get angry again later." Unfortunately, the sailors are very familiar with this young lady's temperament and are not scared at all. On the contrary, Replied with a smile.
"Don't stop talking nonsense, your lord has a good temper, so he won't get angry." Roman hurriedly retorted, even though she said that, she still gave Brando a guilty look. The person was absent-minded, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She patted her chest, and couldn't help but become angry and said: "If you talk nonsense, I will arrange for you to wash the deck!"
The sailors laughed and closed their mouths.
Brando waited until the eldest lady turned her head, then looked back, couldn't help but shook her head and laughed secretly, but there was a faint enlightenment in her heart—
The Bugans and the Four Great Temples have realized their mistakes, because it is impossible to achieve the goal of justice by deception. If the direction is deviated from the beginning, the goal achieved can only bear bitter fruits. But is Her Majesty, who stands on the opposite side of the four temples, correct? Brando felt that it was not necessarily true.
Because the Buga, the Dragons, and the Four Great Temples are correct in at least one thing: Crazy behavior can only lead to the destruction of order, and it is impossible to bring new life to the ruins. No one is qualified to decide the fate of others, and there is nothing. People are qualified to drag this world into the flames of war; blood cannot bring revolution, but can only arouse infinite hatred.
"Maybe I don't know how to stand on the side of justice."
"But I at least know what are the beautiful and precious things in this world."
"I also know how to use the sword as a knight." Brando murmured to himself: "So the Queen is indeed drifting away on the road of paranoia."
A black carriage appeared on the cross bridge like a ghost. It drove silently towards the Akhenaten, and then stopped by the springboard. Although the sailors were laughing and joking forward, they were cheering up at this moment, because next to the carriage were three valkyries—these female knights who were riding blazing horses, armed with spears and wearing armor, were already there. The battle in the afternoon showed amazing strength, but there are still people in the envoy who need their protection? Everyone was taken aback.
Not only these sailors, but the nobles who saw this scene on the warships near and far were all subconsciously puzzled. Most people immediately turned their eyes to the flagship-the mysterious Lord Earl had already boarded the ship, so the carriage Who will be in it? Could it be that the princess of Eruin came in person
Even the people in the envoy looked at each other, and Eunice couldn't help but bumped Marjorie's arm with her elbow: "Did you see Princess Magdal?" she asked. The young sergeant shook his head: "She is on the boat, the boat with Judy."
"Where is the eldest lady of the Yanbao family?"
"Miss Dilfield? I just saw her just now."
"Where is it? Is it really the princess?" Duke Vieiro's daughter frowned and bit her nails very rudely. She is the kind of woman with a strong desire to control, and there are always unexpected things. , It will make her feel very uneasy.
"You think too much, Miss Ouni." Marjorie was very calm. He glanced at the former and replied calmly.
The carriage stopped by the springboard, then the door opened, and Uta jumped out from inside. The person who saw this scene was taken aback for a moment, and then recognized that this was the female adjutant of Eruin, who actually asked her to take care of her personally. People, everyone's curiosity couldn't help but improve. They stared at the carriage, as if they had come out after a thousand calls, and finally walked slowly down from above.
But he is a man.
"Ah!" Seeing the man, Euni almost yelled out of fright.
On the other ships, a group of Cruz nobles also looked like ducks pinched by their throats. They looked at the man as if they had seen a devil. Some people with a slightly poorer psychological quality went so far as to go back a few steps. Those with bad luck stepped on the cable and just sat down on the ground. That's the case, they haven't woken up yet, and their faces are as white as a piece of paper, and their blood has faded completely.
Count Alcons was frowning, taking out his pocket watch from his clothes and looking at the time by moonlight, but now he stood there as if he was possessed, and even the pocket watch in his hand slammed down. On the deck, the glass cover fell to pieces without even noticing it.
"What's the matter?" Marjorie seemed to realize it later, and then noticed that the surrounding atmosphere was somewhat different, and he asked the Duke's daughter next to him.
"It's him..." Euni was fighting with her upper and lower teeth. Although she tried her best to restrain this shameful emotion, she still couldn't help making a giggling voice: "It's that person, the team leader is with him. No wonder... No wonder you are so confident..."
If in the history of the empire, there is a person who can make all the nobles in the empire hear about it, and the appearance of this person is familiar to everyone in the empire, but even so, the powerful Cruz empire for a hundred years There is still no way to take him, so this person will only have a name and a title.
His name is Mephistopheles, and his title is Grey Sword Saint.
Mephistopheles stepped out of the carriage slowly. This was an extremely elegant middle-aged man. He had been used to a generous life for the first half of his life. The aura of a troubled noble was imprinted on him like a label, as if he was a wanderer. Like a prince of his country, he couldn't help but become the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went. Wearing a dark windbreaker, the famous grey sword is on his back. His face is a bit firm, but the most striking thing is the pair of cold star-like eyes. Mephistopheles lifted his head to sweep. A glance at everyone in the fleet made everyone in the Cruz feel chilly.
Time seemed to freeze.
Uta and Mephistopheles got on the boat one after another, and they walked across the springboard as if they were flat on the ground, and came to Brando. Brando looked at the two men and couldn't help sighing lightly, and smiled: "Thank you, teacher, I didn't expect to involve you anyway."
The Grey Sword Saint looked at his student. This time he was on the mission. He had been behind the envoy, acting together with the Valkyrie and Buga puppets. According to the original arrangement, it was inappropriate for him to show up this time. , Unless it's the most critical juncture. But he didn't expect the plan to change quickly. After Brando asked Uta to talk to him about the plan before, he only considered it for a moment, and then there was the above scene.
Mephistopheles knew that his student was going to use his own sign to pull the flag, but he didn't take it seriously. First of all, he was very satisfied with Brando, his only student, and secondly he never thought of asking Hide your head and show your tail in front of the Cruz people.
Before he entered the extreme realm, the empire could not do anything to him, let alone now.
So he just responded indifferently: "You can do it, you are my student, I will naturally stand behind you."
Brando was startled slightly and couldn't help being moved. He looked at this weather-beaten middle-aged man—also his cheap teacher. In his mind, although the relationship between the two was a master and apprentice, it was inevitable that there was a trade color in it. After all, from the beginning, this relationship was maintained by equivalent exchanges. He didn't expect that after so much experience, the other party seemed to treat himself as a student. He nodded slightly and replied in a deep voice: " I understand, teacher."
Mephistopheles still looked unsmiling, and only nodded: "I'm going down first. It's really unpleasant to see these hypocritical Cruz people."
Brando couldn't help but smile. Now the world thinks that he, the Earl of Valhalla, dares to slap the Cruz Empire in the face, but he did not expect the old enemy of Mephistopheles to be even more arrogant. This shaved the Cruz people's face in person. You must know that Earl Alcons is not far away. Although Mephistopheles is talking to him alone, his voice is not small at all. He wanted to tell him on purpose.
But that's nothing. What is outrageous are the cruel nobles who always complain about this and complain about that Cruze. At this moment, they seem to have aphasia, and they all bow their heads, pretending not to see this scene.
Although the Earl of Alcons had a blue and white face, he did not dare to say a word.
What is deterrence? This is deterrence.
Brando watched Mephistopheles walk down the deck, but couldn't help but slander in his heart, and he didn't see the teacher who said this when he saw the beauty of the sky, the lord of the army. It was really hypocritical. But thinking of this, he also thought that it had been a while since he had heard about Veronica. Although the lady was from Cruz, she was one of the few people he respected, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried for a while.
At this time, the black carriage got on the Akhenaten under Roman’s arrangement. The sailors couldn’t help being very puzzled: "Miss Roman, don’t you say that there is a noble and elegant lady on the carriage? What does a lady look like?"
"Why is there no lady?" The merchant lady quibbled: "Did you not see it?"
"Miss, you don't talk about Yuta-sama? Isn't she the mercenary leader, is she an elegant lady of noble birth?" The sailors suddenly shouted, "Businessmen must be creditable."
"Of course we need to talk about credit, but loopholes in the text can be drilled, can't they?" Roman smiled.
"Cut." Hiss all around for a while.
But the merchant lady didn't care at all. She asked the sailors to put away the springboard before coming to Brando and triumphantly making an "OK" gesture.
Brando remained unmoved, pinched the tip of her little nose, and said to Uta who was on the side: "Is everything loaded on the boat?"
Yuta nodded: "The puppets and gargoyles have been loaded on the ship, but Lord Lord, there are not many gargoyles left. If the dragon beasts attack again..."
"They will definitely come again. Behind us should be the guy Modesty. I know her character very well." Brando glanced at the large plain under the night, scattered stardust dotted in the dark Above the curtain of the sky, but the most dazzling one is the constellation of the Dragon King Bahamut in the Eastern Horizon. Right on the edge of this majestic star map, it is dark. It is said that before the battle of the saints, it belonged to Constellation of the Dark Dragon.
It has been dead for a thousand years-
"Hmm," Roman frowned, raised his head, trying to get rid of Brando's claws, but she, a poor little witch, could be Brando's opponent. After a while, he looked at this nasty guy with tears in his eyes: "Brando, I will bite you if you don't let go."
As if to strengthen the persuasiveness of this threat, the merchant lady also showed her little white and pointed teeth.
Brando smiled slightly before letting go. The latter stepped back quickly, rubbing his red nose, and staring at this guy vigilantly.
"Can they catch up with us?" Uta asked, looking at the little couple with interest.
"Yes, the speed of the dragon beast is much faster than the oldest frigate, and we also bring refugees." Brando replied.
"Then if we set sail now, wouldn't they catch us at sea?" Uta frowned.
"It's okay." Brando thought to himself that Modesty might participate in the war in person after he learned that the Buga intervened, but he calmly replied: "They can't stop us, Yuta, you go and inform the Shire. Go to the drawing room with Marjorie. By the way, there is that fat man."
Uta nodded and was about to leave, but Brando stopped her again: "Wait."
"What's the matter?" The head of the female mercenary turned around questioningly.
"Uta," Brando asked after hesitating, "I remember you seem to know my grandfather."
Uta was taken aback, and then she reacted. Her eyes could not help but brighten, and she replied somewhat respectfully: "Yes, Lord Lord, how could anyone not know your grandfather in Eruin? Lord Darus, In that era, he was one of the two walls of the kingdom, but..." She looked at her lord with some appreciation, thinking that this was probably the so-called family inheritance of the nobles. Both grandparents and grandchildren were so excellent.
But why do some nobles continue to decay from generation to generation? Regarding this question, it was not the first time that she felt puzzled, but she just couldn't think of an answer.
"But what?"
Uta seemed to be determined to continue this question after a while, she replied: "But my lord, when your grandfather became famous, I have not been born yet. In fact... I actually met him and lived in seclusion. After that. My lord..." She looked at the young man in front of her and replied: "You know, it's near Braggs. In fact, I saw you, your lord at that time."
"What!?" Brando was stunned. He never dreamed that he and the head of the mercenary would have such a relationship.
"... Your lord, remember that I once told you about my past," recalling those things that happened before, Uta's voice couldn't help but lowered: "My sister and I were adventurers at the time, and were later persecuted by the nobles. , I had to go into exile. Later, your grandfather and your grandfather saved my life, but it is a pity that my sister was not so lucky. She did not last until that time. That was when I saw you and your grandfather."
She couldn't help but smiled softly, compared to a height: "At that time, my lord, you were only this tall."
Brando was stunned for a moment before he realized that there seemed to be such a thing in his memory, but before Uta mentioned it, it was just a small episode in his childhood memory, and it was already blurred. He took a deep look at the head of the female mercenary: "Did you recognize it from the beginning?"
Uta shook his head: "It was a long time later. I realized that the old man was the famous sword sage Darus. Later, I deliberately collected some information about him, but I didn't dare to publicize it. Later When I met an adult, I actually didn’t recognize the adult at first. After all, you were so young at the time.” She couldn’t help but smiled, “Who would have thought that such a cute little guy back then? I have grown into a man who stands upright, compared to adults, I really can't do anything. Later..."
"later?"
"Later, it was after the underground incident in the town of Shavlund, that I confirmed your identity from Master Kuran. From then on, I decided to follow the adults with all my heart." The head of the mercenary was a little touched. Di recalled, she glanced at her saber subconsciously.
"My lord," she raised her head: "Is there anything else?"
Brando shook his head, feeling a little regretful. He originally wanted to get to know his grandfather from Uta, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't seem to know more than him. "It's nothing," he replied, "Go ahead, Yuta, thank you."
"It's my pleasure, sir," the head of the mercenary army replied with a smile, suddenly remembering what it was like, and asked, "By the way, sir, is your aunt okay with her?"
"My aunt?" Brando was stunned. There were a few aunts on Cara Su's side, his mother's side, but Caddy Lego had very little contact with their family. He had never seen those teachings since he was a child. 'S relatives, for a moment did not understand why Yuta would suddenly ask this question.
"Yes, it was the lady who was with your grandfather at the time. She was the first to rescue me," Yuta replied, "I haven't seen that kind lady for a long time, too. I couldn't find a chance to thank her."
"what?"
Brando was stunned, because there was no such person in his memory, he couldn't help rubbing his forehead, and for a moment he wondered if his memory was too vague, and many details had been missed. He only remembered that he was practicing swords at the sawmill by the river. It was his grandfather who saved a woman. As for whether it was Uta or not, in fact, he didn't remember clearly. As for whether there was another one at the time. Women, it is even more impossible to talk about.
However, in his memory, he only remembers that there are not many outsiders who interacted with his home. Apart from some friends in his father's business, his grandfather basically had no social interactions, and he supervised him to practice swords every day.
Could it be that he remembered it wrong
Brando couldn't help rubbing his forehead with a very headache.
"Lord Lord?" Uta gave him a worried look.
"It's nothing," Brando shook his head: "My aunt, she... Well, fortunately, I'll take you to see her next time I have a chance."
The head of the female mercenary nodded contentedly, but did not hear the slightest perfunctory meaning.