Akane often dreams of this fragmented dream lately. Inside the tall and empty Gothic temple, the broken arches and pillars are like craggy bones emerging in the dark, and the huge rose window hangs above her head in the soft lead strip| When the sun shines in, it becomes the color of amethyst and sapphire blending, forming a dark and mysterious glow, which penetrates into the darkness.
She was fixed on the icy altar, her hands and feet were tightly tied, and a strange-shaped dagger was stuck in her chest, still bleeding. The power of life gradually passed away, and the people in the empty temple were faint, but no matter how she screamed in panic, people ignored her.
There was only one woman chattering beside her, and the other person was shrouded in a heavy shadow, making it impossible for her to see her face, nor to hear what she said.
After a while, the woman suddenly stepped forward, and Akane's eyes widened.
She screamed, only to realize that she had sat up on the bed in a cold sweat. The strange scenes all around had disappeared. The carved bedposts and veil curtains were quietly blending into the darkness, not far away on the maple desk. A crystal ornament exudes a faint light—here is still her sleeping room, and the moonlight through the window gently dilutes the darkness.
The ponytail had long since dispersed, strands of fiery red hair stuck to his cheeks, the quilt was soaked with sweat, and it was cold.
Qian stayed for a moment, hugged herself helplessly, shivering.
"You have a nightmare again." Ovena appeared in a human form and asked with concern.
"..."
"Or the dream?"
Akane nodded.
"It's hard for you, it must have made you breathless in recent days."
"That dream..."
Ovena shook her head slightly, leaned down to open Akane’s arms, and stared at her eyes comfortingly: “Witches think dreams are mirrors that reflect reality, so there is a saying that dreams and reality are just the opposite. This dream shows that your lord must come soon to save you."
Akane raised her head, her eyes full of onyx-clear inquiries, as if she was asking: Really
Owina couldn't help but smile, stretched out her hand and scratched her nose: "Of course it's true, have I lied to you?"
Akane looked at her suspiciously.
Ovena blushed rarely, and sighed: "Okay, let's not talk about the cake that lied to you last time. It was just an accident. Why do you, a little human girl, hold such grudges."
"Because... is important." Akane said in a very small voice.
"This matter is very important to you, I understand, but do you still believe your lord?"
Akane nodded without hesitation.
Owina couldn't help being stunned when she saw her like this. "What a lucky guy." She sighed impenetrably.
"Since you are sure that your lord will come to rescue you, what else do you have to worry about?"
"I'm worried... Lord Lord."
"Stupid boy," Owina felt softly and patted her shoulder: "At this time, I'm still worried about others. Don't worry, that guy will be fine."
As if accepting Ovena's comfort, Qian finally calmed down.
"Owina, what time is it now?" she asked, feeling dizzy and dizzy in her heart that she had been asleep for a long time.
"Come on," Owina replied, "It's dawn, Akane."
…
The carriage creaked and shook, and on both sides of the canopy, the autumn scenery of Bankel’s countryside unceasingly retreated. The dazzling golden color drenched the endless land. The horizon was dotted with farmhouses and windmills. Cirrus clouds piled up to form mountains and rivers. The shape, the wind pushes it slowly. The tall Cruz poplar leaves on both sides of the road rustled with it, and the sun shot into the branches of the trees, a full of autumn.
But everyone in the carriage was not in the mood to appreciate this rare beauty.
This second-hand wagon inevitably swayed from side to side when it was moving, as if it would be broken at any time. The hood was dark and dim, and dots of light came in through the holes in the hood and fell on the faces of Brando and others with different looks.
"Who bought this carriage...?"
Faina turned pale, and finally asked the question unbearably. Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help covering her mouth, her chest tumbling, rolling her eyes and almost vomiting it out again. But there was only sour water left in my stomach. I vomited up all my breakfast along the way, including the red wine stew and trout that I ate last night.
The others are slightly better, but looking at the appearance of this eldest lady, I can't help but feel a little bit sad.
"Hippamilla..." Brando's face is also a bit ugly. Although his physique is far superior to ordinary people, the carriage is a bit too much. The key is that he has at least seen three rivets jumping happily from the pillars of the canopy so far. When it came down, the entire carriage dinged ding dong dong dong as if it had been possessed, and only the heavens knew when it would fall apart the next moment.
There is still a long way to go to Rushta, the capital of the empire. Without the carriage, they would have to walk for at least a whole day, but now the sun is past noon, and the nearest hotel is still more than 20 miles away. Outside.
"sorry… "
The priestess looked very embarrassed under all eyes, and replied helplessly: "Because... It's cheap, the goddess... My lord taught us..."
"Thriftiness is a good thing," Brando couldn't help sighing: "But you are being fooled, what kind of used car is this? This car is about to be scrapped! There are also those two horses, Martha is here Come on, I can't bear to let them continue to pull the cart. If there is an animal protection association... Okay, I mean druids, if you want to be seen by those guys, I'm afraid the trouble will come."
"What is there to worry about a bunch of guys playing turf," Andrrig replied dismissively: "If they dare to come, I dare to kill."
Brando glared at her. The strength of the vampire siblings had only just returned to the state where the elements were manifested, and they didn't know where the breath came from.
"sorry."
Hippamilla apologized very sincerely.
But not everyone is frowning, at least beside the vampire princess, Mordefense's attention is completely focused on the bunches of sunlight passing through the holes in the hood, and the light spots fall on the tip of his clean nose. Above, it looks like a faint freckles. The vampire boy, who is more beautiful than a girl, is attentively counting how many holes there are in the car hood.
On one side, Brando saw Roman who was secretly smiling very happily.
It was about noticing Brando's frowning eyes that the merchant lady replied with a guilty conscience and breathlessness: "Yeah, yeah... Brando, if you let me come out sooner... Yeah. Hey... it's not that troublesome... Ouch, my stomach, hahahaha, this car is actually super interesting, isn't it?"
"Ouch!" Before she could finish her words, Brando squeezed her face.
Brando frowned and looked at the gloating guy. This guy ran off the boat secretly. It didn't matter if she didn't find her to settle the account. At this moment, he dared to hit the muzzle of the gun.
"It hurts, it hurts," Romain tilted his body, so tears were falling: "Bo... Brando, I was wrong!"
"What's wrong?"
"You shouldn't say something super interesting when you're serious. As a businessman, you should have the least ability to watch your words and behaviors—oooo! Yes...should not disembark secretly."
Brando couldn't help but glared at her coldly before letting go, although in his heart he knew the simplicity of the other party's heart-even if he wanted to stay with him despite the danger. He was moved in his heart, but this kind of unorganized and disciplined behavior is too lawless—and it's not the first time, and it hasn't changed after repeated teachings.
After getting out of the clutches, Roman quickly shrank like a frightened rabbit behind Medissa, frowning and staring at him with a very unhappy expression.
Metisha smiled helplessly: "Lord Lord, don't worry, this carriage Mr. Charles uses magic to maintain it, and it will not be a problem to support it to the suburbs of Rustha. Miss Roman is asked by Ms. Misriel to keep her. Coming down, I'm not entirely to blame this time."
Brando frowned. Ms. Yinlong finally left the team two days ago. Before that, she proposed to let Roman stay, but he did not agree. Because it was said that it was a person who really knew how to pretend to be a caravan, but he knew that this disguise was not really to deceive the Silver Queen, but to save a bit of trouble on the road. Besides, Delphine also ran the business of the Niedervan family. , Can be said to be quite knowledgeable.
But he always felt that Misriel had other profound meanings, otherwise she wouldn't have laughed at this question and would not answer.
Now that I think about it, this Ms. Yinlong might have known that Roman secretly used witchcraft to hide in the convoy, and she might have played a leading role.
Brando couldn't figure out why the other party did this.
"But now it seems that at least some of Ms. Misriel's suggestions are very reasonable." Charles suddenly smiled and relieved the merchant lady.
Opposite him, the imperial prime minister's daughter Delphine blushed without a trace, but did not refute, but turned away silently. She has managed the family's business activities, but in fact she is only responsible for formulating the general direction and determining the strategic intentions. As for the following complicated matters, she can be assisted by someone who can help her complete it.
A few days ago, she vowed to tell Brando that she was completely qualified for this position, but in fact
As a result, in the prosperous market of Eleven Leaf City, Delphine found herself at a loss as to how to buy a second-hand carriage. She knew that the price of bulk goods in the lofty Inland Sea area this autumn and summer, and how to buy a second-hand carriage. The future direction is to know every cumbersome detail in every link of the charcoal in Cloak Bay from firing, storage, transportation to sales, know when to store what goods, and know how to deal with the most powerful merchants in the empire.
But she didn't know how to bargain with a scrawny second-hand dealer who looked a bit like a monkey.
In fact, she offended the other party cleanly with two words. In the end, Hippamira bit her head and bought a'second-hand carriage' back at a huge price.
This is the classic car right now—
Faina was still lying on the edge of the hood and gagging. The inside of the hood was caught in an awkward situation. Brando shook her head. Who can blame this? Hippamira has done well enough. Before she became a card and was summoned, she was originally a young girl who hadn't been involved in the world. Most of the priests of the goddess of the earth were pure-hearted ascetic monks, and she was probably before that. Never left the temple at all.
He lowered his head and returned his attention to the metal shards in his hand.
These fragments were originally part of the Flame Blade. In these days, with the help of Sidney, he has gradually felt their echoes with the Soul of Odyssey in his body, seeming to reactivate the Flame Blade. As the other party said-it's just a matter of time. However, as the soul of Odyssey gradually awakened, there was one thing that made him feel a little strange.
As he awakened the soul of Odyssey, he felt that he often touched two other laws in the realm of elements: one kind of scorching heat, like a rushing fire; one kind of deep despair, like the darkness of an abyss.
He doesn't know if this is an illusion, but these two laws are quietly enhancing the power and realm of his main law, but in a mere two weeks, he feels that he has faintly touched the true meaning of the side of truth— This is in fact the performance of a realm at its peak. This fact scared him a lot. In his memory, the elemental realm can only be improved in a gradual manner. In the game, experience at this level will be transformed into the power of order, and if you want to upgrade the level Can only do tasks non-stop, so as to find opportunities for advancement.
For the aborigines, it’s even more sad. They can usually only improve their realm through the law of perception. It is common for Veronica and Mephistopheles to be stuck in the same realm for decades. .
At least Brando has never heard of any external force that can help improve the realm of the element.
He wasn't sure if this was an illusion, or the reason that his other half of Sophie's soul was different from this world, so he didn't dared to tell Sidney the secret for a while, he could only wait time to prove everything.