The void faded like a tide.
The night was sinking like water, the windows were open, the curtains were dancing like ghosts, the candles went out somehow, and the moonlight poured into the house like silver trains.
"Do you believe her?" Sidney asked after a long silence.
Brando was silent: "She didn't tell lies."
But that's all, not telling lies does not mean that you have good intentions, lies do not mean sinister intentions, and there are deadly traps hidden behind the truth.
Both of them are not rookies, and they all understand this truth in their hearts.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Our plan is going to change too." Brando replied, "I'll call Charles and Modeface. Ms. Sidney, please inform the ladies."
The statue of the saint in the lion palace nodded.
Outside the window, entrenched the giant shadow of the imperial capital.
However, it is not the prosperous soil that thrives under the shadows. Since the beginning of the civil war, the prosperous aura has long since faded from this thousand-year-old city, leaving only unspoken wounds.
The people living here do not understand why the empire fought. Most of them have not even heard the name Maldos. Although there are missionaries distributing leaflets on the streets every day, they also need to attend forced worship services every week. Yes, to promote the justice and so-called history of Her Majesty the Queen.
But that is too far away.
They don't understand why they want to get involved in this vortex for an illusory goal. Are the sages wrong? How is that possible
The pride of the Queen of Flames is based on the standpoint of justice. How can they inherit the dark empire of the past
What are the qualifications
They don't understand why they are fighting each other for all this.
This is an empire's civil war, and all the blood of the Cruz people is flowing.
Every day, people die. They are the husbands of wives, children of parents, fathers of children, close relatives and friends of others.
More people have disappeared on the battlefield, and there is no news.
Some people’s relatives died at the hands of the Lions of Qiao Gen Digang and Toquinine, but the Queen did not give them the corresponding glory, instead calling them traitors.
For this reason, many people secretly thanked the prince's eldest son and the Count Lord from Eruin whom they had never met before, because the two avenged them.
Later these people were picked out by the witches and put on the gallows because they had collided with the enemy and treason.
Life is getting harder.
Many people miss the days before. This empire has inexhaustible supplies. Everyone lives well. They take pride in being an empire and don’t have to bear the pain of loss.
But now, the glory is no longer, and the supplies delivered to the imperial capital every day have to be given priority to the celebration of your majesty.
The aristocratic circle is still talking about the upcoming engagement ceremony of the countess, but at the bottom of the empire, the enthusiasm is fading day by day.
Until one day, all the voices were silent.
Only silent expression remained in the darkness.
The road is in sight.
After eight o'clock, all kinds of people began to appear on the dark and dark streets.
They wore different clothes, some were poor, some were tailors, some were candlemakers, cobblers, or butchers, and even lower-level officials and soldiers.
But the only thing in common is that they are silent.
Like a bunch of ghosts.
The two city guard soldiers on duty watched this scene, shuddering as if they had seen the legendary ghost.
"There are more people today..." one of the soldiers whispered nervously.
"Why the patrol cavalry, why no one will take care of...?"
"Don't be kidding, do they dare to control? Those soft-footed shrimps dare to bully their own people."
"But, Captain..."
"Shhh, keep it quiet, have you forgotten the gate guard?"
The soldier who opened his mouth felt a chill behind his back, and subconsciously stopped.
Of course he remembered that person, he was still a young man, not very gregarious, but the other party broke up the gathering of these people, and his body was found in the woods outside the city a week ago.
Because the murderer couldn't be traced, it was nothing in the end.
He also heard that the number of missing guards has increased. Although the news is only circulated in private, the few words and phrases that are occasionally revealed still make the low-level city guard soldiers like him feel uneasy.
"Furthermore," the captain said again, angrily: "What good is it for us to care about so much? My brother died in Anzeruta. What happened to him? Your Majesty calls them traitors. I never believe that he will betray us. , That's fine now, that damn palace manager still wants to investigate me on this ground, don't I know he just wants to arrange a place for his nephew?"
He sipped angrily.
The soldier was silent.
He wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say. Isn't the captain right? What is happening right now is the fact.
He even thought that maybe it would be better to lose this job. The atmosphere in the city is getting weird day by day. Maybe that day, he will lose his head because of it.
But if he loses his job, what should he do? Days are getting harder and harder. People are starving to death in the slums. If he doesn't have a job, what should he do to feed his family
This is like a dead knot that cannot be solved, and it is suffocating.
Why is this so.
What happened to the empire
"The empire is sick..." A man wearing a robe, hiding his head and showing his tail, passed by and looked back at them. The snake-like pupils made them shudder. The other party seemed very satisfied with the resentment in the soldier's eyes, and dropped this sentence. After speaking, I walked far away.
"Mad!" the captain cursed.
The soldiers hurriedly grabbed him.
"You don't need to pull me, I won't be as knowledgeable as this kind of person," the captain said angrily. "Don't believe what he said. Although the days are very fucking, these guys who hide their heads and show their tails are even less credible."
The soldier silently looked at the direction the man was leaving.
Is the empire really sick
But if the empire is not sick, how could everything become like this.
"Seti!"
The candlemaker's daughter heard someone whispering her name in the crowd, turned her head, and saw the figure of Arce. He was a handsome young man and she loved her.
"Al!"
Seti recovered from her myth. She wanted to ask Al if the empire was really sick, or why her brother would die in the south.
Why should there be war
But she understood that Al didn't like to discuss this with herself, he actually hated those believers, but he hated all of it even more.
"The ceremony is about to begin." Al beckoned to her: "Here."
Seti nodded quickly and squeezed away from the crowd and followed.
…
"Today... we are here... will end..."
"all of these… "
The sound of shouting came intermittently.
The crowd gathered more and more, some guys in black robes were speaking impassionedly, and the commotion rippled along the crowd like ripples on the water.
Brando and his group crossed the street, watching all this in silence.
Five of them, Charles, Brando, Modefice and Andriguez, and finally followed Faina, all wearing long capes and hoods, they looked like they were speaking in the field. Those of you have the same skills.
In fact, they have been mistaken for those people many times along the way, and the citizens around them are respectful of them, which is an unexpected coincidence.
"This is the capital of the empire. It's great," Charles exclaimed. "It's really well-deserved. Those guys really have a set of methods to inspire people. It's about to catch up with my charm magic."
"It wasn't like this before..." Faina's face was not very good. Although she was born in Mehhothoven, she learned and grew up in this city. The proud city of this empire has become like this now, and she also feels like this in her heart. Uncomfortable.
"I'm afraid something will happen." Charles couldn't help but shook his head.
Brando also had a vague feeling in his heart, but he was a little strange why the city guards and patrol cavalry were indifferent, could it be said that the Silver Queen could not even control her own eyes
Didn't she have a witch to serve her
"kill him… "
"The queen's running dog!"
A loud noise came from the front of the street.
Brando and the others were taken aback for a while, but found that the crowd in front of them had already gathered together. There seemed to be people in the middle, and they were being punched and kicked by the people around them.
"Charre, separate them."
"My lord, we don't need to be extravagant."
"They are in the way that we must pass." Brando replied grimly.
Charles shrugged and stretched out his five fingers forward to recite a mantra. An invisible force spread around his palm, causing the citizens to separate left and right involuntarily.
The two people surrounded by the center came out and looked at their costumes. They should be patrolling cavalry.
One of them is in good condition, while the other is lying on the ground, dying.
The red-eyed citizens wanted to surround themselves again after being separated by the Shire, but stopped involuntarily when they found Brando's group.
"By the way, who chose this outfit," Charles couldn't help but admire: "It's really unexpectedly correct."
"You didn't say that this robe doesn't look like a good person at first."
"Ah," Charles said suddenly, "Lord Lord, this turned out to be your creativity."
Brando didn't bother to pay attention to him. He came to the identity of the two. The injured inspection knight struggled to stand up and shouted at them:
"You damn cultists, I don't need your mercy, you killed the Shire, you have the ability to kill me!"
"Puff," Faina couldn't help laughing, even though she was unconscious.
"This unlucky one has the same name as you." Brando also teased.
"Close your crow's mouth—" Charles felt embarrassed, and said angrily to the knight: "Your friend is not dead yet."
"What did you say?"
"I said your friend still has a breath," Charles said in a huff: "If you don't want him to die, just take him and get a doctor!"
The knight's face changed, and he no longer scolded Brando and the others. Although he glanced at Shire with some doubts, he still chose to believe the other party's words, and quickly picked up his companion and limped away. .
Brando looked at the backs of these two people, then looked at the puzzled eyes around them, as well as the faces of those who were distorted by hatred, and couldn't help but shook his head.
Faina was right, the imperial capital was not originally like this, he had been here before, in another world.
At that time, this was the land of prosperity. Although it was drunk and fancied, it was not so lifeless now.
What brought all this
Suddenly he felt a little gloomy.
"Charles, why do you say we are fighting?"
"Naturally it was fighting for Eru." Charles replied naturally: "What's wrong with this?"
"The Silver Queen also has her own ideas," Brando replied. "What she did may not be wrong, but what?"
"It turns out that what she did was wrong," Charles replied. "Isn't everything in front of me the best proof?"
"However, when we fought for Eru, we also brought war to Eruin," Brando asked, looking back at the subordinate who followed him first, "We have never lacked arms or legs in a war. But some people lost everything in the war. For them, is everything we did right?"
"Well..."
"This question is really ridiculous," Andriguez couldn't help but interject at this time, she sneered at Brando very disdainfully: "Someone has a knife on your neck, you still have time to discuss war with him. Is it right or wrong?"
"There is only victory or defeat."
The war for resistance and survival is indeed just.
However, the destruction of Eruin may be a historical inevitability, but I chose this way and did not hesitate to make many people pay for it.
Do everything you do really hold up
Brando couldn't help but echo the questioning voice repeatedly in his heart.
"Brando," Faina said at this time: "This question has the best answer right now."
Brando looked at the eldest lady in confusion.
"Look at these people and you will understand, what you have done, what has been brought to the people who benefited from it, and what has been done by the queen has brought them?" Faina replied, "It is clear at a glance. ."
"The teacher once taught me that the advancement of history and the advancement of civilization is for the pursuit of happiness."
"In order to protect everything like this, people never hesitate to sacrifice."
Brando suddenly felt something in his heart.
This may be the true meaning of Jin Yan Zhi Dao.
The original intention of the struggle is not to kill and hate, but to chase and protect better things.
Fir collar, Tonigel, and Eruin—
Is he confident to make this country a better place
Yes.
He is confident.
In that case, you can move forward.
At that moment, Brando suddenly showed a double image before his eyes, and he suddenly saw the scene he had seen in Valhalla.
In the light, Martha touched his shoulder with a hand, pointed to his forehead, and said to him:
"I will give you wings made of light, so that's why I can call you the king."
"One day, I will be glorified because of you."
This is glory—
He raised his head, the faith in the sword of flame was completely clear in his heart.
"Let's go," Brando replied, "The front is Hanlu Manor."
"Let's go and meet the Queen—"