A few days ago, the mission that had come out of the Anya Line passed by Bran, who was hiding in the shadows. Although he knew that this team would die for the rest of his life, he still chose to sit on the sidelines.

Bran has always believed that people are afraid of being forced and horses are afraid of riding. As long as there is no support, there will always be a way out in order to survive. Isn't that what survival is? Like a wild beast running on the grassland, the weeds on the ground are struggling under the guidance of fate. If you can't get by, it's also providential.

At this time, he and Huahua squatted in front of the ant nest on the side of the road, watching them busy, occasionally reaching out to play with them. Although it is located on the main road leading to the capital of Anyah, there are not many cars and horses coming and going. After all, this place is still far from the royal capital, and there are only a few people who can afford to go far in this era.

The reason for the stop was because of a monster in the ant colony. A very interesting worker ant has a strength far beyond other individuals, but it can cooperate with other ants. They had just finished a good battle, and at this time they were dragging the fruit of victory, a giant green worm, step by step towards the nest. Bran is somewhat fascinated by its behavior, and it feels very similar to himself, subject to the social nature of people and unable to detach himself. Knowing that he was just a passerby, knowing that the warmth and care had nothing to do with him, he was still reluctant.

After leaving Wings, Bran suddenly lost his bearings. Trapped in Northland for more than a year, he was a little tired of it. In the hesitation of whether to return or not, a compromise was chosen - a detour. After all, there is still Dani in Northland, and that log, and other people and things to worry about.

A carriage, accompanied by a knight, passed by him and stopped not far away. One of the knights turned back and raised his voice and asked, "What about your family?"

Bran didn't answer, just waved his hand and tried to get the nosy guy to walk away. His reaction confused the knight, so he jumped off his horse and circled around Bran, trying to figure out what the boy was doing.

With a sigh, Bran picked up Blossom and got up to leave. The knight didn't dwell on it again, and from the young man's reaction and temperament, he knew that he was troubled.

But not everyone knew how to advance or retreat, and the carriage started slowly with Bran as he passed. Bran didn't want anyone to disturb his peace, so he stopped and motioned for the other to go first.

But the other party obviously didn't want to let him go, and a woman's voice came from the car, "Little friend, you'd better go with us." The road is now very unsafe and there is a large number of routs. ”

"Thanks, no. ”

The blunt refusal seemed to annoy the other party, and the other party's tone became tougher, "As knights, we can't let you be in danger. ”

"The knight in the car?" said Bran, with a bit of a teasing.

The woman was obviously choked, and a middle-aged man spoke up to ease the atmosphere, "I take the liberty of asking, where are you going?"

"The royal capital. ”

"We just dropped by. If you don't mind, you can go to the car and talk about each other's travels. The man in the car tactfully extended the invitation.

Bran refused again, "Thanks, I'm not used to being too close to strangers. ”

The man in the car couldn't help but laugh, completely taking Bran for a stubborn child. He peeked out of the cart and motioned to the spare horses behind the cart, "You can choose one." ”

This time, Bran didn't refuse, and chose a nearby horse to jump on. The woman in the carriage muttered quietly, "Rude little brat." ”

Moments later, as if bored, the woman got out of the car, jumped on her horse and approached Bran. At first, he was speechless, "What are you doing in the royal capital?"

"I've heard that most of the Hellknights live there. ”

"You want to join the mighty Hellknight?" The woman puffed up with speculation and smugness, as if to let Bran know that she was one of them.

Unfortunately, Bran ignored her pride, and instead teased and whispered a fact: "Compared to the warriors of the Northlands and the dragoons on the islands, you are not strong. In terms of the average strength of the individuals, you should be the weakest. ”

"Nonsense!" the woman's voice was a little sharp, "what do you know about a little kid, as a person from the Anya Kingdom, how can you speak for outsiders?"

Bran still didn't hesitate to say another fact, "I'm from the Northlands. ”

The remark caused the woman to laugh, but the laughter faded into Bran's silence. She began to look at Bran suspiciously, but the face hidden under the hood seemed to turn into a fog that was impossible to see.

That's when she noticed that Bran had a weird accent. Vigilant gradually rose, and asked with a very uncertain wariness, "Really?"

Bran nodded, and continued to say to himself, "What do you guess is the most interesting of the three?"

The woman subconsciously asked, "What?"

"All three of us are likely to be of the same origin. There are some differences in language and writing, but there are still many things in common. And the Northlands and Dragoons' settlements are all about magic, and I just need to confirm that your settlements are the same. ”

The woman blinked, revealing a pure and innocent idiot look.

Then there was a question in the carriage, "And then? I mean if you make a discovery." ”

Bran laughed twice, "If the three are really of the same origin, then how did we end up here, and where did we start to split? There are many questions to guess and try to find answers. ”

"You're a lot like a scholar. ”

"Scholars have said that, but I don't belong to them. ”

The woman seemed to be relieved, "Boring, these questions don't make us strong. ”

"No, maybe it will make us stronger. If the ancestors were stronger than us, then have you ever wondered why?"

"Why?" the woman's eyes lit up as she stared at Bran with curiosity.

"Oh, secret ......"

Bran has many conjectures to confirm, and the culture of this continent seems to have been heavily influenced by the Kingdom of Anyah. Or rather, heavily influenced by the Knight of Hell. When he studied with Sean in the castle, those cognate words made him a little baffled. At one point, he thought it was the outside culture that had eroded the Northlands, until he got an answer from the elves.

The Northlanders hide in the wasteland and are isolated, the dragoons hide in the archipelago and cannot penetrate deep into the interior, and only the Knights of Hell have established the kingdom of Anya and have had a profound impact on the continent.

From a fair point of view, the economy and culture of the Anya Kingdom are much more developed than those of the Northland. If it weren't for the invasion of the demons, maybe the Anya Kingdom would have been able to achieve even more.

And then there's the scholars, and the city of wisdom, and if they have a connection with the three tribes, if he has the chance, he will go into the city of wisdom to find the oldest source materials there, and look at the text used to record it, and maybe he will be able to get clues.