"Brando?"

A crisp, slightly curious voice sounded downstairs, like a string of bells, falling on the ground in the darkness, reverberating clearly, with a kind of magic that penetrated people's hearts.

Brando, as if he had been struck by an arrow, stood upright, and slowly turned his body a little, moving his neck a little stiffly, his gaze sweeping over the dark hall and landing on the familiar face.

Miss Merchant's head looked up at him.

She wore a thick leather skirt that was very simple in the Buchi region, with a bulging leather bag hanging from the leather skirt, a hammer in both hands, pressed against the leather bag, thick gloves, a pair of playful round scalp shoes, long hair curled high behind her head, and a smooth and flat forehead reflecting the bright moonlight.

The pair of dark brown eyes reflected the curiosity and concern that did not change the original intention.

'Bang dang-'

The hammer slipped from Miss Merchant's hand and landed on the ground.

Brando opened his mouth.

But I can't name it.

"Outside is the army of Madara, I'll take you away, this time they can't stop us!"

"I'm taking you to make your dreams come true, and this time I'm going to make you the richest businessman in the world!"

"Come with me, Roman......"

He has a heart full of things to say—

But he couldn't say a word.

The merchant lady folded her hands on her purse and smiled shyly at him.

"I know."

"I know Brando cares about me."

"It's not just Roman, because Brando also has his own ideals, and we agreed on them."

"Do you remember the first time we went out on an adventure, and Brando fought desperately with that hateful profiteer trying to cheat us out of our money?"

"Brando, I don't know where you're going. But I'm always going to try to keep up with you. ”

"Even if everyone hates Roman and Auntie, Brando will always be on Roman's side."

"So no matter what Brando has to do, Roman will always be on Brando's side."

Brando scrambled to the railing of the cloister, clutching only the handrail, almost as if he were about to crush the piece of wood, and his knuckles turned white.

That moment. He suddenly realized how important this merchant lady, who seemed to never know how sorrowful she was.

He was destined to be a lonely traveler, a passerby who had to face the whole world alone.

However, in this world, there is a person who always snuggles up to him.

She is often confused, occasionally ignorant of the general situation, stubborn, will lose her temper, and sometimes has some strange ideas. Intelligent, wise, and gifted.

But none of this is the real her.

And only the merchant lady, who always stood behind her, followed him step by step, finally carved the deepest traces in his heart.

"Brando, don't pinch my face!"

"It hurts—"

He opened his mouth, almost suffocating in pain, but finally cried out:

"Roman. Come with me. ”

"I'll get you out of here!"

"Come with me on an adventure-!"

"Do you want to see the other side of the Black Forest? It's the most spectacular scenery in the world! Let's go together, with our caravan. Anywhere in the world! ”

The smile on the merchant's face was even worse, and she almost giggled with joy.

But in the end, he patted his little bag gently.

Holding his head high, he said to him with some pride:

"I'm leaving, Brando."

"Why?" Brando felt himself sniff.

Roman thought about it for a moment.

"Because there's still a long, long road ahead, Brando, and I'll be waiting for you in front."

"Then you wait for me-"

Brando blinked.

He said with some solemnity: "You must wait for me." Be sure to wait for me, because I'll definitely catch up. ”

Miss Merchant smiled and nodded.

"I'll wait for you, Brando."

She took a breath.

Sniffed slightly.

The heel pressed against the ground and turned around with it as the center of the circle.

She walked forward, moonlight pouring down through the door. Her long shadow was imprinted. She took three steps, stopped again, looked back at Brando, and walked out satisfied.

Brando silently watched Miss Merchant's back and disappeared from his vision.

He suddenly raised his head and pressed his hands tightly against the bridge of his nose and eyes.

Outside the door may be the mountains of Buchi.

It's just that the bright starry sky that night lies across the bright river of Songxingye, I wonder if it still exists in this dream?

He heard the sound of the mountain wind in his ears.

It is over the wilderness, over the sleeping Buch.

……

The Will of Twilight has finally broken through the Law of Tiamat, an idea of the Great Will that is setting off storms and tides in the sea of magic and descending on the world called Vaynd.

The storm projected beyond the realm of the elements resonates in the material world.

The thousand-year-old tide took shape outside the elemental barrier in a visible way, and the people above the earth saw the purple-black waves sweeping across the sky, the magic vibrating everywhere they passed, the borders of the Black Forest stirring, and the monster lair in the wilderness sprung up on its own.

But in Rusta.

In the visions of the nun princess Magdal, all she saw was that the black shadow falling from the sky hit the monster that was tearing open her chest, and the latter was wrapped in a distorted force through the spatial rift, and the moment it touched the monster, the monster exploded as if its entire body had been flattened into a piece of paper.

Countless stumps and flesh burst out in all directions, and a rain of flesh and blood fell in a hurry.

She was finally woken up by the bloody rain.

When he came back from his illusion, he realized that what he saw was not the shadow of fate reflected in the abyssal lake, but the upheaval around him.

But no sooner had she realized this than the shadow had already landed on the floor beside her with a thud, and the walnut planks burst open, and the broken sawdust fluttered like butterflies.

Magdal felt the floor slab already being pierced by the blow, and in fact the entire floor had begun to collapse, and she felt herself fall with it.

Then she heard an angry rebuke:

"Damn it!"

"Lady White Mist!" Magdal shouted in surprise with the last of his strength.

"Huh?" Bai Mist's mind was still in chaos, and the chaotic laws in the spatial rift had a big impact on her, but she could barely tell that the owner of this voice was at least someone she knew.

It's just that she doesn't have time to think about it at the moment.

Because the whole world is shaking at this moment.

The coercion of the will of dusk descended on the world one by one, and with the will of rage, the stone slabs on the streets of countless streets turned to dust in an instant.

Even Magdal felt the tremors of the outside world inexplicably, and she wanted to say something more, but at this moment she couldn't help but close her mouth.

Besides, she felt like she was about to fall to the ground.

But at this time, Bai Wu opened his mouth:

"Hold on to me, don't think too much about it when you go through the spatial rift-"

"What?"

"Don't overthink it, and thank Brando for giving you a really good thing."

The aristocratic manor where the Antobro envoys were staying turned to dust at that moment......

It's just that at this moment, few people have the leisure to care about the fate of outsiders. In the Palace of St. Contipe, crystal clusters are pouring into the White Rose Garden, and the Knights of the Flame are desperately resisting the entrance to the tunnel, but the defense line is still losing ground.

In the crystal clusters, there appeared sages and sages.

The thousand-year-old imperial capital of the entire Cruz people seemed to be experiencing a terrible earthquake, large swaths of the ceiling were falling off the top of everyone's heads, the ground was beginning to collapse, the mud and sand were falling, and some tunnel entrances were inevitably exposed, in contrast to the army of crystal clusters that would swarm in the blink of an eye.

Little Nedwin went crazy looking for his daughter, but the little princess of the Silver Elf found that she could no longer find the other after meeting the royal housekeeper for the last time.

The teleportation circle is activating for the last time.

Charles and the rest of the witches all stepped forward, only Knudale and Vala were still presiding over the spells on the periphery of the teleportation array, and after entering the Holy Realm, the latter was already able to teleport long distances without the help of the circle, so they stayed to do the final work.

As for Her Royal Highness the former princess of Eruin, Knudale is already determined to wait for Brando's return.

Métisha wanted to join her, but was persuaded by the latter.

Several people were looking solemnly at the east of Rusta.

There, a huge black sphere was suspended above half of the imperial capital, like a black hole that was spinning and devouring the ruins and gravel around it all the time, absorbing the remains of the imperial capital's large and small buildings.

This black hole appeared about the same moment that the will of dusk descended on this world, and it was suspended about a few thousand meters above the ground, like a huge black sun, which was clearly visible within a radius of dozens of miles.

"What's that?" Médisa asked, frowning at the thing.

Knudale shook her head.

"Anyway, it's not going to be a good thing, the space around is becoming unstable under the influence of that thing, and we have to teleport in advance."

"Where's Mr. Nedwin?"

"Can't wait, his safety Vala Holy See will find a way to ensure that you must go first, if the circle can't hold it, we can't take all of you."

Medisa and Charles exchanged glances, each with a worried look on their faces.

But at this time, the two of them changed their faces at the same time, and they whispered:

"Lord Lord, Lord Lord has returned to Vawend!"

…… (To be continued......)