In Brando's vision, many fragments of colorful brilliance began to appear in the darkness. It is like a fragment of glass scattered in the darkness and reflected, and it is like a mirror, in which different scenes are reflected. Some of these scenes were experienced by him, others were foreign to him, and they kept emerging and disappearing with fragments of flashwork.

Until a solid door of light appeared in front of him.

It was a larger fragment, but it had the shape of a glowing door, and Brando looked inside the door, which glowed as if it were another world:

It was a courtyard somewhere drunk in the drunken breeze, carved beams and carved columns, flowers, soft singing, ivory-white carved corridor columns hidden in the shade, the picture exuded a faint light, like a picture of the passage of time, as if the eternal spring was still in a dream.

Brando saw a column of guards in armor, with shining silver scales, holding halberds, a silver sentry helmet with a top of the top, staggering from each other, pointed ears showing behind the shiny silver visor, and long silver hair falling down the back armor like tassels.

At this time, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear: "Why do you always like to peep into other people's inner world, could it be that the king of prophecy is a person like you?" ”

It was a woman's voice, a little sandy, low and calm, reminiscent of the moonshine of elves, long-lasting and mellow, intoxicating.

Brando was slightly stunned, trying to look left and right before realizing that he couldn't move. But the long darkness sharpened his other senses, and his memories and associations became richer, and the voice echoed in his mind for a moment, and he recognized its impossible master—a man who should have died long ago.

"White?" He couldn't make a sound, but the question popped into his head automatically.

"Is this your memory?"

"Aren't you dead, or am I hallucinating?"

"It's your hallucination. This is hell, you're dead, so we can see each other again. Shiro's voice was still in the mood to joke.

"Looks like you're not dead."

"I'm not dead, you're lucky to wake up so quickly; I shouldn't have reminded you, because it had nothing to do with me anyway. ”

“…… What do you mean. ”

"For if you had said that you were the one chosen by Martha. You didn't have to hurt me so badly, you're a complete idiot. And I didn't expect the Chosen One to be so useless as you, that you almost died in the trial, and almost caused me to be buried with you—"

"You saved me?"

Brando didn't bother to ask why the other party was still alive, and now he could probably guess a few points.

This woman's mastery of the soul element is quite high-level, so she can peel off her soul and preserve it and lurk in him; This method of storing zài is similar to that of St. Ossol who left his soul in the ordination after the wind, except that the former never asked for his consent.

"If it weren't for me, I wouldn't have been able to save you. But it was I who woke you up. ”

"You woke me up?"

Brando gradually regained his old memories, remembering the crumbling glaciers and rocks that Tarzan had poured down on him, and the events that had happened before he lost consciousness.

"Remembered?" Seeing that Brando was silent, Bai asked.

"I remember."

"But why am I here?"

"So you're lucky, you're not dead, and this is a very peculiar place, I have a mention, we can cooperate-"

Brando was silent. He didn't believe the woman. Although the black knights of Madara have no bad deeds in history, the other party is an enemy after all.

But Shiro seemed to guess his thoughts. said: "You don't believe it? It's okay, I've got my own way of getting you to be convinced. ”

"What's the solution?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you the content of your cooperation first: I can tell you that there is something here, I have to get it, you help me, and I will borrow your angel heart bottle for use. In return. I'll tell you something. ”

"Why do you need my help?" Brando asked rhetorically.

Shiro didn't answer.

"So you can't move freely, right? Where is your soul hidden? But he had already got the answer.

"So I hate your cleverness at times like these, and it was the same back then."

Brando smiled.

"I lodged in your spirit world, and I hid it carefully, so you haven't found me." I know that I can't hide it anymore. Shiro's voice replied hatefully.

"You really dare to sue me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Although Brando had already guessed, he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard the other party say this.

In everyone's spiritual world, everyone is their own master, and dreams are only a part of everyone's will, but in it, he can also take what he wants, life and death, not to mention that the thinking world of the traveling mage is self-contained, and it is completely an independent world controlled by the traveling mage, if he had known that this black knight was hidden in it, he only needed one thought to make her disappear.

Shiro didn't explain, in fact she knew that she would have to face such a danger if she stood up, but she had to show up. "I'm Metissa's sister." She said in a deep voice.

"You have said so before," replied Brando, in a deep voice, "but you are the undead, a shepherd, or one of the twelve patriarchs. ”

"Andesa too, you didn't kill her?"

"That's because of Lady White Mist's orders, I don't trust you at all, you should understand that." Brando replied that he wasn't talking about a threat, and that he didn't really want to make any deal with the cultists because of the bad impressions he had in the game in the past.

Although the Black Knight lady does not have much of a record of backsliding in history, she is ruthless and untrustworthy.

Bai Xin hesitated a little, and she began to worry about whether her choice was correct, because she knew that her fate was in the hands of the other party, and she only needed to move a thought to make her irreversible.

She was really afraid that Brando was a person who hated cultists.

“…… There's a reason I joined the Shepherds. ”

Brando was slightly stunned: "What?" ”

"I can't say more, I can only tell you this, I'm not the same as those you imagined. I don't care about other people's lives or deaths, but I believe that you are not so righteous and awe-inspiring," Bai's voice replied word by word: "This is all I want to say, other than that, there is not one more word, if you want to kill me, then please feel free-"

"That's how you got me to be trusted?" Brando didn't answer her question, but just asked rhetorically.

"Not all, but it's okay, I even have my life in your hands, so what do you have to worry about." Bai's voice replied very calmly, and this calmness made Brando slightly impressed by this woman.

No wonder the other party was able to become one of the famous Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

"So what did you want to use to convince me?" He asked again.

"You don't want to know what this place is? I can sue you, I can help you get out of here, you don't understand what this means to you, you will get unimaginable benefits, and I just need to get back what I want, it won't help you. ”

"Not necessarily, maybe what you want is an artifact? Intelligence merchants don't make that much, after all, it's adventurers and mercenaries who bleed, don't they? Besides, I can't guarantee that what you're saying will be true. ”

"I don't care to deliberately deceive anyone, you don't have the qualifications, and there is nothing to hesitate about for you, you have the right to regret at any time." Bai replied lightly.

"What?" Brando was surprised: "I don't quite understand what you mean now, Miss Tiamas. ”

"I've made it very clear, the initiative is in your hands, you can choose to trust me or choose not to believe me, you can go back at any time, because I have to help me get that thing. My cooperation with you is based on your credibility, but I bet that you will not deceive me as a weak woman, and will fulfill this agreement-"

She paused for a moment, "So, can I trust you now, Mr. Brando?" ”

Brando kept silent, he had never experienced such generous conditions, if it was really according to what the other party said, even if he got the thing at that time, but he didn't give it to her, and even after the other party completed the agreement, whether he wanted to kill her or not, in fact, it was just in his own thoughts.

Of course, Brando knew that he was not so bottomless, but Shiro didn't know this - not to mention that if the other party asked for a very important artifact or holy artifact, he would never hand it over because of this agreement.

As he said before, intelligence traffickers always make a small amount of money, because they are never the ones who risk their lives.

He might have made up for it a little, but whether it was her own business or not.

But even so, the other party still insisted on choosing this way, which required not only atmosphere, but also showed the extreme conceit of this woman.

She clearly had no doubts about her own judgment and choice.

But what made Brando couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly was that she could see it quite accurately.

"Only half of the trust," but he did not show any thought in his tone, and only replied, "If you are not lying, we can take it one step at a time." ”

"It's really superfluous caution." Bai said disdainfully.

This is indeed superfluous caution, and Brando can't think of a reason for the other party to deceive, but it is always good to be cautious at such times.

He was noncommittal about Bai's disdain.

"Anyway, the initiative is up to me, and it won't be worse for you, will it?" He replied.

…… (To be continued......)