Waking up from his grandfather's dream, Brando opened his eyes and felt a chill on his forehead. He looked at the drowsy sky and couldn't help but let out a long breath. There are ways to break free from the cage of will by relying on equipment and skills that instantly increase will, such as his indomitable talent.

But he felt that this was not the best solution to the problem.

Regardless, he fused Brando's memories with another part of his soul. He is not simply one of the two, but the unified soul whole represented by Sophie and Brando, and if he can't look directly at Brando's weakness, one day he won't be able to look directly at his own weakness.

Only by knowing ourselves correctly can we fully accept the past.

This kind of growth is not even just spiritual.

Brando's identification with his past alone has made him gain immensely. He didn't expect that Brando's swordsmanship had been trained by his grandfather, and that these memories had been sealed by Brando's subconscious with a self-abandoning mentality—it wasn't until this moment that the memories of practicing swordsmanship as a child finally revived and merged into his soul.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Brando had sealed the swordsmanship taught him by his grandfather because he subconsciously thought he was not qualified to use it. But even so, the swordsmanship talent that has infiltrated the bones of young people since childhood is still the same, making him the well-deserved head of swordsmanship in the Anzeke militia regiment.

Our protagonist couldn't help but open the attribute list and take a look, only to see that it had become: Militia [Military Swordsmanship (Level 3+1), Fighting Skills (Level 3), Tactical Theory (Level 0), Military Organization (Level 0)]

The training skills cannot exceed the professional level, but the reward skill level obtained by the equipment and tasks is not counted, and the level 4 swordsmanship is already the level of an ordinary person who has practiced swords for thirty or forty years, and it is definitely inappropriate to appear in a ten-year-old young man.

However, Brando felt that as long as he fully absorbed the essence of swordsmanship taught by his grandfather, he would have no problem with military swordsmanship being able to gain another 30% experience at level 4. And when he thought of the old man's swordsmanship, he felt a chill, it was at least the Eruin military swordsmanship after level 10, and Brando's grandfather was really a legend.

He sat up from the ground with mixed thoughts, and couldn't help but look into the middle of the valley. The hazy feeling that permeated from the Golden Demon Tree dissipated somewhat, indicating that the power of the dream was waning. He looked back at Freya and Roman, whose eyes were closed and occasionally frowned.

Miss Merchant's face was pale, but her expression was calm.

Fortunately, the situation was not as bad as he imagined, and the next thing was to inject faith, as long as the golden magic tree of a qiēshun lì was not so difficult to fight. He crawled up to Freya's side, pressed his finger to the other person's eyebrows, hesitated in his heart, and chose 'confidence'.

The Golden Magic Tree uses negative emotions to induce people to fall into a trap of their own construction, and the player has to respond with positive feelings. Brando looked at Freya's usual appearance, believing that the stubbornness and persistence on the surface were more a layer of protection for inner weakness, and he hoped that the future Valkyrie would be more confident - only self-confidence can make people mature.

However, he couldn't help but think that they really didn't have any defense against him, and it was very easy for him to take advantage of him in this state. He couldn't help but glance at Freya and Roman who were sleeping, especially the latter's smooth forehead, which made him can't help but have a delusion of wanting to kiss Fang Ze out of thin air.

Brando's heart was pounding, and he hurried to gather his thoughts. Although he likes Miss Merchant, he is not a shameless person. He rubbed his forehead, his mind cluttered with strange thoughts.

He couldn't help but think about his dream again.

After leaving the dream, his state of mind was completely different, and the feeling of gaining and losing made him more mature. He knew that he would not look back, and that the meaning of time was that after the repetition of generation after generation, everyone had to go their own way alone.

He was the same.

After understanding Brando's pursuit, he also has to plan for his future path. Only he knew that the War of the Black Roses would end soon, and that the war would only last in the game from the end of May to the end of July, and the nobles would not want to get involved in a war at all.

This coincides with Madara's idea, foreign invasion is the external appearance of the country's internal upheaval, but Madala does not want to irritate the entire camp of light, so retreat is inevitable. Since neither side on the battlefield is willing to fight for a long time, negotiating peace is a sure thing. But it was more of a farce, and Brando knew that the Eruin he was willing to fight for was not the Eruin he was now.

He was waiting for Princess Regent to ascend the throne.

Of course, he can't do nothing. He thought that after the war was over, the royal family would definitely honor some people, on the one hand, to establish heroes, and on the other hand, to appease people's hearts, maybe there would be a recommended place for the Basta Royal Cavalry Academy as in history. Brando wasn't interested in the spot, though, and to be honest, he wasn't interested in getting into Eruin's old system, but it would be a good idea to let Freya go on her studies.

And how is he going to do it? Brando couldn't help but think that what was in front of him was the beginning of a troubled era, a person's power was limited after all, he needed a territory, and he needed to gather some people to support his ideals. He knew that with his familiarity with history and the world, he would be able to grow his territory quickly, but where did he start?

Take Eruin's internal system? Not to mention that there is no time to come, he is not willing to get involved in the war too early, and he must keep a low profile so as not to be detected by those really powerful forces.

As for occupying the mountain as king, there is no need to think about it, the reason is the same as above. The other route is to take the path of the pioneers, there are pioneers in the game, and there are also in reality. In this dark world, not all territories are under the control of the nobility, and there are many uncultivated virgin lands on the borders of the kingdom, where civilization meets the wilderness. Eruin had a decree from the time of the Ain dynasty that anyone who discovered a new territory could take possession of it legally, and grant titles according to the size of the kingdom.

These titles were not hereditary, and most of the land would be reclaimed by the royal family and the temple after three generations, but those who were willing to seek a chance to get ahead on this path were still in high demand. There was no difference between desperate gamblers, adventurers, mercenaries, unscrupulous merchants, and even Templars and clergy from all their backgrounds.

When it comes to such virgin land, Brando can't help but get excited, he knows that there are many on the border of Eruin, although the size is different, but at least it is also a choice. But when it came to the actual selection, our protagonist couldn't help but be a little undecided.

He didn't have a great need for development advantages and geographical location, the key was to be hidden, and it was best to start from the few territories that had 'ruins' in the future. After all, he is alone with neither manpower nor supplies, and the ruins of the city in the game can save a lot of effort.

He thought about it for a moment, and finally remembered a place. The place was known as the most legendary territory in the game, only to be destroyed by his enemies due to the owner's mistake, but the forum has been talking about it for a long time.

He remembered seeing countless times people say, "If 'Valhalla' was still there, it must have been a different story."

Brando couldn't help but get excited at the thought of this, and he hadn't thought of it himself. If that legendary realm hadn't been destroyed, its final development would have been beyond everyone's expectations. I didn't expect this daydream to come true in his hands.

He was there in a delusional state, but suddenly he felt the person in his hand move slightly. Then Freya opened her eyes, and she saw Brando put a hand on her forehead, and at first she was slightly startled. But then the confusion in the future Valkyrie's eyes faded like a tide, and she suddenly came to her senses, her whole body shrank back, and she looked at Brando with a red face.

Even if she didn't speak, Brando could see what was clearly written on her face: Shameless, what are you doing!

He shook his head and was about to explain, but Freya seemed to react first. As if she suddenly remembered something, her cheeks deepened: "I'm sorry, I ......"

"It's okay, alright, go and give Roman an alarm clock and tell her that it's time to get up." Brando replied with a pretended lightheartedness.

"Alarm clock?"

Brando coughed, realizing he had lost his mouth. Only then did he explain in detail the origin and function of injecting faith, but he thought it should be a very simple thing, but he didn't expect Freya's face to change after hearing it.

"Y-Why don't you give Roman a first-time use?" She nervously stood up and asked.

Kindness? Brando was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that no matter how you look at it, you are psychologically fragile, Miss Valkyrie. But before he could finish his thoughts, Freya had already hurried over and picked up Roman from the ground.

The merchant lady was still pale and calm. But Brando was surprised to find that when Freya helped the limp merchant to her feet, two lines of tears slipped down her eyelashes.

"What's going on!" He couldn't imagine Roman crying.

"I'll tell you later." Freya took a deep breath and put a hand on Roman's forehead, but there was no response. She was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "You turn your head around!" ”

"What for?"

"Turn around, faster, don't look!"

Brando was stunned for a moment, but immediately nodded. However, his curiosity was not much worse than that of the sober merchant lady, and after a while, he could not help but glance behind him with his eyes. He immediately saw Freya turn Roman to her side with both hands, hugged her, touched the other party's forehead with her forehead, and muttered to herself a little anxiously: "Little Roman, wake up, have you forgotten our agreement?" ”

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he knew that Freya and Roman had a good relationship, but he didn't expect that the merchant lady who would talk about wherever he wanted to go also had her own little secret.

But before he could finish his surprise, he saw Freya staring at him viciously.

"Sorry, he watched it himself." Brando looked at him.

"You, you're shameless!" Freya scolded with a red face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

……

(PS. There was a power outage in the morning, so it was a little late.

Regarding the explanation of the deletion of posts in the book review area, some posts were deleted because of some inappropriate words, and they will not be deleted indiscriminately, please forgive me.)