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Darkly, Brando always felt like he had seen this forest there. But it's not surprising that the Nameless's dreams merge with the fragments of his memories, which are themselves filled with his personal imprint.

He stayed by the river for a while, and suddenly remembered. He remembers that when he was a child, there was a park near his home, and the pine trees in the park grew so tall.

Brando's heart pounded suddenly.

He remembered his childhood, and his parents. At that time they were still very young and proud of him. When he was young, he was like all children, full of confidence, thinking that he could bear this sustenance.

But he let them down after all.

Brando once thought that such disappointment was due to his own failure. In order to escape, he became addicted to the game because of this; But it wasn't until he met the sword master of Eruin, 'his' grandfather, in his dream of the Golden Tree, that he realized how wrong he was.

But does he still have a chance to ask for forgiveness?

Could it be that Lord Martha was willing to give him this chance?

Brando couldn't help but hold his heart as he looked at the light beyond the forest. He still remembers that at that time, various festivals would be held in the park every holiday, and parents would take him to participate in the park activities as a child.

He knew it was just a dream.

But standing by the river, it seems to weigh a thousand pounds under his feet. The evening breeze blew and the woods rattled. At this time, there was a sudden sound of small footsteps in the forest, and Brando turned his head slightly, and his heart jumped violently.

"Anyone else?"

Brando turned around, only to see an unexpected man stumbling out of the forest - Prince Haruzer. The little prince gasped sharply, and also raised his head to look at his teacher in surprise, but his eyes quickly turned red, and tears glistened in his eyes: "Teacher Brando...... I—I thought I would never find you again. ”

Brando was stunned.

He never dreamed that this little Zhengtai would actually break into his dream. Although the Lost Person's dreams themselves reflect the fragmentation of their memories, the dream world is filled with other people's memories - in Amber it is based on the player's experience - and sometimes other players will get caught up in another player's dreams.

But the problem is - this is modern! Modern! Modern!

Brando's mind is a mess, what to do? If only the little prince could see his dreams, it would have been. Although his family did not live in a bustling urban area when he was a child, this small county town is not a backward area. How would he explain that Haruzer was going to see the reinforced concrete buildings, the high-rise buildings, the cars and some mess?

Why don't you knock Haruze unconscious?

He immediately shook his head, which was not very likely, unless he wanted to murder the little prince here. Since Haruzer entered his dream, it means that the two of them have the same mission, if the little prince can't redeem himself. Then you can only stay in the dream forever.

Brando thought of this, and froze there for a moment.

"What should I do......?"

There was only one question left in his mind.

"Teacher?" Seeing Brando standing motionless by the river, looking straight at him, Haruzer couldn't help but be a little frightened and shrank back slightly. He had never seen the Earl like this, and Brando was always very gentle on weekdays.

Although Brando's demands were somewhat harsh, Haruzer was even more demanding by his sister, and most of the time he was very fond of the gentle count.

"Uh...... Haruzer. Brando whispered, deciding to vaccinate the little prince first. After all, Haruzer is not very old. Maybe you can get by.

"Huh?" Haruzer blushed, gasped softly, and whispered.

"You know, we're in a dream—"

"I know. Teacher. I heard you just now, you said that we are in the dreams of the nameless, and these dreams are filled with our own memories. The little prince replied earnestly like a well-behaved student.

He was frightened in the darkness alone, but when he saw his teacher, his heart settled down again. Brando is the hero who saved Ampesel, but in his heart, Brando is the hero who saved his sister.

This point, more than any reason, is enough to make him trust.

"No, please. Please forget that last sentence—" Brando groaned inwardly.

He smiled slightly, and said gently, "Yes, Haruzer, but you know, dreams are very grotesque. So whatever you see, don't make a fuss. Don't forget that we are still in a dangerous environment. ”

Brando's heart was worse than crying, and he almost wanted to pull out the sword of the earth and stab himself to death.

Haruzer blinked, and the half-elf's pointed ears moved slightly. His silver eyes reflected the moonlight. Shining, he nodded earnestly: "I see, teacher." Actually, when I was a child, I used to have strange dreams. ”

It seems that there is no one else, and the little prince is not as shy as usual. He had been with Brando for months, and naturally he didn't talk as cramped as he had been.

Brando breathed a sigh of relief.

"You come with me."

He nodded, turned around, and walked over the river beach in the direction of the light source in the woodland in the distance. Haruzer hugged the lion's tooth and followed suit. The two of them walked through a large black pine forest, and the light source in front of them was getting brighter and brighter, but it was at this time that Brando suddenly narrowed his eyes and sighed slightly.

He stopped and saw a carriage with its doors open not far from the woodland.

He glanced back at Haruzer and thought to himself that it was a dream projection of the little prince. But the little prince was also looking in that direction in a daze, as if he did not understand what was happening.

However, Brando did not expect this to be the sign of this, and he was so bold that he walked by alone and found that the carriage was empty. But there was a piercing pool of blood on the seat, and the smell of blood permeated the woodland, which was slightly pungent.

"Teacher?" The little prince soon noticed the anomaly in the carriage as well.

Brando raised his hand to signal his students to be quiet. Every detail of the dream is not created in a vacuum, and the scene is either a memory of him, or the little prince, or part of the lost dream.

It looked like an assassination scene, and at the age of the little prince, he would definitely remember such a scene and would never fail to recognize it. He didn't seem to have a similar memory of his own, and after thinking about it, the only thing that was left might be part of the Nameless's Lost Dream.

Brando couldn't help but draw attention. In this dream, the task is redemption. Therefore, the dream of the Lost is a very important clue - the legendary Lost Man wanders the Black Forest in order to regain his lost self. Most of them are done because of regret, so most of the tasks in the dream are also to make up for regrets.

He buried his head and soon found sporadic spots of blood around the carriage.

Brando immediately searched for the bloodstains and walked on, and before he had gone far, he found his target by a black pine. It was a dead young man with a dagger stuck in his back. He was hunched at the waist, his head hung down, almost leaning on his knees, and he had long lost the breath of life.

When Haruzer saw this scene, he couldn't help but let out a soft 'ah' sound.

"Do you know him?" Brando asked, looking back.

"I don't know." The little prince shook his head.

"Then the authority to examine the body is left to me." Brando walked over, and he picked up the young man's body. The young man looked very delicate, and the clothes he wore showed his status as a nobleman, presumably the heir of a noble family.

He picked up the other party's money bag first, but as soon as the bag was in his hands. and he turned into dust and passed away. Brando was slightly stunned, the guide said that this phenomenon is because every qiē in the dream is a residual memory. Except for the most profound part, most of the other details do not exist, so as soon as you come into contact with him, you will be reduced to nothingness.

But it was at this time that a thin piece of paper fell from the money bag that had turned into dust.

Brando picked up the piece of paper, only to find that it was blank.

He groaned for a moment, and he understood why. In this scene, the most memorable of the disgraced person should be this piece of paper, which he remembers firmly. But I forgot what was written on the piece of paper.

Brando examined the young man again, and found that there were no other more valuable clues. But he glanced at the ring in the young man's hand and wrote down what it looked like.

"Teacher Brando?" The little prince stared at the piece of paper in his hand, a little puzzled.

"Here's the clue. But not enough to make it remember anything more, we need to move on to the next scene. We're going to retrace it back in this dream, to remind it of who it really is—" Brando replied as he looked at the piece of paper in his hand.

Haruzer realized: "We're going to help it get its name back, right, always?" ”

"Almost." Brando was still very satisfied with his understanding as a student.

"But. Now that it's forgotten, how can we help it remember? It must have wandered in this forest for many years, and even those histories have disappeared into the dust, can we really find the memories it wants from nothing? Haruzer furrowed his thin eyebrows, looking a little curious.

"As you remember, it's not exactly a memory, right? There are memories of you and me in this world—" Brando paused suddenly, eager to slap himself. But the words had already been spoken, and he could only say with great chagrin: "We are examining its dreams, and it is also examining our dreams, and human experiences are always similar, the same scenes, and perhaps they can evoke its memories—"

Haruzer nodded and glanced at his teacher with some admiration.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Brando felt a little awkward in front of a blushing little Shota who was still looking at him with big sparkling eyes.

"Before Master Lewoods died, he often told me stories. I—I don't know if it's a little disrespectful to the dead, but I don't think the master knows as much as you know about the teacher. ”

This sycophant is well shot. Brando felt a little flirtatious, especially when he knew that His Royal Highness the Little Prince was actually very simple and would not lie at all. He patted Haruzer on the head, "Everyone has their own strengths—"

Then he straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief. Once he entered the task state, the previous messy thoughts faded a lot, and the whole person calmed down.

"The brightly lit place over there looks like a small town, I think we can find some clues, let's go over together." He looked at the edge of the woodland and said knowingly.

"Hmm!"

Unconsciously, Haruzer nodded heavily with the lion's fang.

Brando laid away the young man's body, knowing that it was just a dream, but he did so out of respect for the dead. People who have lost their names wander in the forest because of their remorse, and legend has it that most of them were spurned during their lifetimes - but Brando believes that if a person knows how to remorse, then he has at least one pure land in his heart.

Just for this self-redeeming heart, it also deserves reciprocal respect.

Then the two crossed over and continued on. It's only a short distance from the edge of the woodland, and if it were in the real world, the young man's body and carriage would certainly be found soon, but this is a dream, as Brando said, in the dream only the memory itself is pursued, and the rationality does not exist here.

The light flowed into the forest like milk, outlining the edges of the forest in long shadows. Brando followed the opposite direction of light and shadow, and as he walked through the edge of the woods, his eyes suddenly brightened.

But he was slightly stunned.

Outside the woods was not the park he had imagined, and there were no reinforced concrete buildings, no cars, no high-rise buildings.

A classical city lies outside the forest, with moats and scattered small towns outside. Brightly lit with stars, a towering wall cuts horizontally, encircling the city near and far.

A little closer, an avenue leads through the forest to the city gate in the distance. There are many tents on both sides of the avenue, which are brightly lit and filled with fruits, vegetables and wine barrels. There was even a stage set up not far away, and he saw clowns performing on it, and the actors were singing and dancing, and the music was cheerful.

It looks like a festival in the countryside in any of the regions of Eruin.

But because the contrast was too great, Brando couldn't help but be stunned for a while. It wasn't until Haruzer stepped out from behind him, and saw the city in the distance, and cried out in a daze—'Ah! ’

Brando knew the meaning of this short exclamation.

It's like he knows the city.

Menstrós.

The royal capital of Eruin.

(PS: There's one more chapter, I'll see you later.) ）

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