He was dressed in a holy white robe, silver armor, and armed with a spear and a halberd. The pattern on the spear is a beautiful temple cross, and the halberd resembles a sharp spear with outstretched wings underneath. Underneath the barrel of the gun was a swallowtail with a cross painted on it, a light of the sun, angels and saints.

The flag reads 'Tuiennsiorchumree' in floral script, which means the holy sword under the light.

There were also elves in the ranks, with pointed ears and long blonde hair tied into braids. Their horses were also dressed in white robes, painted with the texture of the thorns of the sun.

The whole team was shrouded in a glowing white light, slowly moving forward in the forest, but silently, making the scene look eerie.

"Lord Lord, Lord Lord!" Medisa tugged him twice before he came back to his senses. Brando let out a sigh of relief, this was the Holy Order of the Knights of the Knights of Graceus, exactly the same as he had seen in Amber, no, maybe that one.

"Rosa!" There was a scream from someone in the group, and a knight stumbled out of the group. "Rosa, Rosa? Where are you going? ”

"Stop him!" Brando reacted suddenly, but the person next to him was a little slower, and the knight quickly disappeared into the dark forest. The team suddenly became a little commotional, and he hurriedly reminded loudly: "Don't look over there, it's a fantasy in your heart, it only exists in your memory." Those are the dreams of the disnamed, entangled with your dreams, and if you are tempted, you will be with them and replaced by them—"

Brando had already established his prestige in the previous battle, and his words made everyone stunned, and the team was indeed a lot more stable. But Brando still saw that someone slowed down, and if they were even slightly confused, they would be swallowed up by the forest.

Brando quietly asked Nimesis to count the numbers. It's only a few minutes. There were seven fewer people in the whole team. He knew that those people would never come back, and that they would spend their days wandering in dreams that the living would never find until they died. The soul will haunt this place, too.

He sighed.

"These are the ones who are not strong-willed." Nimesis's face was cold, she pursed her lips, and the contours of the side of her face became clear under her long black hair.

Brando looked back at the female knight. Some displeasure: "No one dares to say that they can never be shaken, everyone has important people or things in their hearts-"

It is because of this that they waver in the face of the faith they should keep. Hank's fiancée, Rosa, was waiting for him to return, and Corinth had two sons and a daughter, but they couldn't hold on to their faith in their loved ones—" Nimesis's voice fell, "I chose them because I thought they were the best knights, and I thought they could survive and go back." ”

Brando was stunned, and he suddenly saw Nimesis's expression very lonely: "Are you angry because of this?" ”

"Nope. It's just that I saw the wrong people and hurt them. The knight replied softly, giving Brando a cold look. Turn around and go.

Brando froze for a moment. Until someone tapped him on the shoulder. He looked back and saw Firas's handsome but unorthodox face. "Lord Earl. You're amazing. Even Lady Nimesis dared to provoke. Legend has it that a powerful woman is a rose with thorns - but Lady Nimesis must have only thorns, not the fragrance of roses. The young knight said mysteriously.

Brando glanced at the guy angrily: "But I see that it seems like you were still talking to her the other day?" ”

Filas shrugged his shoulders, without the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, and replied solemnly: "Because of this, I can understand this deeply. ”

Brando stared at the guy.

"Because she beat him up." Laurenna's voice came from behind. The female knight stepped forward and stabbed her fiancé in the ribs with the hilt of her sword, then turned back and asked, "Mr. Brando, don't you notice anything wrong?" ”

"Hmm." Brando looked up. Of course he had discovered, or had known, that the knights were trudging through the forest, parting the thick bushes. But the light around him was dimming at an accelerated pace, as if shrouded in a layer of black fog, at first he could see the outline at least a dozen meters away, but now it seemed so dark that he could only see a few people around.

"Huh, what's going on?" Firas seemed to notice the situation around him, scratched his arm and asked with a shiver.

"I was about to talk to you about this - it's a dream."

"Lost dreams?" Lorenna was puzzled.

"Simply put, we are in a dream. This dream is the dream of the nameless people in the forest, and 'they' often dream of a qiē in life. But this dream is shrouded in the real world, connected to the world in our memories. Disgraced people often use this tactic to lure travelers into the forest. ”

"No wonder I just saw the little woman I saw in Leno earlier, Martha on top, she was as charming and plump as she was then—" Before Filas could finish his sentence, he was glared at by Laurenna.

"Do you mean it's an illusion, Lord Count?"

"Not exactly."

Brando replied as he walked. As the team made their way through a dense thicket, the woodland seemed to become thin. He saw a flat field, and a thick darkness seemed to come up from all directions. Not far away, the knights also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and began to stir.

"Everybody's close." Niemersis's voice came from ahead. The voice of the chief knight was as firm and cold as ever, like a flag in the dark. Brando doesn't like her character at times, but she has to admit that Nimesis is a good soldier.

Better than the senior sister.

The open terrain reminded him of a place, and after walking for a while, the ground was indeed uneven with pebbles and gravel. This is a river beach, and a similar terrain will only occur at the bottom of the valley.

But he wasn't sure if it was already a wall of sighs.

"You know the dream, Miss Laurenna." Brando replied, "The time in a dream is uncertain, and the passage of time in a dream depends on the active course of your mind while you sleep; So now we are not sure that we have reached that place, nor how long we have been in the forest, and as we walk through this dark forest, all we see is a dream. ”

"Wait, I'm a little confused." Lorenna lifted her forehead, "Are you saying it's a dream now, are you in my dream, Lord Count?" ”

"That's not good—" replied Filas vinegaredly.

"Of course not, you can interpret it as half-asleep." Brando glanced at the guy.

"You mean a large group of us walking around the forest and sleepwalking en masse?"

Brando thinks this guy's metaphor is lame enough. However, I have to say that this is the most suitable statement for the current situation, so he had to nod to the two of them.

"That's good—I mean to the beasts of the forest; Brando, you can imagine the feeling that the food will be delivered to your door on its own - I bet the waiters at Rusta's Unicorn and Maidens don't have such a great service attitude. ”

"If I wander through this forest to death, do you think they will erect a tombstone for me with the words 'Friends of the Forest' written on it, and maybe a two-thousand-pound medallion on me. The medal must be engraved with the insignia of the Unicorn and the Maiden's Inn to prove that I have selflessly contributed to the forest as a good waiter—"

"Shut up!" Laurenna interrupted Firas's tirade: "Lord Count, is there any danger in this dream? ”

"This dream is associated with the dreams of the disgraced in life, and if you are deceived by them, the soul will remain in this forest forever, never to wake up."

"So what should I do?"

"Firm." Brando replied, raising his voice and shouting, "Come closer, everyone, this forest is a dream of the disnamed, be careful, it will pull you into the dreams of the past." If you don't want to sleep in this forest forever, you just need to remember two words - firm and calm. ”

His voice was heard far away.

The Lost Man's dreams are somewhat like the battle of the Golden Demon Tree. But this dream is very different from the dream of the forbidden orchard, it is real in this world, and the dreams of those who have lost their reputation will swallow everyone like a huge whirlpool, pulling them towards the center.

And to escape from these dreams, the only thing to do is to redeem the entire dream world.

The darkness had grown thicker, and Brando was gradually unable to see even the figures of Lorenna and Filas beside him. From time to time in the darkness someone asks to move in that direction.

"Onward."

This is Nimesis's answer.

But in fact, that direction is meaningless. Brando walked for a while, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter, as if even the sound of the howling wind had fallen silent. After a while, it seemed that the rhythmic chirping of insects sounded again, and melodious music could be heard in the distance.

Not the ethereal singing of elves or goblins, but the human instrument, a trumpet-like wind instrument that plays joyful tunes. It's just that the sound is vague, as if it is coming from some direction outside the forest.

Brando blinked, feeling the light around him grow brighter again. The woodland has become completely sparse, and in front of you is an open clearing, with lights in the distance, like a small town.

He stood alone by the riverbank, starry overhead, a forest full of beautiful black pines, and the moonlight reflected the murmuring water, like a night after the middle of summer in Buchi or Chablis.

Nimesis, Lorenna, Firas, Freya, and the knights, all of them are gone. He froze for a moment, then tried the telepathic connection, but nothing happened.

Brando understood.

I'm already 'asleep'.

This is his dream.

……