Without waiting for Brando to continue asking, he suddenly waved his hand and said, "Okay, what I have to do is done." Brando, it's great to see you officially join us as one of our members - after this parting, I am afraid that the future will be difficult to see again, and the future will have to be left to you. ”

Brando froze.

Although he didn't know that the Elemental Emperor would leave eventually, it was only when the other party said goodbye that he realized that he was facing a legend from thousands of years ago.

"Tumen-sama......"

"Hey, don't twiggle. We're all big men, and with that guy from St. Osore teaching you, I'm sure you won't have much of a problem. Tumen smiled slightly: "It's a bit brainless, but it's one of my best students." ”

"Humph!"

The wind queen snorted heavily. However, she raised her head and looked at the already translucent Tumen, and couldn't help frowning: "Old fellow, I also have a question. ”

Tumen turned his head and asked with a smile, "You ask, my student." ”

"Are you ......dead after the battle of Osopao," St. Osore hesitated for a moment, then asked.

There seemed to be a moment of silence on the platform.

But Tumen finally spread his hands: "I'm afraid it's hard for me to answer this question." Because you know the history of the aftermath of the Great War in Osopao better than I do - the king must have been in Erka when I left this image. ”

"That was before the march into the Swamp." Saint-Osall looked at him with a frown. Brando muttered to himself after hearing the wind, but in his heart he was thinking about the history of the conversation between the two. In the Battle of the Sages, the Four Sages did not actually have an army to resist the Dark Dragon from the beginning.

In fact, before marching into the Swamp, the Dark Dragons were far from taking these 'pariahs' from other races into account. Before the Battle of Osopao, this historical 'tyrant' and 'dictator' remained in Elka near the permafrost glacier, about this history. Even the players haven't figured it out.

Let's say what he's planning on the permafrost glacier. There is not a single record in history. Brando could only speculate on the fact that the deerbody banshee had asked Odin to join him in the fight against the mysterious enemy, and guessed that the other party's whereabouts might have something to do with it.

The Battle of Osopao ensued, and the rebels entered Demia. The victory in this battle became a turning point in history. Since then, the rebels have grown in strength, with the Bugas and Dragons joining the war, and shortly thereafter news of the Elemental Emperor Tumen being killed.

Come to think of it. He couldn't help but glance at Tumen.

"The Bugas say they killed you, but someone among the Silver Elves saw you just wounded and fled, and disappeared in the Alfalfa field not long afterward." St. Osor continued: "In the end, we didn't confirm whether you were really dead, but in order to boost morale, that Faenzan guy announced that you were dead—"

After listening to St. Osor's words, Tumen couldn't help but laugh: "My student, in fact, it really matters whether I die or not?" Moreover, if you use the news of my death to boost your morale, in my temper, you will never hide your face - you know very well what I will do. So don't you already have the answer? ”

When the Elemental Emperor said this, his entire lower body had almost disappeared, and he looked like a ghost floating in mid-air.

The elven royal sister looked at him like this. I couldn't help but clench my fist. Silently replied, "I just want to make sure......"

"You've confirmed," Tumen replied. The voice gradually faded: "Remember to say hello to Elranta on my behalf." ”

"She'll be sure to split your hello in half!"

Saint Osor watched as Tumen's figure disappeared completely, and it took a while for a while for such a vicious sentence to pop out of his mouth. Then she turned her head and looked at Brando, who was looking at her dumbfounded, and couldn't help but be angry, "What are you looking at?" ”

Brando hurriedly shrugged his shoulders, the grievances and entanglements of the era of the War of the Sages really had nothing to do with him, but presumably Tumen, as the teacher of St. Osor, Geert and Faenzan, must have had a hard time when these three sages fought against him.

It's just that the collapse of the Miner people, when did it begin?

Brando, of course, knew that time, and that the Miner people were as proud as the Cruz people are today. No, even more arrogant, for their empire was once vast enough to encompass the whole of Vaughnd today, and today's Cruz, Faenzan, St. Osor, and Elranta were only a small part of the empire at that time.

But even such a powerful empire eventually collapsed in an instant. And to this day, the existence of the Miner people can no longer be seen on the mainland.

Brando thought about these things silently, but he didn't want the wind on the side to suddenly pat him and ask, "Then again, what are you doing here?" ”

The elven royal sister glanced around with some suspicion: "This place should be on the edge of the Black Forest, what are you doing in this wilderness alone?" Is it just to see this old immortal...... Old guy. ”

She probably realized that the other party was dead, so her words seemed to be a little contradictory, so she changed her words halfway.

"Of course not." Brando shook his head, remembering what he was here for. However, it was difficult to explain this, and he could only reply ambiguously: "Of course I came to hunt for treasure, and you also saw it when I met Lord Tumen, it was just because of an accident. ”

"Treasure hunting?"

St. Osor stared at him suspiciously: "What treasure are you looking for, show me?" ”

As a former heroic sage who had lived through the battle of the Sages, she instinctively sniffed out the inaccuracies in Brando's words. But unfortunately, although this elf is well-informed, it is not difficult for Brando. Seeing Brando take a few steps back, as if silently counting his steps, he counted a few steps, and then walked in the direction of the mountain wall.

Saint-Osall subconsciously thought that this guy was pretending to be a ghost, and she narrowed her eyes, but she didn't expect that it was only a short moment before Brando pulled something out of the vines coiled around the mountain wall.

"What is this?" The elven maiden couldn't help but look at the thing in Brando's hand, and then she realized that it was something that resembled a stone slab.

To the question of the queen of the wind, Brando just smiled mysteriously.

"It's a good thing, of course."

He sold a pass, so he replied. But this time he wasn't lying, because in another history. This tablet is indeed something that changed the history of Eruin.

And that's the real reason why he asked Freya to come with him.

In another history. This is the private property that belongs to the Valkyrie-sama. And in this history, Brando naturally wants to return it to its original owner.

……

Tick, tick.

The only thing left in the large room seemed to be the taut clockwork of the chiming bell. The voice echoed through the empty room, as if it had been infinitely amplified. The shadows of the sunlight fell through the shade of the trees in this study, imprinting layers of shadows on the carpet. It's like a weird picture.

A pair of white feet in clogs stepped on the carpet, occasionally ruining the mood of the whole painting.

Although Yura couldn't see, she seemed to have a natural ability to feel the qiē around her. She walked quietly around the room, occasionally turning back to face her husband with a mysterious smile on her face.

Those who knew her well knew that the future lord's wife possessed a special ability known as foreknowledge.

Outsiders don't know how terrifying this lord's wife's abilities are. It's just that since she lived in this castle for two months, no one has dared to despise her authority.

The young man sitting behind the desk - or the future owner of the realm, the chivalric madman in Brando's eyes - of course. In fact, the young man, whose real name is Eco, holds his cheek in one hand and stares at his wife a little boredly.

In fact, since the war at Ampesel, the whole world seems to have calmed down. He began to feel out of place with him. He said the kind of life he was looking for. It should be enthusiastic, hoeing the strong and helping the weak.

But it's a pity. Eruin - at least the southern border of Eruin has been inexorably calming down day by day for a few days.

The only news that is slightly uplifting is that the south side makes Denel tense for a day. But alas, as long as Count Denel's brain has not been burned, he probably won't send a large army into Lantoniland.

Moreover, after the battle of Ampesel, the Grand Duke of Lantonyland had already grounded him.

The young man couldn't help but sigh deeply and muttered, "My dear, you said that something would happen today, but it's a pity that we have waited until now, it seems that your prediction is wrong again this time." ”

Hearing her husband say this, Yura was not annoyed. She turned to look at Eco and smiled reassuringly; Because she was wearing the traditional costume of Jiufeng, her whole person seemed to be full of an elegant and intellectual beauty, which made Eco stunned.

He coughed lightly and asked, "By the way, are you feeling better?" ”

"Much better, thank you husband for your concern," Yura replied, "It's much better." Husband, please be patient, in Jiufeng, nurturing qi is an important etiquette for nobles. ”

"I've been waiting for hours."

As soon as Eco's words fell, the door clicked open. He raised his head slightly, only to find an expressionless Makaro standing outside the door.

"Makaro-sama, why are you here?" He was stunned. But Macaro interrupted him first, "Don't ask so much, Eco, fir has received a letter, and one is for you." ”

"Your Highness the Princess?" Jura asked.

"Ha, it's Lord Count Toniger!" But Eco had already jumped up with excitement before he could. "Great, I knew he wouldn't forget me!"

"Write to me, Lord Makaro - by the way, what is it written in?" But he was still somewhat sensible, and finally knew to stop and ask about the contents of the letter.

Macaro glanced at him and shook his head, the future Grand Duke of Lantoni Lan grew up in the mountains, and although he now barely received some aristocratic education, he was in fact a mercenary at heart. And the mind is full of chivalric thoughts.

What gave him some headaches was that he didn't understand how he could have taught such a lord heir. He pondered a little before he replied calmly: "The letter says let's go to Wallendenburg for a meeting—"

"Wallendenburg?" Eco was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly reacted: "Isn't that the hometown of the Grand Duke of Viero, wait, what are they doing in Viero Province, Lord Count?" Isn't Jean Denel still at war? ”

Macaro stared at him silently.

The young man seemed to finally realize that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly coughed, "That,...... Jean Denel's message, is...... It was Yura who sued me. I definitely never went out! ”

"Husband-sama......" Yura couldn't help but sigh heavily. This selling teammates is also too decisive.

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