What's going on? Whose memory is this? Brando's memories of the royal city of Eruin are not very deep, and he remembers the royal city, the lavish palace burning in flames, the city crumbling, and the living beings in flames.

He could still remember the wails and screams that lingered in his ears at that time.

But not at the cheerful pace of the moment.

Brando glanced at His Royal Highness the Little Prince beside him, thinking that this should be Haruzer's memory. Princess Griffiin and her brother had lived in Menstros for a long time in history, and he should have been familiar with it, perhaps a summer celebration in his memory.

Brando looked up and saw the constellation Lyra in the southern half of the sky, making sure it was supposed to be a summer night.

However, he was a little puzzled as to how the memory of the little prince could be linked to the memory of the disgraced man. How could the assassination scene in that collapsed dream be associated with such a cheerful dream?

Brando remained silent and continued to walk forward. There were already a lot of people gathered on the side of the avenue, all kinds of people, but most of these people turned a blind eye to Brando and the little prince. This is also normal, everyone's memory is vague about the details, these people have zài in their memory, but when they sweep it away, they may not remember what each of them looks like.

He led Haruzer through the men, paying attention to the details of the celebration. But it was at this moment that a carriage came from the darkness in the distance, it was a pitch-black, ghost-like aristocratic carriage, and Brando's eyes shrank when he saw the coat of arms on the wall of the carriage.

"Teacher, that's Viscount Begnin—" The little prince recognized him, and it seemed that he still remembered the man who had betrayed his sister. He scratched at the corner of Brando's coat with some concern and whispered a reminder.

Brando nodded.

Haruzer was still a little confused, he frowned his little eyebrows, and said to himself with some puzzlement: "It's strange, Viscount Begnin's coat of arms obviously doesn't have holly leaves on it." I—I remember that it was a decoration that only a count could have......"

"Oh...... It's a dream, I, I've forgotten it again. I'm sorry. ”

The unintentional words made Brando's heart skip a beat.

His brow furrowed suddenly. He remembered one detail clearly, Count Begnin. It is indeed called in history, and after the victory of Her Royal Highness the princess in the war against the north, Eruin ushered in the hope of peace. Then came the five years of ZTE, and although there were occasional clashes with Madara, the timeline still smoothly transitioned through another history.

Then the Second War of the Black Roses came as scheduled.

Brando felt a tingling in his heart. After the Battle of Crimson Valley, Valkyrie was killed in battle. The situation is even more unfavorable for Her Royal Highness the Princess, who confronts Grand Duke Anlek in order to support her own forces. Not long after that, Her Royal Highness summoned Begnin back to Menstros.

Then...... At that time, Brando silently remembered. At that time, Begnin was not crowned Grand Duke of Siphach, but he was made a count.

"That's right......"

"This celebration."

Brando felt a chill rise up his spine, and he remembered the origin of the celebration. Jura and Eco defeated Madara's army in the Manoville region, when Eruin's alliance with the player seemed to seize a moment of respite, and Princess Griffiin feasted the envoys of the Flame Temple. Hopefully, the Cruz will help.

Midsummer festival.

The Feast of Books.

Time freezes at this point in history. Brando suddenly realized that this was not Haruze's memory at all, but his own. He was personally present when Princess Griffiin was assassinated.

Brando suddenly gritted his teeth.

History was repeating itself before him.

"Teacher?" Haruzer couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw Brando's red and white face.

Brando took a deep breath and replied, "It's nothing, Haruzer—" and he was about to say that we had to find a way into the city. But it was at this time that he suddenly felt the piece of paper in his hand slightly hot.

He hurriedly picked up the piece of paper.

The piece of paper had changed its appearance at the moment. He realized it was a piece of letterhead, about the size of a palm. He opened the envelope. An invitation card fell out of it, the text of which was blurred, but only one sentence stood out: 'Viscount Cader and his fiancée, Miss Besdy, are invited to the feast-'

Brando's heart was enlightened. It turns out that the memory of the nameless man is linked to his memory, it turns out that the guy was on his way to a banquet and was assassinated on the way. But what made him a little strange was what it had to do with his later memories. And why was that guy assassinated, and what did he regret?

And there's another problem. The carriage was the only one in the carriage, and the invitation was written to invite Viscount Cader and his fiancée to the banquet. And what about his fiancée?

"Wait, fiancée?"

Brando's movements froze suddenly.

"Teacher?" His Royal Highness the Little Prince naturally noticed Brando's movements. He saw the piece of paper in Brando's hand turn into an envelope. Naturally, I remembered what Brando had said before. "Teacher. Does it remember something new? ”

Brando was silent and handed the letterhead to his student. Haruzer picked up the fluttering piece of paper. After a closer look, he was stunned for a moment: "Teacher, are we going to the banquet instead of this Viscount Kader?" ”

Theoretically, the requirements of the task should be like this. Brando carefully recalled the details of the strategy, but the conclusion he came to was not much different from this.

"But what about the Viscount's fiancée, shall we find her first?" The little prince asked.

There is this possibility. Brando groaned, but he didn't think it was a big possibility. As the fiancée of the Viscount of Cader, he was suspicious of being at the heart of the mission. But the point is that, according to the characteristics of the dream of the collapse of the nameless, the more memorable the thing, the sooner it should appear.

It's like a piece of paper in his hand.

And his fiancée is still nowhere to be seen, either this so-called fiancée is an insignificant figure, or she is already dead, like this viscount.

But whether it is the former or the latter, it is basically impossible to find this so-called Miss Besdy from this dream.

"I'm afraid we'll have a hard time finding her." Brando replied.

"Huh? So that's all we have to do with the feast? But, the ceremonial officer has said that such a nobleman of the Long River will be laughed at if he does not bring a female guest-" Haruzer was stunned and said with some concern.

"It's not a matter of shame." Brando shook his head. What did the shameful smile in the dream have to do with him, he had to admire that the little prince was still worried about this kind of problem at this time. The crux of the matter was that the invitation was obviously something of great importance to the Viscount of Rausch, otherwise he would not have remembered it so clearly.

He forgot all the other words on the invitation, and remembered the phrase 'Viscount Cadell and his fiancée, Mademoiselle Besdy--' to the feast, which showed that he took it very seriously.

In other words, according to the setting in "Amber", if he can't meet this condition, then the subsequent tasks are basically non-negotiable.

Brando didn't want to be locked up in this dream for the rest of his life.

But he couldn't help but want to scold his mother, who was he going to find in this ghost place to pretend to be this ghostly fiancée, Miss Besdie? In this dream, almost all memories are fragile, except for important characters, and the people outside are like a background, and they can't interact with him and Haruzer at all.

But he stopped suddenly.

Brando's gaze fell on Haruzer—

The little prince of Erouin, the future king of His Majesty. Haruzer is only twelve years old this year, and because of his long-term sword training, he has begun to grow taller, and his height is just right for his waist. He was a bit like his sister, Princess Griffyne, who was born with a lovely face, and was flushed, always watery in his silver eyes, and whose silky hair was attached to his forehead, making him look like a weak little girl at most times.

The point is, because of his half-elf blood, his stature is far less robust than that of a human boy, but very slender.

He stood there, looking pitiful and weak. In temperament, he is even more docile and quiet than his sister.

Brando hesitated, and the evil thoughts in his heart couldn't stop welling up. The little prince seemed to sense something bad, and couldn't help but look at him cautiously and asked, "Teacher Brando?" ”

Brando held up a finger, and with a single thought, the ring of the previous Viscount of Carder appeared intact in his hand. This is the benefit of dreams, as long as there are things in the memories of him, Haruzer, and Viscount Kader, they can be easily copied anywhere.

Then he lowered his head and said seriously to the little prince: "Haruzer. ”

"Huh?"

"Did anyone tell you that you were beautiful?"

The little prince's face turned red with a brush, and he stared blankly at his teacher with the lion's tooth in his arms, not knowing for a moment what to think. "Teacher?"

"If you change into women's clothes, you should be fine, right?"

The problem is huge. Haruzer held his sword and shook his head desperately. Then he lowered his head and blushed with shame, almost to the base of his neck. Brando couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene, to be honest, this little prince is more like a girl than his sister.

He sighed, and to be honest, he also felt that his idea was ridiculous. But there was a faint sense of mischievous pleasure, not to mention that it seemed to be the only possible way.

"Haruzer—"

He spoke.

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(PS: Lord Lucifer, please take away this month's soul.) Where are you looking, why don't you give your pass and soul to Lord Lucifer in a hurry! This chapter is called the Return of the Ten Thousand Strong Baboons Every Day. ）