Brando looked back at the kid who had struck him headfirst, who was already sitting down on the thick, soft carpet in the middle of the hall, seven or eight years old, with black hair, and a kind of extraordinary determination hidden in the big dark eyes under the small sword eyebrows. The little boy looked at him with some disbelief, dressed in the silky squire of the kind that children of aristocratic families often wear, white tight trousers, and a pair of pointed-toe boots inlaid with jewels and gold leaf, silver plates scattered around him, and various dishes were sprinkled on the floor, and the juice of sauce red slowly seeped into the carpet.

Time seems to freeze for a moment.

It must have cost a great deal of money to replace the valuable camel wool carpets, for these handmade carpets were made only in the silver bays, and the merchants carried them through the desert by slave beasts and loaded with such fine stuffed fabrics as they traveled thousands of miles to Eruin in order to make a huge profit that was more expensive than gold. This strange thought flashed through Brando's mind for a moment, the little boy was a little familiar in his eyes, he squinted his eyes and was thinking about seeing each other there, when a gentle voice interjected: "Sir, I'm sorry. ”

Brando seemed to tighten every pore, his muscles tensed along with his skin, and he stiffened his head in the direction from which the sound came, and then the whole person was nailed there.

An aristocratic couple, dressed in clothes appropriate to this era, in the austere but refined style of the Hybello dynasty in the late Eruin Revival period, imitating the upper classes of the Wind-Elves. They picked up the little boy and smiled apologetically at Brando: "Sophie, apologize quickly, look, you have soiled this gentleman's clothes." ”

Brando watched the scene in silence, though two memorable words churned in his mind, as if he would blurt them out at any moment. But I just can't say anything. He never dreamed of it. At this time, in such an environment, I will see my parents in my dreams.

The aristocratic couple that appeared in front of him were exactly the same as the two faces he remembered. Or even younger, or not much different from his childhood memories. Yes, he was only seven or eight years old at that time. Often accompanied by his parents, he went to the amusement park near his home, and he glanced at the little boy.

"I'm sorry, sir." The young Sophie patted the dirt on her body, looked up and apologized to him.

Brando pursed her lips quietly.

He understands that this is himself in his heart, and he is also his parents, because this is his confusion in this dream, and there are fogs in the hearts of mortals, and these fogs are stored in the dreams of the nameless, and I don't know when they will envelop you.

And now. He walked into the fog that he had been unwilling to face. The great enemy of mortals is probably themselves, because only they know what they are most afraid of, and this nightmare is just like the description. It struck the most vulnerable part of his heart.

Brando barely pulled a smile out of his stiff face, "It's okay. He tried his best to control himself so that he would not be so out of shape. But in fact, I immediately wanted to find an excuse to escape. He saw the look on the look of his parents looking at his young self, a look of protection and anticipation. Brando knew what that look meant.

"Sir, you seem to have something on your mind?" Her mother asked, looking at him.

"No, no......" Brando almost didn't hold his breath and quickly shook his head.

"It's normal for young people to have things on their minds, and you may not believe it, but my husband and I feel a little kind when we see you. So please give us a chance to apologize, can we invite you to sit over there for a while, sir?" The familiar face of the woman in the memory looked at him with some kindness, but it was the kind look in the eyes that made him almost collapse.

Brando took a deep breath and let the cold air seep into the lobes of his lungs to calm himself down: "Of course I'd love it, but I still have some things to deal with, it's ...... I'm so sorry, I can only say goodbye first. With that, he bowed deeply to the couple, and then turned and ran away, as if he were afraid that if he stayed for a few moments, his original identity would be revealed.

If so, he didn't even know what he was supposed to do to them.

He traces that shining trajectory in that world, changing the fate of this ancient kingdom. But does this qiē really make sense? For a moment he even felt confused, and he could really answer them without regret - this qiē was meaningful? Or maybe he was wrong from the beginning, is the qiē he is pursuing really existing?

For the first time, Brando's mind wasn't so sure.

He didn't even dare to look back, and plunged into the crowd, sweating profusely, even after the battle of Ampesel, he had never been so terrified at such a moment. He looked at the faces that belonged to the nobles, somewhat distorted and magnified, as if they were the images of demons, and there seemed to be a voice calling to him, dragging him to hell.

"Teacher!" The voice suddenly became clear, as if it had strength, and grabbed the crook of his arm. As a strong man with a civilized element, Brando was almost pulled to the ground, he looked back sweating profusely, first saw a slender arm with a long silver glove, he looked up, and then saw the clear eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Teacher?" Haruzer looked at him with some concern.

"Haruzer?" Brando was slightly stunned, and finally came to his senses. He looked up, but saw no sign of Princess Griffyin, and asked, "What about your sister?" Are you done with her? ”

"Almost, but I don't understand—" the little prince frowned, a look of deep apprehension. He frowned and looked like his sister, especially the way he bowed his head with his neck slightly bent under the long silver curls, just like Princess Griffiin, and he was stunned when he saw Brando.

This also dispelled some of the confusion in his heart and calmed him down a little. At that moment, he thought of Princess Griffithine, Freya, and the mountains of Roman and Bouche, all of which were really there, and Brando's heart was a little at ease, but he understood that the thorn buried in his heart was just a hidden edge.

"I see what you want to know......" Brando replied blandly.

"What the hell is this place, Teacher? Why is it like this? Didn't we defeat Archduke Siphach at Ampesel? Archduke Anlek also became wanted for the Temple, just wait until the South and the North were united. Eruin can regain his former glory, can't he? The little prince held his hand tightly. It's like a helpless girl.。

"But why did it come to this......

"I—I asked my sister about her...... There was no Monsieur Brando, no battle of Ampessel, sister she married Archduke Anlek. The old aristocracy embraced those who gave them the greatest benefits, and even the royal party was on the opposite side of the kingdom. And Madara...... Why did the Undead sequence become so powerful? Sister Freya...... Freya's sister, too, died...... How can this be, we are clearly ...... It's already ......"

There was a bit of moisture in Haruze's eyes. He bit his lip and forced himself not to cry: "Sister said she would die here, teacher, please save my sister......"

Brando sighed inwardly. He could understand the despair in the little prince's heart, because they had experienced such despair firsthand, and their efforts seemed to be denied by the invisible hand, their hopes turned into nothingness, their ideals and beliefs were destroyed little by little, and the road ahead seemed to be left with endless darkness.

But if it weren't for the hopelessness of this. How did he get to where he is today?

He touched the little prince's head and replied, "Haruzer, it's just a dream. Have you forgotten what I told you? The Nameless One distorts your dreams. Just wanted to get you caught up in all the absurdities you see here. It's all his means of confusing you. ”

Haruzer looked up at him with red eyes: "Teacher, I know, you are actually lying to me, right?" These things have happened, and although I don't know where they are, maybe in the future, maybe in the past, but I know that they are not all false. ”

Brando's heart was shocked, and he looked at the little prince: "Haruzer, why do you say that?" ”

"I don't know...... I just had a hunch, I was a little scared, teacher. ”

is worthy of the apocalypse, which is not inferior to Roman's sixth sense. Brando shook his head slightly: "In the eyes of the ancient Cruzians, history overlapped, because different branches of history would extend different results. Whenever history forks the way, two outcomes occur at the same point in time, and the witches think that each branch will give birth to a new world, which overlaps each other, and we are just passers-by. ”

It occurred to Brando that maybe there was a real possibility, otherwise he would not be able to explain his experience. But unfortunately, it is only a legend after all, and no one can confirm its authenticity: "It may have happened in different histories, but it is only a dream after all, and we have changed our own destiny - didn't Nimesis say that we should have a sword in our hands that will change our fate." ”

"Really?"

"Perhaps, no one has seen it after all." Brando replied with some humility.

After regaining his composure, his state of mind became more calm. But it was then that he felt the smell of blood and burnt in the air grow stronger, and he turned back to the fact that everyone in the hall was talking, but no one seemed to notice it.

Only then did the hall suddenly fall silent.

Then the door in the center of the cloister on the second floor suddenly opened, and a row of knights came out from behind. Then Brando saw Senpai and Black Tea, and there were many familiar faces behind him, all from the Crimson Traveler team. Finally, behind everyone, a noble and elegant figure slowly walked out.

The hall was silent.

All eyes were on that direction.

Brando frowned slightly, the scene he remembered seemed to be engraved in his heart, and he would never forget it. He subconsciously tilted his head in one direction, and if he remembered correctly, the Assassin would open the door in that direction and blend into the hall without anyone noticing.

But what surprised him was something.

The door was closed and there was no movement.

"What's going on? Has history changed a different way? Brando was slightly stunned.

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(PS: Under the notice, because Ka Wenming went out to find inspiration every day, he was going to find a place to travel with Kuroko.) I'll keep up.,But the time of the update may be uncertain.,When the time comes, I'll send it with a book in the hotel.,It may be sometimes early and sometimes late.,I hope you'll forgive me...... ）