Brando hung his head, and the pupils in his dark brown eyes were constricted, calm as water, but there was an uncertain light in them. He put one hand under the trench coat, and his exposed left hand drooped naturally, his pale hand was slender like a sword, and his knuckles were like white bones, thin, but containing strength, curled slightly.

This is the hand that belongs to an illustrious swordsman.

He stared at Princess Griffiin not far from him, his eyes were very complicated.

“…… Old, teacher? Haruzer looked up palely, and reached out weakly to grasp it, as if trying to grasp Brando's sword-holding hand, but grabbed his left wrist; He knew, knew that Brando's hand under his trench coat might have grasped the simple cross-shaped hilt - the black and dull blade of the Sword of Earth slept in a dwarven-patterned scabbard, controlled by a steady force.

He raised his head, his weak pupils dilated, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he looked at his teacher with some trepidation. He shook his head vigorously, almost with a pleading look: "No, don't, that's ......"

He had seen Brando's murder with his own eyes, it was a group of cultists he had met on his journey, and the Earl and his teacher he knew had changed from their usual gentle manners, as if they were now, as cold as a sword out of its sheath.

He saw that his teacher was fighting like an executioner who had put aside a human feeling, and every sword took away a life, as if he were cutting through a stump of grass on a training ground. In the memory of the little prince, there was only one person who was similar to it when he fought. Nimesis, but the female knight was far less skilled at controlling his blade than his teacher, allowing it to lightly slit the throat of a man and let the rose red spread over the snow-white metal.

The air sizzled as it sucked into the severed trachea, blood mixed with fragments splattered from the neck continuously, and the lifeless corpse fell limply to the ground with a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground. Brando's eyes were as cold as they were now. Like steel, this is the swordsmanship of a soldier, and he sued him. There was a cold war in Haruze's heart.

He glanced back at his sister, who was more mature and more beautiful, though there were many differences from his impression. It is also more and more majestic, but it is his sister after all, and Haruzer will definitely not admit it. He suddenly remembered what Brando had reminded him of beforehand, and the fear in his heart grew stronger, like vines creeping down the corner of the wall.

In any case, he would never want to see his sister die at the hands of his own teacher.

Brando allowed Haruzer to grab his left hand.

He could feel the uneasiness in the little prince's heart, which seemed to be contagious, and his hand holding the sword was already covered with sweat, soaking the gray wolf leather on the hilt of the Sword of Earth.

This is Viscount Kader's dream, like the eternal sleep of a witch's mouth. Only the owner of the dream can decide when this long dream begins and when it ends. But unfortunately, Viscount Cader has long since lost himself, and his world is only in this mutilated and misty world, and in order for him to awaken, he must be allowed to regain the memories he has been evading.

The only way to escape is to wake up, but the owner of the dream has long since lost himself. His world is only in this mutilated and misty world, and in order for him to wake up, he must make amends, and the only way is for him to find himself.

Is he going to finish his unfinished business?

The voice in his heart almost roared for him to hurry out of his sword, and the regret in Viscount Carder's heart had turned it into a monster full of anger, remorse, jealousy, and negativity for a long time, and it was like a ghoul in Brando's heart, crying out in his heart: My Secondhand Queen Read more.

"Kill her!"

"Kill them!"

"Don't regret it!"

"Don't hesitate!"

"Ahhhh

Brando's hand rested on the hilt of his sword and he took it down. I put it up again and again. He knew it was a dream, that the pale ghost of the dream would skillfully exploit the human heart, and that if he hesitated, he would be trapped forever in this foggy dream.

But what about the other way around?

Brando still didn't move.

The princess Griffiin in front of him is just a phantom, but the feelings in his heart are sincere, and he is here to draw a sword at her, as if he is drawing a sword against something that he has been seeking to protect in his heart.

Getting lost in a dream can make people's minds become confused and torn apart.

"Don't go there, Bethdi!" Princess Griffiin saw her 'sister' grab Brando, and quickly stepped forward and dragged her back. Then she pulled Haruzer back, and the two knights immediately protected them.

The eldest princess raised her head and looked at Brando coldly: "Kader, you know your identity very well. You swore to me that you would forsake your past, and you should know very well what your uncle was doing, and I didn't even ask you to be his enemy, just that you would keep her safe as Bedis's fiancé - but you disappointed me so much. ”

She took out a letter and said in a cold tone, "Your true colors have long been revealed—"

"Sister, that's not the ......" Haruzer tried to explain, but was glared back by Brando's cold gaze, the little prince still didn't realize this, in this dream, they were Caddell and Edith.

And not Brando with Haruzer.

As soon as the eldest princess finished speaking, Brando suddenly heard a loud bang from above the palace, and then the whole hall was in turmoil, and the flashy walls and Doric columns swayed, as if they were experiencing a terrible earthquake.

The nobles in the hall suddenly lost their footing, screams resounded, and the scene suddenly became chaotic, and the crowd crowded to escape through the various exits, and the sound of tables and chairs collapsing and arched windows shattering was heard.

But the calm corner of the hall contrasts with it. Brando, Haruzer, the Princess, and the knights seemed completely unaffected by the shaking ground.

Brando looked at the nobles who had fallen out of the shattered arched windows, and he knew that it wasn't an earthquake that Khadr had experienced. It was the wavering of his heart. The root of this qiē is probably the letter in the hand of Princess Griffiin, and Viscount Kader must have experienced this same scene and was impressed.

Her Royal Highness's words were like a sharp sword piercing into his heart.

Brandor was silent, and the voice in his heart screamed, "Quick, kill everyone!" ”

But Brando pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword and ignored him.

And it was at this time that screams rang out outside the palace again. He looked back. Seeing that the crowd that had just poured out had now fallen back again, countless soldiers in red and white battle robes appeared outside the Jinteng Palace, and these soldiers were covered in armor. Their heads and faces were wrapped in metal masks, and they were armed with swords that they would kill anyone they saw. In the blink of an eye, Jinteng Palace was already a river of blood.

"How so!" When the little prince stood behind Princess Griffien and saw this scene, his face turned white with fright, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Who are they?" ”

"It's Grand Duke Enlek!" Princess Griffiin took a soft breath, she raised her head and stared at Brando: "Catch Viscount Cader, before Archduke Anlek arrives!" ”

How could these soldiers be the subordinates of Grand Duke Enlek.

Whether it was in the previous life or now, the aristocratic army under An Lik would never wear red and white battle robes, not to mention that in Brando's memory, the banquet that day did not happen at all. The smell of blood that had been lingering on the tip of his nose seemed to have turned into reality because of the current scene, and it became even stronger and more pungent. And the smell of burnt smell is gradually taking over his sense of smell.

Brando looked up and saw that the flames were indeed burning from the ceiling, as if in just an instant, the entire hall was turned into a sea of fire.

This is Viscount Kadeer's dream, one of the qiē in the dream of the day. Now little by little he and Haruzer have patched it up, reappearing in their dreams.

At Princess Griffiin's side, two knights were lunging at him, and Haruzer rushed over to try to stop one of them, but the 'little princess' barely tripped over herself with her skirt in her hand.

Brando drew the sword of the earth, and the dark sword came out of its sheath. It's like a black glow. But he felt that the sword was much heavier than usual, because his strength was even less than one percent of what he usually was, almost like a silver top.

Fortunately, Brando also expected this, and the strength in the dream was determined by the owner of the dream, which means that he now represents the Viscount of Cadell that day. However, the strength of the silver upper position is really too wasteful in the year of the return of the glory of the wind elves.

The two knights who pounced on each other were of the golden median level, and it was no wonder that Princess Griffiin dared to make no secret of her cold gaze, for in any era, the gap between the silver pinnacle and the gold median could not be crossed, except, of course, some of the geniuses of the geniuses.

Brando is not a genius, but he has the wisdom and experience of thousands of people over the years, such as his swordsmanship. Although he can only fight the enemy with the strength of Viscount Kader, this does not mean that he has lost all his advantages.

As soon as the two knights approached, the blade in Brando's hand was already one step ahead of them. The dark steel blade cut through the air, and the side reflecting the firelight flashed with a cold cold light, which had already cut into the vision of the two of them in an instant.

The two knights showed a look of surprise, they didn't even see how Brando came out with his sword, before the Second Holy War, the knight swordsmanship of the wind elves paid attention to both offense and defense, because most of the subordinates of the dark dragon were monsters shaped by dark magic, and exchanging lives with these cheap cannon fodder was obviously a thing that outweighed the loss, not to mention that the war at that time was far less cold and barbaric than it was later.

So Brando's swordsmanship seemed like crazy to them, but the mad guy's swordsmanship was obviously far superior to them, and the two knights had to take a step back, but Brando had already keenly seized the opportunity.

He followed closely and swept away the elven sword in the hand of one of the knights, and with a crisp sound, the top part of the sword snapped and flew out and stuck on a table. When had the knight ever seen such savagery, he retreated in heavy armor, and Brando pursued him until another knight seized the opportunity from behind to stab him with a sword.

But Brando didn't even turn around, and the snow-silver elven sword pierced his body like a phantom.

Instead of pausing, the phantom turned around and swept with its sword, and with a clang, the elven knight's helmet flew high.

Underneath is the face of an elf that Brando is very unfamiliar with.

But presumably Viscount Cader himself should have been impressed.

"Nine Yao after the wind!?" Princess Griffiin was slightly taken aback: "Kader, when are you ......?"

Princess Griffiin would definitely not know the Wind Queen, and Brando understood that it was Caddell's memories that were at work, not because of the eldest princess's surprise, but because of the fellow's surprise. At this time, he had already broken through the defense line of the two knights, stepped to the eldest princess's side, and then grabbed the opponent's wrist.

The eldest princess struggled slightly, but she couldn't break free, she raised her head, bit her lip and stared at him coldly, her silver eyes almost erupted with fire: "Kadeer...... If you have the ability, you will kill me immediately. ”

"Kill you, and Archduke Anlek will forever be charged with murdering the king and plotting rebellion, right?" Brando glanced at her, and for a moment, he seemed to understand a lot of things.

Princess Griffiin almost shuddered and looked up at him.

"Enric is a member of the One Society, Your Highness Princess, and your plan is right for him. He didn't really care about the throne, he just wanted to overthrow the kingdom. Brando replied softly.

He glanced at Edith, "Do you think there's your sister?" ”

Her Royal Highness also glanced at Bedish beside her, the look in her silver eyes was very complicated, but her tone had softened: "You kill me, let Bedish go, she really likes you......"

"No!" Brando heard the voice wail in her heart again, "She's lying to you, she's in league with her hateful sister!" ”

"The poor fellow."

Brando's heart flickered, he glanced at the eldest princess, the eldest princess's expression was weak for a moment, but in an instant, there was calm. Then he looked at Haruzer and took in the red-and-white soldiers who were pouring into the hall.

Although he had never experienced this scene, it was so similar to what he remembered, the nobles had long since died, but he didn't know where the senior sisters were, although he knew that it was in a dream, but Brando was still a little worried in his heart.

"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Haruzer was a little puzzled.

Brando smiled at him and didn't answer, but at this moment, he had a plan in his mind.

…… (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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