The Amber Sword

Brando looked back at the child who had hit him. The other person was already sitting down on the thick and soft carpet in the hall. At the age of seven or eight, he had black hair and dark sword under his eyebrows. There is a kind of perseverance hidden in big eyes. The little boy looked at him with a bit of suspicion. He was wearing the silk attendant clothes often worn by children in the aristocratic family, white tight pants, a pair of pointed boots with jewellery and gold foil, and a silver plate Scattered beside him, various dishes were sprinkled to the ground, and the red sauce slowly penetrated into the carpet.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

It must take a lot of money to replace the expensive camel rugs, because these handmade rugs are only produced in Silver Bay. Merchants use slaves to carry such fine plush fabrics across the desert and travel thousands of miles. I came to Eruin just to make a huge profit that is more expensive than gold. Brando flashed this weird thought in his head for a moment. The little boy was familiar in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and was thinking about seeing each other there. Then a gentle voice came in: "Sir, sorry. "

Brando seemed to have tightened every pore, his muscles tightened with his skin, he lifted his head stiffly in the direction of the sound, and nailed him there.

A noble couple, dressed in clothing that fits this era, which is the simple but exquisite Hyperbe style of the upper society of the Elvine after the revival of Eruin. While raising the little boy, they smiled apologetically to Brando: "Sophie, I'm going to apologize. Look, you've stained this gentleman's clothes."

Brando watched the scene silently, though two memorable words in his mind were tumbling. It seemed as if I could blurt out at any time, but I couldn't say anything. He never dreamed that it would be at this time. Under such circumstances, see your parents in your dreams.

The aristocratic couple that appeared in front of him was exactly the same as the two faces in his memory, even younger, or almost the same as his childhood memories. Yes, at that time he was only seven or eight years old, and often went to the amusement park near his home with his parents. He glanced at the little boy.

"Sorry, sir." The young Sophie patted the dirt on her body. He looked up and apologized to him humbly.

Brando pursed his lips quietly.

He understands that this is himself in his heart, and also his parents, because this is his confusion in this dream, and there are mists in the minds of mortals. These mists exist in the dreams of the unknown, when I do not know Will envelope you.

And now, he went into the fog that he had been reluctant to face. Mortal enemies are probably themselves. Because only he can understand what he is most afraid of, and this nightmare, like the description, hits the most vulnerable part of his mind at once.

Brando barely pulled a smile from his stiff face: "It doesn't matter." He tried to control himself so that he didn't behave so badly, but in fact immediately wanted an excuse to escape. He saw his parents look at their younger self, a look with shelter and wings. Brando knew what that look meant.

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

"No, no ..." Brando was almost still, and quickly shook his head.

"It is normal for young people to have a mind, and you may not believe it. My husband and I feel kind when you see you. So please give us an opportunity to apologize. We can invite you to sit there for a while. What? "The face of the familiar woman in his memory looked at him kindly, but it was the kind of look with tolerance and kindness that almost made him collapse.

Brando took a deep breath and let the cold air infiltrate the lungs to calm himself down: "Of course I'm happy, but I still have some things to do, really ... I'm sorry, I can only leave now "After that, he deeply saluted the couple, and then turned away and ran away, as if he was afraid that he would stay for a while, and he would be broken apart.

If so, he doesn't even know what he should face them.

He pursued that shining trajectory in that world and changed the fate of this ancient kingdom. But does it all make sense? For a moment he even felt confused, and he could really answer them without regrets-all of this makes sense? Or maybe he was wrong from the beginning. Is everything he pursues real?

For the first time Brando was less sure.

He didn't even dare to turn his head, plunging into the crowd, sweating a lot, even though he had experienced the battle of Ampelsel, he had never been so uncomfortable. He looked at the faces that belonged to the nobles, a bit distorted and enlarged, as if the image of a demon. There seemed to be a voice calling him in the midst of it, and to drag him to hell.

"Teacher!" The voice suddenly became clear, as if having strength, grabbing his arm. As a powerful man who cultivated the elements, Brando was almost pulled to the ground, and he turned back sweating, first seeing a slender arm with long silver gloves, he raised his head, then Seeing the clear eyes of His Royal Highness.

"Teacher?" Haruzer looked at him anxiously.

"Haruzer?" Brando froze slightly, finally waking up. He looked up and did not see Princess Griffin, so he asked, "What about your sister? Are you finished with her?"

"Almost, but I don't understand--" The little prince frowned, showing a deeply worried look. He frowned and looked like his elder sister, especially the long silver curly hair with a slight curvy neck and bowed head, just like Princess Griffin, seeing Brando all stayed.

This also dispelled some of the confusion in his mind and made him calm down a bit. At that moment he thought of Princess Griffin, Freya, and the mountains of Roman and Butch. These things really existed, and Brando felt a little relieved. But he understood that the thorn buried in the bottom of his heart was nothing more than a sharp edge.

"I understand what you want to know ..." Brando answered lightly.

"What the **** is this, teacher? Why did it turn out like this? Didn't we defeat Archduke Siphage at Ampelsel? Archduke Enrique also became a wanted man in the temple. Just wait until the south and the north are unified. Can Eruin return to its former glory again? "The little prince held his hand tightly, as if he were really a helpless young girl.

"But why did it look like this ..."

"I, I asked my sister she ... without Mr. Brando. Without the battle of Ampelsel, she married Archduke Enrique, and the old nobles clung to the people who gave them the best benefits, even the Kings. Also stood on the opposite side of the kingdom. And Madala ... Why did the sequence of undead become so powerful? Sister Freya ... Sister Freya also died ... How could this be, we obviously ... ... "

There was some steam in Haruzer's eyes, he bit his lip, and forcibly did not cry: "Sister, she said that she would die here, teacher. Please save my sister ..."

Brando sighed. He could understand the despair in the heart of the little prince, because they had experienced such despair in the past, and they tried to be denied by the invisible hands. Endless darkness.

But if it wasn't for such hopelessness, how could he get here today?

He touched the little prince's head. Answer: "Haruze, this is just a dream. Forget what I told you, the unidentified person twists your dream, just wants to get you in it, all the ridiculous scenes you see here. It's all his tricks to deceive you. "

Haruze looked up at him red-eyed, "Teacher, I know, you are actually lying to me, right? These things have happened, although I do n’t know where they are, maybe in the future, Maybe in the past, but I know they are not all false. "

Brando was shocked. He looked at the little prince: "Haruzer, why do you say that?"

"I don't know ... I just have a hunch, I'm a little scared, teacher."

It is indeed the apocalypse, which is not inferior to the sixth sense of Roman. Brando shook his head gently: "In the eyes of the ancient Cruzs, history overlaps, because different branches of history will extend different results. Whenever history goes to a fork, it appears at the same time node Two results, the witches believe that each branch will give birth to a new world, these worlds overlap each other, and we are just passers-by. "

Brando suddenly thought that maybe it was possible, otherwise he couldn't explain his experience. But unfortunately, that ’s just a legend, and no one can confirm its authenticity: “Maybe it ’s happened in different history, but it ’s just a dream, after all, we have changed our own destiny – Nimesis did n’t say Have we ever had a sword that changed our destiny? "

"Really?"

"Perhaps no one has seen it, after all," Brando replied somewhat guilty.

After regaining his calmness, his mentality became more calm. But at this time, he felt the smell of blood and scorch in the air became strong. He turned around and everyone in the hall was talking about it, but no one seemed to notice it.

It was only then that the hall suddenly quieted down.

Then the door in the middle of the corridor on the second floor suddenly opened, and a row of knights came out from behind. Then Brando saw Sister Xue 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.

There was no sound in the hall.

Everyone focused their eyes on that direction.

Brando frowned slightly, and the scene in his memory seemed to be engraved in his heart and he would never forget it. He subconsciously tilted his head in one direction. If he remembered correctly, the assassin would open the door in that direction and mix into the hall at a moment when everyone didn't notice it.

But something surprised him.

The door was tightly closed and motionless.

"What's going on? History has changed?" Brando froze a little ... (to be continued) ,.

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