Vol 2 Chapter 127

Act 127 Power and Responsibility (2)

"Jane?"

After a moment's surprise, Carroll gave Brando a bitter look, and then he realized what the other person had asked the question was intended. But this time is too critical, and Li Woods will never allow him to offend this young man, even if the team members are separated in front of himself, he can only hit his teeth and swallow blood. But this punch came fast and fiercely. Even with his concentration, in the face of the girl who was adopted in his own hands, he couldn't believe, ask, or contained a weak question, he couldn't help but look away.

Even if he has eleven thousand ten thousand excuses to explain, even he understands that this young girl who treats herself as an adoptive daughter on weekdays hopes that he will at least justify one sentence, but at this moment Makaro cannot say nothing.

Everyone present can feel the power of Jin's heart, Jin Zhijie. Makaro didn't know what had happened to her, and her strength was rising so fast. He thought it was the potential for life and death to erupt, which meant that this girl with long red horsetail hair was at least a genius-a woman Neglected genius. But on the other side, the golden tree in Brando's hands also exudes the power of a more pure golden heart.

That is the origin of the golden blood.

Eat it, and have the fate of the selected person.

Macaro explained what rolled in his throat a few times, but when he opened it, he said, "Ah, you are ..."

His words seemed like an overdraft of the young girl's full strength, and she looked straight at the man—the man who had occupied the position of her father for a long time; her eyes were not so disappointed as to include A deep plea, even if it was just a lie about happiness, she was willing to believe it. She was helpless like the daughter of a fool, waiting for her ruthless relative to change her heart, hoping that he would turn back and tell her: sorry, welcome back ...

But she waited for Gu Wei to talk about his euphemism, which sounded like concern, but paled as if she was a stranger. The tall figure in the impression seemed to be distant and blurry all of a sudden. She grabbed her chest with one hand and burst out tears: "I'm sorry, why ..." She sobbed and lost like an injured animal With the last trace of strength, he fell to his knees on both knees, closed his eyes, and fell forward to the ground with a sound.

Lost consciousness-

Seeing such a scene, Macaro could not even say a word.

Brando looked at the man coldly.

He felt that someone was pushing himself slightly behind him, and the young man nodded to understand the meaning of the other party. Without the Dragon Girl Anodz, it was impossible to detect Akane's arrival with his ability. But it was not his intention to let her experience such a sad thing. Maybe he already knew what Marcaro would answer, but even so, he must also understand this-the truth is not alms, but he cannot tolerate Marcaro. Playing chess further around him.

"Sorry." Brando sighed.

He stood up, walked over to help Qian, and cleaned the dirt on her face—the girl showed a weak side in her sleep, her face with tears was pale, but serene like an angel. The young man straightened her body, then leaned her under a fir tree, and then turned back and looked at all the people with a dominating gaze.

"Mr. Brando?" Leavings said, seeing the emotional instability of Macaroo around him, he had to interject.

"Macaroo!"

Brando interrupted, and his anger finally burned out of his chest, his voice chilling as if the blade flashed coldly. Everyone was stunned and didn't understand why Brando's attitude suddenly changed, but the young man screamed angrily, "Don't think I don't know your origin-"

"Since Anson VII, Eruin has been declining, and the light in the dark has risen and fallen in the chaos-obscure and dim, and the time seems fleeting. For ten years, you have seized every opportunity to defeat, like It is a gambler who devotes all chess pieces. The whole plan is precise, ruthless, and seems logical. However, all this is to overthrow the great Prince Alec. You hide the sky and don't let the world think that Grand Duke Lantoni Ran is so horrible. The old thing is just to keep everything in the end. Who else is there to help you, Siwak? "

Brando's words seemed to pierce the hearts of everyone present, and Macaro and Lewwood's faces became white for a moment. For a moment, they subconsciously forgot to breathe, and had no time to guess where the young man was sacred.

The young men had pointed out the outline of all their plans, and they believed that it was a sacred desperate action. All the sacrifices are worthwhile, and if necessary, they can even pay their own lives, and political confrontation has become a fanatical belief. As Brando said, there is only one chance. Just seize it and look forward to the moment when you defeat defeat. The dawn of dawn will wipe out all darkness.

This legendary story has a legendary ending. However, they did not think that this plan would fall into the eyes of an unfamiliar young man, or even fall in the slightest. The plan was set up as early as ten years ago, and some details were not even clear to the followers. So the young man with an alias of Brando right now-

Who is he exactly?

What is his attempt?

But Brando said more and more angry, he stood up straight like a blade, his voice was cold like the cold of winter: "——You think you can represent the justice of the royal family behind you, and your sword is for this country. Fight for the future! Unfortunately, your stupidity makes you fail to see a fact. If you fail, can you send someone to death in peace? "

"Wait," Leighs frowned slightly, annoyed. Although this young man possessed something very important to them, their plans should not be profaned—because it represented the glory of the royal family.

"What do you want to say, Master Lewoods?" Brando asked indifferently.

"Everything you say is based on an assumption ..."

"You want to know the truth?"

Brando sneered, and he looked up, taking a deep breath.

At this moment, it seemed as if another soul was standing with him. The eyes of the young man seemed to see through the world, and Sophie's words returned to the other side of his soul--so that time and space fell apart before him-- After everything was calm, what he saw was everything in the past. Palaces and cities burned in flames, the kingdom fell, and everything that was familiar in the past no longer exists.

The vision of Her Royal Highness.

Oath of Lord Valkyrie.

This kingdom seems to be reborn from the flames. Every player devotes all their energy to fight for it. However, before the undead of Madala invades like the player's black tide, they fail fragilely. As if a doomed failure, and a tragic end. However, these nobles are still here, manipulating the destiny of this country, as if they can see the final outcome-their victory. Then, like a bleak death, clinging to the life he holds, he throws them into this fanatical sacrifice.

The silent life flows like cold blood in these people's bodies.

Perish.

In return was an icy ending.

No one will be held accountable.

Players remember the black humor, but what about these nobles? They just changed a board to continue their game. Each time they are sacred, representing the light or darkness, justice, or the good side, this belief cannot be blasphemed, like blood flowing from a noble family, so unquestionable-superficially unquestionable.

"How can I tell you the truth ..." Brando sighed wearily, and he waved: "It's like this golden apple in my hand. Of course I know what it does to you because it The advent of your game makes your game even more glorious, it is like a shiny weight that tilts the balance towards you-you think so. "

"Unfortunately, it's not that I want to hit you. In any case, your failure is doomed." He replied.

"What did you say?" Even Buga couldn't help frowning this time.

"Young people, not everyone can be a star." LeWoods shook his head.

"However, those witches who have been deceived with rumors have been put on torture racks--" Makalu gave Brando a cold look, adding.

Brando smiled.

Indeed, he happened to be the one who could foresee—no, the one who saw their failure. But he wouldn't say that, he just asked, "Don't you believe?"

"Reasons?" Buga asked simply.

"I remember, in the most glorious era of Eruin. The knights of Eruin held the horn and the flying swallowtail flag-when the horn blew, the blade of the kingdom went forward. I remember that the battlefield was a sea of ​​flags above it Emblazoned with the golden coat of arms of Corkova, the coat of arms of Golan-Elson, the coat of arms of Aleks. I remember the nobles of that era, still keeping their vows-"Brando Smiled: "Remember that vow?"

Everyone was stunned.

"Don't remember?" Brando's eyes were full of dander. "It doesn't matter, I can read it to you."

"I swear by the saints under this sword! I swear to lead my people-to lead them away from strife and killing, away from the pride and greed of the imperial nobility; I swear to stop repeating this historical cold-blooded error, The nobles of this new kingdom will be bound to follow the spirit of the knights—just and rigorous, upright and brave, kind and generous, and I make this vow and obey it with my spare time! "

Brando read the words forcefully, and then looked at a group of aphasia.

"Remember who made the vow?" He asked softly.

LeWoods, Macaro, and Buga glanced at each other, and their faces were slightly hot. Of course they knew how they didn't know. They just forgot.

"Yes," Brando nodded. "This is the source of all your convictions. The root of the Eruin noble spirit. Your ancestors and wise and benevolent monarchs. The benevolent Emperor of the first generation of the kingdom, His Majesty, is in the Lion The vow made by the sword of heart. Do you remember what he said? If the Eruin nobles one day forget their responsibilities, then this sword comes from there and returns there, no longer blessing this country . "

"do you still remember?"

"Don't you remember--"

"It's a pity."

Brando sighed, his gaze cast in the forest.

The afternoon sun penetrated between the woodlands. At this moment, for the first time in this southern forest, it seemed so peaceful and peaceful--