Vol 4 Chapter 81

In the midst of it, Brando always felt that he had seen this forest there. [* Yu] But it is not surprising that the dream of the unknown person is fused with the fragments of his memory, and this dream itself is full of his personal imprint.

He stayed by the river for a while, and suddenly remembered. He remembered that when he was young, there was a park near his home, and the pine trees in the park grew so tall.

Brando's heart suddenly jumped.

He remembered his childhood and his parents. At that time they were very young and proud of him. When he was young, he was like all children, confident, thinking that he could bear the trust.

But he disappointed them after all.

Brando thought that such disappointment was due to his failure. In order to escape, he was addicted to the game because of this; but it wasn't until he met the Eruin swordsman in the dream of the Golden Tree-'his grandfather'-that he understood how wrong he was Outrageous.

But does he still have a chance to ask for forgiveness?

Is it true that Master Martha is willing to give him this opportunity?

Brando looked at the light outside the forest and couldn't help but hold his heart. He also remembered that at the time of the holiday, there were various celebrations in the park, and parents would take him as a child to participate in the park.

He knew it was just a dream.

But standing by the river, there seemed to be a lot of weight under his feet. The evening breeze passed and the woods crackled. At this time a small footsteps suddenly heard in the forest, Brando tilted his head slightly, and his heart jumped suddenly.

"Anyone else?"

Brando looked back, but saw an unexpected person stumbled out of the forest-Prince Haruzer. The little prince gasped sharply and looked up at his teacher inexplicably, but his eyes quickly turned red, and his eyes shone with tears: "Teacher Brando ... I, I thought I would never find it again You guys. "

Brando was startled.

He never dreamed that Xiaozheng had broken into his dream. Although the Raiders say that the dreams of the anonymous people themselves reflect the incompleteness of their memories, the dream world is full of other people's memories-"Amber" is based on the player's experience-sometimes there are other The player messes into another player's dream.

But the problem is-this is modern! Modern! Modern!

Brando had a mess in his head. What should I do? If only the little prince could see his dream, it would be fine. Although he didn't live in the bustling urban area when he was a child, this small county is not a backward area. How can he explain Haruze to see those reinforced concrete buildings, high-rise buildings, cars, and other messy things?

How about knocking Haruzer?

He shook his head at once, and this was unlikely, unless he wanted to murder the little prince here. (See novels.) Since Haruze has entered his dream, it shows that the tasks of the two of them are consistent. If the little prince cannot redeem himself. Then there is only to stay in the dream forever.

Brando thought of it, and he froze there.

"How to do……?"

There was only one question left in his mind.

"Teacher?" Haruzer saw Brando standing motionless by the river and stared at him, unable to help but feel a little scared, shrinking back slightly. He had never seen the Count like this. Brando was always very gentle on weekdays.

Although Brando's requirements were a bit harsh, Haruzer was more severely demanded by his sister. On the contrary, most of the time he had a good opinion of this gentle earl.

"Uh ... Haruzer," Brando whispered, deciding to give the little prince a shot first. After all, Haruze was young. Maybe it can be confused.

"Huh?" Haruze blushed and gasped slightly, and whispered.

"You know, we are in a dream--"

"I know. Teacher. I just heard what you said just now, you said that we were in the dreams of the unknown, and those dreams were full of our own memories." The little prince was as serious as a good student To answer.

He was frightened in the dark by himself, but when he saw his teacher, his heart settled down again. Brando was the hero who saved Ampelsel, but in his mind, Brando was the hero who saved his sister.

This is more than enough to give him trust.

"No, please. Please forget the last sentence—" Brando moaned in his heart.

He smiled slightly and said Wen: "Yes, Haruze, but you know, dreams are very weird. So whatever you see later, don't make a fuss. Don't forget, we are still in a dangerous environment. "

Brando laughed more ugly than crying, trying to pull out the sword of the earth and strangle himself to death.

Haruze blinked, and the half-elf's pointed ears moved slightly. His silver eyes reflected the moonlight. Shining and nodded earnestly: "I see, teacher. In fact, I used to have strange dreams when I was a kid."

It seems that there is no one else, and the little prince is not as shy as usual. He has been with Brando for several months, and naturally speaking is not as cramped as he was at the beginning.

Brando was relieved.

"You follow me."

He nodded and turned around, crossed the beach, and walked towards the light source in the distant woodland. Haruze hugged the lion's teeth and followed. The two passed through a large black pine forest, and the light source in front of them was getting brighter, but at this time, Brando narrowed his eyes suddenly and made a slight noise.

He stopped and saw a carriage with an open door not far from the woodland.

He glanced back at Haruzer, thinking that it was the dream projection of the little prince. But the little prince was staring at that direction, as if he didn't understand what happened.

However, Brando did not expect that this too could see any clues. He was daring in art and walked alone to find that the carriage was empty. But there was a **** of blood on the seat. The **** smell permeated the woodland, and it looked a little pungent.

"Teacher?" The little prince soon noticed the anomaly on the carriage.

Brando raised his hand to signal that his students were quiet. Every detail in the dream is not generated out of thin air. This scene is either a memory of him or the little prince, or a part of the lost dream of the anonymous person.

This looks like a scene of assassination. With the age of the little prince, he will definitely remember such scenes and will never recognize them. And he didn't seem to have similar memories himself, he thought for a while, the only thing left might be a part of the lost dream of the lost person.

Brando could not help but draw his attention. In this dream, the task is redemption. So the lost person's dream is a very important clue-the legendary lost person lingers in the Black Forest in order to find the lost self. Most of them are because of remorse, so the tasks in the dream are mostly to make up for regret.

He lowered his head, and soon found little blood around the carriage.

Brando immediately searched for these bloodstains and went on. Before walking far, he found his target by a black pine. It was a dead young man with a dagger in his back. Leaning his waist and lowering his head, almost leaning on his knees, he has already lost his breath of life.

When Haruze saw this, he couldn't help but make a soft ‘ah’ voice.

"Do you know him?" Brando asked back.

"I don't know." The little prince shook his head.

"Then giving me the power to inspect the corpse." Brando walked over and he held up the young man's body. The young man looked very handsome, wearing clothing that showed his aristocratic identity, and wanted to be the son of a noble family.

He first picked up the other's money bag, but started with it. It turned into sand and passed away. Brando froze a bit, and said this phenomenon in the strategy, because everything in the dream is a remnant memory. Except for the most profound part, most other details do not exist, so as soon as you contact him, it becomes nothing.

But at this time, a thin piece of paper fell out of the money bag turned into dust.

Brando picked up the piece of paper but found it blank.

With a slight groan, he understood the reason. In this scene, the most memorable of the anonymous person is probably this piece of paper, which he firmly remembers. But he forgot everything on the paper.

Brando examined the young man again and found that there were no other more valuable clues. But he glanced at the seal on the young man's hand, and wrote down what it looked like.

"Mr. Brando?" The little prince stared at the piece of paper on his hand, a little puzzled.

"This is the clue. But it is not enough to make it remember more. We need to move on to the next scene. In this dream we will help it trace everything and remind it of who it really is-" Brando He also looked at the piece of paper on his hand and replied.

Haruze realized, "We need to help him find his name, aren't they?"

"Almost." Brando was satisfied with his student's perception.

"But. Now that it has forgotten everything, how can we help it remember it? It must have been wandering in this forest for many years, and even that history has disappeared under the dust. We can really have nothing. Did he find the memory it wanted? "Haruze frowned, looking curious.

"You remember, this isn't a complete memory, right? There are you and me in this world too--" Brando paused suddenly, anxious to slap himself. But the words have already been spoken, and he only said with great annoyance: "We are examining its dreams, and it is also examining our dreams. Human experiences are always similar. The same scenes may evoke its memories. —— "

Haruze nodded, glancing at his teacher with some admiration.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Brando thought it was awkward to face a blushing, big-eyed little boy looking at himself.

"Master Woods often told me some stories before he died. I, I don't know if I think that there is some disrespect for the dead person, but I think the master knows him better without a teacher."

This flatter is doing well. Brando felt a little bit fluttering, especially since he knew that His Royal Highness the Prince was actually very simple and would not lie at all. He patted Haruzet's head: "Everyone has his own expertise--"

Then he straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief. Once in the mission state, the previous messy ideas faded a lot, and the whole person calmed down.

"The brightly lit place looks like a small town over there. I think we can find some clues. Let's go together." He looked at the edge of the woodland and said knowingly.

"Ok!"

Without knowing it, Haruzer nodded, holding the tooth of the lion.

Brando put the young man's body in place, though he knew it was just a dream, but he did so out of respect for the dead. Those who have lost their name wander in the forest all day because of their remorse. Most of these people are said to have been cast aside by their lives-but Brando believes that if a person knows remorse, then there is at least one pure land in his heart.

Just for this self-salvation heart deserves equal respect.

Then they crossed here and moved on. It's only a short distance from the edge of the woodland. If it is in the real world, young people's bodies and carriages will certainly be discovered soon, but here is a dream, like Brando said, In dreams, only the existence of memory itself is pursued, and rationality does not exist here.

The light flows into the forest like milk, sketching a slanting shadow on the edge of the forest. Brando moved in the opposite direction of light and shadow. He crossed the edge of the woods and suddenly opened his eyes.

But he froze slightly.

Outside the woods is not the park he imagined, nor the expected reinforced concrete buildings, no cars, no high-rise buildings.

A classical city lies outside the forest. There is a moat outside and scattered towns. The stars lit up brightly, and a towering wall ran across the city, far and near the city.

Nearer, a avenue through the forest leads directly to the gate in the distance. There are many tents on both sides of the avenue. The tents are brightly lit and filled with fruits, vegetables and wine barrels. A stage was even set up not far away. He saw the clowns performing on it, the actors singing and dancing, and the music was cheerful.

This looks like a festival in the countryside in any of the regions of Erouin.

But because the contrast was too great, Brando couldn't help but stay still. Until Haruzer came out from behind him, and saw the city in the distance screamed ‘Ah! ’

Brando knew the meaning of this short exclaim.

As if he knew the city.

Mentros.

King of Eruin.

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