Vol 4 Chapter 82

How is this going? Whose memory is this? Brando's memory of this king of Eruin is not profound. The king of his memory, the luxurious palaces burned in flames, the city collapsed, and the soul fell into a sea of ​​fire.

He can still remember the wailing and screaming that lingered in his ears at that time.

But not so cheerful now.

Brando glanced at the little prince next to him, thinking that this should be Haruze's memory. Princess Griffin and her brother have lived in Menstroz for a long time in history, and he should be familiar with it. This may be a summer celebration in his memory.

Brando looked up and saw Lyra in the southern half of the sky, and determined that it should be summer night.

But he was a little puzzled how the memory of the little prince was related to the memory of the unknown person. How could the scene of assassination in that collapsed dream be associated with such a cheerful dream?

Brando stood still and walked forward. Many people have gathered at the avenue, but they are mostly blind to Brando and the little prince. This is also normal. Everyone's memory is vague with details. These people exist in the memory, but it may not be clear what each of them looks like at a glance.

He led Haruzet through these people, watching the details of the celebration. But at this time, a carriage in the distance came from the darkness. It was a dark aristocratic four-wheeled carriage that slipped like a ghost. Hold your eyes down.

"Teacher, that's Viscount Bergen--" the little prince recognized it too, and it looks like he still remembers the one who betrayed his sister to this day. He scratched Brando's corner with anxiety, reminding him softly.

Brando nodded.

Haruzer was still a little confused. He frowned and said to himself a little puzzlingly: "It's strange, there is no holly leaf on the coat of arms of Viscount Bergen. I, I remember it was the count Some decorations ... "

"Oh ... this is a dream, I, I forgot it again, sorry."

This inadvertent word made Brando jump.

His brow suddenly frowned. He remembered a detail clearly. Earl Begning. This is indeed the name in history. After Her Royal Highness's victory in the war in the north, Eruin greeted the hope of peace. Then came ZTE's five years. Although there are occasional conflicts with Madara, the timeline is still smoothly passing in another period of history.

Then came the Second Black Rose War as scheduled.

Brando felt a sting in his heart. After the Battle of Crimson Valley, the Valkyrie was killed. The situation is even more detrimental to Her Royal Highness, in order to support her own power to compete with Archduke Enrique. It wasn't long after that, Her Royal Highness called Bergenin back to Menstroth.

Back then ... Brando thought back silently. At that time, although Bergnin did not inherit the title of Grand Duke Sifaher, he was named Earl.

"correct……"

"This celebration."

Brando felt a coolness rising from his back, and he remembered the origin of the celebration. Yura and Ico defeated Madara's army in the Manowell area. At the time, Alluin and the player's alliance seemed to seize a respite. Princess Griffin entertained the envoy of the Temple of Fire, hoping that the Cruzians would help.

Midsummer festival.

Book feast.

Time is frozen in this historical node. Brando suddenly understood that this was not Haruzer's memory at all, but his own. When Princess Griffin was assassinated, he was present that day.

Brando suddenly clenched his teeth.

History repeats itself before him.

"Teacher?" Haruze was surprised to see Brando's red and white complexion.

Brando took a deep breath and replied, "Nothing, Haruzer--" He was trying to say that we had to find a way to get into the city. But it was this time. Suddenly he felt the paper slightly hot.

He hastily picked up the piece of paper.

That piece of paper has changed now. He realized that it was a stationery. It's about the size of a palm. He opened the envelope, and an invitation came out. The text on the invitation was obscure, but only one of the words was very eye-catching: ‘Invite Viscount Cadell and his fiancée Miss Bessie to dinner —’

Brando felt enlightened. This section of the memory of the unknown person was linked to his memory. It turned out that the guy went to a banquet and was assassinated on the way. But it was strange to him. What does this have to do with my memory afterwards. And why was that guy assassinated, and what was he remorse about?

And there is another problem. There was only the Viscount Cader on the carriage. The invitation was inviting Viscount Cadell and his fiancée to dinner. What about his fiancee?

"Wait, fiancee?"

Brando's movement suddenly froze there.

"Teacher?" His Royal Highness naturally noticed Brando's movement. He saw the piece of paper in Brando's hand turned into an envelope. Naturally remembered what Brando had said before. "Teacher, does it remember something new?"

Brando silently gave the stationery to his students. Haruze picked up the fluttering piece of paper, took a closer look, and then paused: "Teacher, shall we go to the feast on behalf of Viscount Cader?"

Theoretically, the task requirements should be so. Brando thought through all the details of the Raiders, but his conclusions were almost the same.

"But the Lord Viscount's fiancee, shall we find her first?" The little prince asked.

There is this possibility. Brando groaned, but he didn't think it was possible. As the fiancee of Viscount Cadel, he was very skeptical of being at the core of this mission. But the key point is that, according to the characteristics of the dreams of the collapse of the unidentified, the more memorable things, the sooner they should appear.

Just like a piece of paper on his hand.

And his fiancee is still insignificant until now. Either this so-called fiancee is an insignificant figure, or she is already dead like the Viscount Lord.

But whether it is the former or the latter, it is basically impossible to find this so-called Miss Bessti from this dream.

"I'm afraid it's hard for us to find her," Brando replied.

"Ah? So can we only go to a banquet like this? But, but the etiquette officer said that it would be ridiculous to say that such a nobleman in Changhe would not bring a female guest--" Haruze froze, with some worry Said quietly.

"It's not a question of smirk." Brando shook his head. What the shame in the dream had to do with him, he had to admire the little prince who was still worried about this kind of problem at this time. The point is, this invitation is obviously very important to Viscount Roush, otherwise he would not remember so clearly.

He forgot all the other words on the invitations and simply remembered the phrase, ‘Inviting Viscount Cadell and his fiancée Miss Bessie to a banquet— ', which shows that he attaches great importance to this matter.

In other words, according to the setting in "Amber", if he can't meet this condition, the subsequent tasks are basically free of talk.

Brando didn't want to be trapped in this dream all his life.

But he couldn't help but want to scold his mother, who would he go to in this ghost place to dress up as this beastly fiancee, Miss Bessie? In this dream, except for important roles, almost all memories are fragile. These people are like a background, and they can't interact with him and Haruze at all.

But he stopped suddenly.

Brando's eyes fell on Haruzer--

Heruein's little prince, the future king. Haruze is only twelve years old this year. Because of long-term sword training, he has begun to grow tall, and his height is just right around his waist. He was a bit like his sister, Princess Griffin, who was born with a lovely face and was flushed, silver eyes were always watery, and silky hair stuck to his forehead, making him look It often looks like a weak girl.

The point is, because of the semi-elven pedigree, his body is far less robust than a human boy, but rather very slender.

He stood there, pitiful and fragile. Even temperament is more meek and quiet than his sister.

Brando hesitated, and the evil thoughts in his heart could not stop. The little prince seemed to notice something bad and couldn't help looking at him carefully and asked, "Mr. Brando?"

Brando raised a finger, and with a single thought, the Viscount Cardell's seal had appeared in his hand intact. This is the benefit of the dream, as long as what exists in the memory of him, Haruzer, Viscount Cadel, can be easily copied anywhere.

Then he lowered his head and said seriously to the little prince, "Haruzer."

"Well?"

"Did anyone tell you that you are beautiful?"

The little prince's face turned red after brushing. He hugged the teeth of the lion and stared blankly at his teacher. He didn't know what to think about for a while. "Old, teacher?"

"It should be okay to change to women's clothes, right?"

The problem is big. Haruze held his sword and shook his head desperately. Then he lowered his head, blushed, and almost flushed the roots of his neck. Brando couldn't help sighing when he saw the scene. To be honest, His Royal Highness was more like a girl than his sister.

He sighed, and to be honest, he thought his idea was ridiculous. However, there is a kind of prank pleasure, not to mention that this seems to be the only possible way.

"Haruzer--"

He said ... Lord Lucifer, please collect your soul this month. Where are you looking, the monthly pass and soul are not yet presented to Lord Lucifer! This chapter is called the return of the 10,000-strong baboon. )

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