Vol 4 Chapter 85

Brando was silent and didn't answer. Of course, Grandpa Enrique will come. This is a good show planned by him. Assassination of His Royal Highness Princess, who has gradually departed from his control, will regain control of Prince Haruzer's control of the political affairs-no, here is Princess Betis. Brando glanced back at Haruze, who was standing next to him, and the little prince stared up at his sister in another spacetime, with a look on his face like a cloud of mist.

Her Royal Highness looked indifferent. She looked at Haruze, and her pale silver eyes had a very complicated meaning. "Since you and Bethesz fled from the Genteng Palace together with you in the years of flowers and summer leaves, you, me, and Eruin have gone through a lot, and you have grown up. Betis, it is time to take responsibility. "

"Sister me ..."

Princess Griffin reached out to interrupt him, and she turned around and said to Brando, "Mr. Viscount, I want to speak with Betis alone for a while."

Brando thought for a moment, this is just the corner of this dream, and he does n’t make much sense to stay here. The only way to leave here is to make up for the regret of Viscount Cader. He must find more in the dream scene. Many clues, so he nodded and said to Haruze: "Betis, you stay here, Your Royal Highness hasn't seen you in a long time, I'll wait for you in the outside hall."

"Kadel ..." Haruzer looked back at his teacher. His immature eyes were full of panic and anxiety, but he fell into Princess Griffin's eyes as if he was a lover. She shook her head slightly and sighed slightly: "Let the Viscount be alone for a while, you have a long time. Betis."

Haruzer blushed. He was a boy no matter how misunderstood. But he couldn't explain it, and could only watch Brando with a begging look. Brando quietly compared him with a gesture, which was the secret word of the tree elf-he would have this in the previous life, and naturally taught it to his only student-Brando told Haruze to let him stay here. Gather information and join him.

The little prince still had uneasy anxiety on his face, but saw Brando's gesture. He suddenly remembered where they came from, tried to take a breath, and finally calmed down. ‘She’ nodded to him.

Brando's eyes returned to Princess Griffin. Or the shadow of His Royal Highness Princess in his memory. He is fully aware of the weight of this shadow in his heart, and she has actually changed the value orientation of many people.

Her Royal Highness, who has fully shouldered the kingdom, has a unique charm, just like the calmness of a lake in her memory, but the temperament of strength as strong as the sea. She stood there, again outside the world. She watched the kingdom with calm and wise eyes. She had spent all her life to regenerate it from decay, and finally watched it destroy.

In the last days of her life, the long princess often thinks alone, but what is she thinking about?

Is it regret? Is it memory? Or use calm thinking to arrange all the way back?

The nobles who once supported her eventually stood on her opposite side, and the only players who supported her were the players. As if it was a great irony, a group of historical passers-by had a feeling for a virtual character.

However, Her Royal Highness Princess always just watched all this quietly and accomplished her mission quietly. She understood her destiny from the beginning and accepted it calmly. As if just reading a book with words. But after all, she left seeds for Eruin, the cowardly prince who grew up under her wing guard, and finally took responsibility.

This is the land that gave birth to her, but grew up under the aristocratic education of nobles, what made her selflessly want to change all this. Is it just because of a lofty ideal?

Brando pursed his lips. He has no lofty ideals, just like all players-although the dream of Xianjun Eke has made every Eruin player enthusiastic, and he has passed vows like that. But are they really fighting for the people at the bottom? How many people are truly revolutionary? Reality is not yet, let alone in a game. Players are just describing a romantic knightly picture in their hearts.

So did he. His longing for the plot of the hero and his special feelings for Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Valkyrie brought him to this step. He never forgot his own heart and carefully prevented himself from falling into his own justice. What he was pursuing in his heart was actually the vow that the school sister had said to explore the end of the world together, a little even a ridiculous wish.

But because of this, true self-sacrifice in this world can be so holy and respectful. Brando bowed deeply to His Royal Highness, regardless of class and role, only as if he worshipped in his heart all those who pursued a beautiful faith and innocent ideal.

Then he turned back and felt that everything in the past had disappeared in his heart. It was a special feeling, as if relieved, the past was gone, and the rest was a new future.

Brando walked outside the garden with a relaxed and heavy mood, but saw black tea waiting for him there.

Seeing him, Black Tea stood up from the pillar: "You are out, Lord Viscount."

"Are you waiting for me?"

"I think Her Royal Highness must have something to say with her younger sister, haven't they? They haven't seen each other for a long time. Her Royal Highness hasn't notified others that Princess Betis will come. No one except us knows!" With a smile, she replied with a bit of ostentation, her performance was almost exactly the same as in Brando's impression.

"His Royal Highness trusts you."

"That's because we are trustworthy-the nobles are now on the side of Archduke Enrique, and they hope that Her Royal Highness can stop those reforms, in the final analysis, or because the princess' actions hurt their interests." Black tea hummed with dissatisfaction. With a sound.

This history is so similar and almost identical to Brando's memory. But he was concerned about another answer, he asked: "But no matter what kind of reform. It is good for the people at the bottom, and there are always people who will support Her Royal Highness."

"They?" The girl gritted her teeth. "If those people are really reliable, how can Her Royal Highness get to where she is now. Her Royal Highness can sacrifice herself for them, and can anyone sacrifice her life for Her Royal Highness?"

How familiar is this argument, did he never think so? No, or this is his subconscious thought, just speaking out from the mouth of black tea in memory. Why is this? Is it true that black tea later said indignantly. Is humanity inherently selfish? Disappointed by this, he left Eruin, who had been reduced to ashes, and headed north. But just like a lonely ghost, wandering in the world of the game.

But this time, Brando hesitated and said, "Maybe for another reason."

Hearing his answer, Black Tea raised his head and looked at him carefully. She narrowed her eyes slightly. Looks like a cat before hunting: "Actually you don't think so, right?"

"Ok?"

The girl smiled slightly and said a little bit inexplicably: "Because I saw the confusion in your eyes. Also, you and us are a kind of person, although you are just npc, but I can smell the same taste on us . "

This sentence made Brando startled.

‘You and us are the same kind of people. Although you ’re just an npc, I can smell the same taste on us as you —’

This is not the case with black tea, she is not so smart yet, this is the self-questioning in his heart. Do not. What's more, this is Kadel's self-torture. What does Brando faintly feel that he has seized--what kind of answer does the knight who lost his reputation and memory seek?

The two stepped into the main hall of the banquet as guards responsible for the security of the King Teng Palace, and received the full trust of Her Royal Highness Princess Regent. As a result, the members of the Crimson Journey were free and unobstructed at the banquet. As for Brando, he was an invited guest.

At the center of the banquet is a huge dance floor. Countless aristocrats gathered around this circle and talked to each other in twos and threes. They only had their own circle of friends, but occasionally they would enter other circles to say hello to those who knew them or had only one side. The banquet is an important means of communication among the nobles. Many enemies and allies were born in such a banquet.

The huge ornate chandeliers lit up the entire hall. Brando's eyes were all extravagant sights, as if from the glorious light, he could not see that the kingdom was lingering, but he had witnessed it all, and now it is just a review.

He walked aimlessly through the crowd, subconsciously trying to find the secret killer of Anlek and his men. In reality, Enrique gave him a huge trouble. He didn't expect that he would continue to be his enemy in the dream. This guy was so horrible to want to come to Brando.

However, Brando also pays attention to every detail around him. Viscount Cardel's memory is shattered in this huge dream. Any detail may inspire his memories of the past and promote the change of the dream scene. Kung Fu is worthy of care, and soon he found some changes.

The clock in the middle of the hall points at eight o'clock in the evening, which is two hours behind the start of the banquet in his memory; looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the north side of the Ginteng Palace, you can see the palace complex and the large gardens. But Brando stopped there, only to see the dense forest, the sky was dark.

There was a faint **** smell in the air, and a smelt that seemed to burn something.

The scale of the clock, the forest outside the window that does not match the memory, and the strangeness in the air, Brando guessed that these may be memories of Viscount Cader's life. He was able to retrieve these pieces of memory, indicating that they must be the more critical memories in his mind, and he was impressed, so Brando also silently remembered these points.

Then he stepped back, but unexpectedly met someone.

"Ouch." A tender voice called. Brando felt that the man was hitting his waist, it should be a child, and he judged that the other side should be carrying a plate of food, because he heard the sound of Dingding tableware falling to the ground.

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