Vol 4 Chapter 87

Brando bowed his head, his eyes narrowed in dark brown eyes, quiet like water, but with an uncertain light flashing inside. He put one hand under the windbreaker, and the left hand that was exposed naturally dangled down. The pale hands were long like swords, and the knuckles were as thin as bones, but they contained strength and curled slightly.

This is the hand of an outstanding swordsman.

He stared at Princess Griffin not far away, his eyes very complicated.

"... Old, teacher?" Haruze lifted his head pale, reached out and scratched weakly, as if trying to grab Brando's sword, but grabbed his left wrist; he knew Knowing that Brando's hand is under the trench coat, he may have held the simple cross-shaped hilt-the sword of the earth, the dark blade, slept in the scabbard with a dwarf-style pattern, and was a kind of solid Power is in control.

He raised his head, his weak pupil enlarged, his forehead covered with fine sweat beads, and looked at his teacher in amazement. He shook his head vigorously, almost begging, "No, don't, that's ..."

He had seen Brando killing with his own eyes. It was a group of cults he met on the journey. The Count and his teacher he knew were changed to be gentle and courteous on a weekday, just like it is now, cold like a handful. Out of the sheath sword.

When he saw his teacher fighting, he was like an executioner who put aside all human feelings, and each sword took away a life, as easily as cutting a stump on the training ground. In the memory of the little prince, only one person was similar when fighting. Nimesis, but the horsewoman is far less skilled than his teacher in controlling his blade, so that it can easily slit a human's throat, allowing the rose red to spread over the white metal.

The air snored as it sucked into the cut trachea, and pieces of blood mixed with the splattered blood spouted from the neck uninterruptedly, and the dead body softly fell to the ground, making a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground. Brando's eyes were as cold as they are now. Like steel, this is a swordsman of a soldier, he told him. Haruzer fought a cold war in his heart.

He glanced back at his sister-although there were many differences from the impression, he was more mature and more beautiful. It was also more majestic, but after all it was his sister, Haruze would never admit it. He suddenly remembered those words that Brando had reminded him of before, and the fear in his heart grew stronger, as if the vines were creeping down the corner.

In any case, he would never want to see his sister die in the hands of his teacher.

Brando let Haruze grab his left hand.

He could feel the anxiety in the heart of the little prince. This anxiety seemed to be contagious. His sweaty hands were soaked in sweat, soaking in the wolf's leather on the hilt of the sword of the earth.

This is the dream of Viscount Cadel, like the sleep of a witch. Only the owner of the dream can decide when this long dream begins and ends. But unfortunately, Viscount Cardel has long lost himself. His world only exists in this incomplete and misty world. To wake him up, he must let him regain the memories that he has always escaped.

The only way to escape is to wake up, but the owner of the dream has long lost himself. His world only exists in this incomplete and misty world. The only way to make him awake is to let him find himself.

Do you want to complete his unfinished task?

The voice in his heart was almost screaming to make him quickly out of the sword, and the regret in Viscount Cadel turned it into a monster filled with anger, remorse and jealousy in a long time. It was like a eater The ghoul screamed in Brando's heart.

"Kill her!"

"Kill them!"

"do not regret!"

"Don't hesitate!"

"Ah ah ah!"

Brando put his hand on the hilt and took it down. Put it up again and again. He knew it was a dream. The pale ghost in the dream would use the human heart cleverly. If he hesitated, he would be trapped in this mist-covered dream forever.

But the other way around?

Brando remained unmoved.

The Griffin in front of her is just a phantom, but the feelings in her heart are sincere. He is here to send a sword to her, as if he is sending a sword to what he has always sought to protect in his heart——

Lost in dreams can make people's hearts confused and torn apart.

"Don't go, Bessdie!" Princess Griffin saw her 'sister' grabbed Brando and hurriedly took her back. Then she took Haruze back, and the two knights immediately protected them.

The princess raised her head and looked at Brando coldly: "Cadre, you know your identity very well. You once vowed to tell me that you would abandon everything in the past, you should know what your uncle did It doesn't even require you to be his enemy. It just requires that you, as a fiance of Betis, keep her safe-but you are too disappointing. "

She took out a letter and said in a cold tone, "Your true face has long been revealed--"

"Sister, it's not like this ..." Haruze wanted to explain, but was glared back by Brando's cold eyes. The little prince still didn't realize this. In this dream, they were Kader and Bettys.

Not Brando and Haruzer.

As soon as the voice of the princess had fallen, Brando suddenly heard a loud noise coming from above the palace, and then the whole hall was turbulent. The flashy walls and imitation Doric columns were shaking, as if experiencing a terrible earthquake.

The nobles in the hall immediately became unstable, screams rang out, and the scene became chaotic. The crowd was crowding to escape from the exits. The ears were filled with the sound of tables and chairs crashing and the glass of arch windows breaking.

But the quiet corner of the lobby contrasts sharply with it. Brando, Haruzer, Her Royal Highness, and those knights seemed to be completely unaffected by the shaking ground.

Brando looked at the nobles who had fallen out of the broken arch window, and he knew that it was not that Cader had experienced an earthquake. It was the shaking of his heart. The root of all this is probably the letter from Princess Griffin. Viscount Cadel must have experienced the same scene and was impressed.

The words of Her Royal Highness were like a sharp sword pierced into his heart.

Brandomo remained silent, and the voice in his heart screamed: "Quick, kill everyone!"

But Brando pressed the hilt of his sword and ignored him.

It was at this time that a scream came from outside the palace. He turned back. Seeing that the crowd that had just flowed out now fell back again, there were countless soldiers wearing red and white jerseys outside Jinten Palace. These soldiers were covered in armor. Their heads and faces were wrapped under metal masks. They held sharp swords and killed people when they saw them. In a blink of an eye, Jinten Palace was already bleeding.

"How can this be!" The little prince stood behind Princess Griffin and saw the scene, his face was scared, and he could not help crying, "Who are they?"

"It's Archduke Enrique!" Princess Griffin took a breath, and raised her head to stare at Brando: "Catch Viscount Cadell, before Archduke Enrique arrives!"

How could these soldiers be under the authority of Archduke Enrique.

Regardless of the previous life or the present, the noble army under Enlec will never wear red and white shirts, not to mention in Brando's memory, the banquet of the day did not happen at all. The **** smell that has been lingering on his nose seems to be turned into reality because of the scene now, becoming more intense and pungent. The smell of scorching smell gradually occupied his sense of smell.

Brando looked up, and saw the flames burn out from the ceiling, as if it was only a moment, the whole hall became a sea of ​​fire.

This is the dream of Viscount Cadel, everything in that day's dream. It has now been repaired a little bit by him and Haruze and reappeared in their dreams.

At the side of Princess Griffin, the two knights rushed at him, and Haruzer rushed to try to stop one of them, but the 'little princess' almost carried herself in a skirt.

Brando pulled out the sword of the earth, and the black sword was unsheathed. Like a black man. But he felt that the sword was much heavier than usual. This was because his strength was even less than 10% of the average weekday, almost like a silver top.

Fortunately, Brando had already expected this. The strength in the dream was determined by the dream master, which means that he now represents Viscount Cadell of the day. However, the superior strength of silver is too wasteful in the year when the glory of the wind elves returns.

The two knights rushed over all had the level of gold. No wonder Princess Griffin dare not hide his cold eyes. In any era, the gap between the peak of silver and the center of gold cannot be bridged. Of course, Exclude some of the geniuses.

Brando is not a genius, but the wisdom and experience he has accumulated from millions of people, such as his swordsmanship. Although he can only confront the enemy with Viscount Cardel, this does not mean that he has lost all his advantages.

As soon as the two knights approached, before the sword came out, Brando's blade was already one step ahead of them. The dark steel blade cut through the air, and the side of the fire shining with the cold cold light, cut into the vision of the two in an instant.

The two knights looked surprised, they did not even see how Brando came out with the sword. Before the second jihad, the knight sword of the wind elves was both offensive and defensive, because the dark dragons were mostly shaped by dark magic. Obviously, the exchange of life with these cheap cannon fodder is a worthwhile thing, not to mention that the war at that time was far from being so cold and brutal.

So Brando ’s swordplay seemed to them crazy, but the crazy swordsmanship of this crazy guy was obviously far above them. The two knights had to take a step back, but Brando had already grasped it keenly. Had a chance.

He followed, and a sword swept over the elven sword in the hands of one of the knights. When the sound of a crisp sound was heard, the upper part of the sword broke directly and flew out to insert it on a table. When did the knight see such a barbarous behavior, he in heavy armor retreated back and forth, and Brando pursued it until another knight seized the opportunity and stabbed him with a sword.

But Brando didn't even turn around. The snow-silver elf sword pierced his body as if piercing a phantom.

Instead of a pause, the phantom turned around and swept with a sword. With a bang, the elf knight's helmet suddenly flew up.

Below was a face of Brando's very strange elf.

But presumably Viscount Cadell himself should be impressed.

"Amazing after the wind !?" Princess Griffin was slightly surprised: "Cadre, when are you ..."

Princess Griffin certainly did not know the Jiuhou Jiufeng after the wind, and Brando briefly groaned to understand that this was the memory of Cader's trouble. This was not the surprise of the long princess, but the surprise of that guy. At this time he had broken through the defenses of the two knights, stepped closer to the princess, and grabbed each other's wrists.

The long princess struggled a little, but couldn't break away. She raised her head, bit her lip and stared at him coldly. Almost all of the silver eyes were gushing fire: "Kader ... you can kill immediately if you have the ability Got me. "

"Killing you, Archduke Enrique will always be charged with conspiracy against the Emperor, right?" Brando glanced at her for a moment, as if he suddenly understood a lot of things.

Princess Griffin almost froze and looked up at him.

"Annek is a member of the Return of All Things, Your Royal Highness. Your plan is right in his arms. He doesn't really care about the throne, he just wants to subvert the kingdom." Brando whispered softly.

He glanced at Betis: "Do you think there is your sister?"

Her Royal Highness also glanced at Betis by her side. The look in her silver eyes was very complicated, but her tone had softened: "You killed me and let Betis go. She really likes you ..."

"No!" Brando heard the voice mourn in his heart again: "She's lying to you, she's with her abominable sister!"

"This poor guy."

As soon as Brando's heart drank, he glanced at the princess. The princess's look was weak for a moment, but then he calmed down. Then he glanced at Haruzer and glanced at the soldiers in red and white shirts who were pouring into the hall.

Although he had never experienced this scene, it was so similar to his memory. The nobles had already died, but they did n’t know where they were. Even though they knew they were in a dream, Brando was still a little worried.

"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Haruzer was puzzled.

Brando smiled at him and didn't answer, but at this moment, his mind was ready.

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