Vol 5 Chapter 207

"Hanlu Manor?" Brando tapped on the table with his fingertips and replied thoughtfully: "Delphin hasn't inquired about the place where the old school of the Holy See Walla and the Temple of Fire was being held. If it is not a suspected soldier, suppose that one of the Prince's old mansion and Hanlu Manor is where the prison is, then the other ... "

In fact, since the Silver Queen split the temple, one of the factions represented by Walla is called the old faction, while the other is naturally the innovative faction represented by the sect.

"Jane is right there." There was a slight flash of light in Matissa's silver eyes, and he understood what he wanted to express.

"Lord Lord, do we have to act?" She asked immediately.

Brando shook his head. "It's best to investigate first." He replied that although this place does look very likely, it cannot rule out the traps or doubts set by the Queen of Silver. "Tonight and I ..."

"Brando, let me go!"

Before he could finish, he was cut off by Faina.

The young lady with the flower-leaf collar blurted out almost without thinking, and then she seemed to realize what she was saying. She saw Brando and Meditis looking at her with a stunned look on their faces, as if they were burning. Red It must be hot: "... I, I mean, I'm very familiar with it."

"Kaina, don't you seem to sneak in?" Brando couldn't help asking.

"Dive in and covert operations, the teacher taught me, but ..." Faina whispered.

"Just no actual combat experience, right?"

Faina blushed and insisted: "Even if I don't have actual combat experience, I can still do well."

"This is not an outing, my young lady."

"I know ..." Fayina blinked slightly, her voice weakening: "I ... I can stay outside. I know there are a few unknown trails ..."

"That won't work," Brando said, shaking his head. "It's not safe. According to our plan, non-combatants should try to avoid participating in the war."

Faina had to shut her mouth and stared at Brando with blue eyes.

Just when Brando thought she was going to make Miss Young lose her temper, the former bit her lower lip. Whispered: "I see ..."

This contrast surprised Brando. In his mind, the impression of the young lady still rested on the image of the ruthless little wayward princess in the ring of trade winds. He had been prepared for the other party to lose his temper. But I didn't expect that the last sentence was 'I got it', making him feel like he was punching cotton.

He couldn't help but glance at the other side with some vigilance, and this attitude he saw most in a person-that is, Miss Merchant. Because generally speaking, when young Roman had to bow his head, he always spoke nicely, but in practice, it was basically another set of opposites, and repeated teachings did not change, which made him a headache.

Fortunately, he knew Faina would not be so unruly. This young lady has her own pride and disdains to play with these careful thoughts.

Regarding the conversation between the two, if Metissa watched the fire on the side, the silver elf princess glanced at Faina, smiled mysteriously, and then suggested to Brando: "Master, in fact, in my opinion Maybe it's better to bring Miss Faina. "

Brando froze slightly. Unexpectedly, Metisha would suddenly collapse.

"Metisha?" He looked back at her, as if to make sure he was joking.

Faina also looked up at this time. Glancing at Meditza in a chair with a stunned glance.

"Because Ms. Sidney is not suitable for entering the city, her goal is too conspicuous," said Metisha with a smile. She can be said to be the longest follower of Brando except Shire, and she saw herself through at a glance. Lord Lord ’s thoughts, so you can talk about it: "Suppose this is the trap of the Silver Queen. Then her target may be Ms. Sidney, not Miss Faina, because she has the opportunity these days, is n’t it? Why bother doing this. "

Brando suddenly came to his senses. This was backward thinking. The silver queen uses Vala as a bait, so her goal is likely to be the sacred statue of the lion's shrine, as Meditis said; she also has an urgent motivation to get the holy sword Odysseus for her integration and control of inflammation The most important step of the Temple, in his own camp, in addition to his Odin successor, I am afraid that Sidney is most important to Her Majesty.

Relatively speaking, the ownership of the flower-leaf collar is really not that important to her.

In this case, if Sidney could not enter the capital, he would indeed need to choose one from the two people who are familiar with the capital, Delphien and Faina, compared with Faina a little bit. It's more suitable. Although neither of them has much ability to protect themselves, she is at least a Veronica student and has excellent sword skills.

And the prime minister Qianjin has been no different from an ordinary person since taking the fountain of youth with side effects. In fact, in this era when the magic tide has begun to deepen the impact on the entire world in all aspects, she may not have any power. Not even ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but look at Faina.

"Are you okay?"

"Then you have to ask Miss Faina if she's ready," Meditha replied earnestly. "This is a dangerous job."

"I'm fine!" Faina hurriedly replied, "I will protect myself. Don't forget who you are, my student."

Brando looked at the young lady like this. In fact, he really wanted to vomit that your teacher himself was being held in Mossburgh at this moment, but considering his respect for the lady in charge of the regiment, he couldn't bear to give the other face Smeared, forbearance did not say.

He sighed. Although this may not be the best option, at least it is not the worst, and he thought that could only be the case.

At this time, someone happened to knock on the door outside the room, making the door beep. Brando subconsciously glanced at the sky and wondered who might be outside the door. Faina turned to open the door and found Sidney with a serious face standing outside the door.

Because Brando promised to help the lady repair the holy sword Odysseus, she appeared on time almost every day at this time, not a minute earlier. It won't be a minute late, and over time, everyone else is used to it.

But in addition to the lady of the lion's holy palace today, there is still Delphien who just went upstairs.

The prime minister Qian Jin's face looked like a smile, but the uneasy look in her eyes made Faina a little uncomfortable, and she stepped back subconsciously.

"Ms. Sidney. Delphine, you are here." Brando greeted him.

Delphin smiled slightly, saying that he just happened to pass by.

Brando turned his head and looked at the expressionless Sidney: "Ms. Sidney."

"Excuse you, Mr. Count," the voice of the lady of the lion's shrine was as plain as water: "Can you take the time?"

Brando nodded. He had promised the other party as early as the Port of Fattan, and once the battle in Port Fattan was over, he helped her repair the Holy Sword Odysseus. The battle of Fattan Port is now a victory. Naturally, he would not make any excuses, not to mention that he himself was also very interested in the legendary flaming blade.

Seeing this, Meditha quickly got up and winked at Faina, and went out with the young lady with the floral collar, although Delphin always stood outside the door, but she did not intend to enter the door, as if she was like her. Allegedly, she just happened to pass by when she went upstairs.

It wasn't until Ms. Sidney entered the room that Metisya took the door. Then he looked up and looked at Delphin.

The prime minister was a little stunned. Asked with some emotion: "Do you have anything to say to me, Miss Medisas?"

"I thought you would betray us as soon as you returned to the capital." Matissa said softly.

"But I didn't, didn't I," Delphin smiled. "We had a good time working together in Port Fattan, Miss Medina. Why don't you choose to continue to believe me?"

"Because I can't feel sincere on you," Medisat replied, "The elf can tell the hearts of those who have speculation. This is actually a silver elf. I can't guess your mind, Miss Delphine. But I I know you don't have good intentions. "

"You're a silver elf, Miss Medina?"

But Metisha ignored her.

Delphine sighed: "So I don't understand what you want to say, Miss Metisha, you should understand that not half of everything I do now is against you."

"Master Lord thinks that the contradiction between you and him is just a misunderstanding. He admires you very much. This appreciation is the same as Ms. Missreal. However, this does not mean that I will be softened because of this." Afterwards, she rarely showed such a face in front of outsiders: "I just want to repeat what I said last time--"

"Don't give me a chance to let my spear pierce your heart," she said coldly, staring at Delphin's eyes, "tas-la-giem, eternal revenge, uncompromising— —I swear by the old saying of the silver elves, you should have heard it. "

"Oath of vendetta," Delphin's purple eyes flashed.

...

It was dark outside the window, and the candlelight was shining inside.

Sidney pronounced a spell, then stretched out her right hand, as if holding a sword handle in the void, she slowly pulled to the right, and pulled out a sharp sword, a sword full of cracks and scars, from the void. The blade of the sword has long been broken, and the shiny metallic shards are suspended in the space, still maintaining the shape of the sword, and the edge of the sharp blade occasionally flashes a dark red light.

This is the Holy Sword Odysseus.

Brando has seen this scene many times, but he still cannot be shocked every time. This is the present form of the Holy Sword. It has already died with the departure of the King of Fire, so the craftsmen cannot recast its body, and The shard of the Flame Blade that Sidney brought out of the temple is actually only more memorable for the followers of the Flame Temple. After all, it was passed by the hand of the King of Flame, Gilt, but in essence, There is no difference in ordinary long sword fragments.

He has only recently learned this secret, which makes him wonder if the sword of the earth in his hands is the same. Although Harangia is more complete, Sidney tells him that if the blade of the flame remains intact in the physical realm, Power is not inferior to the sword of the earth. As time goes on, the legendary faith permeates the sword body, transforming it from mortal things into a powerful ancient holy sword. We must know that Eke's Lion Heart holy sword was once only one of his most common Only sabre.

Human hearts converge to form beliefs, and fame and fortune create legends. Potentially powerful desires and the magic of words and words inscribe this worldly thing into the world of laws, so ancient things can exist.

Sidney let go of his hand and motioned for him to come.

Brando was already familiar with it, reaching out to take the hilt of the holy sword from the lady, and a sense of familiarity responded from the sword. In fact, as early as Fatham Port, he recognized himself by the soul of Odysseus. Injected it once into the Shard of the Divine Sword, and at that time he established an associative connection with the Law of the Flame Blade.

But repairing Odysseus was not that simple. The soul of the Holy Sword fell asleep because its projection in the world of laws was fragmented, and the reason for its fragmentation in the world of laws was due to the lack of faith, that is, the loss of existence. Relying on this world.

Although the ancient soul now wakes up and recognizes him again, his present form still has no support.

The formation of a belief, the birth of a legend is by no means a certain person can support, even if Brando has mastered the soul of Odysseus, it can not give birth to the new blade.

All he has to do is get back its glory.

He grasped the hilt of Yan's Blade, and the ancient soul in his body immediately resonated with his surviving form of the world, forming a lot of illusions in front of his eyes ...

What made it a legend, made its name on the earth, proclaimed it, and made this holy sword exist in this world?

So, what is the pride of the sword?

It was once the sacred sword of the Temple of Fire, and the King of Fire used it to open an era. The pure flames separated the dark thorns and burned a path in despair.

But what Brando saw in the illusion was not the most glorious moment of the King of Flames-on the plain of St. White, he declared the end of an unprecedented and huge empire. From this moment, all injustice and oppression were declared to be over. Odysseus Blaze in his hands, shining brightly under the sun penetrating the clouds.

What he saw was everything burning in flames, palaces and cities, this scene seemed to have known each other. The pair of unyielding eyes, the burning anger in their eyes, what burned into the ashes in the flame, was ridiculous arrogance.

What gave birth to the indomitable flame was resistance under oppression. It existed, announcing that everyone can hold their destiny tightly.

This is the golden flame, symbolizing the vows of struggle and uncompromising.

‘So I give it to the world, not the empire—’

This is the way of Jin Yan.

…… (To be continued, please search for floating astronomy, novels are better and faster!

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