Vol 5 Chapter 209

The void faded like tide.

The night was sinking like water, the windows were open, the curtains were dancing like ghosts, the candles went out when I did not know, and the moonlight poured into the room like silver drills.

"Do you believe her?" Sidney asked after a long silence.

Brando was silent. "She didn't tell lies."

But that's it. Failure to tell lies doesn't mean good intentions, lies don't mean intentionally sinister, and there can be deadly traps behind the truth.

Neither of them is a rookie, and both understand this.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Our plan is going to change a bit," Brando replied. "I'll go to Charles and Medfis, and Ms. Sidney will trouble you to inform the ladies."

The statue of the maiden of the lion's sanctuary is nodding.

Outside the window, there was a giant shadow of the imperial capital.

However, it is not the prosperous soil that proliferates under the shadow. Since the beginning of the civil war, the prosperous aura has long since faded from this millennium city, leaving only unspoken wounds.

People living here do n’t understand why the empire is fighting. Most of them have not even heard the name Maldos. Although missionaries distribute leaflets on the street every day, they also need to attend forced worship every week. Meeting, preaching the justice and so-called history of Her Majesty.

But that's too far away.

They don't understand why they are involved in this whirlpool for an empty goal. The sages are wrong? How is that possible?

The pride of the Queen of Fire is based on justice, how can they inherit the dark empire of the past?

What qualifications?

They don't understand why they kill each other for all this.

This is an empire's civil war, and the blood of Cruz is flowing.

Every day someone dies, it's the wife's husband, the parents' children. The father of the child, a close friend of another.

More people were missing on the battlefield and no news was heard.

Some of their relatives died in the hands of the Lions of Georgendagan and Toquinin, but the Queen did not give them the corresponding glory, but called them traitors.

Many people thank the eldest son secretly for this reason. There was also the Earl of Eruin, whom they had never met before, because the two had avenged them.

These people were later taken out of the witches and put on a gallows, because they were treasonous against the enemy.

Life is getting harder.

Many people miss the days before, this empire has inexhaustible supplies, everyone lives very well, is proud to be an empire, and does not have to bear the pain of loss.

And now, glory is no longer. The goods that are delivered to the imperial capital every day have to be given priority to the celebration of His Majesty.

The aristocracy's circle is still talking about the upcoming Countess's engagement ceremony, but at the bottom of this empire, the enthusiasm fades day by day.

Until one day, all voices were silent.

Only silent expression remained in the darkness.

The road to the goal.

At eight o'clock, all kinds of silhouettes began to appear on the dark and dark streets.

They wear different clothes, some are poor, some are tailors. Some are candlemakers, tanners or butchers, and even lower-level officials and soldiers.

But the only thing in common is. They were silent.

As if a group of ghosts.

The two on-duty City Guard soldiers looked at the scene and felt trembling if they saw the legendary ghost.

"There are more people today ..." one of the soldiers murmured uneasily.

"Where are the cavalry patrols, why no one cares ...?"

"Don't be kidding, do they dare to care, then those soft-footed shrimp will dare to bully themselves."

"But. Captain ..."

"Shhhh, whisper, did you forget the gate guard?"

The soldier who spoke felt a chill behind him and subconsciously shut his mouth.

He certainly remembers that person, still a young man. Not very grouped, the other party just scattered the rally of these people, a week ago his body was found in the woods outside the city.

Because the murderer could not be traced, it was finally left.

He also heard that the number of missing guards has recently increased. Although the news is only circulating in private, occasionally the words revealed are still disturbing to the soldiers at the bottom of the city guard.

"Come on," said the captain again, indignantly: "What good is it that we care so much? My brother died in Azeruta, what happened to him? His majesty called them a traitor, and I would never believe that he would betray us. Now, it ’s better. The **** palace director still wanted to investigate me as a reason. Do n’t I know he just wanted to arrange a place for his nephew? "

He took a sigh of indignation.

The soldier was silent.

He wanted to refute, but didn't know what to say. Couldn't the captain be right, the fact is happening right now.

He even thought that maybe it was better to lose the job. The atmosphere in the city was strange day by day, and maybe he would lose his head for that day.

But if you lose this job, what should you do? Every day is harder and harder. The slums are already starving to death. If he has no job, what should he use to support his family?

It was like an inextricable knot that was suffocating.

Why is this so.

What happened to the Empire?

"The empire is ill ..." A man in a robe, with his head hidden behind him, passed by the two of them and looked back at them. The snake-like pupil made them shudder. The other side seemed to be very satisfied with the resentment in the eyes of the soldier, leaving this After a word, went away.

"Crazy!" The captain cursed.

The soldier hurried to hold him.

"You don't have to pull me, I don't know anything like this kind of people," the captain said indignantly. "Don't believe his words. Although the days are very fucking, these underdogs are even more unreliable."

The soldier looked silently in the direction of the man's departure.

Is Empire really sick?

But if the Empire were not sick, how could everything be like this.

"Setti!"

The candlemaker's daughter heard someone whispering her name in the crowd, and turned around, only to see Arce's figure. He was a handsome young man, and she loved her.

"Al!"

Seti then returned to her own myth. She would like to ask Al, if the empire was really sick, or why her brother would die in the south.

Why is there a war?

But she understood that Al didn't like to discuss these with himself. He actually hated those believers, but he hated it all the more.

"The ritual is about to begin." Al waved at her: "This way."

Seti nodded quickly. Pushed the crowd away and followed.

...

"Today ... we are here ... will end ..."

"all of these……"

The shouting voice came on and off.

The crowd gathered more and more, and some guys in black robes were speaking impassionedly, and the commotion rippled along the crowd like a ripple of water.

Brando and his team walked across the street, watching all this silently.

They were a group of five people, including Charles, Brando, Modesfis, and Andreig, and finally followed Faina, all wearing long capes and hoods. They seemed to be speaking in the field. Those people have the same spirit.

In fact, they have been mistaken for those people many times along the way. The surrounding citizens respected them, which was an unexpected coincidence.

"This is the capital of the Empire, it's great," Charr admired. "It's a well-deserved name. Those guys really have a set of inspirational methods, and they will soon catch up with my charm magic."

"It wasn't like this before ..." Faina didn't look so good. Although she was born in Mehotolphin, she studied and grew up in this city. This empire's proud city has now become like this, and she feels uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid something will happen." Shire couldn't help shaking his head.

Brando felt something in his mind. But he was a little strange why the city guards and the patrol cavalry would be indifferent. Could it be said that the silver queen could not even control under his eyes?

Didn't she have a witch for her?

"kill him……"

"This queen's running dog!"

A loud noise came from the front street.

Brando waited for a moment, but found that the crowd in front had gathered together, and seemed to be surrounded by people in the middle, being punched and kicked by the people around them.

"Charle, separate them."

"Lord Lord. We don't have to take extra steps."

"They're standing in the way we must go," Brando answered angrily.

Shire shrugged, stretched out five fingers to recite a mantra, and an invisible force spread out around his palm, letting the citizens involuntarily separate left and right.

Show the two people surrounded by the center and look at their clothing. It should be a patrol.

One of them was okay, while the other was lying on the ground, already dying.

After the red-eyed citizens were separated by Shire, they wanted to go up again, but after finding a group of Brando people, they stopped involuntarily.

"Speaking of which, who chose this business," Shir could not help but admire. "It was unexpectedly correct."

"Don't you say this robe doesn't look good at first sight?"

"Ah," Charles said suddenly, "Master, this is your original idea."

Brando was too lazy to pay attention to him, he came to the identity of the two, and the injured inspection knight struggled to stand up and yelled at them:

"You **** cultists, I don't need your pity. You killed Shire, you have the ability to kill me!"

"Well," Fayina couldn't help laughing, though she had been feeling uneasy.

"This unfortunate egg has the same name as you." Brando also teased.

"Shut your crow's mouth—" Charles felt his face lost, and angered the knight. "Your friend is not dead."

"what did you say?"

"I said your friend has a breath," Charles said uneasily. "If you don't want him to die, hurry up and take him to the doctor!"

The knight's face changed, and he could no longer scold Brando and others. Although he looked at Charles with a little doubt, he chose to believe the other's words, and hurriedly carried his companion and limped away .

Brando looked at the back of the two, and looked at the inexplicable eyes around him, as well as the faces of those who were distorted by hatred, and shook his head.

Faina was right, the emperor was not originally like this, he has also been here, in another world.

At that time, it was a land of prosperity. Although the paper was drunk, it was not the lifeless look at the moment.

What exactly caused all this?

He was suddenly downcast.

"Char, why do you say we are fighting?"

"Naturally, it was for Elu," Charles replied, "What's wrong with this?"

"The Silver Queen also has her own ideas," Brando replied. "What she did may not be wrong, but what?"

"It turns out that what she did was wrong," Charles replied, "isn't everything in front of you the best proof?"

"However, we fought for Eru, and brought Eruin the same war," Brando looked back at the earliest subordinate who followed him, and asked, "We never lost arms and legs in the war. But some people lost everything in the war. For them, is everything we do right? "

"Well ..."

"This is a ridiculous question," Andreig couldn't help but interject at such times, and she mocked Brando with disdain: "Someone has a knife holder around your neck, and you still have time to discuss war with him Is it right or wrong? "

"It's all about life and death."

The war for resistance and survival is indeed just.

However, the fall of Eruin may be a necessity of history, but he chose this way at the expense of many people.

Does everything I do really stand up?

Brando couldn't help echoing this questioning voice repeatedly.

"Brando," Faina said at this time, "the question has the best answer right now."

Brando looked at the young lady puzzledly.

"If you look at these people, you will understand that what you do brings to those who benefit from it, and what the Queen does, what do they bring to them?" Fayina replied: "at a glance. . "

"The teacher once taught me that the advancement of history and the advancement of civilization are for the pursuit of happiness."

"To protect everything like this, people never sacrifice."

Brando suddenly felt a little enlightened.

This may be the true meaning of Jin Yan Tao.

The purpose of the struggle is not to kill and hate, but to chase and guard for something better.

Fir collar, Tonigel, and Eruin—

Is he confident to make this country better?

Yes.

He is confident.

That being the case, we can move forward.

At that moment Brando suddenly showed a double image, and he suddenly saw the scene he had seen in Valhalla.

In the light, Martha put his hand to his shoulder, pointed to his forehead, and said to him:

"I will give you wings made of light, so I can refer to you as king."

"Someday I will be glorified by you."

This is glory--

He raised his head, and the conviction contained in the sword of the flame was completely clear in his heart.

"Let's go," Brando replied. "Before Hanlu Manor."

"Let's meet with Her Majesty—"

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

...