Vol 6 Chapter 318

"Delfin? Miss Delfin!"

The distant sound seemed to come from another world, faint.

Prime Minister Qian Jin slowly opened his eyes, those eyes were as deep and beautiful as amethyst. The first thing she saw was the sunlight that was slightly dazzling through the shade of the tree. It was the sunlight after noon. It dyed the layers of leaves to light yellow and tender green. The veins of the branches and leaves were clearly visible in the sunlight, and the forest was wavy. With a dull and monotonous bug.

She frowned, as if she was remembering something, but her heart swiftly appeared on her face. Delphin took a short breath and blinked before he could see the eyes staring at him not far away.

"Lord Lord."

"Are you okay?" Brando looked at Delphin, who looked pale as if he had taken it out of the water, noticing her subconscious flinching movement, wondering if she had just woke up from a nightmare.

"Can you help me up, Lord Lord."

Brando stared at her for a moment and nodded

He reached out to support her shoulders, lifted her up, and leaned against a rock. Delphine was almost soaked in sweat, pale, and he was recovering from a serious illness. He just looked up and stared at the former with a stunned look.

Brando was somewhat uncomfortable by her, and she could not help lowering her head to avoid the latter's eyes, but her eyes were exactly the white slender neck of the girl. Did the slightly dazzling skin appear slightly transparent in the sun? The lower capillaries are also clearly visible.

"Does it look good?" Delphin asked suddenly, quietly.

"Keke"

"I still don't understand."

"What do you not understand?" Brando frowned.

"I don't understand what you think."

"I?"

"Master, isn't there a little bit of heartbeat?" Delphin looked into Brando's eyes, his eyes a little blurred: "I'm already your mistress, aren't I?"

She raised her hand to stop Brando's words: "I understand that Lord Lord is so scared of me because this is a viper-hearted woman, right?"

Brando frowned, and he could hear a sense of depression from Delphine's tone, and he rarely saw the prime minister in his usual days.

"No. Miss Delphin"

"I understand that it is pity, and with some guilt, you want to pity me. Give me, because you have my body, you want to be responsible to me, right?"

Brando froze slightly.

Delphin shook his head slightly, and a deep light was shining in the purple eyes: "How ridiculous. In fact, if you are in the Empire, I will definitely not look at you as a weak person. Lord Lord, Elman is more determined than you It ’s so cold, that ’s why I chose him. ”

Brando can't help but be upset by this woman's description. Although he may not care about some of her values ​​and opinions, he is still a man after all.

Seeing Brando's face, the prime minister flashed a little surprise in his eyes: "It seems I'm offending you, Lord Lord."

"No, Miss Delphin. Even if someone is ten thousand times colder than me, it is not worthy of envy. In fact, it is the opposite." How could Brando admit that he was actually eating.

Delphin sighed suddenly: "Yes, that's really not your envy."

Brando froze.

"Because they have become the past one by one, just like me. The empire that was once invincible is now falling apart. What I am pursuing now, what is left?"

Delphin asked quietly, "Perhaps it's really ridiculous, it should be an unknown woman like me."

Brando saw her expression low. I have a feeling in my heart, knowing that the experience these days has affected her, after all, an ordinary person is even the eldest daughter of the prime minister's family, and her original insights and plots. How can it be that the class she represents?

At this moment, he suddenly realized that perhaps the most precious wealth left to him by his experience in two lifetimes was not the highest authority known as the 'system', but the one that protected him from history and the present. Limited, able to see directly through the future and confused vision.

Everyone While everyone in this world is entangled in their own destiny and what they see and hear, he has already stood at the junction of history and the future.

because. He had witnessed the coming of such an era with his own eyes.

It was the past, the present and the future, and they had no secrets in his eyes.

So in the dark ages, a king came, he knew everything, and the world was no secret in his eyes.

And perhaps this is the most important wealth that Martha has spared in disrupting the flow of time and passing on to the selected candidates.

Brando could not help but release his palm subconsciously. There, in his palm, there was a light ball of faint green light, which shone, green like a dream, and the light flowed in his palm.

Delphien was attracted by the light, and she looked up, staring at the light ball in Brando's hand: "This is the orb of nature?"

Brando nodded.

"Master Martha gave it to you?"

Brando was stunned again, and could not help but reappear the scene at that time:

When Martha answered all these softly, the space was quiet, and the silence fell so audible. Brando felt his brain messed up, but he was speechless.

God people are earth people, then as a pure earth man, it seems that everything has a reasonable explanation.

After a while, he stuttered and said, "So I am the only person with the highest authority except Roman?"

Martha whispered softly.

She said softly:

"So do you understand, my child, now you will be the only hope in this world, and until that day, the fate of Warnde will depend on your choice."

Martha's voice seemed as soft and peaceful as ever, but Brando frowned. "I don't understand, Master Martha, I don't understand!"

"Since the days of Azure, haven't the gods died to create an era of mortals? Amber is the sacred sword that mortals dominate the destiny, but if the world's survival is still in the hands of someone, how can it be Is it our self-help? "

"If," he couldn't help but raise his voice: "If there is a day, there will no longer be such a savior in this world. Where will all people go from then? Who will fight against the Twilight Dragon at that time? If this It is the future we foresee, so what's the point of its existence? "

"Master Martha, are we doing everything. Just to get everything to the beginning?"

Suddenly, Brando was at a loss. If all this world needs is a supreme king and a savior, what is the difference between his choice and the silver queen?

What qualifications does he have to accuse the Silver Queen of doing everything wrong?

Odin the Dark Dragon and the Four Sages. What is the significance of the dedication of countless sages?

No, all of this may not be the case.

He could not help looking up, and seemed to want the answer on the mother's face.

However, Martha just looked at him and smiled slightly.

"That's fine, my child," she suddenly raised her hands, holding a crown of light in her palms: "It's really good, maybe one day you will remember what you said today."

"what?"

Martha interrupted him softly:

"Brando. You have to understand that for this war, it has only just begun. An Arkanto is nothing, the crisis is far from over, and the Twilight Dragon has understood that this is just a trap And I never put the final throne here "

"And when he turned his eyes to Vaund, this war would really come. Even though its body was still sealed by the saints of mortals, it still has millions of minions."

"Grab in front of the Dragon of Dusk and find the seat of the final cymbal. With the key of destiny, open the way to the future."

"Who will control the fate of mortals," Martha's eyes were gentle and nostalgic: "Brando, it's up to you to choose."

"Master Martha?"

She has lowered her hands gently.

"Brando. My child, maybe one day you will be king."

"On that day, I will crown you in the clouds and bathe you, the mountains, the nations, and the nations, all voices will call you the king."

"Your throne is above the destiny of fire separation. At the pinnacle of the ancient sages, you will be the sole ruler of this scepter, the master of the worlds and realms, the king of Warnde."

"When that day comes, Brando, please follow your inner voice, and at that moment you will understand everything."

Brando looked up and watched Martha lower the crown gently, letting him feel the heavy weight of the crown.

Words, child, "Martha's tone was more serious than ever:" If you want to wear a crown, you must bear it. "

She lowered her hand gently and finally glanced at him.

Then the mother of all living things slowly turned around and walked forward.

"Master Martha!" Brando trembled slightly, as if he understood something.

"Farewell, my child. Next, the fate of the world will be linked to you."

Martha smiled slightly, as if she walked into a white light, her figure gradually drifted away in the light, and finally turned into a scattered light spot.

Brando stared at the scene stupidly, and in the light he seemed to see many, many people and things. They slowly came to him and said goodbye one by one.

"Remember me, Sophie, I'm Crystal, and the future will be indefinite."

"Little guy, do you understand now, what is the blood of the source?" The man laughed. "What blood is dark to you?"

He patted his shoulder: "Take care of Roman and take on the manly responsibility."

Finally, a young girl with a long green ankle came to him and looked at him quietly: "Sophie, I know you can't remember the days we spent together now, but don't forget the truth council Take care of yourself. "

"Goddess" Brando blurted out.

But he closed his mouth immediately, and looked at the woman who was suddenly blocking himself in front.

"Princess Mamagdal?"

"You might as well call me the thirteenth project," a woman's face resembling a goddess princess showed with a stubborn smile, she shook her head and replied, "But forget it, it's all past anyway. Things, and the plan itself is nothing more than an eye-catching thing. "

"You are" Brando suddenly responded.

"Tell her, forget me," the woman smiled freely. "I just hope she can be happy."

The woman bent down and gave him a gift: "Thirteenth, I'll say goodbye to you, Mr. Sophie."

Each figure disappeared.

The space seemed to be quiet again.

Brando looked up, only to see the light spots falling in the sky, between his shoulders and his hands. He subconsciously held up his hands and gathered into a ball of light in the palm of his hands.

The ball of light flickered.

Green is the light of dreams.

(To be continued.)

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