Vol 6 Chapter 501

As soon as the Sadr Witch beckoned, the Lionheart Sword fell from the air and landed on his hand. He raised his sword and watched it carefully-the afternoon sun was passing through the gap between the blinds, forming a long and narrow strip of light, which just fell on the blade.

The dazzling sword body shone with dazzling luster.

After watching it for a moment, Sadr the witch said: "This sword is the saber of Lion King Aike before his death. It is said that this sword is a symbol of ideals. It will choose those who have the same lofty faith; But few people know that this sword is cast from the fragments of the holy sword Odysseus, and the soul of the holy sword is dormant in the sword body. Its first owner was the chief of the Yan knight, and later The ancestor of Jun Eke— "

"About seven centuries ago, this sword was lost from the Cruzians and came to this barren land in the south; but not as described in history, the emperor Eke stole the sword from the Cruzians. Holy sword, it might as well be said to be a widow left before the death of the King of Flames, the establishment of Eruin, the involvement of the wind elves, all the purpose, but to conceal a greater secret. "

As he said, he turned the blade and put the Lionheart Sword flat on the desk. "And this sword is the key to that secret."

After all, Sadr Witch looked up and looked at Antitina. His eyes were like a sword, but Antitina frowned slightly, her face unmoved.

There was another scene in her mind--

She faintly remembered the scene of the summer night of that year, the light of the witch's seat shrouded in the southern sky.

A bright strip of light ran across the center of the night, starry like weaving, trillions of starlights dangled from the sky, as if shining into the deepest glory of memory. It was the courtyard in his own house, and the Braggs River sparkling in the distance.

"Dad, is that sword really that powerful?"

"Of course," Viscount Uchimatsu smiled and touched his daughter's head. "So Annie, you have to grow up quickly."

"why?"

Viscount Uchimatsu smiled and did not speak.

He rubbed his daughter's head again, the little angrily throwing away his father's hand.

"Annie." Viscount Uchimatsu remembered something.

"Ok?"

"Remember what I told you yesterday?"

"Well, I remember, my grandfather said that we are descendants of Elkan III, an heir to the Siphage family. My real name is Moria-Etarina-De-Siphach."

Viscount Uchimatsu smiled and patted her small shoulder: "You must remember, although this name may not be used in your life, but the blood of the prince Ek flowing in our body determines us For the responsibility of this kingdom-- "

"responsibility?"

"That one day, when Eru needs us to come forward, I hope you will be brave."

"I'll be brave," the little girl's eyes flickered. "Dad."

"Okay," Viscount Uchimatsu laughed. "Let's go, mother is calling us ... by the way, I will take you to the suburban villa when I have time."

"Really?"

"Of course, talk!"

But he didn't say anything--

Antitina bit her lip. In her memory, shortly after that, the family sold her property. Life seemed to be suddenly impoverished, and there was no room for fulfillment of that promise.

She waited for a long time, her father disappeared, her mother washed her face in tears, and she lost weight every day, and it was not until many years later that another man took her to fulfill that wish.

But the courtyard in the memory of childhood has long ceased to exist.

The Sadr Witch looked suspiciously at the complex look on Maiden's face, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Antinina's dark eyes were clear again, and gradually became firm.

She looked back from her memories, slowly shook her head, and replied, "It's nothing, just some memories of this sword, my lord."

"what is that?"

"Sir, you should understand the significance of this sword to the descendants of the Cifah family."

Sadr knew it and nodded. "It doesn't matter, we can give you this sword, little girl."

Antitina didn't talk, apparently understood that the two could not be so kind. Sure enough, she just listened to the other party and continued to say, "... But we must get the secret behind this sword, which is not the same as your Sifaher family Relationship-this sword is actually a key, and only the true blood of the royal family can open the door with it. "

He paused and continued: "As a direct descendant of the prince Eke, I don't think you will let us down, right?"

Antitina was silent for a moment.

Either join.

Either die.

This is indeed an easy choice.

For a long time, she said nothing, staring silently at the sword.

The Sadr Witch was not in a hurry, waiting for her answer without saying a word, as if she had already had this in mind.

After a while, Antitina finally looked up and replied word by word: "Understand, as the immediate descendant of the prince Eke, I will not let you down."

The girl took this sentence very seriously.

Unfortunately, neither the Sadr Witch nor Makaro understood.

The former touched the smooth blade of the Lionheart Holy Sword with only one finger, then raised the sword, handed it over, and handed it to her.

But Antitina didn't reach out to pick it up.

"This is your only chance, little girl," Sadr the witch threatened dumbly, "take this sword, or leave here sideways."

Antitina looked at him.

"Yes," she said, "but I have a request."

With a request, Sadr the witch gave a slight hesitation.

But after a moment of hesitation, he nodded his head. Since this little human girl has chosen to give in, he doesn't want to branch out at this time.

"I want to know about you," Antitina asked.

Sadr the witch frowned. "Don't you think it's too big, little girl?"

"I think this is a reasonable request, sir," Antitina replied calmly, "I have proven my worth, but I know nothing about you now."

"That's true."

Sadr the witch nodded, he liked to deal with smart people-especially wise people.

He felt like he was beginning to appreciate the little girl.

"Well, this can be a special case, so what do you want to know?" He replied.

"About the Dragon of Dusk."

Sadr the witch took a breath.

And Antitina was unmoved, and continued, "In the layout of Eruin, it is not just a game of the Sasars, would I be willing to be treated as the lowest chess piece?"

Sadr the witch took a deep look at the little girl-the problem did not exceed his bottom line, but it was beyond his expectation. He didn't know what Antitina was thinking, only thinking that the other party's vision was long-term.

He took a subconscious look at Macaroo, and his heart grew increasingly disappointed.

How can the gap between people be so large?

In fact, it is not that Macaroo is deceitful, but the level of thinking has determined many things.

"Interesting," muttered Sadr Witch. But there is nothing to hide. The Sazard did such a big thing and couldn't hide it if he wanted to hide it-he took two steps in place before he said:

"Actually, the contact between the Sazard and the Twilight Dragon is much closer than you think ..."

"About forty-five years ago, a black dragon named Gwendolyn approached us. It stayed in Oleg for three days and then went to Gusta, where I and Heryanov were together Meet the black dragon. Shortly after that, the Sasardes have a new goal and parted ways with their past colleagues. "

"Queen of the dragon?" Antitina asked.

Sadr Witch nodded slowly.

There was a hint of doubt in the girl's heart: "In just three days, you betrayed the entire silver city because of its words-I'm not stupid, Lord Sadr."

"You look at it too high," Sadr the witch grinned. "Even without this fuse, division is just a long-term inevitable result. The origin of the name Sarsal was originally aristocracy and rule The guardians are the guardians of mystery and knowledge, and those inferior wizards of the Silver Institute have never been all the way. "

"Are there nobles among the Bugatians?"

"Before the days of the Azure Knight, they did exist." Sadr witch's tone was a bit missed.

Antitina tilted her head: "But the purpose of the Twilight Dragon is to destroy our world. Wouldn't you not understand this, and cooperate with it, what can you get from it?"

"This is the story the temple tells you, little girl," Sadr the witch smiled sneer. "They are always so alarmist, in order to reach the purpose of intimidating the world to obey their rule."

He put down the Lionheart Sword and drew a rune with his hand: "The end of twilight is not so much destruction as it is to change the world back to its original form-on the other hand, the creation of Martha, for the people of chaos Why isn't it a dusk? "

"It's a pity that we are not chaotic people," Antitina said sarcastically. "You can't use their eyes to think about problems."

"You can say the same," Sadr the witch spread his hands, not paying attention to the little girl's tone: "But in any case, destruction is a serious word, so please don't use it lightly-it cannot go beyond the dimension of our existence , It is impossible to destroy the universe of this dimension, and the Dusk Dragon cannot do this. "

"In fact, we prefer to use" demolition of an old house "as a metaphor for this ongoing event." He made an analogy. "It will be destroyed in this war, but it is the Tiamat code created by the gods. That's it. "

"Tear down an old house ..." A flash of anger flashed in Antitina's eyes: "But what's the difference? Lost the world that Martha cares about. When the material world fell apart, all existence lost its support. How can you be spared? If everything is lost in the end, what's the point of gaining more now? "

"This is the root of the contradiction." Sadr's witch's tone was unusually calm. "The truth you said applies to most people. But there is another possibility. Chaos is not really nothing, as long as We can break away from existing life forms and we can have eternal life in another sense. "

"Is it becoming part of the dusk?"

"Aren't the demons part of the dusk?"

There was nausea in Ms. Staff's mind about this logic, but she did not dare to refute, and she could only shut her mouth silently.

The Sadr Witch looked at her look, and guessed what she thought, and couldn't help snorting: "You still don't seem to understand, right? This is actually a mortal vision, you are weak Looking at this issue from a different perspective, it is natural for the disadvantaged to feel the same, but what do those people have to do with you? "

He taught Antitina: "Your thought is not a wise mind. This is a world of survival of the fittest. We can live and some people must be eliminated. But this is not because of us. It is because They themselves are too weak-we can choose to save them, or we can choose not to save them, but this is not a moral necessity for us and we have no necessary responsibility for these people. "

Antitina was silent for a moment.

"But the Bugatians are also part of this world," she tried to restrain her tone, but still shed a hint of anger: "You take power from this world, and some of these powers belong to others. So you Strong, some people will be weak because of you, and our ancestors are therefore agreeing to protect the world, and now you are on the side of the dragon of the dusk, how can this not be a responsibility? "

"Common guarding?" Sadr witch smiled wryly, interrupting her: "I must point out that the mortal world ended an internal dispute before seventy days, even without us intervening, When did you really take responsibility for this world-this millennium? "

"That's because mortals don't know about it," Antitina pursed her lips, and finally pressed her somewhat impulsively: "If it weren't for the magic tide, we wouldn't even know that the Dragon of Twilight was about to wake Fact-and the Bugatians have sealed off everything about the past, shouldn't they be held accountable for it? "

Sadr witch sneered: "Do you mean we have an inescapable responsibility for your miserable situation?"

We never asked you anything, but at least not the knife behind it!

Antitina was also extremely angry.

The Buga people once overthrew the Miner with mortals, but the silver people also took most of the heritage since the age of the gods, and assumed themselves as heirs of these heritages. They enclosed these knowledge and secrets about the past in the tower of ivory, and used these knowledge and secrets to build today the kingdom above the floating clouds.

Mortal people are like inferior people who are born to roll in the mud. When the people of silver re-established their glorious kingdom in just a hundred years, mortals were still on the mainland. Struggling and groping, groping to establish their own country.

Therefore, the world knows Cruz, Faenza and Saint-Osor today. They are not Cruz of the Miner, neither Faenzin of the Miner, or Saint-Osor of the Miner.

They are the light of a faint civilization that mortals have accumulated like water and stones in the thousand years.

But although hope is slim, it still exists tenaciously.

Why can Tumen be called a teacher by the four temples, not just because he taught the saints. It is because he gave the most precious wealth to the people of the Black Iron in the post-Miner era-knowledge.

That was an ally of all mortals, and the Bugatians treasured it with care and protection carefully ...

This is the Black Iron People.

It ’s a human being.

They inherited the name of black iron. This cheap, lowly, full of shortcomings, and no aesthetics of metal, as if born from the bottom, the most humble existence, but only one advantage-

Gold is too precious.

Silver is too weak.

Only black iron is tenacious.

It is so ubiquitous that it does not need to be cautious; it is so humble and aesthetically innocent that it has not been infected with those arrogant qualities; and its simplicity and brilliance will be cast into a silent note after all, ending it completely this era.

It's billions of faint powers, but more dazzling than any name written on the epic.

At that moment, Antitina finally understood Brando's choice.

I also understand my choice.

She shook her head slightly.

"I understand."

The Sadr Witch stopped.

Antitina looked up and looked at him: "The Sazard made the right choice, let us fulfill the rest of the promise.

Macaro looked oddly at the girl next to him, always feeling a little upset.

But he looked at Sadr's face, and did not dare to speak.

This is a cunning fox of the kingdom.

The other is the rising star of Tonigel.

These two people can be said to be the most intelligent two people in this era of Eruin—

But a person can only lock his own thoughts.

The other person ignited his own flame of wisdom, let everything burn, and turned into a flame that swept through everything.

At this moment, courage can be all about wisdom.

But wisdom is just the tip of courage.

Sadr nodded his head: "Okay, let's get back to the topic. It's really a waste of time."

He picked up the Lionheart Sword again, but before giving the sword to Antitina, the Sazardian wizard leader solemnly glanced at her: "Nine Phoenix people always say bad things Earlier, I did the same. Little girl, smart people should know how to avoid risks and you should understand what deception means. "

"I know."

"It's fine," Sadr the witch said coldly, "but I still have to remind you, see this sword in my hand-the symbol of this kingdom, and just like it, you have to Understand this, it's not just your life and death that is in my hands, but the future of this country. I don't think you want to see too many people die for you, right? "

Antitina's face was a little pale.

But she nodded.

The Sadr Witch nodded, and then he reversed the blade and pushed the sword forward, and the Lionheart Sword flew to Antitina. Then he pointed to the sword suspended in midair and said to her:

"Now, pick it up."

Now, pick it up.

It's an easy choice.

But Antitina stood for a long time, staring at the sword.

It was like a distant dream, the sword was slightly different from her father's description in her memory; but only the sword's emblem still described its past history, as if the traces of time left on it.

Few people know the secret about this sword.

But the exception to the descendants of the first emperor Ek, ​​the voice echoed in her mind:

"Anne, when Erew needs us to come forward, I hope you must be brave."

"I will, father."

The lady staffer took a breath and raised her head to look at the Sadr Witch not far away.

The brightest gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Wait, stop."

When Marcaro saw those firm eyes full of ideals and convictions, he finally realized that it was not good, and even under the gaze of Sadr Witch, he could not help shouting.

It's too late.

Antitina's hand gently held the hilt.

"Farewell, Brando."

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