People of the Gods.
This term was sacred and distant, but at that moment, it seemed so real and so close.
Brando was silent for a moment. He was so engrossed in the conversation that he didn't even notice that dozens of notifications had popped up in his records. His Scholar level and several skills and knowledge under it had leveled up by more than ten levels.
But the latter didn't notice it at all.
"I understand," he answered. "But Lady Ovina, you once said that I have the authority of the Society of Truth, but I never felt it. My power still comes from learning and accumulating experience, doesn't it?"
"Is that really the case?" The Spear Spirit was a little amused. "How old are you?"
Brando was stumped.
He suddenly realized that he didn't quite understand this question, so he decided to bring the topic back to something he was familiar with. He thought for a moment, then continued with his previous question.
"So what was the difference between the highest authority and the lowest authority that you mentioned before?"
"The difference is huge. This determines which level of authority the person with the highest authority can use in the meeting. In the highest authority meeting, the First Citizen has unlimited veto power. He can even force the meeting to end." Ovina glanced at him. "Just like you did."
Brando couldn't help but feel sympathy for the Queen's misfortune. "She doesn't know?"
"Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. But even if she did, she wouldn't have known that your authority would be so high. Her bloodline should come from Odin. Odin is the leader of the Earth Army and also an elder of the Truth Society. Their authority is second only to the First Citizens. If you weren't there, she could have gotten everything she wanted — "
"What does she want?"
"I'm guessing that she wants to reopen the Truth Society."
Brando frowned at the Spear Spirit. "You've already said that."
Ovina shook her head. "What I'm talking about is a permanent Parliament, just like before the Sixth Era. With a permanent Parliament, Babel Tower will stay in the modern world. There will also be First Citizens of the Parliament who will stay for a long time. The Chosen and the Promised of your era will eventually grow up and become the next generation of First Citizens of the Gods, receiving the inheritance from the ancient times."
Brando couldn't help but be stunned. Wasn't this great? According to the Silver Queen's plan, if Babelta existed in the world, with the increase of the chosen ones, the civilization would eventually recover to a very high level, at least not inferior to before the era of mortals.
Wouldn't that be much better than now?
Then why was the Silver Queen acting so sneakily?
He couldn't help but blurt out, "What's wrong with that?"
Unexpectedly, this question made Ovina falter. She deliberated for a moment before answering, "Didn't the Bugas tell you the difference between the era of mortals and the era when gods still walked the earth?"
Brando was stunned for a moment, wondering how the other party knew that he had met with Tuman, but then he realized that his alliance with the Bugas was obviously not a secret.
He recalled what Tulman had told him. There seemed to be some relevant content in it, but he still did not understand how it was related.
Could it be that if the mortal civilization continued to weaken, it would be able to deal with the growth of Chaos?
"It's hard for me to answer that question," Ovina answered. "Before the Truth Parliament closed, my master and I were fighting against Dusk and did not participate in the last meeting. They must have made some decisions during that meeting. I can only speculate based on that. But in the end, any question has to face the test of right and wrong, so whether it's good or bad in the end, I have no answer."
At this moment, Brendel suddenly thought of Sage Eleranta, thought of the Sacred Covenant, thought of the Buga people who kept everything that happened in the final battlefield a secret. He had a vague understanding in his heart, but he could not be sure.
He shook his head gently. In this era of decline, it seemed that it was difficult for anyone to see the future clearly. The Silver Queen might have seen something that forced her to make such a decisive choice, but in the end, she died by his own hand.
He asked himself if everything he did was right or wrong. There seemed to be no answer, but at least it wasn't worse than what happened in the game. Regarding this, could he only have a clear conscience?
Where should mortals go from here? Perhaps only mortals themselves could answer this question.
"Then," Brando finally sorted out his thoughts and asked, "I have one last question, and it's the answer I want to know the most right now. I want to ask, when the Silver Queen initiated the meeting, did she count me as one of the three initiators?"
"Of course not," Ovina answered without hesitation. "From what I can see, she never even saw you as an opponent. She cared a lot about Odin's legacy in you, but that's all there is to it. Legacy is legacy, bloodline is bloodline, these are two different things."
At this point, she couldn't help but laugh. "But she's a little stupid. If you don't have the bloodline of the Divine People in you, why would Odin give you his legacy? If you weren't the Chosen One, or the Promised One, no matter how hard a mortal tried, they wouldn't be able to enter the Truth Parliament."
Brando didn't find this funny. In fact, his face darkened. Scarlet was the only one around who noticed the change in her Lord's expression. She subconsciously moved closer.
"Then who was the initiator of the meeting? As a Knight of the Azure Sky, was Scarlet a participant? "Brando asked.
"Of course not," Ovina immediately denied. "Although the Knight of the Azure Sky usually participates in the meeting, this time we were there as recorders, not participants. According to the rules, recorders are not allowed to participate in the meeting."
"If I remember correctly, that Prince Ogeos should be a Chosen One …" Brando recalled. Most Chosen Ones had their own flaws. That Prince Ogeos looked like a maniac. Judging from his strength and performance, it wasn't hard to come to this conclusion.
"Then other than him and Her Majesty, who was the third participant?"
"I'm not too sure about that, but that person had a very high level of authority, no less than Her Majesty." Ovina shook her head.
"Is he here?" Brando immediately asked.
"He's not here, but I think he's in this city."
Brando took a deep breath. He had a vague idea of a possibility.
Why would the Silver Queen know about the Roman?
Why would she specially invite the Roman to the Empire?
Why was Princess Gloria seen near Braggs?
Also, why didn't his grandfather ever tell him about everything around him?
Everything was too much of a coincidence.
It was as if a broken chain had been reconnected. The cause and effect of everything automatically appeared in his mind. He felt a little regret. Perhaps allowing the little Roman to come here was a serious mistake.
Once he thought about the possibility that the Roman was the baby girl from sixty years ago, and that there was a great secret hidden within her, Brando suddenly felt like he couldn't sit still. He subconsciously wanted to walk out of the Garden of White Roses.
But Metisha and The Shire immediately stopped him. Although they weren't standing as close as Scarlet, they were also constantly monitoring their Lord's movements. His conversation with Ovina could be hidden from normal people, but as Planeswalker creatures who were closely connected to Brando, they could hear it.
"My Lord, you can't go out."
"My Lord, what are you trying to do? It's getting late. Miss Ko Hua's puppies outside won't recognize you as her master. Besides, who knows what the cultists are up to in the outer city —"
Metisha looked at Brando's gloomy face and asked in a small voice, "My Lord, are you worried about the Roman?"
Brando looked at her and nodded silently. But he couldn't explain all the reasons at once.
He was about to speak when a figure appeared in front of him.
It was the witch he saw at the Cat and Whisker Inn. He didn't know when she had appeared at the front gate of the Garden of White Roses. She slowly walked through the crowd and no one asked her anything. It was as if she was supposed to be there.
The witch came before Brando and looked at him silently. After a while, she said, "Something has happened to the Roman. You must leave immediately."
Brando was stunned.
It was as if there was a sharp dagger in this woman's words. When she opened her mouth, it stabbed at the most fearful part of his heart.
He took a deep breath before he came back to his senses. He looked at the other party and asked, "Who are you?"
The witch took off her veil without hesitation. At that moment, Brando almost thought that he saw several faces. Some of them were even quite familiar to him. It seemed that he had seen them somewhere recently.
But in the end, he saw the real appearance of the other party.
"You … …"
Princess Gloria was not beautiful. Among the excellent bloodlines of the Corkava Royal Family, she could only be regarded as ordinary. She was far from her niece, Gryphine, who had elven blood.
But her temperament was rarely seen by Brando. Perhaps it was the years of living as a witch that shrouded her with a mysterious aura. Under this aura, this lady gave people a feeling that was difficult to describe with simple words.
Brando had only seen a similar temperament on one person, and that person was now in front of him.
She had another name in the countryside of Bucce. The locals called her Lady Asaia, but in front of the Roman and him, she had always called herself Aunt Jenny.
This was a middle-aged woman, but the traces of time left on her face were not many.
"Aunt Jenny … …"
"You should have guessed who I am," Princess Gloria replied, "Now I allow you to use my real name. What I want to tell you is that your guess is basically correct. The Roman was indeed raised by me. Perhaps you still have a lot of doubts in your heart, but now you must listen to me and leave here immediately."
"Why?" Brando froze.
The others also frowned and looked at the other party. Among them, the Silver Elf Princess and The Shire had already vaguely guessed the other party's identity. Scarlet and Mephistopheles had a look of vigilance.
As for Andrique, she yawned and revealed her sharp canine teeth.
"There's no time, but I will explain it to you," Gloria's face was a little serious, "Go find Nidevan and Valla, I want to borrow Cruz's long-range teleportation formation."
"They won't agree. That's Cruz's secret," Brando immediately shook his head. Before he understood the situation, he would never leave the Roman behind.
"They will," Gloria seemed to turn a blind eye to his attitude, "You are the new Emperor of the Empire. If they don't want the two Emperors to die on the same day."
"What!"
"Madam, what did you say?"
Not only Brando, but everyone around him was stunned. Even Vahina, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but speak.
"The Silver Queen gave you the Ring of Supremacy, so you are the Emperor of the Empire. Apart from you, no one else can touch this position before you die. This is the rule set by the Flame King Gretel. Even the nobles of Cruz and the Crown Prince can't go against this rule. So go tell Nidevan and Valla, let me talk to them."
Brando was silent.
He faintly felt that something was wrong, but his right hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the Flame Blade.
Princess Gloria silently watched his expression and shook her head, "Brando, don't be stubborn. You will understand in the future how important what I said to you today is."
"Aunt Jenny," Brando hesitated for a moment, but still chose to call her by the name he was more familiar with. But he never dreamed that he would meet the Roman again under such circumstances.
"You should understand that I will never abandon the Roman. No matter what happened to her, I will find her …" He paused and said with some difficulty, "Even if she is dead, I will at least see the body of my fiancée."
Gloria stared at the young man.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"She is not dead," In the end, the former Princess of the Empire sighed, "I promise you, the Roman will be fine, but you have to leave here first, okay?"
"No."
Brando still shook his head.
In reality, he had already planned to force his way past her and go to the outer city to find the Roman. Even though he had only spoken with Ovina for a short while, his heart was already burning with anxiety.
But at that moment, someone in the Rose Garden suddenly screamed, "Martha above, look at the moon!"
Everyone subconsciously turned their heads, and their eyes widened.
That lonely black moon hanging in the sky was actually falling.
The entire world seemed to resonate with it and trembled slightly.
That scene.
It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
But Brando vaguely felt that he had seen the same scene somewhere before.
…
(PS: I spent a lot of time organizing my thoughts and writing the outline of this volume today, so I wrote it a little late. When I finished, it was already ten o 'clock.
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