"Brando?"
A clear and curious voice came from downstairs. The voice was like a string of bells that fell on the floor in the dark. The clear echo had a magical power that went straight into one's heart.
Brando felt like he was shot by an arrow. His whole body stood straight on the spot. He slowly turned around and moved his neck stiffly. His gaze swept across the dark hall and landed on a familiar face.
The merchant girl looked up at him.
She was wearing a thick leather skirt that was very simple in the Bucce region. There was a bulging leather bag hanging on the leather skirt. She held a hammer in both hands and pressed it on the leather bag. She wore thick gloves and a pair of somewhat playful round toe leather shoes. Her long hair was tied up high at the back of her head, and her smooth forehead reflected the bright moonlight.
The pair of dark brown eyes reflected her unwavering curiosity and concern.
'Clang —'
The hammer slipped from the merchant girl's hands and fell to the ground.
Brando opened his mouth.
But he could not say that name.
"Madara's army is outside. I'll take you away. This time, they can't stop us!"
"I'll take you to fulfill your dream. This time, I'll make you the richest merchant in the world!"
"Come with me, Roman …"
He had a lot to say.
But he could not say a single word.
The merchant girl folded her hands on her bag and smiled shyly at him.
"I know."
"I know that Brando cares about me."
"Not only the Roman, but Brando also has his own dreams. We made a promise."
"Do you remember the first time we sneaked out on an adventure? That despicable merchant wanted to cheat us of our money. Brando fought with his life on the line."
"Brando, I don't know where you're going, but I'll try my best to follow you."
"Even if everyone hates the Roman and my aunt, Brando will always stand on the Roman's side."
"So no matter what Brando wants to do, the Roman will always stand on Brando's side."
Brendel rushed to the railing of the corridor and gripped the handrail so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as if he was going to break the wooden railing.
At that moment, he suddenly understood how important the merchant girl, who seemed to never have any worries, was to him.
He was destined to be a lonely traveler, a traveler who had to face the world alone.
But in this world, there was someone who always stayed by his side.
She was often muddle-headed, stubborn, and sometimes she would throw tantrums. Sometimes she would have strange ideas. She was smart, wise, and talented.
But none of these were the real her.
Only the merchant girl who always stood behind him, chasing after him step by step, had left the deepest mark in his heart.
"Brando, don't pinch my face!"
"It hurts —"
He opened his mouth and was in so much pain that he almost suffocated. But in the end, he still shouted,
"Roman, come with me.
I'll take you away from here! "
"Go on an adventure with me —!"
"Do you want to see the other side of the Black Forest? It's the most magnificent scenery in the world! Let's go together, with our caravan, and travel to every corner of the world! "
The merchant girl's smile grew wider. She was so happy that she almost giggled.
But in the end, she patted her little bag lightly.
She raised her head proudly and said to him:
"I'm leaving, Brando."
"Why?" Brando felt himself sniffing.
Roman thought carefully.
"Because the road ahead is still very long. Brando, you have to keep going. I'll wait for you in front."
"Then wait for me —"
Brando blinked.
He said solemnly: "You have to wait for me, you have to wait for me, because I'll definitely catch up."
The merchant girl smiled and nodded.
"I'll wait for you, Brando."
She took a deep breath.
She sniffed lightly.
He pressed his heel against the ground and turned his body around with it as the center.
She walked forward. The moonlight shone through the door and onto the ground, imprinting her long shadow. She took three steps, then stopped. She turned back to look at Brando, then walked out with satisfaction.
Brando silently looked at the merchant girl's back as she disappeared from his sight.
He suddenly raised his head and pressed his hand against the bridge of his nose and eyes.
Outside the door might be the mountains of Bucce.
But that night's bright starry sky, the bright river that stretched across the Pine Star field, I wonder if it still exists in this dream?
He heard the sound of the mountain wind in his ears.
It was passing through the wilderness, passing through the sleeping Bucce.
… …
The will of Dusk finally broke through the Law of Tiamat. A thought of this great will was stirring up storms and tides in the Sea of Magic, descending upon the world called Wohnde.
The storm that was formed outside of the Elemental Domain resonated with the physical world.
The tides of a thousand years could be seen forming outside of the Elemental Barrier. The people on the ground saw the purplish black waves sweeping across the sky. Wherever it passed, magic vibrated, the borders of the Dark Forest stirred, and monster nests appeared out of thin air in the wilderness.
But in Rustar.
In Nun Princess Magadal's vision, she only saw the black shadow that fell from the sky and hit the monster that was tearing her chest apart. The latter was wrapped in a twisting force as it passed through the spatial rift. The moment it came into contact with the monster, the monster's entire body was flattened like a piece of paper, and it exploded.
Countless pieces of broken limbs and flesh burst out in all directions, creating a rain of blood and flesh.
She was finally awakened by the bloody storm.
Regaining her senses from the illusion, she realized that what she saw was not a reflection of fate in the Abyss Lake, but a real upheaval that was happening around her.
But just as she realized this, the black shadow had already landed heavily on the ground beside her. The walnut planks instantly exploded, and the broken pieces of wood fluttered like butterflies.
Magadal felt that the floor had been penetrated by the black shadow. In fact, the entire floor had already begun to collapse, and she felt herself falling along with it.
Then she heard an angry roar.
"Damn it!"
"Lady White Mist!" Magadal used the last of her strength to shout in surprise.
"Eh?" White Mist's mind was still in a mess. The chaotic laws of the spatial rift had affected her somewhat, but she could still tell that the owner of the voice was someone she knew.
But she did not have the time to think about it.
Because the whole world was shaking at this moment.
The aura of the Dusk's Will descended upon the world, and along with the raging will, countless of stone slabs on the streets turned into dust in an instant.
Even Magadal could feel the tremors of the outside world. She wanted to say something, but at this moment, she could not help but shut her mouth.
Moreover, she felt that she was about to fall to the ground.
But at this moment, White Mist spoke.
"Hold on tight to me, don't think too much when you pass through the spatial rift."
"What?"
"Don't think too much, and thank Brando for giving you something really good."
The noble manor where Antoinburo's envoy was staying at was turned into dust at that moment …
But at this moment, very few people had the time to care about the fate of others. In the Saint Kontipou Palace, the Crystal Clusters were pouring into the Garden of the White Rose. The Flame Family Knights were defending the entrance of the tunnel, but their defense line was still being pushed back.
The Sages appeared in the Crystal Clusters.
The entire thousand-year-old capital of the Kirrlutz seemed to be experiencing a terrible earthquake. Large pieces of the ceiling were falling off from the top of everyone's heads, the ground began to collapse, mud and sand were falling, and some of the tunnel entrances were inevitably exposed. In the blink of an eye, the Crystal Cluster army was swarming in.
Little Nidevan was frantically looking for his daughter, but after the Silver Elf princess met the royal butler for the last time, she found that he could not be found anymore.
The teleportation circle was being activated for the last time.
The Shire and the rest of the witches stood on it, and only Knudell and Valla were still casting spells outside the circle. After entering the Holy Realm, the latter was able to teleport long distances without the help of magic circles, so she stayed behind to do the final work.
As for the former princess of Erouine, Knudell was determined to wait for Brando's return.
Metisha wanted to go with her, but was stopped by the latter.
At this moment, the few of them were looking at the east of Rushta with a solemn expression.
There, a huge black sphere was suspended in the sky above half of the capital. It was like a black hole that was constantly rotating and swallowing all the ruins and gravel around it. It was sucking in the wreckage of all the buildings in the capital.
This black hole appeared at about the same time when the will of Dusk came to this world. It was suspended about a few thousand meters above the ground, like a huge black sun that was clearly visible for dozens of miles.
"What is that?" Metisha frowned as she stared at the thing.
Knudell shook her head.
"In short, it can't be anything good. The nearby space is becoming unstable under the influence of that thing. We have to teleport in advance."
"What about Mister Nidevan?"
"We can't wait. Valla will find a way to ensure his safety. You have to go first. If the magic circle can't hold on, we can't take all of you with us."
Metisha and The Shire looked at each other, their faces filled with worry.
But it was at this moment that the expressions of the two changed at the same time, and they exclaimed in a low voice,
"My lord, my lord has returned to Wohnde!"
… …
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