Freya fell silent.
She seemed to be thinking absent-mindedly for a while, then raised her head to look at him, her light brown eyes deep like a pair of brown gemstones. The young Knight raised her left hand, hesitated for a moment, and then took off the ring on her index finger, "Brando, wear this ring. Outside, you need it more than I do."
Brando was slightly startled. He looked at the Fireball Ring, the bright ruby shining under the candlelight.
He then looked at Freya, who turned her head slightly and said, "This ring originally belonged to you. I, I … I'm just borrowing it temporarily, have you forgotten? "
At this time, the bartender who had been chatting with him stood up and patted the young man's shoulder, smiling, "Buddy, looks like you're in a bit of trouble. I'll go do something first, I'll tell you about the legend of the wine glass later." After saying that, the bartender picked up the glass and walked to the other side of the bar to deal with a few drunk mercenaries.
The young Knight with a long ponytail saw this scene and could not help but close her mouth subconsciously, unable to say a word.
Brando shook his head and smiled, but the faint smile on his face could not hide the warmth in his heart. He looked at Freya, once again feeling the weight of the word "partner" in his heart. He had originally only left a message for Freya, but he did not expect this stubborn girl from the countryside of Bucce to insist on seeing him after seeing the Roman.
Of course, he knew that she did not come just to give him the ring, but to show her concern for him.
Freya's heart was in a mess, she clenched her fists. When she first heard that Brando and the others were leaving, she only had one thought in her mind – even if she ran out of nowhere, she just wanted to see everyone. That feeling was like a child who could not leave the adults.
After calming down, she only felt her face burning.
She had been thinking about this problem. She wanted to go to Erouine's Royal Cavalry Academy alone, leaving everyone, especially Brando. Could she really do what Brando said to her? He had the power to protect Little Ferris and everyone else.
Freya felt that her heart was filled with uncertainty and doubt about the uncertain future. Brando was like a life-saving straw in front of her, but when it came down to it, she didn't dare to reach out and grab him tightly.
The female Knight stared at the corner of Brando's clothes in a daze.
Of course, Brando saw through her thoughts, because Freya's thoughts were written all over her face. He smiled and reached out his hand to take the ring. The female Knight was slightly stunned. She raised her head and asked, "You … You accepted it?"
"Of course. How could I refuse a ring from the Goddess of War?" Brando laughed. However, he knew in his heart that Freya wouldn't encounter any danger in the Wang Li Knight Academy. Moreover, he really needed every bit of strength he could muster. If that wasn't the case, he definitely wouldn't have accepted this ring just to make Freya feel at ease.
"Valkyrie?"
"In my hometown, there's a story about the Valkyrie. The legendary Valkyrie was heroic and cool. She sat on a warhorse, holding a swallow-tailed flag in one hand and a longsword in the other, leading her people to victory. She protected her country. "Brando looked at her and smiled. He was thinking about another Valkyrie's story.
At the end of the First Era in Wohnde, there was a lady on a warhorse, wearing silver armor, and looking at her subordinates with sparkling light brown eyes. Brando remembered that the background was the gray sky of Fort Meagher. The broken flag of the Silver Cross Army was hanging weakly on a spear. The female general was riding her beloved horse, Silver Sand. She was shorter than many warriors, but she wasn't much taller than Freya now.
At that time, she still had the long ponytail that she had tied behind her head since the Bucce era. The brown ponytail that made people feel warm on the battlefield represented a name that could be relied on. It made everyone feel at ease, because that was Freya, Erouine's Protector, the Valkyrie.
At that time, Freya lowered her head and looked at each of them. She rode her beloved horse in a silver battle robe and slowly walked past each of them.
It was drizzling.
Her only subordinates were only a hundred or so students from the Royal Knight Academy. Many of them were the children of great nobles, and some of them even became their most troublesome enemies. But at that time, they were all following behind the female Knight. A group of Knights in white battle robes followed her all the way into the eyes of these defeated soldiers.
When depression, despair, and abjection shrouded their hearts, every player lost their confidence. Erouine was finished. This ruined country was no match for the powerful Madara. They felt sorry for themselves, shook their heads, and sighed about why they were born in such a country. There was no hope, no tomorrow, only the humiliation of failure.
But when these young Knights appeared, it was like a pure light, like a sharp sword that slowly parted the gloomy clouds in the sky.
Brando would never forget that scene for the rest of his life.
The female general's first words were:
"Soldiers, please turn back and join me. Let's defeat Madara —"
"Please forgive me for not being able to understand your cold, hunger, fear, and pain at this moment, but I can see a deep abjection in you. This abjection, I can feel it. Because at this moment, our country has failed. We will retreat, and the undead will sweep our homeland. We are the losers, no matter how we quibble. "
"We can't choose all of this. This depression suffocates us. Is this really the only thing we can do? Soldiers? No, please turn back. But at least we still have a chance. Let me take you with me to fight again. "
"Please believe in me."
She pressed her hand on her chest.
"I will fight side by side with you."
"I am willing to take all the responsibility for this."
"Follow me, let me die in front of you. Let me use this promise to exchange for the courage of a man — "
That was the first time the silver lily shone on the battlefield. The legend of the Valkyrie was written into a poem in Erouine that touched countless players. Speaking of this Protector of Erouine, perhaps compared to most NPCs, the players had a deeper impression of this name.
Because it was she who brought them out of the fate of failure, gave them glory, and made the name Erouine a source of pride. She was their flag, the source of pride for the players of Erouine. They were willing to fight for her because each of them was willing to fight for their own honor.
Erouine's war song was composed by an ordinary player who was not famous on the forum, but it was sung by countless people.
We are the proud people of Erouine.
Even if we fail, we will not lower our noble heads.
Our courage is engraved on our swords.
Our faith is the flag that protects us.
The blood of Erouine flows on the path that we yearn for.
What we yearn for — —
There will be a day when the Silver Lily flag is raised again.
What we yearn for — —
Is the belief of Erouine, never to be broken.
When we die, the voice of our souls still echoes.
Echoes on this land.
It is telling — —
This is our homeland.
The land that we love dearly.
Brando lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. When he raised his head again, he saw Freya lowering her head and whispering to him: "How can I do the same thing as the legend, Brando, I am a very stupid girl, I just want to do my best."
Yes! Your best is the root of this legend.
The young man looked at her, he admired this kind of serious Freya. Even if it was a small matter, this girl from the countryside of Bucce would do her best to do it. Maybe she did not know what kind of potential she had, but there will be a day when gold shines from the sand at the bottom of the river.
He smiled: "Just think of it as a dream."
Freya looked at him, nodded, and asked: "Is it the legend of the Highland Knight?"
Brando nodded.
Freya was silent, after a while, she whispered: "Is there anything else you want to tell me, Brando?"
"No, wait … …" Brando hesitated for a moment, then called out to her. He thought for a while and asked: "Freya, what do you think of Erouine?" When Brando said this, he deliberately lowered his voice. In fact, his eyes had already swept across the bar to see if anyone was paying attention to them.
"Erouine? What do you think? "The girl was stunned.
"If the country is compared to a person, Erouine is now like a dying old man." Brando replied.
Freya was stunned.
In this period of time, she was no longer the naive female militia captain. After seeing the filthy relationship between the nobles, she was full of worry for the people in the upper class who controlled the fate of the country, but she did not understand where the problem was.
Was it supposed to be like this?
Or did something go wrong — —
The uneasy girl could only comfort herself that in this world, there was light and there was darkness. Maybe everything would be better, this was just a cycle of history. But in the depths of her heart, she always wanted to know if it was just her naive view of the world in the past.
But she did not expect that the first sentence Brando asked her to stay would eliminate all the comforting thoughts in her heart, leaving only the worst one.
For a moment, Freya was speechless.
"Freya, listen to me." Brendel hesitated for a long time before saying that. He was always worried that he would affect the Goddess of War's future path. But in the end, he made up his mind — — because Freya was not only the Goddess of War, she was only a shadow in his heart — — she was more of a partner that he could trust.
He had no real family in this world, and Freya also lost her parents who raised her. In comparison, the two of them needed each other's support more. In fact, ever since that night in the Green Village, Brando understood that his connection with the Goddess of War could not be broken.
It was like two lonely, weak people relying on each other to move forward in the darkness. Brando found it hard to imagine that without these people in Bucce, he could establish a connection with this world and not feel lonely all the time. And for the current Freya, it was the same.
"Erouine may not be able to return to the peace of the past, only a great change can save this country. Of course, a great change may also tear it apart, but every one of us in this era can only do our best to save it. I don't know how many people can see through this. I don't know how many people can understand what I mean, but Freya, do you understand? "
The female Knight looked at him in a daze, but nodded subconsciously.
"Do you now understand why I want you to go to the Royal Knight Academy?"
"But I … …"
"Freya, do your best."
"I don't know if this is true, Brando, but I want to believe in you," Freya took a deep breath and said uneasily: "But my mind is in a mess right now. I only feel scared. What about everyone in Bucce, do we not have a way to change everything? "
"So I will also do my best. Freya, I need your help."
The girl looked at him and stopped: "I … … What should I do?"
"If anything happens, we'll support Her Highness one-sidedly. I heard that Princess Gryphine of Erouine has a good reputation. If there is anyone in the Corvado Dynasty who can lead this country out of this predicament, we can only trust her. " Brando thought for a moment and replied: "At the Royal Knight Academy, I believe you will have a chance to meet her."
"Brando, why do you know so much?" Freya could not help but ask: "You are joking with me, right?"
"I also want to, but when you unconsciously become a chess player, whether you like it or not, you can see the big picture. You will understand in the future, Freya. "Brando smiled:" Don't worry too much, we will all meet again. Freya, don't forget what I said, I will stand behind you. "
The Knight girl lowered her head and thought for a moment before whispering: "I understand, then I will leave."
When Freya said those words, she was as lonely as a solitary bird. When she turned around, Brendel had the urge to call out to the girl who came from Bucce. But he resisted in the end. Freya had her own path, and he could not be so selfish.
But at this time, the girl stopped and turned around: "Brando."
"Yes?"
"I … … Please take care of Roman for me. She is my best friend."
After saying this, she walked out of the bar without looking back. Brando was left alone, trying to figure out the meaning of her last sentence. But in the end, the young man just shook his head and picked up the wine glass on the bar counter.
(PS. Sorry, there are too many things happening this year, so I don't have the face to say too much. I'll try my best to write more chapters.)
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