"Let the kingdom inherit the Count's dream. This dream will be the whole of Erouine, not Tónigel, or any other noble's territory. You should understand the short-sightedness of those people. Only the kingdom's vision is long-term. We can't expect everyone to be like the Count, but everyone in Erouine understands the meaning of strength and dignity."
Rowant's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had never heard of such a thing before, and it made him feel as if he was meeting the brother of a classmate he used to look down on for the first time. He subconsciously fell silent.
"But the Count is no longer here."
"It doesn't matter, but his will is still there, and we still have His Highness. I believe Prince Haruz must understand the Count's ambition."
"What do you want to do?"
"The Royal Faction is a thing of the past, but Erouine does need a new belief. Rowant, we have like-minded people, why should we wallow in the mire with the past?" Hahnf's eyes flashed with a bright light, as if there was a flame in them.
The light of the stars in the sky shone on the dark forest.
The darkness seemed to allow Brando's perception to expand in all directions. The Eye of the Heart watched the entire forest. The fallen leaves, the insects, the light flapping of the owls' wings, the whispers, and any small details in the dark corners were all reflected in his heart.
He stopped and stood in the middle of the forest, as if he was a part of this silent nature. Although he was seriously injured and almost lost his life in the battle with Akentu in the Realm of Stagnation, but ever since Martha healed his injuries and returned to Wohnde, he felt that he was getting closer to the laws of this world. His strength seemed to be growing every moment, and he was getting closer and closer to the checkpoint he was once familiar with.
"Is my lord in a bad mood?" Scarlet also stopped and said with a little guilt, "Is it because we wasted too much time in the Loop of Trade Winds?"
She lowered her head, "If I hadn't been too careless and provoked those Bugas …"
"It's nothing. Saasalds deserved it." Brando shook his head. His thoughts were not on this matter. He naturally heard the conversation in the wooden house in the distance. It seemed that his influence on Erouine was growing larger and larger, but whether it was good or bad, it was hard to say.
However, he had no intention of stopping them.
Of course, Erouine didn't just need a single person. This ancient kingdom still had its future and its next generation. At the very least, these people had already developed different ideas from their parents. It was like a pool of stagnant water that was rippling with new ripples.
"Qian?"
Brando suddenly said.
"Hmm?"
"Can I invite my guard captain to walk with me?"
The mountain maiden was stunned. "Sir, aren't we walking?"
"Of course not," Brando replied. "Although I'm inviting my captain of the guards, I'm taking up her rest time. You can't keep this face all the time, right?"
Qian showed a puzzled look.
Brando smiled and stretched out his hand. "Come to my side, don't always follow behind me. Do I look scary?"
Qian stared blankly at Brando's outstretched hand. She hesitated for a while before putting her hand on it. When Brando held her hand, the girl's movements were obviously stiff, but soon, she softened.
Brando looked at Qian's awkward walking movements and couldn't help but find it funny. "Is my captain of the guards actually a puppet?"
Under the bright moonlight, Qian seemed to have lost the ability to speak. She lowered her head and said nothing.
Brando smiled and shook his head, but his thoughts were a little unpredictable.
He had been dreaming a lot these days.
He dreamed of the past, of the night in Bucce, of the Roman, and also of his senior sister and the princess. He dreamed of fighting and escaping in the darkness. The dreams were grotesque and variegated. Some were real, some were absurd. In every dream, there seemed to be someone trying to talk to him, telling him everything about the past and the future.
He couldn't help but think of the Saasaldian Alliance.
Those wizards had been secretly imprisoned, but they went missing in the Loop of Trade Winds. It might be a little troublesome for the Saasaldians to investigate. Therefore, he handed those people over to the druids. The power of the Loop of the World was not inferior to the Silver Alliance. The druids owed him a favor for the Loop of Trade Winds, and the two had always cooperated well. This small matter was not worth mentioning.
He interrogated those people and found out a lot of things. The Saasaldians coveted the War Slate. This was not surprising. After all, they were once the 'owners' of this taboo knowledge. There were some ambitious people who wanted to use this to restore the former status of the Silver Folk, recreate the empire in the sky, and let the Bugas have the silver blood flowing again. Since the change of the law of Tiamat and the fall in status, such arrogant ideas had become more and more marketable within the Silver Alliance.
He heard that the Bugas had hurriedly withdrawn from the wild conference of the Four Realms. There must have been internal disagreements and different voices. Vladimir The Great and Wizard Saasaldian had been splitting up the Silver Federation, and now was the best opportunity for them.
This was originally an internal matter of the Silver Folk, but the Saasaldians reached out to Erouine, which made Brando feel a sense of danger. The hostility shown by the Gray Mages towards Princess Gryphine was obviously not as simple as seizing the slate.
He saw such a future in the dream. He did not know whether the future was real or not, but it confused him. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if trying to grasp the world. The moonlight passed through his fingers, making it look a little hazy.
The forest in the distance was still immersed in darkness, but it was not difficult to see the undulating shadows of the Grahal Mountains. There was a sparkling stream through the forest, making the pebbles glow brightly in the moonlight. A few fawns were flashing through the forest.
Out of Sarnan, he set foot on the land of the Abies. This trade route in the Black Forest could be said to have been opened by him, but walking on this road, he had a strange sense of homesickness.
Where was his hometown?
Tónigel, Braggs, or Bucce, was it the past or the present?
"Scarlet, what do you think the world is like?" Brando suddenly stopped and turned back to ask.
This question was a little too big. The Highlander girl was silent for a moment, then shook her head silently.
Brando smiled. He actually did not expect to get the answer, or rather, he already got the answer. The world in people's hearts had different meanings in people's hearts. It became bright or dark according to people's hearts. For different people, there was no fixed answer.
What kind of world did he want?
Brando silently thought about the answer to this question.
But the same question seemed to have triggered some thoughts in the Highlander girl's heart.
Brando suddenly felt a pair of hands hugging him from behind. He felt Scarlet's nervous heartbeat, which was tightly pressed against his back, as if there was no distance between them, and transmitted to his heart.
"What's wrong, Scarlet?"
Scarlet did not say a word.
"Are you afraid?"
"I heard from the elders that the gods will become the stars in the sky, shining on their people on the ground. I'm afraid that one day, the Lord will also leave us."
Brendel could not help but laugh out loud when he heard that. He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes. This silly girl, he held Scarlett's hands in front of his chest: "What gods? We're just mortals."
Scarlet did not say a word.
Brando suddenly stopped laughing.
He felt an endless amount of power pouring into his body. Every breath he took seemed to echo with the mountains, and the rustling of the pine trees turned into a wave. It was like the sound of his heartbeat. Heaven and earth, at this moment, became one with him.
Brando closed his eyes and felt a slight resonance in his heart. He felt as if his blood was echoing with the sound of metal and stone hammering, and the rumbling was the echo of the silver lines of the law.
The Laws formed his body, and the magic formed his blood. When he opened his eyes, it was like the first rays of dawn. When he closed his eyes, it was like the bright moon in the sky. When he exhaled, it was like the biting cold northern wind. When he spoke, his words turned into Laws and symbols. With every step he took, life was born from his footprints. When his heart beat, it became one with the pulse of the earth.
Brando sighed.
At that moment, he saw the end of the Sage's journey. There, Martha seemed to be waiting for him in the light.
"I won't leave you," he whispered to Scarlet, "I swear."
He was very close to home now.
Beyond this forest was the wilderness of Abies. The moonlight of the Black Forest must have shone on that land as well.
… …
Early morning.
Green Village was located at the border between the Black Forest and the Green Village. Ever since Abies opened a new passage to the Black Forest from Schafflund, this place became deserted. Few people passed by the ruins of the forest. Only adventurers would pass by or stay here for a short while.
The broken walls in the forest were evidence of the decline of this place. In the east of the village, the Tónigel people built a watchtower. Sentinel Harde stood at the top of the tower. The forest a few miles away was within his field of vision, and he was surprised to see a group of people coming from the direction of Green Village.
The captain was boiling tea in a kettle with a frown. The news from the north was getting more and more intense. It was said that the White Lion Guards had already fought with the rebels, but the news was very tight. One moment it was said that the rebels had already reached Vlada-Pace, and the next moment it was said that the rebels had already reached Fort Pallas.
But no matter which side it was, the news was mostly bad. At least the army from the north had already taken Ampere Seale. This was true news. Even the sea transport was intermittent, and the number of merchants coming to Abies had decreased significantly.
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