After a brief commotion, peace was restored in the tent. The appearance of the Wind Pearl gave everyone hope. It was as if there was a hand in the dark pushing everything forward. However, people were more willing to believe that it was Mother Marsha's protection for her people. Perhaps victory in the war wasn't impossible. Everyone calmed down a little, and Nair Fisher asked: "Then what is the last sword?"
"The Sword of Nature."
"Can we find this sword in a short time, I mean before the Twilight Dragon and Alpha Wolf Échis?"
"About the Sacred Sword of Nature," Brando replied: "As I described before, the Scepter of Nature and the Soul of the Sacred Sword have been obtained outside the Elemental Border and in the Stagnation Realm respectively, and the Sacred Sword itself should be in Lubic at this moment."
Great Seigneur Valla asked: "Lubic, is it that desert kingdom?"
"That's right. The tomb keepers have been guarding the sword for generations. I only found out about this by chance. But these two friends promised us that they would bring the sword back. I believe them." Brando thought of Adney and Quill, they should already be on their way to Erouine.
There was a commotion, and the Dwarf King Califen asked: "Then what do you mean, are the Seven Swords gathered?"
Even Solomon was a little surprised. Everyone had made up their minds to find the Seven Sacred Swords, but they did not expect the surprise to come so quickly. When they saw Brando nod his head in agreement, the few people in the tent looked at the Flame King with a hint of something in their eyes. He was the owner of the Seven Sacred Swords, and the meaning behind it was self-evident.
Everyone, including the Dwarf King Califen and the Wizard King Solomon, stood up and bowed in this direction, not only for the Wohnde, but also for the authority given by Martha.
Brando did not say a word.
The plan had been set, and the meeting came to an end —
It was close to dawn when they left. In the dark camp, there were only a few wind lanterns swaying in the darkness. The last star in the eastern sky was sinking below the horizon, and the sky was faintly blue. The night wind blew through the wilderness of Manktor, whistling with the chill of autumn. Amandina and Delfien were the only two waiting in the cold wind. They saw Brando from afar, and Amandina stepped forward to greet him, while the Prime Minister's daughter followed behind with a smile.
"Didn't I tell you to rest first?" Brendel looked at Amandina with a little heartache. When he thought of how she might have stood in the cold all night and shivered, he took off his coat and covered her with it. On the side, Delphine smiled and signaled to him with her eyes — 'What about me?'. But she was glared at by Brando.
Amandina grabbed the Lord's coat tightly with her hands, perhaps because of the rising temperature, her face was a little red, her long eyelashes fluttered, and there was some gentleness in her eyes under the light: "I went back, but I couldn't sleep anyway. I received a report in the middle of the night, so I came back."
"What about her?" Brando gestured to the smiling Prime Minister's daughter who was wearing a thick mink coat.
"Miss Delfien, she just arrived." Amandina replied truthfully.
Delfien smiled and tilted her head, not taking it to heart.
Brando had expected this, but this woman liked to pretend to be pitiful. If Amandina was not here, she would definitely pretend that she had stood here all night. But when he saw the latter's face was a little pale from the wind, his heart softened a little. No matter what, at least she came, right?
He took out another coat from the Floating Sphere and covered Delfien with it. The Prime Minister's daughter looked at him with eyes full of affection, making Brando's heart skip a beat.
The three of them walked in the darkness, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. For a while, no one took the initiative to speak, as if they were enjoying this indescribable silence. People often say that when you are silent, you can feel the hearts of others. Brando seemed to have such a feeling in his heart at this moment. He could hear the rhythmic beating of Amandina and Delfien's slender and delicate hearts. One was slightly faster, the other was calm and long, as if the two girls with different personalities were silently telling him something.
He did not know if Amandina and Delfien felt the same as him, but Amandina and the Prime Minister's daughter did not say a word, as if they were also savoring this moment of peace.
It was not until a series of footsteps came from behind, the heavy footsteps with the gentleness of a cat, that Brando knew who had caught up to them. "Mister Brando!" Nair- Fisher shouted from behind. When he saw the two people beside Brendel, he suddenly understood something and stopped a little embarrassedly, "My apologies, Your Excellency Flame King, I'm sorry to disturb you … …"
Brando turned around to look at the Lion Prince, Amandina and Delfien also stopped with him. Nair Fisher was very tall, even taller than Brando by a head, but when Brando looked at him, he was always calm, and the Lion Prince even felt that he was a head lower than him.
"In private," Brando smiled, "You can call me Brando, I actually prefer that name."
Nair Fisher nodded, and a beautiful girl walked out from behind. She looked curiously at Delfien, and then quietly held the Lion Prince's hand.
"Is there something you need from me, Prince Nair?" Brando also looked curiously at the girl. She seemed to be from Cruz, but why was she with the Lion Prince? The two of them looked like they were a couple, and the visual impact was a bit of a beauty and the beast.
However, no matter how you looked at Prince Nair, he was more in line with human beauty, especially his burly figure. Even his lion face was full of resolute handsomeness. His eyes were as bright as emeralds, and they were filled with the color of bravery and courage. Coupled with his status and strength, it was not strange that he attracted the hearts of human girls.
But in front of Brando, this brave and courageous Lion Prince was a bit hesitant, as if he was a young man. He used to look down on the Flame King, who was from Erouine. Compared to the Cruz people, the Erouine people were weaker. What kind of hero could there be in this old kingdom?
But Halran Gaia changed everything.
It was not just the strength, but also the breadth of his mind. As for the Flame King's strength, he was strong enough to kill a Demon King. There was no need to say anything else. Strong but not arrogant, this was a quality that was close to the ancestors. He inherited the Holy Sword Oderfeiss, and not only did he inherit the legacy of the Flame King, Gretel, but he also had the same wisdom and foresight.
Such a hero was truly admirable.
At this moment, Nair Fisher was already full of admiration for Brando. He seemed to be distracted for a moment. The brave and fearless lion-man warrior in the past was actually stuttering. It was only when the girl beside him held his hand that the lion-man prince came back to his senses.
The gaze in his remaining eye became firm.
"Your Excellency Flame King," Nair Fisher said loudly, "I am here to apologize for my rudeness at that time. You are a true hero, and I am ashamed of my slip of the tongue."
Brando was slightly stunned. He did not expect the Lion Prince to bring up the past so seriously.
"Actually, I didn't care about what happened at that time."
"I know you didn't care, but if I don't say these words, I think I will regret it for the rest of my life," the Lion Prince said firmly, "I just want to face my own heart, Your Excellency Flame King. True bravery should not be afraid of one's own heart. Because I hope that one day, I can also become a hero like you!"
Brando was a little interested.
He had seen many people who thought they were high and mighty, but none of them were truly strong in their hearts, including the Silver Queen. Some of them saw stubbornness and stubbornness as determination, and recklessness and abuse of power as courage. However, these people did not even dare to face their own hearts. A person who could not take responsibility would never be able to become a king.
But what was a hero?
He asked, "What do you think is a hero, Prince Nair?"
"A hero is naturally a person who can turn the tide in a desperate situation and save everything, just like you, Your Excellency Flame King. He must shine in history and be remembered by future generations — like the stars in the night sky, shining for eternity, "the Lion Prince answered without hesitation.
However, Brando shook his head and said, "I don't think so."
Nair Fisher looked at him with his mouth wide open.
"It's okay, that's just my personal opinion." Brando laughed. "No matter what, I hope that one day you can become the hero in your heart."
The Lion Prince nodded solemnly.
Amandina watched the Lion Prince's back disappear into the darkness.
She asked softly, "What does my lord think of as a hero?" Hearing this question, Delphine also looked in this direction curiously. Her beautiful face flickered under the light of the wind lantern by the roadside, and her purple eyes flashed with a rare light of doubt.
"There is no hero, Amandina." Brando answered.
"There is no hero?" Amandina was surprised.
But to her second question, Brando chose to remain silent. After a while, he changed the topic and asked, "Who is that girl?"
"Duke Stryker's daughter," Delfien opened her mouth and looked at Brando curiously, "She's not inferior to my beauty, and her brain is also the same. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
"I'm just curious," Brando answered, "I think she seems to know you."
The Prime Minister's daughter covered her mouth and giggled: "She sees me as a thorn in her side, so of course she knows me."
[The relationship between Faena and Delphine is really rare in this circle.] Brendel glanced at her and had a preliminary understanding of the circle of noblewomen. [It's rare to see such a relationship between Faena and Delphine.] Perhaps only the little princess of Mehotofen, who appeared unruly on the surface but was actually aloof from worldly affairs, could accept a 'close friend' like the Prime Minister's daughter who was full of schemes.
Speaking of which, Delfien made use of the pitiful Vahina again, and the latter did not seem to be aware of it until now. Pushing him to the position of the Flame King was only a suggestion from Delfien, but in the eyes of the nobles of Cruz, Vahina was the mastermind from the beginning to the end. At the same time, she was also the one who carried out the plan. Perhaps only a few people knew that the Prime Minister's daughter was adding fuel to the fire behind the scenes.
But it was a pity that those who knew about it either did not say it, or were Delfien's relatives, such as the old Prime Minister. The Prime Minister's daughter easily hid herself behind the scenes and single-handedly planned this drama that changed the history of Cruz, and even the history of Wohnde.
"Don't let Vahina get involved in politics anymore," Brando could not help but say: "You know she's not suitable for this. There's a reason for this incident, but it has already caused dissatisfaction among the nobles."
"What's wrong, are you heartbroken?" Delfien smiled.
Brando glared at her again.
He fell silent and no longer paid any attention to the Prime Minister's daughter to prevent her from taking a mile after taking an inch. He knew that even though his own Amandina did not say it out loud, but in her heart, she held a grudge against the Prime Minister's daughter. Fortunately, Delfien herself seemed to be aware of this and would not easily cross the line.
She was like a somewhat special outsider, always drifting away from the system of Valhalla, but not too far away. In fact, she was getting closer and closer, and even Princess Gryphine and Freya would occasionally begin to accept her existence, and even discuss some internal affairs of the kingdom with her. Fortunately, Brando was now the Emperor of the Empire, and Delfien was by his side. Even the Prime Minister, Old Nidevan, and Great Archbishop Valla had tacitly approved of her status, so she was not an illegitimate person.
After a while, Brando asked again: "About that report, what report is it?"
Amandina who was tightly wrapped in his coat raised her head and slowly blinked her eyes. Then she quickly reacted and lowered her head: "It's a report from the witches."
Brando immediately understood: "About that plan, has it also begun to be implemented?"
"Yes," Amandina nodded: "Because of the full support of the Bugas, although there were some objections, the reaction was not too big. It was much better than what we had expected in advance. Perhaps in two or three years, we will be able to see the initial results, but many people still don't understand why we are doing this. "
Brando sighed, a white gap had faintly appeared on the horizon. His dark eyes reflected the morning light, and his gaze seemed a little distant.
"It's just to prepare beforehand."
"Prepare?" Amandina asked: "What are we preparing for? Will we need these in the battle with the Twilight Dragon?"
"No, it's for the next era."
"The next era …?" Amandina was stunned for a moment. She stood there for a moment and found that Brando had already walked in front of her, so she hurriedly chased after him. She did not know how to judge her mood at the moment. Perhaps she was a little stunned, but also a little happy. Everything seemed to have returned to the beginning, just like when they first met. When people were still at a loss and even in despair, only this man firmly believed in the future.
Facts proved that he was right.
What about this time?
What would the next era be like? She suddenly felt a little envious, because people did not even know if they would live to see the coming of that era. There was no doubt that many people would die in such a war and become nameless monuments. Perhaps they could be admired by future generations, but they might also turn into nothingness and dust like the history of the mortal world.
Only he still believed in it.
Amandina chased after him and asked a rare question: "My lord, what will the next era be like?"
Brando was silent for a moment and said to the two: "Perhaps it will be an era of mortals. That era may be very different from now, but people may remember you, Amandina."
"Me?"
"Your work," Brando suddenly turned around and asked: "Has it been successful?"
"Ah!" Amandina cried out in surprise, her eyes were filled with a thin layer of moisture. She may have never thought that joy could fill her heart so easily and directly, just as she did not expect that Brando had never forgotten.
That was her dream and interest, to use the power of magic to change the world.
Even if she had never mentioned this to outsiders, Erouine's affairs were actually just a responsibility to her Lord, and only this small dream was all that she loved with all her heart. Not only did it inherit her dreams, but it also inherited her longing for her family.
"It's … It's just a small success, but there are still many shortcomings. In dozens of experiments, this is the only chance." Amandina replied like a helpless little girl for the first time.
Delfien, who was behind the two of them, looked at this scene with some interest.
Brando shook his head: "No success is accidental. Although it is still very simple, it has opened a new page in history."
Amandina's face turned red.
It was not because she was shy, but because she felt too ashamed. She never thought that her work would have such a historical status. If this sentence was not said by Brando, it would really be funny. In this field, in front of the masters of the Hazel people, how could she, a mere Erouine, who had just learned the door, dare to say that she had changed history by inventing such a small thing?
This was really a laughable declaration.
But she did not know that Brando was not predicting the future, but seeing everything with certainty. For Erouine, for the world, this moment meant something. Perhaps in a few decades, people would realize how important October of the Year of the Swift was to the history of Wohnde.
It was the story of a Grey Crystal.
In the second half of the year, in many places in the central part of Wohnde, a more far-reaching plan was carried out.
A group of new academies were set up in Saint-ausol, Erouine, Silver Bay, and the Great Plains. When civilian students from all over the country poured into these academies, they were surprised to find that their new teachers were the witches from the Bunosson, or the wise people from the Hazel Highlands.
This was the end of the first era. In this year, Black Magic had stepped onto the stage of history for the first time. The power of the sorcerers seemed to have begun to decline, and under the advocacy of various countries, magical technology began to become the mainstream of the civilization of Order.
However, in a magic academy in Tónigel, a substitute teacher had just taken out a shining crystal from under his robe. He held the crystal up high and said to all the students, "You can take a closer look. This is a Grey Crystal. You can also call it a Mana Crystal. It is an extremely unstable amalgamation of dark magic."
"In the past, people often used it as a violent explosive, and even used it in many wars. But now, with this kind of magical engine, people can more smoothly extract the powerful magic contained in it — "
In the eyes full of desire for knowledge, the young boys and girls who stared at the crystal did not realize that they were witnessing the birth of an era.
In this year, a noble lady from Erouine invented a simple machine. With it, people for the first time really got rid of their dependence on the power of the Tiamat law.
The first day of the Month of Frost.
The snow had not yet fallen in the Wilderness of Four Realms. This was Brando's last day in Mankethor. On this day, he once again saw the great leader of the Fanzin Knight Regiment. This commander's hair had already begun to turn silver, as if symbolizing the hardships the people of Farnezain had experienced in the past year. He had traveled thousands of kilometers, and had only just returned to Mankethor from the Great Plains.
"You've worked hard." Facing this great leader, Brando had to ask, "How is Fanzin now?"
"Everything is fine. Thanks to the help of the countries on the Great Plains, we have rebuilt the Holy Church there," the great leader of the Fanzin Knight Regiment replied, "The Empire is gradually recovering. Although this is not something that can be done in a short period of time, I think that perhaps by the beginning of next year, we will be able to rejoin this war."
"That's just in time for the end of this war," Brando nodded, "With the addition of Fanzin and Eleranta, the chances of winning this war have increased by a lot."
He paused.
Then he looked at the other party.
Brando knew that this great leader would definitely not come here just to chat with him, even if his current identity was extraordinary and could be said to be the commander of the Sacred Alliance in name. But that was only in name. Not to mention that long before the start of the peace conference, Fanzin had been showing goodwill to him. Not only this great leader, but the Supreme Knight Regiment and the Holy Knight Regiment had also come to him more than once.
However, he still hadn't figured out what the Farnezain wanted from him.
The Great Commander of the Farnezain Knights glanced at Solomon beside him. That Sorcerer King, who was taller than ordinary people and had a solemn expression, nodded.
"Your Excellency Flame King, someone wants to see you."
… …
"Tirste —"
When Brendel saw the emaciated man in the dim tent, he was lying on a military bed. His eyes were cloudy, and there seemed to be a last glimmer of light in them. His cheeks were thin and pale, as if he was about to take his last breath, but there was a strong will supporting him, and he was able to hold on until now.
It was such a person that looked neither human nor ghost, but Brando recognized him at first glance.
Perhaps it was because the life and death battle in Braggs's underground auction had left a deep impression on him.
The scene of the noble swordsman with a thin sword in his hand approaching him step by step was still fresh in his mind. And it was at the edge of life and death that he chose the path of a Planeswalker. Or it could be said that from that moment onwards, he had chosen the path that led him to this moment.
Looking back, it was as if yesterday had happened again.
The two of them met again, and it was also because of Braggs, in the backyard of the isolated house in the dark alleyway. At that time, the two of them had hurriedly parted ways, and they did not expect to meet again in a place like this. Just like how Brando recognized Tirste, Tirste also recognized the young man from Bucce.
His eyes lit up like two will-o '-the-wisps, and he struggled to sit up on the bed. But it was only with the help of a Knight that he was able to do so.
Tirste panted heavily as he looked at Brando.
Brando frowned, not used to Tirste's gaze.
"How did you become like this?"
"Where's the beacon?" Tirste asked with a hoarse voice.
"Beacon?"
"Those stone fragments," Tirste seemed to use up all his strength to speak, but he still managed to express his meaning clearly: "You know, Amandina's father."
Brando's heart skipped a beat.
Tirste had already taken out a stone fragment from his robes and placed it on the bedside table. He raised his head and stared at Brando. The stone fragment was greyish brown and slightly flat. How could Brando not recognize it?
"This is the last fragment," Tirste said weakly: "The Tree Herders brought it to Fanzin, and now it's back … …"
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