Just as Brando was about to mention Sifrid's name, the door to the room was pushed open without warning. The young lord's mouth froze as he felt a little annoyed. Who was so rude? He turned around and saw the most unique of the three faces outside the door. It was a man with dark skin with rocky edges and deep set eyes. His hair was braided and fell on a bearskin coat. "Sir, at this time, you can't —" The mercenary who had been forced to retreat into the room stopped abruptly. He turned around and looked at the young lord apologetically. "My lord, they …" The mercenary who had been forced to retreat into the room stopped abruptly. He turned around and looked at the young lord apologetically. "My lord, they …"
Brando waved his hand, indicating that it was fine. He raised his head and looked at the tall Druid standing motionlessly by the door. He recognized the Druid's name as Andrew, one of the elders of the Withering Tree Council. The two men behind him were Rend and Ramu, both of them from the younger generation of the Forest Council.
The mercenary left the room and closed the door behind him, and the room became quiet.
Andrew's eyes were sharp as a hawk's as he looked at the furnishings in the room. Since the battle had just ended, the room was still decorated in the dark red style that Graudin favored. However, there was a pungent smell coming from the thick carpet that made him frown.
When the guards left, Amandina stood up angrily: "What are you doing!" Even though she was petite, she did not back down: "How can you just barge in like that?"
Brando sighed when he heard her words. [These beasts really don't know how to interact with humans in a civilized world.] He stopped Amandina and looked at Sifrid who was standing behind the three Druids. Every time he looked at the little girl's long green hair that flowed like a waterfall, he could not help but feel a sense of freshness. Sifrid hid behind the three Druids who were as tall as a bear and smiled shyly at him. Brando's expression softened a little, and he asked:
"So, what's going on here?"
He was certain that the Druids were here for Sifrid. The Druids of the Forest were a special force in the Amber Sword. They abided by their agreement with Sifrid and lived in the Dark Forest beyond the borders of civilization. Other than recording the effects of the Magic Moon on the animals in the Wilderness, they also monitored the growth of the Dark Forest. Some of the Druids had a good relationship with the locals and would occasionally come out of the Dark Forest to warn the locals of the invasion of monsters. But the Druids of the Withering Tree Council did not belong to that group. Something must have happened in the Dark Forest for them to appear here. [What to do with Sifrid?]
"Lord Viscount," Andrei replied stiffly, "we have come to take Sifrid away."
"What do you mean?" He asked as he looked at Sifrid. But the little girl avoided his eyes, lowered her head and nodded. This made him feel a little strange.
"So," Brando looked at the three Druids: "What business do you have with me?"
"It's like this, My Lord," the youth who had been standing behind Andellu interjected. "Even though we have sought the opinion of Miss Sifrid, her father, and the village elder, Miss Sifrid still insists on obtaining My Lord's permission before leaving."
"Is that so?" Brando lowered his head to look at Sifrid.
"That's right," Sifrid whispered: "Brother Brando."
The young lord looked at her, then at Andrew's party. He pondered for a moment, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. "So, what's the matter?" He asked with a frown: "Just tell me."
"Miss Sifrid has requested for us to form an alliance with you, my lord," Andrew's light grey eyes fell on Erouine's body, as if he was sizing up a certain part of Erouine's old nobility system. He said, "Because it's said that you got into trouble in order to save her." Andrew's stiff Kirrlutz language was rather forceful. "We've considered it, and it's not unacceptable, but there are a few conditions —"
"Wait," Brendel frowned and waved his hand to interrupt them: "I'm not interested in human trafficking. You better tell me what's going on from the beginning to the end."
The room fell silent, and Amandina and Felaern turned their heads to look at him.
The three Druids looked at each other, and Andrew spoke up: "Very well, my lord. The reason why the three of us left the forest is because of the Saint's prophecy. "Brando raised his eyebrows slightly, but he continued to listen patiently. The Druid elder continued: "The prophecy mentioned that a little girl will inherit Lady Sifrid's will, and will be born in this land." He paused for a moment: "… … And we believe that this little girl is Sifrid."
"Apocalypse?" Brando nodded. In the world of Wohnde, even though the Gods were incarnated into the laws of nature, they still had the power to influence the world. When this power interfered with the history of mortals, an oracle would be sent down. This was the prophecy of the Saint. But when he looked at Sifrid, the first thing that came to his mind was whether the Druids were lying to him. A Druid would never joke about the name of the Forest God, unless they were imposters. But of course, they were not imposters. The Druid's magic could not escape Brando's eyes.
This news surprised him. If Sifrid was born because of the Saint's will, then she was not a Chosen. Brando then thought of Graudin's actions against Sifrid. Perhaps the undead of Madara had received some sort of revelation from this prophecy. Furthermore, the Baron might have also received this information from the skeletons. If that was the case, then the previous mystery could be explained. [It seems that the relationship between Count Randner and Madara isn't as simple as just using each other. Based on this prophecy, there's a possibility of a deeper alliance between them.] [But if the prophecy involves the Druids and Madara's undead at the same time, then it might not be as simple as Niya.]
Brando could not help but think that the Forest Goddess and the undead were enemies, and Madara was under the protection of the Darkness Dragon.
In this way, things became complicated.
"How can you be sure that the person mentioned in the prophecy," Brando asked seriously: "is Sifrid?"
"My lord, we have the means to confirm it." Reid replied.
"Means?"
Andro nodded and immediately bowed to Sifrid: "Miss Sifrid, can you please turn around?" The tall druid bowed down to a little girl who was less than half his height, looking like a clumsy bear. It was rather comical. Sifrid nodded obediently and turned around. She parted her hair behind her beautiful little ears, allowing Brando to see a beautiful pattern on the back of her snow-white neck.
It was a leaf-shaped pattern that was derived from a thumb-sized emerald in the middle of her neck, forming a vein. When Brando saw the pattern, he almost jumped up from his chair. "Niya's Sacred Rune!" He shouted in a low voice, his hand holding the table tightly. He blurted out subconsciously, "Marsha above, Daughter of the Forest!"
Andro nodded to Sifrid, and the little girl let her hair down again. She turned around and smiled shyly. But the tall Druid's expression turned serious as he looked at Brando. "My lord," Andro asked: "Do you know of this legend?"
"You mean the Saintess of the Forest?" Brando calmed himself down and nodded: "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm not Viscount Gaston, but I used that identity to deceive Graudin. You can call me Brando. I'm a Highland Knight. The Shire is my retainer. "He paused for a moment:" In fact, I've learned a lot of things from my mentor, and I also heard about the legend of the Saintess of the Forest … … "
Brando finished telling the old lie, and the three Druids did not raise any objections. Instead, they were enlightened. Brando's claim that wizards were knowledgeable was the best excuse for him to hide his identity. Besides, The Shire would never help him expose this lie anyway. But when they heard the young lord's next sentence, their expressions changed: "The Saintess of the Forest is the founder of Valhalla —"
"Valhalla?!" Andro almost rushed over and grabbed Brando's collar, but after taking a step forward, he remembered that this ordinary-looking young man was actually a terrifying Gold-ranked warrior. He paused for a moment and asked: "My lord, you said that Valhalla is related to the Saintess of the Forest? The fantasy country that only exists in legends? "
"You don't know about it?" Brando was surprised. The Saintess of the Forest was Niya's chosen one, the Daughter of the Forest. She was the only inheritor of the bloodline of Valhalla, and she had a considerable connection with this group of Druids. He found it hard to believe that they did not know anything about it. But he still shook his head: "Valhalla does not only exist in legends. On the contrary, it has always existed in this forest. But I'm curious. You have been living in this forest all this time, and yet you don't know anything about it. "
The Druids looked at each other and whispered to each other for a while before they calmed down. "The existence of Valhalla has always been a legend in this area. According to the rumor, this dusty country is one of the first few places left behind by Lady Martha," Rahm said. "No one can confirm the story from such a long time ago. But rumor has it that there is a 'primordial flame' in Valhalla. If it can be reignited, the Black Forest south of Tónigel will become a place of Order. "He could not help but gulp." In this way, the Druids of the Deadwood Council, who have been guarding the land for generations, can finally come to an end, and we can also answer to Lady Niya. "
"So," Brando glanced at them, "this is the meaning of the 'Apocalypse'."
…
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(1) Goddess of the Forest
(2) A kind of wilderness. The Black Forest was a vast forest located on the border of Wohnde, outside of civilization. It was widely distributed from the south of Erouine, all the way to Saint-ausol, the Knight's Nation, Grace, and even the area on the border of Erranta. Long before the Dark Age, humans had learned to explore and open up new places in the Black Forest. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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