Brando was greatly shaken, this was his biggest secret in this world. Although he and Brando were one, it was still difficult to explain where the memories of the two lives came from. Although he had accepted everything, it was inevitable that there would be a knot in his heart.
Who would have thought that this secret hidden in his heart would be torn apart by the Golden Demonic Tree. That's not right, but he immediately shook his head. The Golden Demonic Tree's spirit could not have penetrated into his heart so quickly. That monster was using his habits. Why would Brando's grandfather say something like that?
Brando suddenly understood, it must be because he thought that the old man would say something like that. Only people would understand what they were afraid of, and in this world, his enemy was himself.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he realized that his Spiritual Defense Line had not changed hands, the feeling of being exposed in front of the enemy disappeared, and he quickly calmed down. The Golden Demonic Tree's first attack was coincidentally neutralized by him using his previous life's experience, and his spirit became even more stable. He could not help but cry out in relief.
He pulled out the Thorn of Light and replied: "Whether I have the qualifications or not, we will know after a test."
The old man nodded: "Not bad, that's more like a man of the Damon Family. However, there are too many people in this world who talk big, and I do not wish for my descendants to be such incompetent people. "
Brando's heart skipped a beat. This was not a test, Brando's grandfather's reaction was Brando's self-affirmation. This meant that his self-confidence was gradually recovering, and this was a sign that his spirit was reaching the peak of stability.
This was a good sign.
Brando signaled his grandfather to make the first move. Even if it was a dream, he was still facing his own elder. Out of politeness and self-confidence, he should also be courteous.
In the Golden Demonic Tree's dream, blindly taking the first move was not a sign of one's strength having the upper hand, but rather an undetectable trap that the evil creature had set for one. Only by guarding every weakness in one's human nature could one not let it take advantage of them.
The old man nodded again. He took a step forward with his left foot and placed his sword behind his left arm. Brando could not help but feel his scalp tingle when he saw this. Even he himself had not reached this level of swordsmanship back then. As for Bretton, Freya and the others, their swordsmanship was nothing compared to this. Brando, who was your grandfather?
As this thought flashed through his mind, Brando felt the sword in his hand become heavier. He couldn't help but curse out loud. His fear had actually been caught by the Golden Demonic Tree. How was he supposed to live?!
He also assumed a defensive stance. As he did not have any other sword skills, he chose a more mature defensive stance from the military sword skills. In front of such a seasoned swordsman, it was meaningless for him to put on the airs of the high-level swordsmanship he had used in the past. Without the accumulation of experience, just putting on airs in front of Brando's grandfather was equivalent to saying that he was full of flaws.
As an experienced warrior, Brando deeply understood this point.
The old man did not say anything, and with a flash of his sword, he attacked. Brando discovered that his grandfather's sword was not fast, but it was steady, so steady that it was frightening. Using the words of a professional warrior to describe it, it was as if there were no flaws at all from the front. It was clearly an ordinary sword strike, but it felt as if all the gaps in the sword were within the range of the opponent's counterattack.
He sucked in a breath of cold air. This was the swordsmanship that Brando remembered from his grandfather's memories? No wonder he was able to obtain the Candlelight Medal. This monstrous swordsmanship, no wonder Brando's talent in swordsmanship was so outstanding. It turned out that they came from the same lineage. He could not help but think that if this old man's background was slightly better, he would have been directly conferred the title of Knight.
Brando did not have any room to counterattack, so he could only seal off his opponent's space for further attacks. With a clang, the two swords collided. Such a strong force, Brando was secretly shocked. But before he could recover from his shock, he felt his opponent's sword become heavier.
F * ck your mother's Golden Demonic Tree!
Of course, Brando knew what was going on. This was simply seamless. Compared to this, the Golden Demonic Tree in the game was simply like a toy. What was a master at manipulating people? This was it. But at this moment, Brando did not feel afraid at all. Instead, he felt a strong desire to fight.
He stared into his grandfather's eyes. The old man's expression had always been as calm as water, but it was as if he could see through people's hearts.
Brando suddenly felt that it was very strange. Why would such an outstanding grandfather be so indifferent in Brando's heart? When he first saw this old man, he even had to rely on his childhood memories to confirm that this was indeed his grandfather.
This was clearly not normal.
He searched through his own memories. Brando's memories of his grandfather seemed to be that he was strict and unsmiling. Then there were the Candlelight Medal and the heavy halo of the veteran of the November War. And the other memories of this grandfather were not even as deep as the old house and the oil painting.
But how could a grandfather and grandson who had been together for a few years become strangers when they met again? Even his grandfather's voice and appearance had gradually faded away. Brando did not seem like such a person.
He once again blocked the old man's sword. Clang! The sound of metal clashing rang out. He felt the sword in his hand become heavier, and it almost flew out of his hand. Brando was shocked. He could not help but look at the old man.
The old man's expression became serious, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied.
Ten years, I am still not grandfather's match.
Brando could not help but read the message in his heart. Not good, I am doubting myself! He was shocked. A crack appeared in his spirit defense line, and his attacks became more and more disorderly. He was actually knocked to the ground by the old man's attack. Our protagonist's heart turned cold, and he hurriedly climbed up from the grass.
But when he climbed up and looked back, there was no grass. This was clearly a grey house. That's right, this was Bucce's old house. That night, he woke up here and came to this world.
Brando's forehead was covered in cold sweat. This meant that the Golden Demonic Tree's invasion had deepened. He could not help but reach for his pouch, which contained the key to overcoming this situation. But he hesitated. Should he use a trick?
He suddenly felt a sense of unwillingness. He raised his head and looked at the old man's face. It was Brando's grandfather's face. The old man's face was still serious, and his wrinkled face had a hint of disappointment.
This disappointment deeply pierced him.
It was as if Brando's twenty years of memories had suddenly become clear. It was as if they wanted to leave his body and fight his grandfather alone.
I can do it. Let me do it.
He suddenly had such a thought. He knew that it was Brando's emotions that were affecting him. He had already integrated into this world, into the memories of his family.
But he shook his head. No, maybe this was the Golden Demonic Tree taking advantage of his weakness? He had to immediately use that technique to leave this dream. But when he put his hand on that position, he could not help but be shocked.
Because he saw the disappointment on the old man's face become more and more obvious.
"No, I can't abandon Brendel."
"But you have to understand that the Golden Demonic Tree is taking advantage of Brando's weakness"
"But even so, it is still a part of me"
"You will fail"
"But abandoning your weakness does not mean that you have won against yourself"
Brando suddenly calmed down.
He suddenly realized why Brando's grandfather did not say a single word from the moment he attacked. Although the old man had many chances to completely destroy Brando's psychological defenses, and although the old man's face was filled with disappointment, he did not say anything.
But the old man didn't say anything. He just watched and waited quietly.
Brando suddenly felt a bolt of lightning piercing through his soul, illuminating every dark corner of his heart. He suddenly understood that this was not because the Golden Demonic Tree had pity for Brando.
No, it was because that young man was still protecting the last piece of pure land in his soul!
Then why?
Brando could not help but raise his head to look at the old man's solemn, slightly sighing face. That face hidden in the shadows of the old house seemed to be hiding something. Was it disappointment?
It was disappointment.
His entire body suddenly trembled. What was that disappointment waiting for? It was unspoken hope, Brando. That was the grandfather in Brando's memories. That stern and deep gaze was filled with disappointment towards this young man's growth, but this deep disappointment was not blame — — it was hope that one day, Brando would understand, understand the familial love behind this hope.
Family would never truly blame you. They would only wait, wait for the day you understand. Perhaps one day, they would grow old, perhaps one day, they would no longer exist in this world, but they would still remain in your heart, waiting for the day you understand.
Waiting for you to understand their love for you.
Brando raised his head, his hand tightly gripping his sword. He raised his head, holding back his tears. He had always thought that he had understood this world, but he never thought that he did not understand anything.
"Brando, do you still remember what I told you? Your spine must be as straight as your sword. As a man of the Damon family, you must live with your head held high. You are my grandson. You are the best in my heart. "The old man raised the sword in his hand again.
"Come, let me see what you've learned in the ten years since I left."
Brando nodded, his face already filled with tears. This was his grandfather's words, but it was also not. This was the answer he gave himself in his heart. This was the path that Brando wanted.
He took a deep breath.
The two swords crossed — —
"Stand up, Brando. How can the men of the Damon family be so weak?"
"What are you crying for? Can a scratch kill you?"
"Tell me, how do you want me to punish you this time?"
In his memory, his grandfather should be the one who sat sternly in the position of a parent, silent, and looked at him with a disappointed gaze.
In his memory, his grandfather should be the one who was always dissatisfied with everything he did.
However, the old man in his memory had finally finished the last journey of his life. Brando stood in front of the wooden bed, feeling his grandfather's hand gently placed on his head, just like when he was a child by the Braggs River. However, in the end, his grandfather's hand lost its strength and brushed across his young face.
It was so rough, but it made people feel that they could rely on him. Was that sigh still a disappointment in the end, or was it a heavy responsibility and hope?
Brando felt that his grandfather's dream was disintegrating around him, and he held the Candlelight Medal in his hand that was disappearing into specks of dust. He did not say anything for a long time.
"Thank you, old man."
"Thank you, grandfather."
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