The streets were silent, and Brando seemed to be immersed in the memories of a long time ago.
Sword Saint Darius, this name was both strange and familiar to him. Since the second revival, this name once belonged to one of the three important ministers who supported the Kingdom of Erouine. He was active a century before Erouine, and in The Amber Sword, that era was just a background for the players.
In history, later on, the kingdom's spirit was no longer strong. It was said that Gory Keyes ran away, and Tulman returned to the Mithril Fortress. The Sword Saint also lived in seclusion since then. Some people said that he was still alive, and some said that he was already dead. But in Brando's own memory, he still remembered the moment when his grandfather held his hand.
It was just an old man who looked withered. Although his eyes still burned with a flame of determination that was far beyond that of ordinary people, he had reached the end of his life. And in another memory of him, Sophie and Brando, in the dream of the Golden Tree, the old soldier from the November War held a long sword and nodded with a smile.
That was a world made up of Brando's memories, and nothing in that world would be different. He could even clearly feel that kind of expectation, but it was not until today that he understood that the old man had placed some kind of expectation on Brando.
However, in the real history, Brando himself may have died in the old house in Bucce.
If that was the case, why didn't he tell Brando the secret of the Ring of the Wind Empress? What was the Sword Saint hiding in the end?
"My grandfather was the Grand Marshal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the last Holy War?" After a while, Brando suddenly raised his head and asked.
"Ah, I thought my Lord would be more surprised by the old man's identity as the Sword Saint." The Shire was slightly startled, "Indeed, the old man served as the Grand Marshal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire."
No, no. In Brando's memory, in the history of the other world, Sword Sage Darius had never served as the Grand Marshal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Either history was lying, or The Shire was lying. Brando looked at The Shire and the Princess. Princess Gryphine also looked at him, but there was a sense of recognition in her silver eyes.
Sword Saint Darius was also a member of the Royal Faction. He wasn't even a member of the new Royal Faction. But why did he leave the center of power, the declining House of Corvado?
The look in the eyes of The Shire and the princess told him that they were not lying. Or perhaps they were so good at lying that they could tell what they were thinking. The princess was only 16 years old this year.
"But history has never recorded this." Brando pretended to be skeptical.
"Because throughout history, the Holy Cathedral of Fire has always kept the records of every Holy War a secret."
Lies. Brando mercilessly exposed The Shire's lie. No matter how confidential the records of the previous Holy Wars were, some words would still be leaked. Not to mention the prominent position of the Grand Marshal of the Holy War, it was impossible for the entire upper nobility of Erouine to forget.
What's more, in another history, in order to investigate the death of the princess, Brando had the honor of 'reading' the secret records of the Holy Cathedral. Regarding the history of the November War, Sword Saint Darius did not appear at all. Unless there was a change in history, or all the information related to Sword Saint Darius had been deleted or sealed.
There was something else.
The part of Brando's soul that belonged to the game suddenly awakened. The memories in his mind seemed to come alive in an instant, like a flowing river of language and words, emerging from the depths of his thoughts one by one.
The year Sword Saint Darius lived in seclusion, the 325th year of the First Era, the Year of Castor. A number broke into his thoughts like a bolt of lightning.
At that time …
In the Year of Stars, on the 17th of the lunar month, Count Atania led the White Lion Infantry Regiment to the west into the Hagan area, supporting the Cruz people on the flank and attacking the Black Fang tribe of the Toquinin Lionmen.
Since then, the Holy Cathedral of Earth had been defeated, and then the four Holy Cathedrals had reached a reconciliation agreement in four years. Four years after the Year of Stars, the Holy War ended.
Brando clearly remembered that the Year of Stars was the 321st year of the First Era. The two time nodes coincided. This was interesting. There was indeed a problem.
He could not help but close his eyes, and the flashing river of time appeared one by one in front of him.
The Battle of the Long River.
The bleeding Kintins.
The Holy Cathedral of Fire went east.
The attack on the Alfalfa Fields.
Then, it was the beginning of the long and bitter November War. The Holy War had never been so bloody. Brando suddenly realized what made the war so cruel. The veterans who had experienced more than a decade of war were quickly depleted in less than a year of war …
Around …
A series of tug-of-war battles in the Alkash Mountains.
Historical records said that …
The four Holy Cathedrals entered this area at the same time, and then there was a long and dark war, a war that lasted for a year. Almost all the blood of the small duchies and kingdoms like Erouine that were vassals of the four Holy Cathedrals had been drained.
The shadow of that war had lasted until now, and Erouine had lost an entire generation or even two generations of young people.
Brando suddenly felt a chill. History was so close. In another war a hundred years later, the Knight Nation Gretius, Fanzin, Eleranta, the Holy Cathedral of the Wind Empress, and Madara once again entered this area.
It was also a tragic war.
He still remembered the overwhelming army of the undead. Everything seemed to be in darkness.
But the Alkash Mountain Pass did not seem to have such an important strategic position. Why did the Holy Cathedrals fight here again and again? The Alkash Mountain Pass was the traditional territory of Fanzin, but until later, the Cruz people, the Wind Elves, and the undead army of Madara were all stationed here.
Brando's heart pounded, and he realized that he might have grasped the center of gravity. He clearly remembered that after the November War, the Holy War was basically declared over. His grandfather was also living in seclusion at this time. It was as if there was a special player's keenness that told him that if there was a problem in this plot, it must be in the November War.
That tragic war that existed in the memories of all the veterans. Brando also remembered a detail. In that war, the Holy Cathedral awarded many veterans with the precious Candlelight Medal for outstanding performance.
This was unprecedented.
He opened his eyes, which flashed with a breathtaking light.
"Are you okay, Mr. Brando?" Princess Gryphine asked.
"Why didn't you tell me until now?" Brando shook his head and asked.
"I'm sorry," The Shire sighed, "If I could not say it, I would rather keep this secret. To be able to silently protect the Lord, who is the descendant of Marshal Darius, this is already the best wish. "
Brando glanced at him as if he wanted to see through this guy. But The Shire was still The Shire, a young man wearing the robe of an archmage and with a confident smile on his face.
The Shire also responded with a smile.
"This cunning guy," Brando thought in his heart, "Let's change the question. Why did my grandfather live in seclusion in Braggs in the end? You know, I didn't even know that he was a Highland Knight. Was my father also kept in the dark? "
"No, your father should know some inside information, Brando," Princess Gryphine replied, "In fact, I don't know much, but at least I know that when Lord Darius left the army, your father was already an adult. On that day, he also arranged a marriage. According to the tradition of the Highland Knight, the other party was also a noble of Kadirego."
"That was my mother, but my grandfather never taught me about the traditions of the nobles. Before I grew up to a certain age, I never thought that and did not know that the people of Kadirego had anything to do with the Highland Knight," Brando replied.
"Ah, Lord Darius is like this … Then did he teach you swordsmanship?" Princess Gryphine was slightly surprised.
"Grandfather taught me some swordsmanship, but it was all superficial military swordsmanship," Brando replied.
"Ah …" The half Fairy Princess was really surprised this time. She couldn't help but raise her long eyelashes and looked at Brando curiously, "Mr. Brando, your swordsmanship …"
"There's more to it than meets the eye," Brendel replied, "including the knowledge that I have now. In my other experience, I once studied under a wizard."
Brando thought that he wasn't lying. His swordsmanship did have another origin. It was an improved military swordsmanship that was modified by a player from the Sword Saint Darius. He was also once taught by a wizard, but that was in the game.
"That must be a tortuous experience," Gryphine said with some admiration.
"Yes, so tortuous …" Brando sighed, but the meaning was very different from what Gryphine had imagined. At least he had never heard of, let alone experienced, such a story. Ever since he escaped from Bucce, the two worlds had overlapped in his life.
"So, what's going on here?" Brendel sighed and continued to ask. He pretended to be eager to know the answer, but the answer was already in his heart. He just needed to confirm it. "I think there must be more to this than meets the eye."
"My Lord, I said, I will keep the secret." The Shire replied, "In fact, the past is meaningless. We only need to know that fate still favors some people. My Lord, your appearance here today proves that the old master was right — "
No, he was probably the only one who understood that all of this was not connected by fate, because history had already changed. He was the only one who knew the true future, and his presence here proved that everything that had been fixed had already become unstable.
Because Brando was supposed to die in Bucce, and Erouine was supposed to step on the path predetermined by history.
However, fate handed the present world to Alice, but handed history and the future to the blind goddess Elaine. The present world was connected by an invisible line, and this line was cause and effect. History and the future presented infinite unknowns and possibilities on the cards.
It was because of this infinite future.
Only mortals could control their own fate.
Brando firmly believed in this, so where did the problem lie? There must be such a line — a line that Brando did not die, and he did not cross. In which world, what kind of scene would it be? What was the mission entrusted to Brando?
"What a loser." Brando couldn't help but curse. The descendant of a Sword Saint died in the hands of a skeleton. This was probably the biggest joke in the history of Erouine, but it was completely buried in the game, leaving no trace.
But it didn't matter, he had at least guessed part of the answer. Brando glanced at The Shire and asked, "If I'm not wrong, in November of the Year of the Stars, the Holy Cathedral of Fire's coalition forces — the Erouine Kingdom Army must have been attacked from behind by their allies in the Alkash Mountains, right?"
"Let me guess, but what the Holy Cathedral of Fire didn't expect was that Sword Saint Darius was so strong that he led Erouine's army to kill a bloody path."
"Is that right?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was sonorous and powerful. Every word he spoke was filled with vitality. Brando looked calm and composed, but Her Royal Highness bit her lip, and The Shire looked like he had seen a ghost. Everyone was stunned by this outrageous statement.
Only then did Brando suddenly laugh, but the light in his eyes at that moment was so wise and confident in the eyes of others.
"Ha …"
Brando almost wanted to laugh out loud, "So that's how it is, so that's how Madara's undead army attacked us from behind back then. Those bastards from the Fire of the Thorns, haha, I really wronged you back then … "
"The Holy Cathedral of Fire, the Holy Cathedral of Light, how interesting."
"It's a pity …"
"I'm actually a player, and a transmigrated player at that."
This was really a surprise, Brando gritted his teeth and laughed.
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