Without waiting for Brando to continue asking, she suddenly waved her hand and said, "Alright, I've done what I came here to do. Brando, I'm glad to see you officially join us as one of us. After this farewell, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see you again in the future. You can only rely on yourself for the future. "
Brando was stunned.
It wasn't that he didn't know that the Elemental Emperor would eventually leave, but it was only when the Elemental Emperor said goodbye that he realized that he was facing a Legend from thousands of years ago.
"Lord Tuman …"
"Hey, don't be shy. We're all men. Besides, with Saint-ausol teaching you, I believe you won't have too many problems. "Tuman smiled slightly," Although he's a little stubborn, he's one of my best students. "
"Hmph!"
The Wind Empress snorted heavily. But when she looked up at the translucent Tuman, she could not help but frown, "Old man, I have a question too."
Tuman turned his head and asked with a smile, "Ask away, my student."
"After the Battle of Osopao, did you die …" Saint-ausol hesitated for a moment before asking.
There seemed to be a moment of silence on the platform.
But Tuman finally spread out his hands, "I'm afraid it's difficult for me to answer this question. Because you know the history after the Battle of Osopao better than I do. When I left this image, the late king should still be in Elka. "
"That was before we marched into the Great Swamp." Saint-ausol frowned and looked at him. Brando muttered to himself, but in his mind, he was recalling the history of the conversation between the two. In the War of the Holy Saints, the Four Sages did not have an army to resist the Dark Dragon from the beginning.
In fact, before marching into the Great Swamp, the Dark Dragon did not care about these 'lowly people' from other races. Before the Battle of Osopao, this' tyrant 'and' dictator 'of history had been staying in Elka near the Eternal Glacier. Even the players did not understand this part of history.
For example, there was no record of what he was planning in the Eternal Frozen Glacier. Brando could only guess that Kelsie's whereabouts might be related to this matter based on what the deer demoness had said about Odin once inviting Kelsie to join him in fighting against the mysterious enemy.
Soon after, the Battle of Osopal broke out, and the Resistance Army invaded Demia. The victory of this battle became a turning point in history. Since then, the resistance forces began to grow stronger. The Bugas and the dragons joined the war one after another. Not long after that, news of the Elemental Emperor Tuman's death spread.
When he thought of this, he could not help but glance at Tuman.
"The Bugas said they killed you, but some of the Silver Elves saw that you were only injured and fled, and not long after that you disappeared in the Alfalfa Fields." Saint-ausol continued, "In the end, we weren't able to confirm whether or not you were really dead. However, to boost morale, Fanzin announced that you were dead —"
After listening to Saint-ausol's words, Tuman could not help but laugh, "My student, does it really matter whether I'm dead or not? Besides, if you use the news of my death to boost morale, with my temper, I would never hide and not show up — you know very well what I would do, so don't you already have an answer? "
By the time the Elemental Emperor finished speaking, the lower half of his body had almost disappeared. He looked like a ghost floating in the air.
The Elven sister looked at him like this and could not help but clench her fists, replying silently, "I just wanted to confirm …"
"You have confirmed it," Tuman replied, his voice gradually fading, "Remember to say hello to Elanta for me."
"She will definitely cut your greeting in half!"
Saint-ausol watched Tuman's figure completely disappear, and after a long while, such a vicious sentence popped out of her mouth. Then she turned her head and looked at Brando, who was staring at her with his mouth agape, and could not help but vent her anger, "What are you looking at?"
Brando hurriedly shrugged his shoulders. The grudges and disputes of the era of the War of the Holy Saints really had nothing to do with him, but presumably, Tuman, as the teacher of Saint-ausol, Gretel, and Fanzin, must have had a hard time when these three Sages fought with him.
But when did the collapse of the Miirna people begin?
Brando certainly knew of that era. The Miirna people at that time were as proud as the people of Cruz today. No, they were even more proud, because the territory of their empire was once so vast that it included the entire Wohnde today. Today's Cruz, Fanzin, Saint-ausol, and Elanta were only a small part of the empire in that era.
But even such a powerful empire eventually collapsed in an instant. And today, the existence of the Miirna people could no longer be seen on the continent.
Brando silently thought about these things, but he did not expect the Wind Empress to suddenly pat him and ask, "Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"
The elf lady looked around suspiciously, "This place should be at the edge of the Black Forest, what are you doing in the wilderness alone? Is it just to see this old man … … old man. "
She probably realized that the other party was dead, so her words seemed to be a little contradictory, so she changed her words halfway.
"Of course not." Brando shook his head, only then did he remember his purpose of coming here. But this matter was not easy to explain, so he could only answer ambiguously, "Of course I'm here to look for treasure. I met Lord Tuman, you saw it, it was just an accident."
"Treasure hunt?"
Saint-ausol stared at him suspiciously, "What treasure hunt, let me see?"
As a former hero who had experienced the War of the Holy Saints, she instinctively smelled that Brando's words were not true. But unfortunately, although the Wind Empress was experienced and knowledgeable, she could not stump Brando. Brando took a few steps back, as if he was silently counting his steps. He counted a few steps, and then walked towards the mountain wall.
Saint-ausol subconsciously thought that this guy was pretending to be mysterious. She narrowed her eyes, but she did not expect that in just a short moment, Brando pulled out something from the vines coiled around the mountain wall.
"What is this?" The elf lady could not help but look at the thing in Brando's hand, and then she found that it was something like a slate.
Brando just smiled mysteriously at the Wind Empress' question.
"Of course this is something good."
He kept her in suspense and answered. But this time he was not lying, because in another history, this slate was indeed something that changed Erouine's history.
And this was the real reason why he asked Freya to come along.
In another history, this was the private property of the Valkyrie. And in this history, Brando naturally wanted to return it to its rightful owner.
… …
Tick tock, tick tock.
In the large room, there seemed to be only the dull sound of a taut clock. This sound echoed in the empty room as if it was infinitely magnified. The shadow of the sun passed through the shade of the trees and fell in this study, leaving layers of shadows on the carpet, like a strange picture.
A pair of snow-white feet wearing wooden clogs stepped on the carpet, occasionally ruining the artistic conception of the whole painting.
Although Yura could not see, she seemed to have a natural ability to feel everything around her. She quietly walked around the room, occasionally turning back to look at her husband with a mysterious smile on her face.
Those who were familiar with her knew that this future lord's wife had a special ability called foresight.
Outsiders did not know how terrifying this Lady Overlord's ability was. But ever since she lived in this castle for two months, no one dared to look down on her authority.
The young man sitting behind the desk, or the future lord of this territory, the Knight Madman in Brando's eyes, of course, was actually Eke. He held his chin with one hand and stared at his wife with a bored expression.
In fact, ever since the battle of Ampere Seale, the whole world seemed to have calmed down, and he began to feel out of place. The kind of life he was pursuing should be one where his blood boiled, and he would help the weak.
But it was a pity that Erouine, or at least Erouine's southern border, was uncontrollably calming down with each passing day.
The only news that was slightly exciting was that there was a war in the south that made Count Randner nervous day by day. Unfortunately, as long as Count Randner's brain was still functioning, he would probably not send an army into Anthony's territory.
Moreover, after the battle of Ampere Seale, Duke Anthony had strictly forbidden him from leaving.
The young man could not help but sigh deeply and mumble: "My dear, you said that something would happen today, but we waited until now. It seems that your prophecy is wrong again."
Yura was not annoyed by her husband's words. She turned to look at Eke and gave him a reassuring smile. Because she was wearing the traditional clothing of the Nine-headed Phoenix, her entire person was filled with a kind of elegant and intellectual beauty. Eke could not help but stare at her in a daze.
He coughed lightly and asked: "By the way, are you feeling better?"
"Much better. Thank you for your concern, my lord husband," Yura replied: "I'm much better. My lord husband, please be patient. In the Nine-headed Phoenix, nourishing one's spirit is an important etiquette. "
"But we've been waiting for hours."
Just as Eke's voice trailed off, the door suddenly opened with a click. He was slightly startled and raised his head, only to see Makarov standing outside with an expressionless face.
"Lord Makarov, why are you here?" He was surprised. Makarov interrupted him: "Don't ask so much, Eke. Abies received a letter, and one of them is for you."
"Your Highness?" Yura asked.
"Hah, it's Count Tónigel!" Eke jumped up in excitement. "Great, I knew he wouldn't forget about me!"
"Hurry up and give me the letter, Lord Makarov. Oh, right, what's written in the letter?" He was still somewhat rational and stopped to ask about the contents of the letter.
Makarov glanced at him and shook his head. This future Duke Anthony grew up in the wilderness. Even though he received some noble education, he was still a mercenary in his bones. His mind was filled with a messy Knight's thoughts.
What gave him a headache was that he didn't understand how he managed to raise such an heir to the feudal lord. He pondered for a moment before replying calmly, "The letter says that we should go to Fort Vallenda--"
"Fort Vallenden? "Isn't that Duke Viero's hometown? Wait, why are the Count and the others going to Viero's province?" Eike asked in surprise. Isn't Count Randner still at war? "
Makarov stared at him in silence.
The young man seemed to have realized that he had said something wrong and coughed: "That … … The news about Count Randner was … … Yura was the one who told me. I definitely did not go out! "
"My lord husband … …" Yura could not help but sigh heavily. He was a little too decisive in betraying his teammate.
… …
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