As if by some strange coincidence, Brando obeyed Maynild's orders and gave the order to set up camp, but he didn't bring The Shire, Metisha, or Hipamira with him. Instead, he chased Maynild into the Anserra Forest alone. The two warhorses passed through the forest at night and passed through a gentle hillside. This was the Weiler Hillside to the north of Shallow Water Town that Brando was familiar with. But soon, the forest gradually became sparse and open up, and in Brando's field of vision, a silver-like path paved between the woodlands. It was actually the reflection of the moonlight. The silver moon hung high in the sky, depicting the uneven treetops of the cedar trees, and the withered leaves piled up in layers below.
The graceful figure of the female Knight was always in front of Brando, maintaining a steady pace. She didn't speak, just silently moving forward. But Brando finally couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart. He urged the horse to close the distance between them. "What do you want, Madam Maynild —"
The female Knight slowed down and answered without turning her head, "Didn't I tell you before? I know where the Crystal Stag is." Her voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing gently.
This wasn't the answer Brando wanted. He wanted another answer. "But how do you know …?"
This place was already very close to a valley in his memory called Holy Silver Valley, where many moonlight flowers bloomed. But more importantly, there was an even more beautiful and enchanting creature living there.
In the folklore of the Anserra Forest, there was a charming Crystal Stag living in the forest. Every full moon night, it would wander through the forest and devour the moonlight. Only a few people had seen it before, but any hunter who met it by chance would be lucky for the next month.
After all, legends were just legends. The Crystal Stag in The Amber Sword was an elemental creature from the Water Elemental Plane. A small number of them existed in Wohnde, and in Erouine, they mostly lived in the Anserra Forest and the Falling Needle Hills to the south of the Stained Frost Forest. Their food was pure magic, so when the Moon of Magic was full, these enchanting creatures would migrate in the direction of the flow of magic in the forest.
This was a Level-55 elemental creature with a simple "healing" element. It was worth mentioning that they weren't as peaceful as the legends said. The Crystal Stag had a strong sense of territory and would often attack intruders. And they would also move with the Frost Demons in the forest, so they weren't suitable prey.
But there was only one Elemental Activation mission in the north of Manoir, and that was to obtain the crystallized blood of the Crystal Stag.
The question was, how did she know all this?
The female Knight turned her head, and the milky moonlight outlined the curve of her face. She looked at him, and there was a bright reflection in her eyes, but she was very calm. "I also know that you want crystallized blood."
Brando's knuckles turned white as he gripped the reins. "Who exactly are you?"
"An equivalent exchange. Before I answer your question, I want to ask you a question." Maynild turned her head and continued to move forward slowly on the horse's back. Her voice was very soft and calm, as if she was narrating something unimportant.
"…" Brando was silent for a moment. His mind was a mess, and he tried to organize it. But all his questions were focused on one point. He said hesitantly, "… Ask away."
"Some people are racing. At this time, a rider has surpassed the original second place. May I ask what place he is now?"
Brando didn't expect Maynild to ask such a strange question. Without thinking, he answered, "First place?"
Maynild giggled. "I understand. You're Sophie, right?"
Brando was like a stone statue on the horse's back. He stared at the female Knight in a daze, his teeth chattering. That name seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat. "Allium Japonicum … senior?"
Maynild stopped and glanced at him.
"I'm not her."
"That's impossible!" Brando was a little anxious. He almost recognized her. Otherwise, why didn't Maynild exist in history? Why did she look exactly like his senior? Why did she know who he was?
But why didn't she admit it?
"But I know her —" Maynild replied faintly.
Brando was slightly startled. Maynild's tone was very quiet, as if to calm his restless heart. He looked at the woman, the familiar back, in confusion. "What's going on?"
"I don't know …" Maynild sighed faintly. "But I'm very happy that I guessed right. If you don't feel bored, I can tell you about myself — "
"Please tell me." Brando tried his best to suppress his emotions. He felt that he was going crazy.
"I've been dreaming since I can remember. Some strange, absurd dreams. Sometimes, in my dreams, I dream that the kingdom is overturned and everything is in a sea of fire. Sometimes, I dream that I've become another person. In such dreams, I'm like a bystander, but I'm still struggling in an obscure fate. In the end, history returns to the same path … "Maynild slowly recounted her past. Her voice became a little gloomy." … In that history, I know your senior. "
Brando seemed to have woken up from a dream. The first thing he said was, "That's impossible!"
"Among all her members, you're the dumbest. In all the intellectual questions, you're always wrong. But her favorite member is you. Because you're simple and full of ideals, like a blank piece of paper. " Maynild replied, "I've more or less guessed your identity. But until today, I'm sure who you are — Sophie."
Brando held the reins tightly and stared at the woman.
"If you're not her, why are you telling me this?" His voice sounded a little like his soul had been sucked out.
"Because I'm scared."
"Scared?"
"In my dreams, I've seen many strange scenes. I don't know which of them are real and which of them are fake. But it wasn't until this dream began to come true that I began to fear the end. I gave myself a name — Maynild. In the few fragments of my memory about the dream, this word represents revenge. I hope to fight against my fate. "
"Wait …" Brando seemed to be listening to an incredible story. He found that he understood the things that Maynild said. They corresponded to everything that happened in the previous world. But just as he was about to speak, the Knight interrupted, "Don't interrupt."
The Knight continued, "Because of this wish, I came to the princess' side. But I found that my idea was wishful thinking. I joined the Royal Faction, but it was just like what I saw in my dream. Even the Royal Faction couldn't stop it from happening. Erouine was like a sinking ship caught in a storm. Everyone on the ship could only watch as it was pulled into the center of the whirlpool … "
At this point, she stopped and asked, "Do you believe what I said?"
Brando's feelings at this moment were no less than the day he traveled to Bucce. His mind was also a mess. He vaguely felt that there was some kind of connection between the two, but he couldn't figure it out. Hearing the Knight's question, he nodded stiffly and said, "This is an incredible story, but …"
"But you believe it, right? Because you personally experienced part of it." Maynild asked quietly. This question made Brando shiver.
He stared at her.
"Because it was an opportunity for me." Maynild did not avoid Brando's gaze. "Until one day, I found that everything started to deviate from its original path."
"… From which day." Brando had already guessed something, but he still asked in a ghostly tone. His voice was trembling.
"From the day Graudin died."
Brando trembled slightly.
The Knight seemed to have never spoken so much in her life. She sighed softly and said, "Do you understand, Mr. Brando? I know that you are the only opportunity to change everything. Only you can prevent Erouine from falling into destruction. Because I know that you and I have experienced the same history — "
"Although I don't know where you came from, maybe you had the same dream as me, but at least I understand your thoughts." She turned around and looked at him with bright eyes: "You won't let it happen again, right?"
Brendel rode silently on his horse and did not answer for a while.
"Why are you telling me this?" After a while, he asked the same question as before.
"Because I want to help you —"
Maynild answered.
"Help me?"
"That dream was clear and blurry at the same time. It let me know some trivial things. Although I can't remember when the war between Erouine and Madara broke out, I can't tell who is enemy and who is friend. It's like there's a barrier between me and history — "She paused for a moment:" But, you know, she knows more than you. I can help you, Brando. "
"Like now?" Brando took a deep breath. He knew that Maynild was right. She knew more than he did. Before the Year of Lin Mao, he was still a complete rookie. Most of the information he had about the era before this came from the records on the forum after that.
But before the first War of the Black Roses broke out, she was already a veteran commander.
But he did not expect that even in another world, she would still stand by his side like before.
Brando suddenly felt a stinging sensation at the corner of his eyes. He blinked: "Can you remember everything, Madam Maynild?"
"I can't," the Knight answered calmly: "But I can at least remember part of it."
"That's enough." Brando smiled slightly. He had completely calmed down. He stopped his horse and extended his hand to her: "With Martha as the witness, it's a pleasure to work with you."
Maynild stopped as well. This was a common way for players to form parties in the game. She was slightly startled, as if she was in a different world.
But she only reached out and touched Brando's finger lightly: "It's a pleasure to work with you, but don't try to take advantage of me —"
Brando: "… …"
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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