The moonlight was as bright as silver, spilling on the floor.
The young prince stood bashfully at the boundary between light and darkness. In the darkness, only his sharp chin, which resembled that of a young girl's, his slender upper body, and the hazy silhouette of his formal dress could be seen. His silver-gray eyes, which resembled gemstones, sparkled in the darkness. He was full of shyness, and his hands were stretched out, awkwardly grabbing the sides of his dress.
Although it was only a silhouette in the darkness, Brando was very satisfied.
Haruz hesitated for a moment before slowly walking out. First, it was a pair of silver shoes tied with a bow. Then, it was a long lace dress with a silver hem. Then, it was her petite upper body. She was dressed like a noble princess. The silver dress and the huge bow on her chest revealed her thin collarbones and round shoulders like a little girl's. Her hair had also grown long. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. There were curly strands of silver hair hanging down from each side of her head. There were also many fluffy silver curls in her ponytail. She looked very elegant.
The moonlight sprinkled on him, and the surface of his snow-white skin and silver outfit reflected a faint layer of luster, looking like a holy mountain elf. Haruz stared at the ground, blushing to his slender neck. His pointed ears trembled a little shyly, and he blinked his big watery eyes gently and slowly.
Brando was stunned for a moment.
In front of him, there was still the shy little prince Haruz, but it was clearly a smaller version of Princess Gryphine. No, even Her Royal Highness did not have such a delicate temperament. This temperament was simply complementary to the little prince's female outfit. Brando never dreamed that he would see such a gentle and quiet Princess Gryphine.
He couldn't help but cough, "This … Should I call you Prince Haruz, or Your Royal Highness?"
Although this suggestion was made by him, he couldn't help but regret it at this time. Brando himself didn't expect Haruz to look like this after changing into female clothes.
Hopefully, there would be no sequelae.
"Mr. Brando … Teacher, if you say that again, I'll really get angry." Haruz frowned and replied angrily. He looked left and right at his outfit, and his face was still a little red. "This, this is just a necessary choice to leave this dream, but not to give teacher a chance to make fun of me-"
Brando was slightly startled. He didn't expect his little student to be so shy and say such a thing. Even on normal days, the little prince rarely dared to talk back to him.
For a moment, he almost thought he was hallucinating, and couldn't help but stare at Haruz strangely.
The little prince lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Ladies can't carry swords at the banquet, right?"
Brando nodded.
"Then please help me keep the Lion's Fang, teacher." Haruz handed his sword to Brendel. Brendel then realized that his student did seem to have changed. He took the sword and put it into the Dimension Cave while asking softly, "Haruze, you look a little like your sister now —"
"Well, I don't know why I think of my sister." The little prince nodded with a red face, "But teacher is right, people can't always rely on others to live, and to leave this dream, I have to work hard. There are many people in Erouine who suffer in this way, and compared to them, this is just a small difficulty. "
Brando's eyes lit up slightly.
In fact, he did not spend much time convincing Haruze before. He just told his student about a possibility. Of course, they could spend more time looking for the imaginary fiancée, but the dream of the Lost Ones was a world of disintegration, and every minute they stayed here, there would be more danger.
The Lost Ones let Haruz enter this dream, perhaps with such considerations in mind. Although he didn't know what the Lost Ones' plans were, the mission in the dream must be closely related to everyone who entered the dream, and it would never be a mission for one person. So he frankly told Haruz about the dangers and risks, let him choose for himself, and told him that he could bear the same risks with him.
In the end, Haruz chose this simple way.
He originally thought it was just because of the little prince's weak compromise, but he didn't expect him to have such thoughts in his heart.
Brando couldn't help but feel a little gratified. The little prince's blind weakness was almost disappointing, but he didn't expect that there would be a day when he would wake up. Although it made people a little dumbfounded, when the future king of Erouine talked about how he changed his life, would he say it was because of a woman's dress?
But although it was difficult to change one's character in a short time, as long as one had such an understanding in his heart, at least he would slowly become stronger. In history, Haruz had also become independent and married Ellara, so in this world, it was not impossible for him to become a real king.
All he needed was an opportunity.
Brando smiled, "I'm surprised you can say that, but your sister will be very happy. But I'm sure your sister will be very happy. At least you look like a qualified king now. "
But would a king wear women's clothes? As a player, it was inevitable that some strange thoughts would appear in Brando's mind.
"That, that's because the teacher made me understand that I can fight and win with my own sword …" Haruz answered in a small voice, "Actually, I'm very grateful. I don't know if I, I did the right thing or the wrong thing, but I think that I should choose to face it first."
"Well said, it's really gratifying to have a student like you. Since you have such thoughts, then let's face this mission together. "
Brando reached out his hand, "Actually, I have a feeling that this mission might have something to do with you, Haruz." He frowned slightly, thinking of the Eldest Princess in Castle Monsteros, and for a moment, he had a strange feeling in his heart. "How will history play out this time?"
"It has something to do with me?"
Brando nodded, "I think Viscount Cauldell had his own considerations when he made you dress up like this. Although everything in the dream is bizarre, it's not as if there's no connection between things. "
The little prince didn't dare to refute and could only make a low sound of agreement.
Brando reached out his hand and looked at him.
Haruz stilled slightly and also looked at his teacher. Brando sighed, "Put your hand on mine. You don't want people to think that Viscount Cauldell is an uncultured and ungentlemanly person, do you?"
"But, but …" The little prince was dumbfounded.
"You're wearing gloves, what are you afraid of? Besides, this is just a dream, what on earth are you thinking about? Practice first so you don't get caught, "Brando said, staring at his student. This wasn't a lie. In the past, when they did missions, they had disguised themselves as all kinds of people. The players even had a self-mocking saying that the self-cultivation of an actor was a quality that every player had to have.
Of course, this was especially true for players like Nightingale.
It was common for men to dress up as women, and women to dress up as men.
The little prince finally made a sound of agreement and forced himself to put his hand on Brando's hand. Brando didn't react. He was completely in mission mode and carefully inspected the prince's attire. Then he asked, "Do you know what the noble ladies of high society are like?"
"Mm … I think I know a little."
"Walk a couple of steps for me to see."
Haruz blushed and walked a couple of steps shyly. But Brando immediately called out, "Stop —" Haruz looked up at him in confusion. Brando couldn't help but shake his head. "Forget it, just walk like you usually do. Actually, you originally looked more like a girl … "
The little prince paused slightly, then gritted his teeth and glared at his teacher.
But Brando didn't care at all. His mind had already flown to the palace in the king's city. In his last life, Prince Haruz should have been at this banquet too. What did he see? Brando faintly felt that his memories, the little prince's memories, and Cauldell's memories were all tangled together. There must be a hidden knot here.
But to solve this puzzle, he probably had to go to the center of that incident.
So after practicing for a while in "Holy Maiden's Clothing Shop," Brando took the little prince out. Because it was a dream, he directly copied Viscount Cauldell's carriage and mounted four snow-white warhorses, heading straight for the center of the king's city.
The carriage passed through the main road of the king's city. Erouine's old capital, every street of Monsteros, seemed so familiar to Brando at this moment. It was as if as he delved deeper into his memories, everything that had become blurry in the past was gradually becoming clear again.
This process was as if he was searching for Viscount Cauldell's memories while also mending his own. Brando looked at the familiar shops, fountains, and squares. This route was just like the one he had taken to attend the banquet with his senior sister. The originally blurry details were gradually becoming clear.
It was as if he had returned to that period of history.
Brando's breathing gradually quickened. He frowned and looked at the lights in the night. His mind seemed to have returned to the day of Erouine's death. The Valkyrie had died in battle and the entire kingdom was shrouded in grief.
But the nobles were still obsessed with sensual pleasures. The bustling palaces and brilliant lights seemed to be the kingdom's last dirge.
The lights turned into a sea of fire in Brando's eyes.
"Teacher?" Haruz turned his head. He noticed that Brando's expression wasn't quite right.
Brando finally came back to his senses. He shook his head at his student. To be honest, the little prince now looked like a smaller version of Her Royal Highness. He hesitated and said, "Haruz, you may see something you can't imagine later."
"Is it because we're in a dream?"
"Something like that —"
"But no matter what happens, you can't be impulsive. The dream world itself was a bizarre but logical world. Its logic is closely connected to memories. There's no point in changing the dream — our mission is to make up for the regrets in Viscount Cauldell's heart. "Brando paused." Do you understand? "
Rather than saying this, it was more like he was reminding himself. Of course he understood what happened at the banquet, but he knew he had to restrain his emotions.
Because this was a dream, a world of memories.
Haruz nodded as if he understood.
At this moment, the carriage finally stopped.
Brando opened the door. But it was at that moment that his hand froze. He stared blankly at the person standing outside the carriage door. It was as if he was looking at a terrifying nightmare.
Maynild — no, it should be said that the woman who looked exactly like the female Knight was standing under the carriage. She looked at him, compared him to the piece of paper in her hand, and then looked up with a small smile.
"Viscount Cauldell, right?"
Brando felt as if huge waves had been set off in his heart.
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(PS: I'm a little busy today, that's all. I'll just treat the rest as owing, but I won't be able to make it up quickly. My limit now is basically ten thousand a day. I'll make it up if I have any inspiration.
Also, when I saw the book reviews from the Taiwan branch yesterday, I'm a little embarrassed. Actually, I didn't stop updating on purpose and then disappear without a word. How should I put it … = =, I feel bad about taking leave all the time, so I might as well hide and not see anyone! I'll be careful in the future.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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