Brando was silent and didn't answer. Of course Duke Arreck would come. This was a good show he had planned. He would assassinate the princess who was gradually slipping out of his control and regain control of Prince Haruz's government — no, in this case, it was Princess Bessidine. Brando looked back at Haruz who was standing beside him. The little prince looked up at his sister in another time and space. His expression was as if he was in the clouds.
The princess' expression was colder. She looked at Haruz with a complicated expression in her pale silver eyes. "Ever since Bessidine and I escaped from Kinten Palace together in the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, you, me, and Erouine have all been through a lot. You've grown up too. Bessidine, it's time to take responsibility."
"Sister, I …"
Princess Gryphine raised a hand to interrupt him. She turned back and said to Brando, "Viscount, I would like to speak with Bessidine alone for a moment."
Brando thought for a moment. This was just a corner of the dream. There wasn't much point in him staying here. The only way to leave this place was to make up for Viscount Cauldell's regrets. He had to find more clues from the scenes in the dream. So he nodded and said to Haruz, "Bessidine, you stay here. You haven't seen the princess in a long time. I'll wait for you in the hall outside."
"Cauldell …" Haruz turned back to look at his teacher. His young eyes were full of panic and unease but in Princess Gryphine's eyes, they were like the reluctance of a lover. She shook her head imperceptibly and sighed softly. "Let the viscount be alone for a while. You still have a long time, Bessidine."
Haruz's face was red. Because of the misunderstanding, he was still a boy. But he couldn't explain himself. He could only stare at Brando with pleading eyes. Brando quietly gestured to Haruz. It was the Tree Elf's code. He knew this in his previous life and naturally taught it to his only student. Brando told Haruz to stay here, collect information, and then meet up with him.
There was still uneasiness on the young prince's face, but when he saw Brando's gesture, he suddenly remembered why they had come. He took a deep breath and finally calmed down. 'She' nodded at him.
Brando's gaze returned to Princess Gryphine, or rather, the image of Her Royal Highness in his memory. He was fully aware of how important this shadow was in his heart. She had truly changed the values of many people.
Her Royal Highness, who had completely shouldered the burden of the kingdom, had a unique charm. It was just like the temperament of a calm lake in his memory, but under the surface of the lake, there was a strength as strong as the sea. She stood there, independent of the world. She looked at the kingdom with calm, wise eyes. She had used her life to bring it back from decay and finally watched it be destroyed.
In the last days of her life, the princess often thought quietly alone. But what was she thinking about?
Was it regret? Was it reminiscence? Or was she using her calm mind to arrange all the escape routes?
The nobles who once supported her eventually stood against her. The only ones who supported her were the players. It seemed like a great irony that a group of historical passersby had feelings for a virtual character.
But Her Royal Highness just watched it all quietly and quietly completed her mission. She understood her fate from beginning to end and accepted it calmly as if she was just reading a book with words. But in the end, she left a seed for Erouine. The cowardly and incompetent prince grew up under her wing and finally took responsibility.
This was the land that gave birth to her, but she grew up under the indifferent education of the nobles. What made her selflessly want to change all this? Was it just because of a noble ideal?
Brando pursed his lips. He did not have a noble ideal, just like all the players. Although King Erouine's dream had made every Erouine player's blood boil and passed on such an oath. But were their feelings really fighting for the people at the bottom? How many people really had the sentiments of a revolutionary? It was not possible in reality, let alone in a game. The players just described a romantic picture of Knight Doctrine in their hearts.
He was the same. His yearning for the heroic plot and his special feelings for Her Royal Highness and the Valkyrie led him to this step. He never forgot his own heart and carefully prevented himself from falling into self-righteousness. What he pursued in his heart was still the oath that the senior sister said to explore the end of the world together. It was just a small and even a little ridiculous wish.
But it was precisely because of this that true self-sacrifice in this world was so holy and respectable. Brando bowed deeply to Her Royal Highness. It had nothing to do with class or the role he played. It was as if he was worshipping the person who pursued the beautiful belief and the pure ideal in his heart.
Then he looked back and felt that everything in the past had disappeared in his heart. It was a special feeling, as if a burden had been lifted. The past had disappeared, and what was left was a new future.
Brando walked out of the garden with a relaxed and heavy mood, only to see Black Tea waiting for him there.
Black Tea saw him and straightened up from the pillar. "You really came out, Lord Viscount."
"You were waiting for me?"
"I think Her Royal Highness must have something to say to her sister, right? They haven't seen each other for a long time. Her Royal Highness didn't inform anyone else that Princess Bessidine was coming. No one knew except for us! " Black Tea giggled and replied somewhat proudly. Her performance was almost exactly the same as in Brando's impression.
"Her Royal Highness trusts you."
"That's because we are trustworthy. The nobles are now on Grand Duke Arreck's side. They hope that Her Royal Highness can stop those reforms. In the end, it's because Her Royal Highness's actions hurt their interests." Black Tea snorted with some dissatisfaction.
This history was so similar, almost exactly the same as in Brando's memory. But he was more concerned about another answer. He asked, "But no matter what kind of reform it is, it will be beneficial to the people at the bottom. There will always be people who will support Her Royal Highness."
"They?" The girl gritted her teeth. "If those people are really reliable, Her Royal Highness wouldn't have fallen to such a state. Her Royal Highness can sacrifice herself for them, but is there anyone who is willing to sacrifice their life for Her Royal Highness? "
This argument was so familiar. Didn't he once think so too? No, perhaps this was his subconscious thought, but he just said it through the mouth of Black Tea in his memory. Why was that? Was it really like what Black Tea said later, that human nature was selfish? He was also disappointed because of this. He left Erouine, who had turned to ashes, and went north. But he was just like a lonely ghost wandering in the world of the game.
But this time, Brando hesitated and said, "Maybe there's another reason."
Hearing his answer, Black Tea raised her head and looked at him carefully. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like a feline before a hunt. "Actually, that's not what you think in your heart, right?"
"Hm?"
The young girl smiled and said in an enigmatic manner, "Because I saw confusion in your eyes. Also, you're the same as us. Even though you're just an NPC, I can smell the same scent on you as us. "
This sentence made Brando's heart skip a beat.
You're the same as us. Even though you're just an NPC, I can smell the same scent on you as us —
If this wasn't Black Tea, she wouldn't be that smart. This was his own question. No, not only that, this was Cauldell's own question. Brando faintly felt that he had grasped something — what kind of answer was that Knight, who had lost his reputation and memories, looking for from him?
The two walked into the main hall of the banquet. As the guards responsible for the safety of the Kinten Palace and having the complete trust of the Princess Regent, the members of the Crimson Travelers were able to move freely in the banquet. As for Brando, he was an invited guest.
The center of the banquet was a huge dance floor. Countless nobles gathered around this circle, chatting with each other in twos and threes. They only had their own circle of friends, but occasionally, they would enter other circles to greet guests that they were familiar with or had only met once. Banquets were an important way for nobles to communicate. Many enemies and allies were born at these banquets.
Huge, gorgeous chandeliers lit up the entire hall. Brando's eyes were filled with extravagance. It was as if he couldn't tell that the kingdom was struggling at death's door from the brilliant lights. But he had seen it all before, and now he was just reliving it.
He walked aimlessly through the crowd, subconsciously trying to find Arreck and his secret assassin. In reality, Arreck had given him a lot of trouble. He didn't think that he would continue to be his enemy in the dream. This guy was really despicable to Brando.
But Brando also paid attention to every detail around him. Viscount Cauldell's memories were scattered in this huge dream. Any detail could trigger his memories of the past and cause the scene in the dream to change. Hard work paid off. Very soon, he found some changes.
The clock in the middle of the hall pointed to eight in the evening. This was two hours away from when the banquet started in his memory. Looking out from the arched windows on the north side of the Kinten Palace, he should be able to see the palace complex and large gardens. But Brando only saw a dense forest when he stood there. The sky was pitch black.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air, as well as a charred smell that seemed to come from something that had been burnt.
The time on the clock, the forest outside the window that didn't match his memory, the strangeness in the air … Brando guessed that these were probably Viscount Cauldell's memories from when he was alive. The fact that he could find these memory fragments meant that they must be more important memories in his heart and left a deep impression. So Brando also silently remembered these points.
Then, he took a step back and unexpectedly bumped into someone.
"Ouch," a young voice called out. Brando felt the person bump into his waist. It was probably a child. He guessed that the person was carrying a plate of food because he heard the clatter of cutlery falling to the ground.
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(PS: Karvin Ahhhhhhh, = =, Last Page. I must find a way to bring this month's average to 6-7K per day. Talk about being despicable.) (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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