Under Dwayne's lead, Brando and the other two stepped through the wet pine needles into his own manor. Old Scott's mill was located beside the Bucce River, shrouded in a lush pine forest. However, at this time of the year, the pine needles had already been dyed a light yellowish brown. Through the forest, they could vaguely see a wooden and stone waterwheel mill. One-third of the huge waterwheel was immersed in the Bucce River. It spun slowly, creating white splashes. The Bucce River was turbulent, but it was crystal clear. From the surface of the river, they could see the bottom of the river, which was paved with fine pebbles.
In Brando's memory, this was only a corner of the manor. There were actually other houses in the forest. Behind the houses, there was a warehouse, and further behind were patches of farmland. At the end of the farmland was an endless stretch of dense forest, which was the Stag Forest south of Braggs. This was a land full of memories of his childhood. He didn't even have to actively recall them, these images would automatically appear in his mind.
Along the way, Dwayne had been nagging about the things that happened to Braggs in the past two years. He was an old servant in the manor. In a small manor like this, one could also say that he was a hired farmer. After all, in a small manor like this, there wasn't much distinction between identities. Brando only knew that before he was born, this man had been working in the manor since his grandfather's era. He also had a wife called Norsa, who was also the cook in the manor. He had been calling her Aunt Norsa since he was young. Other than that, there were a few other servants in the manor, and they were in a similar situation.
Brando deliberately took a closer look at this middle-aged man whom he had known for nearly twenty years. He was still the same as in his memory, nagging like a woman. In short, he warned him not to run away for such a long time without any news. However, he was still very polite to this young master of his.
Brando could only smile at him and treat his words as a gentle breeze. However, he paid special attention to Dwayne's palms. They were definitely not a pair of hands used to operate farming tools. There were dense dry calluses on his palms. Only a person who had been using a sword for a long time would have such marks, and it had to be a heavy sword. He knew that both Aouine and Kirrlutz's soldiers preferred heavy swords that were good at fighting, especially the highlanders' cavalry.
This so-called Uncle Dwayne was at least a Silver-tier. If he was in the Highland Knight's team, he would be a captain. Brando didn't know these details in the past. He really didn't know what to say.
He didn't expose him, he just quietly followed behind and listened to Dwayne's nagging. He knew a lot about the things that Dwayne said. After the War of the Black Rose, he stayed in Braggs for a long time. That was also the most turbulent period of time in Braggs. The undead's retreat, refugees, and the loss of Bucce. lost..................... Braggs.. Was. Braggs...... Braggs.. Braggs's........... But when he heard that his mother had been crying every day after he went missing, he still felt guilty. This guilt came from the bottom of his heart, and it came from the deepest part of his bloodline.
His face was dark. . "Dwayne noticed his little master's expression and comforted him." It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. "
The two girls followed behind and listened quietly. Although they knew Brando for a long time, they were curious about Brando's mysterious background. The nagging old servant, the small manor hidden in the woods, and even the creaking waterwheel on the other side greatly satisfied their curiosity. Amandina only found out about her lord's background after the battle in Ampere Seale. She never dreamed that the legendary Sword Saint Darius would live in seclusion in such a place and become a miller. Freya guessed that Brando might be the son of a noble. In her eyes, there was no difference between a noble and a small one. The manor's owner was also a person with a reputation. She thought that she guessed correctly, not to mention that Brando was Darius's grandson.
Of course, Dwayne also noticed the two ladies, but he didn't think too much about it. He only felt that his little master was a capable person. Even though the noble's daughter and the knight's daughter couldn't be said to be exceedingly beautiful, but they were still rare beauties in Bruglas. Especially since Amandina was from a noble family, her every move was elegant and quiet. Dwayne was someone who had seen the world, and normal nobles wouldn't be able to cultivate such excellent noble etiquette. He couldn't help but wonder if his little master ran off to kidnap the Count's daughter from somewhere, right?
The other girl was even more amazing. Dwayne could tell that Freya was a soldier with just a glance. She even learned the etiquette of a Knight. He accidentally glanced at Freya's epaulet and couldn't help but call out in his heart, "Oh my God, Martha." His little master had tricked a female Knight from there. He came from the Highland Knight system and naturally understood Erouine's military system. A Knight like this would at least have the strength of a peak Silver. Dwayne didn't see through Brando's strength. After all, after reaching Elemental Awakening, the obvious signs of strength in his body disappeared. Now, Brando looked like an ordinary person to outsiders. Besides, no one would associate a young man less than twenty years old with an Elemental Awakening master.
Even if others didn't know, he still didn't know what level his little master was at. If he said that Brando had awakened his Elemental Awakening in a year and a half, Dwayne would definitely think that it was a joke.
But then he thought of the guests in the manor and couldn't help but have a headache. He thought that the two girls brought back by his little master were very outstanding and very troublesome.
Of course, he wouldn't say this out loud, but Amandina and Freya still felt that Dawn's gaze on them was a little strange. Both of them blushed at the same time. Seeing this scene, Dawn understood eighty to ninety percent of what was going on. He thought to himself that his little mistress was indeed extraordinary.
The three of them turned and entered the manor. As soon as they stepped into the manor, Brando's eyes became hot because he saw a very familiar figure not far from him. The figure stood in the stable next to the mill. He was forty or fifty years old, tall and had a pipe in his mouth and a farmer's hat on his head. He obviously didn't notice that there was someone behind him at first and was brushing the horse's mane. But when he heard the noise behind him, he was slightly startled and turned around. His gaze fell on Brando and his eyebrows furrowed.
This was his father, Old Scott.
Brando was still hesitating about what to say when he first met his closest family in this world. But when he saw this face, it was as if it was a natural reaction. When he saw this face, he had already subconsciously blurted out, "I'm back, old man …"
His voice was almost trembling, and there was a strong feeling in his chest. That feeling told him that this was his home, his father, his closest family. He wanted to say something else, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that his mouth was dry, and he couldn't say a single word.
Old Scott didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at him silently and snorted coldly. He dropped the brush, turned around and walked into the house, leaving Brando standing there awkwardly.
"Sigh," Dwayne couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene, "Brando, Mr. Scott, he …"
"You don't have to say anything, Uncle Dwayne. I understand." Brando smiled bitterly. Of course, he knew that this was his fault. He also knew very well about the old man's personality. In the past, Old Scott was called stubborn, but now it was more like a soldier's principle. Just now, he had already understood that this family's secret was probably hidden from Brando alone. His father was not a miller. His strength was a level higher than Dwayne's, and the aura he exuded was typical of a soldier. Today, Erouine could only find such a professional soldier among the Highland Knights.
He now understood that his father had probably participated in the November War, and it was very likely that he was his grandfather's subordinate.
He turned around and saw that Freya was a little uneasy, and the noble lady was looking at him a little mischievously. He also sighed, "Uncle Dwayne, you should go do your own thing."
"Okay, okay." Dwayne obviously understood his master's temper, and he quickly agreed. He took a last look at Brando and the others, and led the donkey to the back of the farm. He had something to do, but since the young master was back, these trivial matters were trivial.
"Brando, are you okay?" Freya saw that Dwayne had left, and she was a little worried and asked.
Brando gave her a comforting look, indicating that he was fine. However, anyone could see that this count who was calm in the face of Madara's army, the demons, and Cruz's army was actually very nervous at this moment. Amandina looked at her lord and wanted to comfort him, but when she opened her mouth, she did not know what to say.
After all, it was the count's family matter …
After a while, a woman rushed out of the house in a hurry. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw Brando standing in the open space outside, and she froze there as if she was possessed. At that moment, Brando's chest was also blocked. Some feelings did not need to be described with words. He did not expect that he had only been away for half a year, and the face in his memory had become a little old. His mother was called Windsor, and she was once a famous beauty in this area. But now, there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and there were even silver hair on her temples. It was as if he had not seen her for a while, but time had passed.
At that moment, only one sentence appeared in his mind: A child wants to raise, but his parents are no longer around.
Windsor was already in tears, and she asked carefully, "Brando, is it really you? You're back?"
With just one sentence, Brando's psychological defense was completely broken. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say. His vision was blurred, and he could only nod hard: "I'm sorry, mother."
"Silly child, silly child," Windsor rushed to Brando's side and affectionately stroked her son's face: "It's good that you're back, there's no need to say sorry."
"Mother …"
At this moment, even if Brando had thousands of words in his heart, no matter how many heroic words he had, he could only turn them into these two words. In his heart, all the memories, time, everything in the past, his father, mother, grandfather, every bit of familial love, seemed to converge into a torrent, gushing out from his chest. He was Sophie, and also Brando. From the beginning of everything in the year of flowers and summer leaves to the turbulent year of swords, he had done a lot of things. He even changed this country with his own hands, and changed the fate of countless people. But only at this moment, he understood that he was not wandering in this world, and was not a bystander who had nothing.
He had everything —
Home, this harbor, represented all the people who were waiting for him in the harbor. He used to think that there was a layer of barrier between him and the world, but only today did he understand that it was just a barrier he built out of fear.
And the power of warmth was enough to disintegrate the strongest fortress in the world.
And at this moment, Brando finally realized that some things were hidden in the bones and blood. They did not need to be described or described with words. They only needed to wait for a certain moment, and they would naturally burst out from people's hearts. It was like a cry from the depths of the soul, only related to the natural emotions. Once it broke out, it would drown all rationality. All the emotions of his previous life and this life finally converged at this moment, and in Brando's absent-minded vision, it made the world show another meaning in his eyes.
It existed.
And it was not an illusion.
It was the Wohnde that belonged to everyone in this world.
It was also the Wohnde that belonged to him.
Brando silently bent down, still allowing his mother to hug him like she was comforting a child. His mother's tears fell on his shoulders, and his heart was at peace. All of his exhaustion was completely put down at this moment, as if he had returned to the harbor, and returned to the carefree era. Amandina looked at this scene with some envy. She once had such a happy life, but it was gone in the end. Her father, her mother, the memories of the past were still vivid in her mind. She still remembered the last time her mother placed her hand in her palm on her sickbed, and called her by her nickname. "Anna, Anna." The voice was so weak, but so gentle. Her mother's hand was so cold that it made her heart cold as well. She did not know when it started, but the noble daughter had bitten her lower lip hard, and tears fell from her eyes.
Suddenly, she felt a soft hand holding her own from behind. Amandina looked at Freya in surprise, and saw that the Knight's eyes were a little red. Freya was raised by Aunt and Uncle Syl, and it was as if she had never seen her parents' faces since the day she could remember. Perhaps she did not care before, but the scene that she saw today had touched the most fragile chord in her heart.
Brando finally comforted his mother, but he did not expect that the two ladies who came with him were already crying. He looked at them with some confusion, but quickly thought of something, and his heart softened. He quickly introduced Amandina and Freya to his mother in a low voice.
In fact, Windsor had already noticed Amandina and Freya with her son. Her eyesight was not inferior to Dwayne's at all, and she could tell that these two girls were good girls at a glance. She could not help but roll her eyes at Brando, as if she was blaming him for not taking care of the girls. She had just heard about the two's background from Brando, and her heart was filled with infinite sympathy. She quickly went over to hold their hands, and softly comforted them.
Amandina was fine, and she quickly calmed down. She wiped away her tears, and a little embarrassed introduced herself to Brando's mother again. However, she kept saying that she was Brando's aide, causing Windsor to angrily glare at Brando a few times, meaning that he would be in trouble later. This was really an unexpected disaster. Brando could not help but secretly complain in his heart. He hurriedly looked at Amandina from the side, but he did not expect that the usually gentle and quiet Miss Amandina did not seem to see it at all. After a while, she secretly smiled at him.
"Damn." Brando finally understood that Amandina was actually throwing a tantrum. He had never seen a noble lady like this, but it seemed that all women were the same.
Fortunately, Freya was still the country girl from Bucce. She maintained a simple and pure heart. She was a little sad at first, but now that Windsor was holding her hand and asking questions, she was very embarrassed. She could only blush and not say a word. However, Brando looked at his mother's posture from the side and felt that something was wrong. He finally seized the opportunity to interject. Just as he was about to speak, Windsor turned around and said to him with some seriousness: "Brando, Freya and Amandina are both good girls, you can't let them down."
As soon as she said this, Amandina and Freya's faces turned red. Amandina looked at Brando with some embarrassment, and Freya almost buried her head in her chest.
"Damn, what's this and what's this." Brando was dumbfounded. He was about to explain, but his mother glared at him fiercely: "By the way, how are you going to explain this to Uncle Bunide?"
"Uncle Bunide? Explain? Explain what? " Brando was slightly stunned. He was a little confused. Why didn't he realize that his mother's thoughts were so jumpy before? He thought for a while before he finally realized whose name it was – Bunide, the Grand Commander of the Highland Knights. "The Highland Knight is really in the manor, and it's very likely that Bunide came personally!" This information flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't help but scratch his head. The problem was, what did he have to explain to the Highland Knight? He didn't seem to have offended them, right? He stared at his mother suspiciously and asked: "Mother, what's going on?"
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