The night was as cold as water. Brando walked slowly along a quiet path. The silent forest parted in his field of vision, revealing a winding path through the woodland. The sound of running water could be heard from far and near. The right side of the forest sparkled under the woven moonlight. That was the direction of the Bucce River. After the bushes parted, the path in front suddenly opened up. The old wooden house was like a sleeping beast, looming behind the dense foliage.
He was very familiar with this path. Every day for ten years, he would walk through this forest in the morning light, following the tall figure. A bare tree stump suddenly entered his field of vision. There seemed to be an old man and a young man beside the tree stump. The old man looked at the young man, who was holding a wooden sword and repeatedly waving it in the air. But the tree stump was already covered with moss, and there were even brown mushrooms growing on the roots. The figure seemed to dissipate under the moonlight, pulling time back to reality.
This quiet sawmill had been abandoned ten years ago. The owner of the sawmill had sold it to a local noble, but the noble did not manage it well and closed it down not long after. Brendel's memories of the sawmill started from that time, until his grandfather passed away.
The quiet scenery seemed to calm his chaotic mind, but Princess Gryphine's words were still vivid in his mind.
"The Silver Queen, the King of the Wind Elves, and the Pope of Fanzin were also in the know at that time."
"They were not only in the know, but also in the experience. Only they knew what happened in the Battle of Alkash Mountain. There's one more thing I have to tell you, Mr. Brando. The Wind Elves also owe Lord Darius a favor. "
But it was not that simple. Brando shook his head. Because he remembered what Veronica had told him. The Holy War had ended forty years ago, and from then on, the Silver Queen had ascended to the position of the Empire's supreme ruler step by step. She had an adventure when she was young, which allowed her to stay young forever. Even the Dragon Clan owed her a favor because of it. The messy threads seemed to be gradually connecting together. Behind the layers of history, Brendel actually saw the shadow of the Golden Folk at this moment.
Dragon Clan.
Why was the Dragon Clan involved in this matter?
In fact, there was another name in his mind — Aloz.
Brando silently walked to the riverbank. A stretch of tree stumps formed an open area. On the other side of the river was the quiet Stag Forest. In the past, there were many legends in the forest. Old witches, fairies, white stag, haunted castles, all of which brought him endless joy when he was a child. The adventurous nature of boys was the natural enemy of adults. Although the local children were forbidden from entering the forest, there were still two times when he succeeded.
Gradually, the memories of his childhood washed away the doubts in his mind. For a moment, Brando couldn't help but think of Bretton, that arrogant fellow. At that time, he was the leader of the children outside the city, and Bretton had followed the children of the nobles in the city. They had fiercely fought a few times, and were beaten black and blue. But at that time, he couldn't beat Bretton, and the enmity between the two of them was formed.
He shook his head, and the group of shaking children's faces disappeared from his mind. Bretton had gone to the north, and he didn't know how he was doing. The small conflict between him and Bretton had disappeared long ago when he was in Ampere Seale. His father, Sir Harbuch, came to visit him in the afternoon. He must have heard about him from the higher-ups of the Van Meer Legion. He still remembered the high-spirited appearance of the Sir Harbuch when he was the chief of security. However, Harbuch had resigned from his job in the Parliament of Nobles last year, and returned home to enjoy his retirement. When Brando saw him again, Sir Harbuch's hair was white, as if he had aged ten years.
Naturally, Harbuch came to his house to inquire about Bretton. He didn't hide anything, as Bretton had entrusted him to pass a message to his family when he was in Ampere Seale. But when he saw the white-haired, stooped Sir Harbuch, who kept talking to himself like an old man, Brando felt that time was passing by like water.
"Aiya, that child Bretton doesn't know how to deal with people. Brando, you two grew up together. You have to help him, don't let him offend too many people."
Thinking about Sir Harbuch's words, Brando couldn't help but feel a little amused. In his impression, Bretton was indeed such a person. But he wasn't any better. If he hadn't been so mischievous when he was young, he wouldn't have let his grandfather's knowledge go to waste. He sighed, and slowly walked along the riverbank. The quiet sawmill was filled with the creaking of insects ten years ago, and it was still the same today. The only difference was that the moonlight was brighter, and the sound of flowing water seemed to be clearer.
Brando slowly walked past these familiar scenes. Almost every tree stump was filled with bits and pieces of his memories. He had a faint understanding in his heart. It was as if the world had gradually become real and clear in his eyes since daytime. The mentality of a passer-by and player that had always existed had finally begun to crack. Brando could even hear the sound of glass shattering and disintegrating, melting the ice and snow.
He raised his head, and a shadow appeared in front of his eyes. It was as if the whole world had turned into the color of an old photograph. He saw the past, the scene where his grandfather brought him here to practice swordsmanship. Every sword, every step, every raise of the arm, the trajectory of the sword's light was clearly reflected in his memory.
He saw himself getting hit time and time again, and then getting up, sometimes complaining, sometimes throwing a tantrum.
But that old man just looked at him silently without saying a word.
But for a moment, as if he was possessed, he saw the legendary Sword Saint Darius raise his head and look in his direction. Brando was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He stood still under the bright moonlight, and the memories of the past flowed into his mind like flowing water.
From birth to growth, from ignorance to maturity, he seemed to see the last moment when he woke up from a dream. The swaying skeleton, the sharp sword inlaid with black roses, the jumbled images intertwined and spun rapidly, as if they were lines that extended forward. Brando suddenly realized that this was the Law.
The Wall of Law became real and clear in front of him, and then it collapsed. Brando raised his head and saw that the whole world was expanding in a space of nothingness, and in the center of this world, a white tower towered into the clouds.
The second world was the White Tower, Ovilia. Legend had it that the White Tower supported all the order of the Wohnde, and was the end of all the lines of Law. All the laws formed a circle called the 'World' with it as the center. Martha wrote all the truths and laws on the White Tower, and the traveler climbed up the White Tower, understanding the true meaning of the world one by one.
It was like a child and an elder walking hand in hand, and mortals said that they were on the side of the truth.
Brando suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a strange light in his bright eyes. What was space and time? They described the state of matter, as if they existed in this world, but also did not exist in this world. But the moment he touched the Wohnde, the core laws of this world finally opened the door to him.
Brando raised his hand, and the stone that should have existed in a certain position in reality disappeared, and then appeared in front of him. He had a feeling that he could easily change the nature of matter, and the surface of the stone became bumpy as if it had been eroded by the wind, and then it shattered, and finally turned into powder.
It was as if thousands of years had passed.
This was the final unification of the laws and will.
Brando understood that he was already standing in front of the door of the Side of Truth without knowing it. His state of mind, after a long journey, had finally become one with this world. Brando and Sophie were no longer separated from each other. The knowledge and experience of the past, the memories and the emotions, perfectly fit together. He felt that although his strength did not increase, if he were to fight with Ko Hua or Williams again, he could easily suppress them.
Brando smiled, and the first thing he did was to open the panel.
Human male, 20 years old.
Power system: Elemental Domain (Self Law), Superior Authority.
Time and Space
(In the eyes of the Hasar Divine People, time and space are concepts used to describe the state of existence of the world. If matter and energy do not exist, then time and space will collapse accordingly. But concepts often extend to the power of definition and imagination. It is the root of the law, the key to existence —)
Elemental Power (44)
Dominator —
'Space is controlled and managed by you.'
As long as the Line of Law tends to be stable, the controller of time and space can make the next attack appear at any coordinate in space, and you can make any object appear at any coordinate.
Consumption: 50 Order Power.
Stability —
'Space is the furthest distance between people. If you can't cross it, how can you hurt me? — Sardin, King of Law Wizards. '
The Line of Law protects the user's armor and weapons. As long as the attack does not penetrate the law, the armor and weapons are considered indestructible. In addition, stability gives the controller of time and space an additional + 2 defense.
Consumption: Passive
Time —
'Time is my ally, your enemy.'
The controller of time and space causes one or more beings to completely decay or recover. The degree of decay or recovery depends on the amount of Order Power the controller controls.
Consumption: Any.
Gap —
'You seem to be in the crevice of time. Its flow is always especially slow for you.'
The controller of time and space no longer ages naturally. Therefore, his lifespan is doubled, and the body functions brought by metabolism are doubled.
Consumption: Passive
Order Power: 03000
The Four Pillars of Elemental Power had been completely changed. Certainty had become dominator, and the passage of time had become time. Dominator allowed him to control not only himself, but also everything in the Line of Law, including enemies. Time not only strengthened the ability to age, but now it also had the power to backtrack. Such power was close to that of a god's existence. However, the consumption that came with it was also amazing. He had experimented with the power of decay before, turning a stone into powder. The 3000 Order Power that he had after growing to the peak of Elemental Activation was instantly consumed.
Brando could not help but smile bitterly. This ability still looked good, but with his strength level, he could not use it at all. The only consolation was that it was at least slightly better than when he was Elemental Activation. Moreover, his Gap ability had been further strengthened. The speed of aging had slowed down again, and the body functions had doubled. This attribute was originally a bit useless to him, but now it was a very practical passive skill.
But what really brought him the biggest change was his level:
The Mercenary became level 40. In addition to the original Military Swordsmanship, Weapon Mastery, Charge, In-Depth Analysis, Piercing Strike, Nine Luminaries Sword Art, Flash Strike Sword Art, and Horsemanship, there were also three more skills: Sneak, Grecius Knight Swordsmanship, and Army Breaker.
The Elementalist became level 27. His skills did not change much, but his Alchemy was raised to level 10.
The Templar Knight became level 30. The Blood of the Sun, Crown of Thorns, and Conflict Halo all became level 15. In addition, there was a new skill called Holy Power Infusion.
The Frostsoil Guard became level 25, but he did not learn any skills as before. He only learned a basic sword enchantment, Frost Bite.
After that, the Scholar level increased the most, going from level 15 to level 50. Below it, there were a variety of Grey Knowledge, Geography, Nature, Engineering, and all kinds of local knowledge. Most of them were about Farnezain's religious knowledge and Madara's local knowledge.
Below all the professions, there was a new profession that Brando was very familiar with.
Two-handed Swordsman, level 30.
When Brendel saw this class, he almost cried. If he did not understand what was going on when he saw the changes in his attributes before, but when he saw this class, his heart was clear. Because this profession was Sophie's last profession, a level 130 two-handed swordsman.
He learned Stealth from the Nightingale players in White City, learned the famous Knight's Swordsmanship from the Greyhughes Knight Squad, and obtained his only high-level Swordsmanship in the dungeon under the ruins of Valata, the Sword of the Destroyer. His Templar Knight skill level came from before Erouine was destroyed. His Alchemy was formed in the early days of the game. After learning Blood Refining, he had been neglected. His knowledge came from a long journey. He lived in Erouine for a long time, dealt with the Brotherhood of Thieves, and learned about the gray areas of this world. He went to Saint-ausol, to Fanzin, to Greyhughes, and even infiltrated Madara.
But this was all in the past.
These experiences had long been in his mind.
But it was not until this moment that the System finally recognized this knowledge and merged it with Brando's experience in this world. Just like when he took over this body, Brando's soul had left behind the militia and swordsmanship experience in this body. Now, the experience and knowledge from Sophie had finally and naturally integrated into this body. However, the swordsmanship and combat experience gained in the game was not as solid as in actual combat, so it seemed that the System had only recognized less than a quarter of it.
But it was this quarter that allowed him to jump to the peak of Elemental Activation.
The Enlightenment of Truth was just in front of him.
This was really an unexpected gain.
Brando let out a long sigh of relief. He had always felt the barrier between himself and this world. It was this barrier that slowed his progress before and after Elemental Activation. He had been investing experience in several professions, but the realm of his Elemental Activation had not improved. But today, he finally broke this knot in his heart. The path to the Power of Existence seemed to have become clear in front of him. Although he knew that the road was still long, at least it was not out of reach.
His mind seemed to have returned to his body, and the subtle sounds in the night were once again captured by his five senses. He listened carefully to the sound of insects and the flow of water, but at this time, a strange sound also entered his ears.
Brando frowned. He felt that his senses had become much sharper. Before this, he did not notice this subtle sound at all. He turned his head in a certain direction, and in his heart he could already confirm that the sound was the sound of someone practicing swordsmanship. He was all too familiar with the sound of the wind. But the question was, who would be practicing swordsmanship here in the middle of the night? Brando looked in that direction with slight doubt.
… …
Amandina stood by the creaking waterwheel, hugging a coat, silently watching the sparkling river under the moonlight. Her mind kept replaying what she saw in the afternoon. Sometimes she felt that it might have been better if she did not see it. She remembered that when she passed by the low rose fence behind the manor, when everyone was admiring the waterwheel of Old Scott's house, she saw her lord and Her Highness together in the corner of her eyes.
At that time, her eyes widened as she saw Her Royal Highness approach her Lord. Like an ignorant young girl, she stood on her tiptoes, raised her face, and gently pecked him on the lips.
At that time, she was so scared that she almost screamed.
Even now, she still felt that her eyes were playing tricks on her.
But she immediately felt that her eyes were playing tricks on her, because she suddenly saw a figure poking its head out from the bushes not far away. But it was so late, why would there be someone in this place? Amandina suddenly became alert. It was not her imagination, there really was someone in the bushes there. She frowned and looked at the place vigilantly, and whispered in a low voice: "Who is there?"
With a rustle, a young man who looked like a beggar came out from the bushes. He looked at Amandina with some uncertainty, and asked carefully: "Excuse me, are you Mister Brando's wife? I'm looking for him."
Amandina blushed, but she did not shake her head in denial. Instead, she asked: "Who are you?"
"My name is Dean, I have something urgent to tell Mister Brando."
The young man answered.
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