Act 85 Past Balls VI

Brando remained silent and did not answer. Of course Grand Duke Anlek will come. This is a good show planned by him. He will assassinate Her Royal Highness the Princess, who has gradually escaped from his control, and regain control of Prince Haruze to control the government - no, in this case it is Princess Bedis. Brando looked back at Haruze, who was standing next to him. The little prince looked up and stared at his sister in another time and space, with a look on his face like a cloud.

Her Royal Highness the Princess's expression was relatively cold. She looked at Haruze with a very complicated meaning in her pale silver eyes. "Since Bedis and I escaped from Jinten Palace in the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, you, I, and Eruin have all gone through a lot. You have grown up, Bedis, and it is time to take responsibility. "

"Sister, I..."

Princess Griffin reached out to interrupt him. She turned around and said to Brando: "Mr. Viscount, I want to talk to Bedis alone for a while."

Brando thought for a moment, this is just a corner of this dream, and it doesn't make much sense for him to stay here. The only way to leave here is to make up for Viscount Cardel's regrets. He must find more information from the dream scene. There were many clues, so he nodded and said to Haruze: "Bedis, you stay here. Your Highness the Princess has not seen you for a long time. I will wait for you in the hall outside."

"Kadel..." Haruze looked back at his teacher, his immature eyes full of panic and uneasiness, but in Princess Griffiin's eyes, it was like a lover's reluctance to let go. She shook her head imperceptibly and sighed slightly: "Let Mr. Viscount be alone for a while. You still have a long time, Bedis."

Haruze's face turned red because he was misunderstood. He was still a boy after all. But he couldn't explain it, he could only look at Brando with pleading eyes. Brando quietly gestured to him, which was the secret language of the tree elf - he knew this in his previous life, and naturally taught it to his only student - Brando told Haruze to stay here. . collect information. Then join him.

The little prince's face still showed uneasiness that had not subsided, but when he saw Brando's gesture, he suddenly remembered their purpose, took a hard breath, and finally calmed down. 'She' nodded to him.

Brando's eyes returned to Princess Griffin, or the shadow of Her Royal Highness in his memory. He was fully aware of the weight of this shadow in his heart. She had truly changed the value orientation of many people.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who has fully shouldered the responsibility of this kingdom, has a unique charm, just like the temperament in the memory that is as calm as a lake, but under the surface of the lake is pregnant with power as strong as the sea. She stood there, separate from the world. She looked at this kingdom with calm and wise eyes. She had spent her whole life reviving it from decay, and finally watched it destroyed.

In the last days of her life, the eldest princess often thought quietly alone, but what on earth was she thinking about?

Is it regret? Is it reminiscence? Or use calm thinking to plan everything's escape?

The nobles who once supported her finally stood against her, and the only ones supporting her were the players. It seemed like a great irony that a group of historical passers-by had feelings for a virtual character.

But Her Royal Highness the Princess just watched all this quietly. Quietly completed his mission. She understood her fate from beginning to end and accepted it calmly, as if she was just reading a book with words. But she finally left a seed for Eruin, and the cowardly and incompetent prince grew up under her wings and finally took responsibility.

This is the land where she was born and raised, but she grew up under the indifferent education of the nobles. What made her selflessly want to change everything. Is it just because of a lofty ideal?

Brando pursed his lips. He has no lofty ideals, just like all players - although the dream of the late Lord Ek once made every Eruin player's blood boil,

That vow was passed down from mouth to mouth. But are their feelings really about fighting for the people at the bottom? How many people truly have the sentiment of a revolutionary? It's not possible in reality, let alone in a game. Players just describe a romantic picture of chivalry in their hearts.

So does he. His yearning for a heroic plot and his special feelings for the Princess and the Valkyrie brought him to this point. He never forgot his true feelings and was careful not to fall into his own justice. What he was pursuing in his heart was actually still the vow that the senior sister had made to explore the end of the world together. It's just a small and even ridiculous wish.

But it is precisely because of this that true self-sacrifice in this world can be so holy and attract respect. Brando bowed deeply to Her Royal Highness the Princess. It had nothing to do with class or role. He just seemed to be worshiping the people in his heart who pursue beautiful beliefs and pure ideals in everything.

Then he looked back and felt that everything in the past disappeared in his heart. It was a special feeling, like relief that the past was gone and what was left was a new future.

Brando walked out of the garden with a feeling that was both relaxed and heavy, only to see black tea waiting for him there.

When Hongcha saw him, he straightened up from the pillar: "You came out as expected, Lord Viscount."

"Are you waiting for me?"

"I think Her Highness the Princess must have something to say to her sister, right? They haven't seen each other for a long time. Her Highness the Princess didn't notify anyone else that Princess Bedis would be coming. No one knows except us!" Black Tea chuckled Smiling, she replied somewhat ostentatiously. Her expression was almost exactly the same as in Brando's impression.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess trusts you very much."

"That's because we are trustworthy - the nobles are now on the side of Grand Duke Anlek. They hope that Her Royal Highness the Princess can stop those reforms. In the final analysis, it is because the princess's actions have harmed their interests." Hongcha hummed with some dissatisfaction. There was a sound.

This period of history is so similar, almost exactly the same as Brando remembers. But what he cared about was another answer. He asked: "But no matter what kind of reform, it will be beneficial to the people at the bottom, and there will always be people who will support Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Them?" The girl gritted her teeth: "If those people are really reliable, how could Her Royal Highness end up in this situation? Her Highness can sacrifice herself for them, but is there anyone willing to sacrifice their life for Her Highness?"

This argument is so familiar. Didn't he think so before? No, maybe this was his subconscious thought, just said through the mouth of the black tea in his memory. Why is this? Is it really what Hongcha said angrily later? Is human nature inherently selfish? He was also disappointed by this. He left Eruin, who had been reduced to ashes, and headed north, but he was just wandering around the game world like a lonely ghost.

But this time, Brando hesitated and said, "Maybe there is another reason."

After hearing his answer, Hongcha raised her head and took a closer look at him. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like a feline before hunting: "Actually, that's not what you think, right?"

"Um?"

The girl smiled slightly and said inexplicably: "Because I see confusion in your eyes. Also, you are the same type of person as us. Although you are only an NPC, I can smell the same scent as us in you. ."

This sentence made Brando feel frightened.

‘You are the same type of person as us. Although you are just an NPC, I can smell the same scent as us in you——’

If this wasn't black tea, she wouldn't be that smart. This was the question he was asking himself. No, it’s not just that, this is Kader’s self-examination. Brando vaguely felt that he had caught something - what kind of answer was the knight who lost his reputation and memory looking for from him?

The two of them walked into the main hall of the banquet. As the guards responsible for the security of Jinten Palace, and with the complete trust of Her Royal Highness the Princess Regent, the members of the Crimson Travelers were able to attend the banquet without hindrance. As for Brando, he was originally an invited guest.

The centerpiece of the party 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 say hello to guests they knew well or had only met once. Banquets are an important means of communication among nobles, and many enemies and allies are born at such banquets.

The huge ornate chandelier illuminated the entire hall. Everything Brando saw was a luxurious scene, as if from the bright and transparent light, there was no trace that the kingdom was dying, but he had witnessed all this before, and now he was just reliving it.

He walked aimlessly through the crowd, subconsciously trying to find Alec and his secret killer. In reality, Anlek gave him a huge trouble. Unexpectedly, in the dream, he would continue to be his enemy. This guy was really hateful to Brando.

But Brando also pays attention to every detail around him. Viscount Cardel's memories are fragmented in this huge dream, and any detail may inspire his memories of the past, thereby promoting changes in the scene in the dream. The hard work paid off, and soon he found some changes.

The clock in the center of the hall pointed to eight o'clock in the evening, which was two hours different from the time when the banquet started in his memory; looking out from the floor-to-ceiling arch windows on the north side of Jinteng Palace, what could be seen should be palaces and large tracts of gardens. But Brando stopped there and saw only dense forests and darkness on the horizon.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air, and a burnt smell as if something had been burned.

The scale of the clock, the forest outside the window did not match the memory, and the strangeness in the air. Brando guessed that these were probably the memories of Viscount Cardel during his lifetime. He was able to retrieve these memory fragments, indicating that they must be the more critical memories in his heart, and they were deeply impressive, so Brando also silently remembered these points.

Then he stepped back and unexpectedly bumped into someone.

"Ouch." A childish voice shouted. Brando felt the man bump into his waist. It should be a child. He judged that the other person should be holding a plate of food because he heard the sound of tableware falling to the ground.

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(PS: Carvin, ah, ah, ah, ==, stick to the first update. We must find a way to finally bring the average of this month to 6-7K per day, and we will do what we say.)