The Amber Sword: Act 86 Prom Dance VII

Brando looked back at the child who hit him. already sat down on the thick and soft carpet in the hall. At the age of seven or eight, he had black hair and a black sword eyebrow. There is a kind of perseverance that is different from ordinary people. The little boy looked at him with a bit of suspicion. He was wearing the silk attendant clothes often worn by children in noble family, white tight pants, and a pair of pointed boots with jewellery and gold foil. The silver plate was scattered. Next to him, various dishes were sprinkled on the ground, and the red sauce slowly penetrated into the carpet.

Time seems to freeze for a moment.

It must take a lot of money to replace the expensive camel rugs, because these handmade rugs are only produced in Silver Bay. Merchants use slaves to fill the exquisite plush fabrics across the desert. , Came to Aouine through thousands of miles, just to make huge profits that are more expensive than gold. Brando flashed this weird thought in his mind for a moment. The little boy was familiar in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and was thinking about seeing each other there. Then a gentle voice came in: "Sir, sorry."

Brando looks like each's pores are tightened, the muscles and skin are tightened together, stiffly towards the sound coming from raises head, and then the whole person is nailed there.

A couple of noble, wearing clothing that fits this era, that is, the Aouine later revival, imitating the simple but exquisite Hyperbe style of the upper society of Wind Elf. While holding up the little boy, they smiled apologetically to Brando: "Sophie, apologize to others. Look, you have stained this gentleman's clothes."

Brando watched this scene silently, although two memorable words in his mind were tumbling. It seemed as if I could blurt out at any time, but I couldn't say anything. He never dreamed that it would be at this time. Under such circumstances, see your parents in your dreams.

The noble couple who appeared in front of his eyes were exactly the same as the two faces in his memory, even younger, or almost the same as his childhood memories. Yes, at that time, he was only seven or eight years old, and often went to the amusement park near his home with his parents. He glanced at the little boy.

"Sorry, sir." The young Sophie patted the dirt on his body. He looked up and apologized to him humbly.

Brando pursed her lips quietly.

He understands that this is himself in his heart, and also his parents, because this is his confusion in this dream, there are mists in mortals spirit / mind, these mists existence are in the dreams of the lost person I don't know when it will cover you.

Now he walked into the mist he had been reluctant to face. Mortal enemies are probably themselves. Because only you can understand what you are most afraid of, and this nightmare is like the description, it hits the most vulnerable part of him spirit / mind.

Brando barely pulled a smile from his stiff face: "it doesn't matter." He tried to control himself so that he didn't behave so badly, but in fact immediately wanted to find an excuse to escape. He saw the look of one's own parents looking at the young one's own, which was a look with asylum and wings. Brando understands the meaning of that look.

"Sir, do you seem to be worried?" Her mother asked, looking at him.

"No, no ..." Brando almost lost his breath and quickly shook his head.

"youngster is normal. If you do n’t believe me, my husband and I feel kind when you see you. So please give us an opportunity to apologize. We can invite you to sit there with us. Will you? "The familiar woman's face in his memory looked at him kindly, but it was the kind of eyes with tolerance and kindness that almost made him collapse.

Brando took a deep breath, let the cold air infiltrate into the lungs, so as to calm myself down: "Of course I'm happy, but I still have some things to deal with, really ... I'm sorry, I can only leave." He saluted the couple deeply, and then ran away as if turning away, as if afraid of staying for a while, he would be broken apart from his original identity.

If so, he doesn't even know what he should face them.

He is pursuing that shining track in that world, changing the fate of this old kingdom. But does it all make sense? For a moment he even felt confused, could he really answer them without regrets? -- all this makes sense? Or maybe he was wrong from the beginning. Is everything he pursues true existence?

Brando was not so sure for the first time.

He didn't even dare to turn around and plunged into the crowd with sweat, even after experiencing the battle of Ampere Searl, he had never been so uncomfortable. He looked at the faces that belonged to nobles, with some distortion and enlargement, as if the image of a demon. There seemed to be a voice in chant, and he was dragged towards Hell.

"Teacher!" The voice suddenly became clear, as if he had power, grabbed his arm. As a unsealed strong element strong, Brando was almost pulled to the ground, he turned back sweating, first saw a slender arm with a silver long Glove, he raises head, and then saw the prince His Highness's clear eyes.

"Teacher?" Halutz looked at him with anxiety.

"Halutz?" Brando froze slightly, finally waking up. He looked up and did not see the figure of Princess Gryphine, so he asked, "What about your sister? Are you finished talking to her?"

"Almost, but I don't understand --." Little Prince frowned, revealing a deep anxiety. He frowned and looked like his elder sister, especially the long silver curly hair with a slightly curved neck and head down, just like Princess Gryphine, seeing Brando all stayed awake.

This also dispelled some of his confusion and calmed him down a bit. At that moment, he thought of Princess Gryphine, Freya, Romaine and Bucce's mountains, these things were written by existence, and Brando was a little safe. But he understood that the thorn buried in heart was nothing more than a sharp edge.

"I understand what you want to know ..." Brando replied lightly.

"What the **** is this, teacher? Why did this happen? Didn't we defeat Archduke Sifah in Ampere Searl? Archduke of Anlieke has also become a wanted criminal in Holy Cathedral. As long as the south and north are unified, Aouine can be restored again Wasn't it the glory of the past? "Little Prince held his hand tightly, as if she were a helpless young girl.

"Why does it look like this ..."

"I, I asked my sister ... I don't have Mr. Brando. Without the battle of Ampere Searl, she married Archduke of Anlieke, and the old nobles was holding the people who gave them the greatest benefits. Even royalist also stood in the kingdom. Opposite sides. And Madara ... Why did the undead sequence become so powerful? Freya sister ... Freya sister she died ... How could this be, we obviously ... Apparently already ... "

Halutz has some water vapor in his eyes. He bit his lip, but forcibly did not cry: "Sister, she said she would die here, teacher. Please help me to save my sister ..."

Brando sighed. He can understand the despair in Little Prince's heart, because they have experienced such despair in the past, trying to be denied by the invisible hands, the hope becomes nothing, the ideals and beliefs are destroyed little by little, and the road ahead seems to be infinite Endless darkness.

But if it was not for such hopelessness, how could he get here today?

He touched the head of Little Prince. Answer: "Halutz, this is just a dream. Forget what I told you, did the unnamed person distort your dream, just trying to get you in it, all the ridiculous scenes you see here. He confuses you. "

Halutz's eyes were red and raises head came to look at him: "Teacher, I know, you are actually lying to me, right? These things have happened, although I do n’t know where they are, maybe in the future, Maybe in the past, but I know that they are not all fake. "

Brando was shocked. He looked at Little Prince: "Halutz, why do you say that?"

"I don't know ... I just have a hunch, I'm a little scared, teacher."

Apocalyptic, not inferior is the sixth sense of Romaine's. Brando shook his head gently: "In the ancient Kirrlutzian's eyes, history overlaps, because different historical branches will extend different results. Whenever history goes to a fork, two results appear at the same time node witches believes that the each branch will give birth to a new world, these worlds overlap each other, and we are just passers-by. "

Brando suddenly thought that maybe this was really possible, otherwise he couldn't explain his experience. But unfortunately that ’s just a legend, and no one can confirm its authenticity: “Perhaps all this happened in different history, but it ’s just a dream, after all, we already changed our fate of one's own -- Nemesis Did n’t we say, we should There is a sword that changes destiny. "

"Really?"

"Maybe, no one has seen it, after all." Brando replied somewhat guilty.

After regaining his calmness, his mentality has become more calm. But at this time, he felt the smell of blood and scorch in the air became strong. He turned around and everyone in the hall was talking about it, but no one seemed to notice it.

It was only then that the hall suddenly became quiet.

Then the door in the middle of the corridor on the second floor suddenly opened, and a row of Knight came out from behind. Then Brando saw upperclasswoman and black tea, and there were many familiar faces behind him, all from the crimson traveler team. Finally, behind everyone, a noble and elegant figure slowly walked out.

There is no sound in the hall.

Everyone is focusing in that direction.

Brando frowned slightly. The scene in his memory seemed to be engraved on his heart and he would never forget it. He subconsciously tilted his head in one direction. If he remembered correctly, the assassin would open the door in that direction and mix into the hall at a moment when everyone didn't notice.

But it surprised him a bit.

The door is closed and motionless.

"What's going on? History has become different?" Brando just a moment's notice ...

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