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Brando was very embarrassed and replied: “I should say sorry, I am Her Highness the Princess.”

Gryphine looked back and saw the legendary Lord Count showing such a sly expression. She couldn’t help but sing a smile. The smile on her face at the moment was like a sly, in the warm and sunny sunshine in the afternoon. She sat at the arch window and listened to the same smile as Oberbeck told her about the young Knight. Because in that story, the flag is so shining, as if returning to the ancient kingdom.

“Mr. Brando, do you remember the story of your grandfather I told you just now?”

“Ok?”

“Do you really want to know the truth?”

Brando is slightly startled, he doubts looking towards this Her Highness the Princess. But Gryphine shook his head: “Don’t look at me like that, Mr. Knight, I didn’t lie to you. But I know that there is still a couple of people living alive at the time of the battle in Alkash Hill.” ”

“Who?” Brando’s heart moved as if he had caught the glimmer of light in the darkness.

“The Silver Queen, King Wind Elf, and the Pope of Faanzan.”

… (to be continued.)

The night was as cool as water, and Brando slowly progressed along a quiet, unmanned path, and the silent forest separated in his view, revealing a winding path through the woodland. Far from the sound of turbulent water flowing into the ear, the side of the right hand of the woods shines like a weaving moon, which is the direction of the Bucce River. After the bushes were separated, the road ahead suddenly widened, and the dilapidated wooden house was like a sleeping beard, faintly discernible behind the dense foliage.

He is already very familiar with this road. Every day between ten years, he has to walk through the woods in the morning light, following the tall back; a bare tree stump suddenly enters his field of vision, next to the stump There seems to be an old and a young, the old man looks at the teenager, the teenager holds the wooden sword, and repeats the hu hu waving over the air. But the stumps are already full of moss, and even a brown mushroom grows on the roots. The silhouette seems to dissipate under the moonlight, bringing time back to reality.

The quiet sawmill was abandoned ten years ago, and the owner of the sawmill transferred it to the local a noble, but the noble was shut down because of poor management and soon shut down the sawmill. Brando’s memory of it began from that time until the grandfather died.

The quiet scenery seems to calm down his chaotic mood, but Princess Gryphine’s words are still vivid:

“The then insiders were The Silver Queen, the King of Wind Elf and the Pope of Faanzan.”

“They are not only informants, but also experienced people. Only they know what happened in the battle at Alkash Hill. There is one more thing I want to tell you, Mr. Brando, Wind Elf also owes the humanity of Darus. “”

But not so simple, Brando shook his head. Because he remembered Veronica and what he said – Holy War ended in 40 years ago, and since then, The Silver Queen has stepped onto the empire’s supreme one. She had an adventure at a young age, which kept her youthful, and even the Dragon Race owed her a favor. The messy thread seems to be gradually coming together, and Brando is behind the heavy history, and this time he saw the shadow of Gold races.

Dragon Race.

Why is Dragon Race also related to this matter?

In fact, he has another name in his mind at the moment – Aloz.

Brando walked silently to the side of the river bank. A stump made up this open area. On the other side of the river was the quiet Stag Forest. There were many legends in the forest, old witches, fairies, white stag, haunted The castle brings endless fun to his childhood. The adventurous spirit of the boy’s surname is the natural enemy of the adults. Although the local children were ordered to ban the entry into the forest, there were still two times, and he was told that he had succeeded.

Gradually, memories of childhood broke away from doubts in his mind. For a moment, Brando couldn’t help but think of Bretton’s stinky guy, who was the head of the children outside the city, and Bretton was the model. The dog followed the noble children in the city, but they had a few squats between them, and they had a swollen face. But at that time he could can’t beat Bretton, and the two men’s hatreds were settled from then on.

He shook his head, the faces of the shaking children were disappeared in his mind, Bretton went to the north, and he didn’t know how. The small contradiction between him and the other party was disappeared as early as Ampere Searl. His father, Father Habuch, visited his home in the afternoon. He must have heard about one’s own from the high level of Vanmier legion. He remembers the singer’s arrogance when he was the governor, but Habuch resigned last year at the Council of Nobles’ work, returning home to feel at ease; when Brando saw him again, Sir Habuch was white and seemed to be ten years old.