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Brando and Freya marched in the moonlight in the forest. The shadow of the pine tree was like a long and narrow tunnel. The soft footsteps rustled, and there was a round moon above the pine needles. The nightingale screamed at the night, sharp and far-reaching. Far and near penetration of forest land. Brando went very fast, and Freya could barely keep up with the pace. She held the hem in one hand to prevent it from being caught by the staggered shrubs, but the heart was already on the hands of the two hands, and the mind was also chaotic. of. She vaguely remembered that since Bruglas had been separated, she had never had the chance to be alone with Brando. The last time she walked side by side with him, he was still in Stag Forest – also in this forest. in.

“Brando, where are we going?”

“Wait, you will understand.”

Freya no longer speaks, although he is a bit shy, but still allows Brando to hold one’s own hand. The two marched in the forest one after the other. It was a long and short trip. Gradually, the branches were separated in front, the woodland became sparse, and the light was faint, and Freya realized that they had From the other side through the forest, but in front of where, her heart is full of doubts.

When I arrived, it was still here, but Brando thought of it.

The forest opened a door in front of the two people. There seems to be a lively bazaar behind the gate. The bazaar is located on the edge of the forest, dotted with sparks on the bazaar, like the Fairy in the forest. Hey, I lit a bunch of torches and gathered there. But Freya saw the sloping sheds on the bazaar, but the wooden house suddenly held her heart with her left hand. She opened her mouth slightly and realized what it was.

Since the War of Black Rose, refugees from the Riedenburg and Bucce areas have gathered near Bruglas, some of whom have left the sadly carrying home to Manovale in the north or Kurk and Magitan, but there are always people who are attached to their homeland and unable to act. The old and weak women and women stayed behind. They were unable to compete with the locals for land. They could only build sporadic settlements along the edge of the forest and open up wasteland in the forest. Some of the refugees who escaped from Brando with Brando in the first place were greeted by Brando’s favor. Under his arrangement, they went to Trentheim with Leto’s Mercenary Company, but those who were willing to leave their homes after all were few, and more people chose to stay. This is especially true for refugees in Bucce or in the North.

“Look, Freya, this is the one who hopes for you. Their situation is not good. Go ask them and ask everyone who has survived the catastrophe. Are they because of Your origin is to respect you and take care of you.” Brando said with some emotions that in the last life, he knew these places very well. The establishment of these settlements throughout his new novice era, he is very clear, these sheds A group of people living in what.

Freya had completely lost her self-conscious feelings at this moment. She held Brando’s hand tightly and couldn’t help but shed tears. This is her hometown of dreams, neighbors, the roots of her ideals and beliefs.

Sia 婶婶, Uncle, Captain Marden, Little Phineas and everyone, are all of them trusting her from her origins?

This is a question that does not need to be answered.

“Remember the vow you made, Freya.”

“Brando…Brando…” Freya muttered as if to torture himself.

“Freya, you are Everton’s daughter, but you are also a Bucce’s daughter. No matter what your achievements in the future, this will not change.” Brando stood in the night wind and replied quietly.

“I understand… I should have understood…” Freya closed her eyes and shook her head: “I was wrong, Brando, I am sorry.”

Brando patted her on the shoulder and took Freya back to see the villagers left by Bucce. It was his purpose, but he didn’t expect to advance so much. “Would you like to go in and see?” he asked softly. Freya was deeply breathed in, and she looked at Brando with a sigh of relief, then forced nodded.

Since the Year of Flourishing Blossom and Summer Leaf, the influx of refugees has become the biggest headache for Bruglas’ nobles. They have no power and no intention to resettle these homeless people. The local and military are pushing each other out. The livelihood of the refugees has disappeared day by day. After the kingdom finally chose to surrender to Madara, they no longer have the hope of returning to their hometown. And within the gray-white castle, nobles are busy fighting for power and mutual struggle, as if the kingdom in the war failed for the sharpest lance and sword in their hands, used to penetrate the opponent’s chest, A group of unfortunate man fell after the war and went to gallows, but another group of people who sang triumphant songs may not be sincerely for this ancient kingdom.