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Brando looked at Amandina and knew that she wouldn’t do anything unnecessary. Waiting for her below, Amandina gently breathed in: “My father was very tight for a while, he was the one who was at the ball at that time. When the mother met, they quickly fell in love, when they bought a mansion in the old town of Bruglas, and the larger courtyard after I was born was purchased after my father earned money, I think I understand where my father left his legacy.”

Brando was smirking, and the Miss Adviser was always so serious. At that time, he was short of money, so he valued the remains of Amandina’s father, but now Borg Nesson left more legacy, and for Trentheim, he was also a drinker. But it’s a little noble. “Amandina, since you remember where your father’s relics are, try to find it out and make a souvenir -” He suddenly stopped and looked at him with amazement. Amandina: “You mean these people are going to the remains of your father?”

Amandina gently nodded.

This can explain some of the problems, and only the underlying Demonic Cultist will pay attention to this little money. They may have gotten the wind from somewhere and want to make a windfall. But it can’t explain the flaws of Tirste and Magusk, or they may not care about one thing, but Brando looked at the deserters of the two bundled white-wing cavalry regiments. Their relationship with Magusk is obviously not coincidental. The heart also tells one’s own that the speculation is not correct.

It would be fine if they could open their mouths, but unfortunately this is impossible.

Amandina saw one’s own Lord Thane deeply frowning and whispered started talking: “Lord Thane, that blank parchment, I think I might be a bit clue.”

“Do you have a way?” Brando came back to his senses.

Amandina shook his head: “It’s just a guess. Just look at it first.”

The parchment was put together with “Bible” and was pinched on the page by Patrol Cavalry. Brando brought a youngster to the [***], and Amandina took it and opened it to remove the parchment and spread it out. The expression is revealed in the eyes. She hesitated for a moment, and said to Brando a little embarrassedly: “Lord Thane, this is a letter, I think I can show the text on it, but… but can I let the person do the job alone? ?”

“A letter?” Brando slightly startled, he looked at one’s own Miss Adviser, and he was puzzled, but still nodded.

“Thank you, Lord Thane.” Amandina was grateful. Brando didn’t ask her what to do. It was a silent trust that made her feel satisfied and gratified. She retraced from Brando, took parchment and went to a wooden house, raised her hands around her neck, and took off the necklace hanging around her neck – the room was also hung with the 52 room on the tomb. The key – she spread the parchment and the necklace on the ground together, then squatted down, biting her finger, and dripping the blood on the necklace, where the pendant was originally hung. The magical scene took place at this time, and the blood beads flowed down the necklace, as if floating in the air, sketching the outline of a crystal. The fictional blood-colored crystal exudes a shimmer, Amandina uses rays of light. After the page of parchment, the parchment gradually appeared on the parchment.

Amandina looked at the words, long breathed out, and she waited until the blood light on the necklace gradually dissipated, then she took up the parchment, re-attached the necklace, and carefully covered it with a shawl.

Brando waited for a short while before one’s own Miss Adviser came out, she walked over to him and handed the parchment to him. “Successful?” Brando asked, Amandina gently nodded. ,

He glanced at the other side carefully, thinking that one’s own, the Miss Adviser may have some little secrets, but Brando believes that she will never harm herself, so she will stop asking, everyone has one’s Own **, he respects Amandina’s choice. He unfolded the parchment and gaze over the first two paragraphs above, and raised his eyebrows.

There is a special purple text on the letter that reads:

‘Dear Pamid, my brother ——

We have never been so close to the truth of the truth, the piecemeal riddle has finally formed a piece of picture that has been pieced together, presented in front of me, the relics of the Marshal adult have been properly kept, then I will leave to find the truth. I believe that there will be a flaw, and you and I will have fair treatment for everyone. For thirty years, the nightmare scene that you and I witnessed in that place has been hovering in my mind all the time, but I still believe that the choice we made was for the purpose of justice and selflessness. Fast, I have to prove this.