Act 127 Power and Responsibility (2)

"Akane?"

Macaro was startled, then glanced at Brando bitterly, and then he understood what the other person's previous question meant. But this time was too critical, and Lee Woods would never allow him to make this young man unhappy. Even if the members of the group were alienated in front of him, he would only have his teeth knocked out and his blood swallowed. It's just that the punch came fast and hard. Even with his determination, he couldn't help but look away when faced with the disbelieving, questioning or weak questioning look of the girl he had adopted.

Even if he had a thousand or ten thousand excuses to explain, and even if he understood that the girl he usually regarded as his adopted daughter also wanted him to at least explain even one sentence, Macaro could not say a word "no" at this moment.

Everyone present could feel the power of the golden heart beating in Akane's body, the Golden Steps. Macaro didn't know what had happened to her. Her strength had risen so quickly. He thought it was the potential that exploded at the critical moment of life and death. This meant that this girl with long fiery red ponytail hair was at least a genius - a person they were attracted to. The genius of neglect. But on the other side, the golden tree in Brando's hand also exudes the more pure power of the golden heart.

That is the origin of the golden bloodline.

If you eat it, you will have the destiny of the chosen one.

The words Macaro explained rolled up in his throat, but when he opened his mouth, they turned into: "Qian, what are you..."

His words seemed to have exhausted all the efforts of the girl. She looked straight at this man - the man who had occupied a corner of her father's position in her heart for a long time; her eyes were not so much disappointed as containing a sense of hope. A deep plea, a plea that she was willing to believe even if it was just a lie about happiness. She was as helpless as the stupid daughter waiting for her heartless relative to change his mind, hoping that he would turn around and tell her: I'm sorry, welcome back...

But what she was waiting for was Gu Zuoyuan's tactful words, which sounded like concern, but were so pale that he distanced himself like a stranger. The tall figure in her impression seemed to suddenly become distant and blurry. She clutched her chest with one hand and burst into tears: "I'm sorry, why..." She whimpered like a wounded animal, lost. With the last bit of strength, he fell to his knees on the ground, closed his eyes, and fell forward to the ground with a crash.

Lost consciousness——

Seeing such a scene, Macaro was speechless.

Brando looked at this man coldly.

He felt someone push him gently from behind. The young man nodded to show that he understood what the other person meant. Without the dragon girl Arnold, he would not have been able to detect Akane's arrival with his ability. But it was not his intention to let her experience such sadness.

Maybe he already knew what Macaro would answer, but even so, he wanted Qian to understand this - the truth is not a charity, but he could not tolerate Macaro's further arbitrariness around him.

"I'm sorry." Brando sighed.

He stood up, walked over to help Akane up, and wiped the dirt off her face - the girl showed a weak side in her sleep, her tear-stained face was a little pale, but as peaceful as an angel. The young man straightened her body, leaned her against a fir tree, and then turned back to look at everyone on the opposite side with a condescending look.

"Mr. Brando?" Lee Woods saw that Macaro beside him was a little emotionally unstable, so he had to interrupt.

"Macaro!"

Brando interrupted, his anger finally burning out of his chest, and his voice was as cold as the glint of a blade. Everyone was stunned and didn't understand why Brando's attitude suddenly changed, but the young man shouted angrily: "Don't think I don't know your origins -"

"Since Anson VII, Eruin has been declining day by day, and the light in the darkness seems to be rising and falling in the chaos - obscure and dim, and the opportunity seems to be fleeting. In the past ten years, you have seized every opportunity to turn defeat into victory, like You invest all the pieces like a gambler. The whole plan is precise, ruthless, and seems to be logical. However, all of this is just to overthrow the powerful Grand Duke Anlek. You hide the truth and prevent the world from thinking that Grand Duke Lantonilan is ignorant. The old thing just wants to save the last thing. Who else can help you, Sivak? "

Brando's words were like a sharp sword piercing into the hearts of everyone present, and the faces of Macaro and Lee Woods turned white for a moment. They subconsciously forgot to breathe for a moment, and they only had time to guess who this young man was.

The young men had laid out the outlines of their plan, which they believed to be a divine act of desperation. All sacrifices are worth it. If necessary, you can even pay your own life for it. Political confrontation has become a kind of fanatical belief. As Brando said, there is only one opportunity. As long as you seize it and look forward to the moment when defeat becomes victory, the dawn of dawn will surely sweep away all darkness.

This legendary story has a legendary ending. But they never thought that this plan would fall into the eyes of a strange young man, not even a trace of it. This plan was first decided ten years ago, and some details are not even known to the subsequent participants. Then the young man in front of me with the pseudonym Brando——

Who is he?

What is his intention?

But the more Brando spoke, the angrier he became. He stood up straight like a blade, and his voice was as cold as the cold of winter: "——You think you can represent the justice of the royal family behind you. Your sword is for the sake of this country. Fight for the future! Unfortunately, your stupidity prevents you from seeing the fact that if you fail, can you still send others to die with peace of mind?"

"Wait," Leigh Woods frowned slightly, a little annoyed. Although this young man holds something very important to them, their plan cannot be blasphemed - it represents the glory of the royal family.

"What do you want to say, Master Lee Woods?" Brando asked indifferently.

"Everything you said is based on an assumption..."

"You want to know the truth?"

Brando sneered, he raised his head and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At this moment, it was as if another soul was standing with him. The young man's eyes seemed to see through the shackles of the world. Sophie's words returned to the other side of his soul - so that time and space collapsed in front of him - but After everything calmed down, what he saw in his eyes was everything in the past. Palaces and cities burned in flames, kingdoms overturned, and everything familiar in the past no longer existed at this moment.

Her Royal Highness's vision.

The oath of Lord Valkyrie.

This kingdom seemed to be reborn from the flames, and every player devoted all their efforts to fight for it. However, in the face of the invasion of Madara's undead and the black tide of players, they all failed in a fragile manner. It seems like a destined failure and a tragic ending. However, these nobles are still here to control the fate of this country from above, as if they can see the final outcome - the victory they believe. Then, like a cold death, he clung to the lives he controlled and threw them into this fanatical sacrifice.

The unknown lives flowed out like cold blood in these people's bodies.

Died.

What resulted was a cold ending.

But no one will be responsible for this.

The players remembered the dark humor, but what about these high-ranking nobles? They just changed the board and continued their game. They are sacred every time, representing light or darkness, justice or kindness. This belief cannot be blasphemed, just like the blood flowing in a noble family, so unquestionable - seemingly unquestionable.

"How can I tell you the truth..." Brando sighed tiredly, and waved his hand: "It's like this golden apple in my hand. Of course I know what it does to you, because it The presence of the game makes your game more glorious, it is like a shining weight that tilts the balance in your direction - or so you imagine."

"Unfortunately, I am not here to attack you. In any case, your failure is doomed." He replied.

"What did you say?" Even Buga couldn't help but frown this time.

"Young man, not everyone can become a star." Leigh Woods shook his head.

"However, those witches who used rumors to confuse people were all tied to the stake-" Macaro glanced at Brando coldly and added.

Brando smiled.

Indeed, he happened to be the one who could predict—no, see their failure. But he wouldn't say that, he just asked: "You don't believe it?"

"Reason?" Buga asked simply.

"I remember, in the most glorious era of Eruin. The knights of Eruin held horns and fluttering swallow-tailed flags - when the horn blew, the Blade of the Kingdom moved forward indomitably. I remember that the battlefield was a sea of ​​flags. Embroidered with gold, the coat of arms of Corcova, the coat of arms of Golan-Elson, and the coat of arms of Anlek. I remember that the nobles of that era still kept their oaths-" Brando He smiled and said, "Do you still remember that oath?"

Everyone was stunned.

"Don't remember?" Brando's eyes were full of ridicule: "It doesn't matter, I can read it to you."

"I swear a sage's oath under this sword! I swear to lead my people - to lead them away from strife and killing, and away from the arrogance and greed of the imperial nobles; I swear in order not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake of history, I The nobles of this new kingdom must abide by the spirit of chivalry - justice and strictness, integrity and bravery, kindness and generosity. I make this oath and will abide by it for the rest of my life!"

Brando read this passage sonorously and powerfully, and then looked at the group of people who were speechless for a moment.

"Do you remember who made this oath?" he asked softly.

Lee Woods, Macaro and Buga looked at each other, their faces were slightly hot. Of course they knew, how could they not know. They just forgot.

"Yes," Brando nodded: "This is the source of all your beliefs, the foundation of Eruin's noble spirit, your former king and wise and benevolent monarch, the first generation king of the kingdom, His Majesty the Kind Eck, in the Lion The oath made under the Heart Sword. Do you remember what he said? If one day, the Eruin nobles forget their duties, then this sword will go back to where it came from and will no longer protect this country. .”

"Do you guys still remember?"

"Don't you remember-"

"It's a pity."

Brando sighed and cast his gaze into the forest.

The afternoon sun penetrated the forest. At this moment, the southern forest seemed so peaceful and peaceful for the first time——

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(PS. Regarding the problem that some students feel that the plot is dragging, I will pay attention and speed it up.) (To be continued. If you want to know what happened, please log in. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!)