Vol 4 Chapter 79

The wind seemed to be blowing in the forest in the middle of the night, and the sound of the wind was like the wolves running at dusk in mythology, whistling through the canopy, whistling, causing wind and rain obscurity. Peia had long been used to curling up in the shadow of a tent. Since that drastic change, she was afraid to fall asleep easily, and the nightmare of the day in each dream seemed to reappear.

She saw her brother walking in front of herself with blood, followed by a shadow that was unclear--

Half asleep and half awake, the light of the candle suddenly extinguished-only the nobles can be extravagant enough to afford expensive sheep fat candles in each tent-but after the light suddenly disappeared, the darkness seemed to be stretched Already.

The walls of the tent were engulfed in thick darkness, and there seemed to be light in the distance. The hunter girl blinked a little, and her eyes were heavy, she saw herself in a shadowy forest. The forest was hazy, as if there were gray ghosts. She heard the long singing, and couldn't help raising her head. She saw the line of ghosts in the white robes slowly passing by.

Some of the ghosts are wearing robes, some are riding war horses, some are holding lances, and some are holding swallowtail flags, and everyone is clear. Some seemed as if she knew and felt strange, and suddenly she saw a small figure walking in the line, and he lowered his head, which was her brother Yaluta.

"Yaruta!" Peia couldn't help screaming.

She had no other mind in her mind, and ran in that direction immediately. But the forest became denser and denser roots seemed to grow up, tripping her. She looked up, desperate to see her brother's back going further and further.

"Yaruta!"

"Pea." A firm voice came from outside the dream.

The hunter girl felt as if someone had grabbed her hand. The surrounding scenery faded quickly, the warm light seeping into the darkness from all sides. She opened her eyes suddenly and found herself standing in the middle of the camp. His head was cold and sweaty, and his face was pale as paper.

Brando was standing in front of him, grabbing her arm. There was a bonfire in front of her. Paya leaned forward slightly, as if about to dive into the fire.

"What's wrong with you?" Brando frowned, and he and Medicia saw the hunter girl rushing out of the tent with empty looks, and slammed into the campfire without a look. If it weren't for his dysphoria, she would have suffered a severe burn at the moment.

But he now realized that the other party seemed to be sleepwalking.

"Having a nightmare again?" The hunter girl woke up every night, for Brando, who had to stay a night every night, naturally.

Peia looked at him dullly. It didn't seem to have responded for a moment. Her hair was scattered loosely against her completely soaked forehead, and her dark brown eyes shone with tears, as if she had not recovered from her previous nightmare.

"Rider, Lord Knight?" Paia froze, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and lowered her head in some trembling: "Sorry. (Read the novel.)

In the strict hierarchy, how could a daughter of a vulgar hunter like her be able to easily touch the body of a nobleman. Nobles are descendants of sages. It is glorious, glorious, noble, and disdain to associate with untouchables. In some places civilians approaching the aristocracy without permission are punished in Lob. Civilians within ten feet of aristocratic carriages will be flogged.

In the early days, this was a measure to prevent assassins. But in modern times, it gradually evolved into a unique honor.

Brando froze slightly before he reacted. He shook his head. "I said, if it's because of my nobility, you don't need to apologize to it. Some people value this because it has nothing but it. He is proud of the title given by the society, and I have the ideals and pursuits that I am proud of. Ms. Peia, I let you stay in this team, just because you are our guide, if possible, I Will help you find the whereabouts of your brother— "

He said so much just to appease the other party. Peia calmed down. She took a careful look at the Lord Lord, and she heard Feralas, Laurenna, and other knights call him 'Master'. What kind of a supreme existence the Lord counted, she could not imagine that the most powerful person in shallow water town was just an elderly jazz.

But the Earl is undoubtedly a freak. She has never seen such a nobleman.

"Thank you, Lord Knight, I have nightmares again."

"It wasn't like you were having a nightmare just now. What did you just see?"

Paya was puzzled, but she told her dream again.

"White ghost?"

"What's wrong?" Matissa stood up and asked softly. She looked at Brando's face a little seriously, and felt that something might be strange.

"Interesting--" Brando looked up, looking at the pointed canopy of the pine forest shaking in the wind. He began to think that it was the sea and land wind blowing from the direction of the sea of ​​the dead moon, but now it seems that it is not the same thing.

"Last time I talked to you about the disappointed knight, Peia, you are from the Manover area. Have you heard of the legend of the missing person?

"Someone who is not famous?"

"Ah, uh-"

"The name of a lost person is a name. The name is like a code name. It's actually meaningless, but it's a mark on you; the Min people have some dark legends. Will become erratic like a lone spirit and a wild ghost. Simply put, abandoned by the civilized world— "

"The elves have a similar statement, because people need each other. If a person loses his due reputation, then his existence value is very weak."

"The legend of ghosts in the forest has a long history ..."

The knights who lost their reputations were abandoned by the people, they fell into the darkness, lost themselves, and murmured all day long. In fact, they are already dead, but their memories linger in the forest and they will not be scattered all day long. If there is any confusion in their hearts, they will be tempted by them.

Hunters often see disappointed knights in the forest, but that's just the fear of the unknown in their hearts.

Brando looked at the surging wind over the forest, and it seemed to be big enough to propel the clouds. But the clouds are still bleak, which is unreasonable-because it is not the wind, but the huge uneasiness that surrounds everyone.

This restlessness comes from the turmoil of the entire world.

Brando saw a light blue arc of light on the horizon. He originally thought it was a sky formed by faint light converging outside the horizon, but now it seems that there is only a reasonable explanation.

Chapter 688 Together. Brando counted everyone and, after making sure no one had fallen, looked back at Nimesis, who was staring at the sky with a cloudy complexion. "I seem to have seen there ..." she muttered to herself.

Brando knew that she had indeed experienced it, but those memories had long been fragmented. He didn't know how much memory she still had at that time. But Nimesis seemed to think of something, and she looked back at Brando: "Brando, do you know what ...?"

"I'll talk about this later." Brando looked at the forest that seemed to suddenly shake the mountain, this time the magic tide was recorded in the historical Chapter 688 happiness. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since your welcome to your support is my greatest motivation.

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