Vol 4 Chapter 83

The moonlight was as clean as silver and sprinkled on the floor.

The little prince stood at the boundary between light and darkness. In the darkness, only the girlish pointed chin was revealed, and the slender upper body and the hazy outline of the dress and long skirt; the silver-grey eyes were like gems in the darkness. Glittering, full of shyness, straightened his hands and grasped the skirts a bit awkwardly.

Although only a silhouette in the dark, Brando was already very satisfied.

Haruzer hesitated a little before he came out slowly. First a pair of silver shoes with a bow tie, then a silver skirt with a lace skirt, followed by a petite upper body—dressed like a noble princess, a silver-covered long skirt and a huge chest A thin clavicle and a rounded shoulder like a little girl are exposed on the bow; the hair has also become longer, and the long hair is bundled behind the head. A pair of curly silver hairs hang from each of the two sides. The pony tail is also many fluffy silver hair The volume looks very elegant.

The moonlight sprinkled on him, the white skin and silver costume surface reflected a layer of light, which looked like a holy mountain spirit. Haruzer stared at the ground, blushing to the root of his slender neck, his sharp ears shuddering a little bit, and blinking slowly and big eyes full of moisture.

Brando was stunned for a moment.

In front of him was the shy little prince Haruze, who was clearly the younger Griffin. No, Her Royal Highness Princess does not have such a weak temperament. Such temperament and the little prince's women's clothing are simply complementary. Brando never dreamed that he would see a gentle and quiet Princess Griffin.

He couldn't help but coughed: "This ... should I call you Prince Haruzer or Her Royal Highness?"

Although this proposal was made by him. But I couldn't help but regret it at this time. Brando himself did not expect that Haruze would look like this after changing to women's clothing.

I hope that there will be no sequelae.

"Mr. Brando ... teacher, I'm really angry if you say that again." Haruze frowned, and answered a little bit angrily. He looked at his attire from side to side, his face still a little red. "This, this is just a necessary choice to leave this dream, but not to give the teacher a chance to make fun of me--"

Brando froze slightly. He didn't expect that this little student was so shy, he could still say such a thing. Even on weekdays, the little prince rarely dares to speak up with him.

He almost thought he had an illusion. Can't help staring at Haruze strangely.

The little prince lowered his head and whispered, "Why can't a lady wear a sword when she goes to a banquet?"

Brando nodded.

"Then ask the teacher to help me pack up the tooth of the lion." Haruzer handed his sabre to Brando. Brando then realized that his student did seem to have changed. He took the sword, put it into the dimension hole, and asked softly, "Haruzer, you look a little bit like your sister now--"

"Well, I don't know why I think of my sister." The little prince nodded blushingly. "But the teacher is right, people are not always able to live on others. To leave this dream, I must work hard. Yes. Eru because so many people have suffered this and that, compared to them, this is only a small difficulty. "

Brando's eyes lightened slightly.

He didn't actually spend much to convince Haruze before. Just tell the student one possibility. Of course they can spend more time looking for that unwanted fiancee, but the dream of the lost person is a fragmented world in itself, and every time you stay here, it is more dangerous.

Perhaps the Lost allowed Haruzet to enter this dream, which may be such a consideration in itself. Although I don't know what it intends. But the task in the dream must be closely related to everyone who enters this dream, and it will never be the task of one person. So he told Haruze frankly about the dangers and risks, let him choose, and told him that he could take the same risks with him.

In the end, Haruze chose this simple method.

He originally thought it was just because of the weak compromise of the little prince, but he didn't expect the idea in his heart to be like this.

Brando couldn't help but feel relieved that the little prince was weak. It was almost disappointing, but I did not expect that there would be a day of awakening. Although it makes people laugh and cry, in the future, His Majesty the King of Eruin talked about how he changed his life. Could it be said that it was caused by a woman?

However, although it is difficult to change your personality for a while, as long as you have this understanding in your heart, at least you will gradually become stronger. Haruze had also risen up in history, and also married Elara as a wife, so in this world, it may not be impossible to become a true king.

What is needed is just an opportunity.

Brando smiled. "You can say that, it's a bit surprised. But your sister will be very happy, at least you look like a qualified king now."

But will the king wear women's clothing? As a player, Brando will inevitably come up with some weird ideas.

"So, that's because the teacher made me understand that I can fight and win with my sword ..." Haruzer whispered, "Actually I'm grateful, I don't know whether I am right or wrong , But I think I should choose to face it first. "

"Well said, it's gratifying to have a student like you. Now that you have this idea, let's face this task together."

Brando held out his hand. "Actually, I feel that this task may have something to do with you, Haruze." He frowned slightly, thinking of His Highness Princess in Menstrosbourg for a moment. . "What will happen to history this time?"

"Related to me?"

Brando nodded: "I think Viscount Cardell made you look like this, and he has his own considerations. Although everything in the dream is weird. There is no connection between things."

The little prince did not dare to refute, but whispered.

Brando reached out and looked at him.

Haruze froze slightly and looked at his teacher. Brando sighed. "Hold your hands up, don't you want to make people think that Viscount Cader is an uneducated and gentleman?"

"Yes, but ..." The little prince was dumbfounded.

"You're wearing gloves. What are you afraid of? Besides, this is just a dream. What are you thinking about? Practice it first so you don't have time to wear it." Brando stared at his student and said, this is not a lie. When doing tasks in the past. They also used to make up all kinds of people; players even have a self-ridicule, the self-cultivation of actors is an essential quality for every player.

Of course, especially for players like Nightingale.

Men dressed as women. It's common for women to dress up as men.

Then the little prince answered, and put his hand on Brando's hand. Brando was no different. He had fully entered the task state, carefully examined His Royal Highness's attire, and then asked, "Do you know what aristocratic lady looks like in high society?"

"Well ... probably know something."

"You show me two steps."

Haruze blushed and took two steps. But Brando immediately shouted, "Stop--" Haruze looked up at him in confusion, and Brando could not help but shake his head: "Forget it, you still walk as usual. In fact you originally looked more like a girl ... "

The little prince paused for a moment, then glared at his teacher with some teeth.

But Brando didn't care at all, and his mind flew to the palace inside the king city. Last life. Prince Haruze should also be at this banquet. What exactly did he witness? Brando faintly felt that his memory, the memory of the little prince, and the memory of Cardel had been entangled, and there must be a potential knot in it.

But to solve this mystery, I can only go to the center of that incident.

So after a little practice in 'Santa's Clothing Store', Brando took the little prince straight out. Because it is in a dream. He directly copied Viscount Cadell's carriage, mounted four white warhorses, and headed for the center of the city.

The carriage passed through the main road of King City, the old capital of Eruin, and every street of Menstroth seemed so familiar to Brando at this moment. As if with deep memory, everything that has become obscured in the past is gradually becoming bright again.

This process is like searching for the memory of Viscount Cardel. He is tinkering with his own memory. Brando looked at the familiar shops, fountains, and squares, and the route was like the street he passed through when he went to dinner with his sister. The already hazy details are gradually becoming clear.

It seems to be back in that period of history.

Brando's breathing slowly increased. He frowned, looking at the lights in the night, as if he had returned to the day of Eruin. The Valkyrie has been killed, and the entire kingdom is shrouded in sorrow.

But the nobles were still obsessed with sensuality. The bustling palace and brilliant lights seemed to be the last elegy of the kingdom.

The light turned into a sea of ​​fire in Brando's eyes.

"Teacher?" Haruzer looked back, noting that Brando's look was a bit off.

Brando had just returned. He shook his head at his students—to be honest, the little prince now looked like His Royal Highness Princess One. He hesitated and said, "Haruzer, you may see some scenes you can't imagine later."

"Is it because of a dream?"

"Roughly the same--"

"But no matter what happens, you can't be impulsive. The dream itself is a grotesque but logical world. Its logic and memory are closely linked, and changing the dream is meaningless-our task is to make up for Viscount Cader's heart Regrets. "Brando paused." Do you understand? "

He said this as a reminder of himself. He certainly understood what happened at the banquet, but he knew he had to reconcile his feelings.

Because here is a dream, just a world of memories.

Haruze nodded indifferently.

At this time the carriage finally stopped.

Brando opened the door. But it was then that his hands froze and he stared at the man standing outside the car door. Seems to see a terrible nightmare.

Nemesis-No, or should I say that a woman who looks exactly like a horsewoman stands under the carriage, looks at him, compares the paper on her hand, then raises her head and smiles:

"Viscount Cardel, right?"

Brando just felt like he had made a huge wave in his heart ... There is something wrong today, and that's all. The others should be owed, but they may not be added soon. My limit is now almost 10,000 a day. Make up for it if you have inspiration.

In addition, I saw the book review from the Taiwan substation yesterday. It was a bit ashamed. In fact, I did n’t intentionally break it and then there was no news. What should I say ... All right! I will pay attention later. )

{Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}