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The biggest secret of the spirit at the moment, Usson moved.

“Actually, you all know, right?” Another ‘he’ was lightly smiled to him.

“I am a mortal, the son of Darus of Sword Saint, my grandfather’s expectations for me, just to live. No longer involved in this is a non-whirlpool.”

“But after sixty years of the war, who can see the future? Perhaps all this has already been doomed. How can I be the mortal, who can dominate one’s own destiny?”

“I am you. Brando,” Brando replied: “We are not different.”

“But I am mortal, are you?” ‘Brando’ also replied: “When Alvina said this to you, you will understand, right?”

Brando is silent.

Indeed, there is no doubt in his heart.

He sheds the blood of Black Iron, but has inheritance from the ancestors. Some facts are actually self-evident in silence.

Just Sophie, who is a player, how can he have the bloodline of the ancestors. In reality, he is just an ordinary person.

“Do you understand?” ‘Brando’ asked again.

He silently nodded.

‘Brando’ also looked at him silently:

“…so say, Brando, you answer me… on this World, have people mastered their fate?”

“I don’t know,” Brando shook his head. “But I believe there may be a day.”

“Maybe one day?”

This problem suddenly made Brando’s heart firm.

His mines head, the glory of some kind of memories shining in his eyes, whispered replied: “…may I have seen it all, seeing a civilization that has experienced ignorance and barbarism, slaughter and disorder, even today It is still greedy and indifferent, but I also see a lot of gentle and beautiful side. I know at least that our history has not gone backwards, even if the process is tortuous and long, but I have reason to believe tomorrow…”

“What you saw, I never knew, Brando…” Another ‘he’ shook his head: “So this is our biggest difference, I ask you, Brando, you will decide the future of mortal for us. What?”

Brando looked at him.

But did not answer.

He took a step forward, one’s own phantom to nothingness, like the ripples of the ripples.

“You are one of us, Brando.” A gentle voice sounded.

Brando slammed the head and looked at the silhouette that appeared in front of him. The other party did not look back, standing back to him, the green dreamy cloak, hanging from behind his back, quietly hang down to the ground.

It wasn’t until this time that Brando discovered that the snowfields of all around had disappeared, and the two seemed to be in a void space.

The stars are twinkling around.

Brando was slightly surprised to open his mouth. He didn’t even know how the other person came to his side, and there was a feeling in his heart that the other person did not seem to be a phantom, but actually existed there.

This illusion was so strong that he couldn’t tell a word.

White can’t make a sound.

Knight of Azure turned slowly, and Brando realized that the description of the former in various legends and myths was not fictitious, but he could not see the other side.

Knight of Azure held up a sword in his hand and said to him: “People who are sheltered by you, relying on you, this is a responsibility for you. And when you make up such determination, it changes. The fate of others, although you do not answer this question, but you understand this in your heart.”

“I just want to do what I want to do,” Brando retorted. “I don’t have any damage anyone.”

“In fact, you not only did not damage them, you also protected them, just like Marsha and the gods, but sometimes such grace is unintentional.”

“This is not a kindness, but a mutual trust,” Brando said firmly. He shook his head. “Even without me, people will fight for themselves and protect their homes and relatives. No one is qualified to decide.” The fate of others.”

“And what you are doing”

“I am just one of them. There is no difference. Adult. Maybe my strength is stronger. I don’t mind if someone is holding me and moving forward with me. If one day I lose strength, I will do the same. Because civilization and order are not a single individual. Our kingdom and society are established through mutual contact, and no one can be alone.”

Azure Knight nodded, he picked up the sword in his hand. “Are you ready to take my sword?”

White was excited, she looked incredulously at Brando as a candidate. Brando didn’t look so strange to her. Before War of the Holy Saints, the candidates were better than each other. There is less of an era, but there are still some.

In fact, Brando is not the best candidate she has ever seen, and even seems a bit clumsy. If it is not her reminder and rescue, the other party may have died in the glacier long ago. Before that, she never I heard that the candidate still needs help from others through trials.

But the same

She has never heard of anyone who can meet Will’s Will in the trial. Almost unstoppable, the words on the legendary Black Prophecy surfaced in her heart, especially when Azure Knight picked up the sword in front of her.

Because only she can understand, what the sword symbolizes.