A few days ago, the envoys coming out of Anya's defense line passed by Bran who was hiding in the dark. Although he knew that this team would have a narrow escape, he still chose to sit on the sidelines.

Bran has always believed: People are afraid of being pushed, and horses are afraid of being ridden. As long as there is no support, you will always find a way to survive. Isn't that what survival is like? Like the wild beasts running on the grassland, the weeds on the ground are struggling under the guidance of fate. They can't make it.

, is also God’s will.

At this time, he and Huahua were squatting in front of the ant nests on the side of the road, watching them being busy, occasionally reaching out to play with them. Although it was located on the main road leading to the capital of Anya, there were not many cars and horses passing by. After all, here

It is still far away from the royal capital, and only a few people in this era can afford to travel far.

The reason why I stopped was because of a magical beast in the ant colony. A very interesting worker ant, with far more power than other individuals, but able to cooperate seamlessly with other ants. They had just finished a wonderful battle,

At this time, the fruit of victory, a huge caterpillar, was being dragged step by step towards the ant nest. Its behavior fascinated Bran, and he felt that it was very similar to himself, restricted by human sociality and unable to transcend. He knew that he was just a human being.

Passers-by, knowing that the warmth and care have nothing to do with themselves, yet still lingering on them.

After leaving the Winged City, Bran suddenly lost his direction. Being trapped in the North City for more than a year made him a little tired. In the hesitation of whether to return or not, he chose a compromise method - a detour. After all, in the North City

And Dany, and the log, and other people and things that concern her.

A carriage, accompanied by a knight, passed by him and stopped not far away. A knight turned back and asked in a raised voice: "Where is your family?"

Bran did not respond, but just waved his hand to try to get this nosy guy to go away. His reaction made the knight confused, so he jumped off his horse and walked around to Bran, trying to figure out what this child was doing?

The ant who was returning to court was stepped on by him.

With a sigh, Bran picked up Huahua and stood up to leave. The knight did not bother him again. Judging from the boy's reaction and temperament, he knew that he was in trouble.

But not everyone knows how to advance and retreat. The carriage started slowly with Bran as he passed by. Bran didn't want anyone to disturb his peace, so he stopped and signaled the other party to go ahead.

But the other party obviously didn't want to let him go. A woman's voice came from the car, "Kid, you'd better come with us. This road is very unsafe now, and there are a lot of broken troops."

"Thank you, no need."

The blunt refusal seemed to annoy the other party, and the other party's tone became tougher, "As a knight, we cannot let you be in danger."

"A knight sitting in a chariot?" Bran asked with a hint of joking.

The woman was obviously choked. A middle-aged man calmed the atmosphere and said, "I would like to ask, where are you going?"

"The royal capital."

"We happen to be on the way. If you don't mind, you can go to the car and chat about each other's travel experiences." The man in the car euphemistically extended an invitation.

Bran refused again, "Thank you, I'm not used to being too close to strangers."

The man in the car couldn't help laughing, completely mistaking Bran for a stubborn child. He popped his head out of the car and motioned to the spare horses behind the car, "You can choose one."

This time, Bran did not refuse. He chose a nearby horse and jumped on it. The woman in the carriage whispered, "You rude little brat."

After a while, as if she was bored, the woman got out of the car, jumped on the horse and came to Bran's side. She started to find something to say, "What are you doing in the royal capital?"

"Go and have a look. I heard that most of the Hell Knights live there."

"Do you want to join the powerful Hell Knight?" The woman puffed out her chest with speculation and pride, as if she wanted Bran to know that she was also one of them.

It's a pity that Bran ignored her pride, but said the fact in a teasing voice: "Compared with the warriors in the North and the dragon riders on the island, you are not strong. Judging from the average strength of individuals,

, you should be the weakest."

"Nonsense!" the woman's voice was a little sharp, "What do you, a little kid, know? As a member of the Anya Kingdom, how can you speak for outsiders?"

Bran still told another fact in a leisurely manner, "I am from the North."

This sentence caused the woman to laugh, but the laughter gradually weakened in Bran's silence. She began to look at Bran suspiciously, but the face hidden under the hood seemed to turn into a mist, making her

Humans cannot see clearly.

At this time, she noticed that Bran's accent was very strange. She gradually became wary and asked with caution and uncertainty: "Really?"

Bran nodded and continued to talk to himself: "What do you think is the most interesting thing among the three?"

The woman subconsciously asked: "What?"

"The three of us are likely to have the same origin. Although there are some differences in language and writing, we still have many things in common. Moreover, the settlements in the North and the Dragon Riders are both related to magic. I only need to confirm that the same is true for your settlement.

"

The woman blinked her eyes, revealing a pure and innocent look of an idiot.

At this time, a question came from the carriage, "Then what? I mean if you make a discovery."

Bran chuckled twice, "If the three are really from the same source, then how did we end up here? And where did we start to split? There are many questions that can be guessed and you can try to find the answers."

"You are very much like a scholar."

"Some scholars once said this, but I don't belong to them."

The woman seemed to have recovered, "It's boring. These problems won't make us stronger."

"No, maybe it will make us stronger. If our ancestors are stronger than us, have you ever thought about why?"

"Why?" The woman's eyes shone, staring at Bran curiously.

"Oh, secret..."

Bran has many conjectures that need to be confirmed. The culture of this continent seems to be deeply influenced by the Kingdom of Anya. In other words, it is deeply influenced by the Knights of Hell. When he studied with Sean in the castle, those texts with the same origin gave him some clues.

It was inexplicable. He once thought that external culture had eroded the Northland, until he got the answer from the goblins.

The Northlanders hid in the wilderness and isolated themselves from the outside world, while the Dragon Riders hid in the archipelago and were unable to penetrate into the interior. Only the Hell Knights established the Kingdom of Anya, which had a profound impact on this continent.

From a fair point of view, the economy and culture of the Kingdom of Anya are much more developed than those of the North. If it were not for the invasion of the demons, perhaps the Kingdom of Anya would have achieved greater success.

There are also scholars and the scholars’ City of Wisdom. Do they have any connection with the three tribes? If given the opportunity, he will enter the City of Wisdom to search for the oldest original materials there and look at the words used for recording. Maybe he can
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