Kapitel 969: An Enchanting Dream

Berengar stood within a thicket of the densest woodlands he had ever stepped foot in. He was not dressed in his usual regal attire, which signified his authority as the Emperor of all Germans. Instead, he was dressed in rather primitive wool clothing fashioned in the style of the ancient Germanic people. There was blue war paint across his handsome face, as well as across his chiseled body. 

The most powerful man in the world stood in bewilderment, with a sword in one hand and a round shield in another. He had no idea how he had gotten to this mysterious area, nor why he was dressed in such a barbaric fashion. All he knew was that someone, or something, had brought him here. 

Whatever their reason, Berengar did not want to stick around to find out, and as such, he quickly sheathed his blade, before cautiously making his way through the dense forest. He could not see far into the distance, as a mysterious fog obscured even his immediate surroundings.