Amber Sword

Brand tried to choose Eruein people because, except for people like Wood who are clear-headed clergy, the Cruz people find it hard to truly understand the kingdom’s plight. In comparison, even though Flame-haired Nicholas and Curiosity Seeker Gallock were enemies not long ago, they are actually more reliable.

Furthermore, Brand knows that they are not members of the Unity of All Things, so even if it’s to prove their innocence, they can give their all. Of course, he can’t help but have some darker thoughts, because if he fails, the northern nobles will at least lose two true experts, which might make Frey and the remaining southern Tonyger factions slightly better off.

Of course, this is just a little self-comfort that is better than nothing.

"Brand, you want me?" After hearing Brand’s request, Antitina could still remain calm. She actually knew early on that Brand might rely on her knowledge in alchemy and Magic Science, but the Countess of Yan Castle couldn’t help but be taken aback.

What do you mean by saying you want me? Brand couldn’t help but sweat profusely, but he didn’t expect the Countess to look very happy: "No, no, I, I’m not trying to refuse— but... but I’m asking if I can really help with such matters?"

"Of course, teleportation requires consuming magic power, and does it look like a time when magic power can be wasted casually?" Brand asked a bit helplessly: "Bringing you is naturally because you are more outstanding than others and can play a role in such moments that others cannot."

Brand had a sentence he didn’t say, because everyone understood the danger of this mission, and the people who went with him might not even survive one in ten, possibly even a total annihilation. He’s not stingy with praise for those who can face life and death directly.

In fact, any praise would pale compared to their actions.

"So, are you willing?"

"Yes, I am very willing. Lord of Priest, Mr. Brand, thank you so much for choosing me!" Delphire expressed sincerely, in fact, Brand knew this countess was too simple-minded to feign sincerity.

But is it worth being so happy? Brand couldn’t help a slight doubt, thinking maybe this lady, like Ecco, is someone brainwashed by knight spirit?

Seeing the Countess’s blushing face, he was also embarrassed to continue to undermine her confidence. He turned his gaze and saw Curiosity Seeker Gallock talking with Char:

"Are you Char from the Pallosh family?" Gallock, seemingly not worried about what might happen next, asked calmly.

"Indeed." Char replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I’ve heard of your genius among the Highlanders, but it’s a pity you’re a Highland Wizard. Otherwise, I would have taken you as my apprentice, sadly, Eruein people can’t choose their destiny." Gallock said softly.

"It’s all over, I’m no longer that Char. I’ve died, but I’ve gained new life." Char replied with a slight smile: "Besides, Eruein people may not necessarily be unable to choose their destiny."

"Is that so? I heard you finally returned to the mountains of Alkash, what did you see there? What did the Marshal eventually see all those years ago?"

Char smiled but did not answer: "That’s not important, is it?"

"Yes." Curiosity Seeker Gallock seemed to think of something, paused slightly, then nodded slowly. Hearing their conversation, Wood furrowed his brow slightly and turned back to Brand to say:

"Brand, I’ve found everyone you wanted except Mr. Nigel, unfortunately, he has died in battle." Wood replied.

Is that so? Brand paused slightly, unexpectedly that historically famous Unshakable Sword would die here, historically it was during the second Black Rose War that the old general would fall.

At this moment, he deeply felt the changes in history. He glanced at the remaining two Templars, preparing to nod, but it was at this moment a voice came from the other side of the Crystal.

"Since the Unshakable Sword is dead, then as a soldier from the same era as him, I will take on his mission, shall I?"

This was a loud, aged voice, followed by a tall figure pushing the door open: "Great Priest, what do you think?"

Wood raised his head, surprised to see the previous Commander of the White Lion Legion—but the old man had already shed the White Lion battle armor and wore nothing more than an ordinary set of military uniform.

"Commander Reld?"

"I’ve said, I’m no longer the Commander, Lord of Priest."

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