The Amber Sword

Waking from his grandfather's dream, Brando opened his eyes and felt his forehead freeze. He looked at the somber sky and couldn't help but take a long breath. There are ways in the game to break free from the cage of the will by relying on instantly improving the equipment and skills of the will, such as his inexorable gift.

But he felt in the middle that this was not the best way to solve the problem.

Anyway, he blends Brando's memory into another part of his soul that he can't cut off. He's not just one of the two, he's the whole unified soul that Sophie and Brando represent, and if he can't look directly at Brando's weakness, one day he can't look directly at his weakness.

The past can only be accepted in its entirety if you know yourself correctly.

This growth, it's not even just in the mind ——

Brando's identity with himself in the past alone was a huge gain for him. He had no idea that Brando's swordsmanship had been taught by his grandfather, and that in the past those memories had been dusted away by Brando's subconscious mind - until this moment, the memory of practicing swordsmanship at an early age was finally restored and integrated into his soul.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Brando had sealed his grandfather's swordsmanship because he subconsciously thought he was ineligible to use it. But even so, the swordsmanship talent that infiltrated the young man's bones made him the head of the Anzek militia.

Our master couldn't help but open the list of attributes and saw that the above had become: Militia [Military Swordsmanship (Level 3 +1), Martial Arts (Level 3), Tactical Theory (Level 0), Military Organization (Level 0)]

Training skills cannot exceed the vocational level, but the reward skill level obtained through equipment and tasks is not counted among them. Grade 4 swordsmanship has been a standard for ordinary people for 34 or 40 years, and it is absolutely inappropriate for young people aged eighteen or nine to emerge.

But Brando feels that as long as he absorbs the essence of swordsmanship his grandfather taught him, there's no problem that military swordsmanship can walk another 30 percent of his experience at level 4. And he remembered that the old man's swordsmanship was a bit of a chill, and that was at least 10 years after Eruin's military swordsmanship, and Brando's grandfather was a legend.

He sat up from the ground with mixed thoughts and couldn't help but look into the middle of the valley. The blemishes diffused from the golden demon tree dissipate some, indicating that the power of the dream is diminishing. He turned back to see Freya and Roman-Freaya with their eyes closed and occasional frowns.

The merchant lady looked pale, but there was peace between the colors.

Fortunately, the situation was not as bad as he had imagined, and the next step was to inject faith, as long as all the golden demon trees were not so hard to fight. He climbed up to Freya and pressed his fingers against each other's eyebrows, hesitating and choosing ‘Confidence’.

The golden demon tree uses negative emotions to induce people to fall into traps they build, and players have to respond with positive emotions. Looking at Freya's performance on a weekday basis, Brando believes that superficial stubbornness and insistence are more protections for inner weakness, and he hopes that the future goddess of martial arts will be more confident - only self-confidence can make people mature.

But he couldn't help but think that they weren't really prepared for him, and in this state he could easily take advantage. He couldn't help but look at Freya and Roman in their sleep, especially the latter's smooth forehead, which made him unwilling to create a delusion of wanting a kiss.

Brando's heart beats straight and he hurries to restrain his mind. Although he likes businesswomen, he is not a shameless man. He rubbed his forehead and had a strange idea in his head.

He couldn't help but think of his dream again.

After leaving his dreams, his mentality had changed dramatically, and the feeling of gain and loss had made him more mature. He knew he wouldn't look back, and the point of time was that after generations of repetitions, everyone had to walk their own way --

Same goes for him.

Once he understands Brando's quest, he also plans for his future. He was the only one who knew that the Black Rose War would soon come to an end, a war that lasted only from the end of May to the end of July, and nobles were simply reluctant to get involved in a war.

This goes hand in hand with Madara's idea that external aggression is an external manifestation of the country's internal dramatic transformation, but Madara does not wish to stimulate the entire bright camp, so retreat is inevitable. Since neither side on the battlefield wants to fight for long, the meeting is about nails on the board. But it was more like a farce, and Brando knew he was willing to fight for it, and not now.

He awaits Princess Regent.

Of course he can't do nothing. He wanted to wait for the end of the war for the royal family to pay tribute to those who made heroes and reassured people that there might be a recommended spot at the Royal Cavalry Academy of Basta as in history. But Brando wasn't interested in the spot, and honestly, he wasn't interested in getting into the old system of Eruin right now, but it was a good idea to let Freya take a refresher course.

And what is he going to do? Brando couldn't help but think that it was the beginning of a turmoil, that a man's power was limited after all, that he needed a territory and that he needed to gather some people to support his ideals. He knew that his familiarity with history and the world would make his territory grow quickly, but where would he start?

Go through Eruin's internal system? Not to mention that time is running out, that he is not willing to get involved too early in the war, and that it is important to keep his head down so that he is not perceived by the truly powerful forces.

As for Occupy Mountain as king, there is no need to think about it, for the same reason. Another route is that of pioneers, with pioneers in the game, and in reality as well. In this dark world, not all territories are under noble control, along the borders of the kingdom, at the crossroads of civilization and barbarity, and many uncultivated virgin lands. Since the time of the Ann dynasty, Eruin has had such a decree, which, as soon as it is discovered that the pioneers of a new territory can legally occupy it, conferring the title of head according to the size of the territory.

These titles are not hereditary, and most of the land will be reclaimed three generations later by the royal family and the temple, and those willing to seek opportunities to emerge from this path continue to flourish. There is no difference here between a desperate gambler, adventurer, mercenary, illegal businessman, or even a templar knight or clergyman of eight origins.

When it comes to virginity like this, Brando can't help but get excited, knowing that there are plenty of them on the Eruin border, though they vary in size, at least they are an option. But when it really came to selection, our hero couldn't help but play a little bit of a chess game.

Neither his development strengths nor his geographic needs were significant, and the key was to hide and, preferably, to start in the later territories with ‘relics’. After all, he lacks both manpower and supplies, saving a lot of energy through the ruins of the city in play.

He thought about it and finally remembered a place. The place became the most legendary territory in the game and was later destroyed by the fire of his enemies for the mistakes of its owners, but the forum's Zinjin Road on this place has long been a joy.

He remembers seeing people say, countless times, "If Valhalla is still there, it must be something else at this time."

Brando couldn't help but get excited when he thought about it, and he didn't even think about it. If that legendary territory is not destroyed, its eventual development will surely be unexpected by all. I didn't expect this daytime fantasy to look like it would come true in his hands.

He was delusional there and suddenly felt a slight movement from the person at his disposal. Then Freya opened her eyes and she saw Brando put one hand on her forehead, starting with a slight flash. But then the confused color in the eyes of the future martial arts goddess faded like the tide, and she woke up violently, her whole body retreating, looking at Brando red-handed.

Even if she doesn't speak, Brando can see what's clearly written on her face: shameless, shameless, what are you doing!

He shook his head just to explain, but Freya seemed to react one step at a time. As if she suddenly remembered something, her cheeks dyed Xia and deepened the layer: “Sorry, I...”

“It's okay, all right, go give Roman an an alarm clock and tell her it's time to get up.” Brando answered easily.

“Alarm clock? ”

Brando coughed and realized he had lost his mouth. This explains in detail the origins and effects of the infusion of faith, but he thought it should be a simple matter, but did not expect Freya to change her face after listening.

“Why don't you give it to Roman first?” She stood up nervously and asked.

Well, Brando was stunned, and your mind said it was fragile, wasn't it, Miss Wushu? But he hasn't finished thinking, and Freya has rushed past and lifted Roman off the ground.

Miss Merchant still looks pale and calm. But Brando was surprised to find two lines of tears slipping down her eyelashes as Freya lifted up the soft businesswoman -

“What's going on!” He couldn't imagine Roman crying.

“I'll tell you later.” Freya took a deep breath and put one hand on Roman's forehead, nothing happened. She snapped and immediately said: "Turn your head around! ”

“What?”

“Turn around, hurry up, don't look! ”

Brando stunned, but nodded immediately. However, his curiosity was no worse than that of a sober businesswoman, and he couldn't help but sneak his eyes behind him. He immediately saw Freya's hands coming over Roman's side, hugging her, touching each other's forehead with her forehead, some anxious muttering to herself: "Little Roman, wake up. Have you forgotten our deal? ”

He couldn't help but glance, he knew that Freya and Roman were very close, but he didn't think that the merchant lady who mentioned anything to her mind also had her own little secret.

But before he could finish his surprise, he saw Freya staring at herself violently.

“Sorry, he saw it for himself.” Brando looked at him around.

“You, you're shameless!” Freya scolded with a red face.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

……

The electricity went out in the morning, so it was a little late.

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