The Amber Sword

“Brando, what Roman said could be true.” Freya cautioned.

Brando, of course, knew that what Roman said might be true, and that she was acutely aware that he had already seen it. But he said that I was just joking and relaxing the atmosphere. Your Highness, the future goddess of martial arts, if you are always so serious, you will grow old very quickly.

He couldn't help but look back at Roman, and the businesswoman looked back at him, and honestly, her curious gaze was sometimes a bit embarrassing - especially the ghosts in her heart.

However, Brando loved this girl in his heart and found it surprisingly cute instead of naturally different in his eyes.

And he thought about it, and he said, “We're going to stop here for a while. ”

“Pull over for a while?” Freya asks, "But Madala's army is right behind us. We'll be two or three hours late. We're running out of time, Brando. ”

But Brando pulled the seal out of his pocket and shook it in front of them. “It's the middle of the night, and the city's martial law doesn't really mean anything. If we're treated like Maddalene's detectives, it's all over, you know. ”

“So, what do we do?” Freya thought her efforts should be at least a little useful.

Brando glanced at her. He knows exactly what he's talking about. What if there's no sign of Madara's invasion in Lidenburg? Not necessarily! How can the nobles neglect their own security, and they are only more willing to shrink in the city and stand idly by?

He remembers the year of the Cave Beast in history (342), when the blood wand swept eastern Karasu, and the army of the dead had lived without grass. The Silver Horse City owner ordered the closure of the gates and turned a blind eye to the eastern reclamation area, which led to the migration of a large number of poor farmers to the west, leaving the area still deserted and empty of smoke.

But even so, these lords were not blamed afterwards, or the royal family was powerless to point fingers at the lords long before Obergu VII took office. This is happening in the northern province of Carasou in the Goran-Elson region, which Roman and Freya do not understand, but Brando does.

He could hardly say that his intention was actually to help Roman save her aunt - and of course he would try to save as many people as he could if he had the chance; but as for reporting to the Resident Army in Riedenberg, he had no such expectation, and Brando would never consider himself a savior.

It is better to expect the noblemen to understand the human language than to expect the pigs to tree. In the old Eruin era, players had clashed more than once with arrogant nobles, and even during the December coup d 'état, players were directly involved.

Brando never had a better impression of these guys.

But when he thought about it, Freya might not agree with him. He couldn't help but look at each other again, and this rural girl in Riedenberg with her sword staring down at the light was still trusting the country, which was nothing wrong, but he feared that she would act impulsively at a critical moment.

But he was honest, and Freya wouldn't necessarily believe him, only to make a difference between the two. Brando doesn't want to argue. He thought about it and all of a sudden he had an abdominal case. Of course, the necessary preparations are still to be made.

He pretended to think about it and said, "I thought about it, and it doesn't look like we have much of a choice. After all, since we are the people of Eruin, we can't completely avoid the risk. ”

“However," he paused, "we still have to be fully prepared. ”

Brando's sweeping words allowed Roman and Freya to agree, and even the attitude of the bright ponytail girl would inevitably soften a little, looking softly at Brando, suddenly feeling that this guy was not so shameless.

But only a genius knew that Brando had taken a deep breath after he had finished, and he was surprised to find himself seemingly finding a balance between Brando and himself in the past. He was never a rules-bound man, but in recent days it seemed like a big hand was pushing his machine forward behind his back, causing him to catch his breath.

But as his strength grew and baptized in the heart of the Golden Tree's dream, the feeling of the past finally returned to him. Let him feel like he's dealing with the problem again.

Even some of Brando's agility has been added to the mindset.

It feels good.

He took out that sandalwood stone statue, and now there's a small crack in the statue.

He turned around and said, "You have to be prepared, too, Freya. You turn the ring around. The flaming onion in the middle is too conspicuous. Little Roman, you need to keep the sword close, and those lazy guards won't be searching too hard. ”

“Should I turn my ring around too? ”

“No, nobody can see your fucking ring. ”

“Brando, those men are the guards of the city! How do you feel about the way you don't trust them...” Freya couldn't help but ask.

“It's not that I don't trust you very much, it's that I never trust you. Then you'll know. Just do as I say. ”

Freya hasn't been to the city, but there's more or less a big deal going on in her mind. But after all, Brando is the authority, and she has no choice but to believe.

And Brando said, "Take out the pieces." It was mainly small objects found on the remains of the nobleman that had not yet been identified, and he found the pipe to be ordinary debris and threw it away at will. And that dark gray piece of stone that he doesn't even know —— not surprisingly, there are millions of materials produced, and it's normal that Brando doesn't know one of those minerals.

The last glass bead had some meaning, and Brando found it to be a container after a soul crystal had been consumed. It's commonly said that it's a storage item. The spell inside should be ten-foot acoustic-proofing —— a very appropriate spell to use to bypass the nests of some monsters when adventuring in the wild.

Brando's embarrassment, however, is that being a warrior does not have the ability to activate storage items. He hesitated for a moment before putting all this stuff together with the cards to avoid being touched by the greedy city gatekeepers.

He looked up at the sky, it was too early.

Three people descended east of Mount Fendeck and started building starpoints along the way. Farms soaked in the wilderness, mostly in the middle of the night, and solitary houses employing farmers, are spread across the banks of the Pine River, flanked by several wilderness hostels - hotels that are only visited by passing adventurers and those engaged in improper business.

Of course, most adventurers themselves, except the players, are not very clean. Besides, players, most NPCs mix them up with tomb thieves.

They walked in the wilderness for about an hour, and the towering walls of Riedenberg suddenly appeared in the night ahead. There was a fire basin on the suspension bridge below the tower, which lit up dozens of meters away. Brando slows Freya and Roman down and slowly comes out of the darkness on the edge of the fire.

Upstairs guards were talking to each other, and there was a snoring. Brando was so astonished by these voices that he frowned and guessed that there were about seven to eight people upstairs.

As soon as the three of them showed up, the voice of the conversation stopped.

“Who are you people?” The vigilance lasted a short time before a soldier with a pointed helmet came out of the tower and poured down for a drink. Roman raised his head, squeezed his eyes, and looked clearly at that pointed helmet with a black pine mark.

Brando said that the pine markings indicated that they were local forces. That White Legion soldier was supposed to be a bunch of wolf feathers, and Brando knew everything, she thought.

“One man, two women. We come from the woods, sir, and we see something strange. My wife and I are scared. We want to go into town and hide!” Brando raised his hand and shouted high above.

Freya was shy and angry in the back, what a man and two women, vulgar dead! When she heard Brando say they were his wives, she finally couldn't help stabbing Brando in the back with her sword sheath, which must have been deliberate.

She wants to.

Roman doesn't care. Guess she thinks it's nice to be Brando's wife anyway, doesn't she?

Brando has misery to say, and that's the only way he can relax the guards. As for the following remarks, he, Freya and Roman are all alike. They cannot be said to be brothers and sisters, and others are not fools.

“Are you armed?” Asked the tower upstairs.

Freya listened and grabbed her sword nervously. But Brando didn't panic, and raised his voice and answered: "How dare you walk in the forest without weapons at this time? Besides, I was a former militia, sir. ”

The top of the tower calmed down, leaving only one long snoring voice.

After a while, put a basket down on it, and the guard shouted, "Remove your weapons and put them in the basket. Then we'll pick you up one by one. ”

Brando nods to Freya and tells her to do as she says. His Spike of Light is more beautiful, but as long as it doesn't excite the spell, no one can see it's a magic sword. After all, the Pokémon Sword still has some circulation in the human world. When the weapons were handed over, they were given a hanging basket and allowed to go up one by one. Brando was afraid that Roman and Freya would lose, so he took the initiative to go first. The second Freya asked Roman to go first, and then she was the last one pulled up.

But as soon as she sat in the basket and was dragged up to the tower, she saw Brando and Roman in a state of sword filling, and the two guards were pulling out the sword between their waists and walking their way.

“What is this?” Freya beamed and asked in surprise. She subconsciously looked at Brando, but she didn't expect her eyes to turn to the other side and answer her questions.

Now the ponytail girl panicked a little. She had always regarded Brando as the backbone of the team, but now it seemed that the only decision was in her hands. What's she gonna do? Do you want these people to be held hostage? Are these people doing the usual thing?

Brando, answer me! What are you thinking? Shit!

“Arrest them all. These are Madara's reprimands!” But it was at this time that Freya suddenly heard a man commanding in the corner. She suddenly turned around and asked, “You know the invasion of Madara's army? ”

Brando's face was miserable, even though Freya had grown up. After all, she is still a little girl who has never seen the world before, and a few words are messed up. She may feel that there is nothing wrong with this sentence. It is not clear that at this time the guard forces in Ridenburg are most afraid to encounter the people who are reporting in the direction of Butch.

These people have to press the news into the city and wait until the settlement in the future to push the blame. Brando knew perfectly well that they thought they could rely on the thickness of the Riedenberg Wall and, of course, be worry-free, knowing that the war was unforeseeable.

“Wait, we're not scolding!” Freya couldn't help but tell: “We are Bucci's militia, we have the Bucci Guard's letters! ”

But that voice ignored her at all and drank straight, “Take her down, what are you hesitating about?” The talker came out in the dark, dressed in a dark chain armor, feathers on the pointy-top helmet proving that he was the captain of the team.

But this filthy middle-aged man was gazing at Freya with a fascinating look, and I didn't think I'd find anything good this time. Of course he believes Freya's telling the truth, and the militia's cufflinks are still on her.

But I didn't know there was such a wonderful woman in the middle of nowhere like Butch.

He touched his chin.

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