The Amber Sword

The 'Red Copper Dragon Story Club' is a bar whose doors open on the streets between the Bonoan market and the Bridge of Travelers, open all night and open to mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes and merchants selling goods of unknown origin.

If you can tolerate the messy atmosphere and vulgar slang here, it's a nice place to have fun, with cheap wheat wine, exposed waitresses and enough food to fill your stomach, you can't spend a few coppers drinking all night here - you can whistle as much as you want without worrying about the guards catching you in the dungeon for the night.

But Freya couldn't help but be a little wary when she approached the house where the dirt was hidden. The little country girl grabbed her sword with her hands and her head was filled with little hints from Brando.

She fluttered red with a small face and lowered her head, passing cautiously from crowd to crowd, because she was a little too frightened to even pull the ponytail. Freya couldn't help but think what if someone suddenly disrespected herself? Shall we cut off his hand with a sword? Or a sword to stab him?

She took a sneak peek at the ladies in the exposed clothes, her ears were burning, just wondering how she could do that! What a disgrace!

Freya walked to the counter with her sword in her hands, and the fat bar owner weighed her head to toe with a parchment: "This is no place for you, little girl. ”

Freya blushed and realized that Brando was lying to herself. She couldn't help biting her teeth and squealing her sword, but she was too ashamed to be angry in front of strangers. But when I think about my previous performance, Freya couldn't help but look up: “Well, I'm here to ask someone...”

Leto looked at the girl in front of him and she was about to go down to the bar. She couldn't help but laugh: “The bar is where the news is sold, but we don't have free service either, little girl! ”

“I know, I'll pay for it, please make sure you tell me. ”

“Well, who do you want to ask? ”

“Hood, the textile dealer on the Bonoan market. ”

“That guy, are you a relative of his country? ”

Freya shook her head quickly: "No, it's just a letter that someone asked me to send him. ”

Reto shook his head, but it was at this time that a group of guards hurried past. He acutely felt the little girl in front of him with a slight tightening of her body. He had been a bar owner for 10 years and was uncomparable in the neighborhood to observe Yan Guangdong's kung fu. Through this detail, he immediately smelled a little unusual.

But dramatically, the guard passed by and fell back. "Leto, by the way, have you seen anything suspicious? ”

Retto lowered his head and saw the girl calm in front of herself, but her fingers were all white. He sighed and asked, "They're looking for you, right? ”

Freya stunned and subconsciously pressed the handle of her sword.

“Don't be nervous, I'm just a professional habit. ”

Freya stunned. At this moment, she felt like lightning. She said, "Me, I have money. Can you help me hide it? ”

“A hundred Tor, do you have the money?” Reto smiled. He is mixed with dragon snakes, hiding a fugitive is also a family favorite, besides, he looked at the little girl quite well.

A hundred Tor is a silver coin, and Freya nods her head quickly.

As several guards walked in from the outside, Leto hid Freya in a barrel just behind the bar. None of the people in the bar match the army and naturally don't come forward to identify. Besides, there are rules in all walks of life, and like this, there are rules that belong to you.

This is the so-called grey field. The guards of the city will come to the bar to spy on the news, as will the illegal businessmen and thieves, who know each other's existence, but follow the rules and do not tear their faces apart in person.

That's the rules of the game.

But Leto thinks so, Freya is different. As soon as she hid in the black painted barrel, she regretted it and couldn't help but say to herself, "Freya, you never thought anyone would betray you?" You really can't do anything. Are you still the captain of the Butch 3rd?

She heard the bar owner chatting with the guards outside without a match, and the tension was indescribable. She feared that the other party would suddenly open the lid and pull her out, although verbally it was nothing, but she also knew what would happen if she was caught.

But after a while, she heard someone knock outside. And he said, "They're gone, come out. ”

Freya, that's when she opened a stitch in the barrel and saw that no one was out there. She couldn't help but relieve herself and saw that everyone in the bar looked at her with a smile and smile, and others even raised their glasses to show her.

“Well done, little girl, against those guys in the army! ”

“Here, cheers! ”

Freya couldn't help but blush and say to the bar owner: "Thank you. ”

“You don't have to thank me, I'll take you a hundred and ten,” chubby boss laughed, waving his hand out of the room and calling a girl in a plain leather dress with a long hemp braid in black to her and saying, "This is my daughter, let her take you to Hood's house, by the way, little girl, I'll give you a piece of advice. It's late. Don't run around alone. Where's your buddy? ”

Freya couldn't help but think of Brando, who wanted to get angry and couldn't lift her temper. She thinks Brando hasn't tried to hold her heart and let her come out alone and think about her previous performance. She's embarrassed but ashamed.

She couldn't bear to tighten her sword.

“My name is Sue.” The girl looked at her and stretched out her hand: “I occasionally look at this shop for my father, but right now I'm free, come with me. ”

“Thank you, my name is Freya. ”

* * * * * * * * *

“Someone is touching the fish in the water, Lord. ”

Charles stared at the fire of tall buildings in the distance and answered.

Brando frowned and unexpectedly there was a force outside the city. Instead of helping him, the fire in the House of Lords caused him considerable trouble.

But the timing was pretty good, and he thought about it —— the other side should be at least inside the station, at least knowing they had escaped.

He recalled the situation, perhaps one of those aristocrats at night. But who, what is the purpose of the other party? Brando shook his head and threw these cluttered ideas out of his mind, although he was a little upset to be exploited, but he didn't deserve to be upset as an insignificant little man.

“I hope we don't get into too much trouble," he said, "but we don't have to be affected. Now that we have better help, can we just do our own thing? ”

“But you haven't answered. What are we going to do, Lord?” Charles asked at the side.

“Someone lent me a sword, and of course I'm going to get it back.” The Obergu VII Brando knew was not a man of great magnitude, but simply did not know how close the so-called His Majesty's closest minister was.

“Who?”

“An Earl. ”

Charles pounded: “I have never seen anyone more lawless than you, Lord. Do you really think the noose isn't hard enough for your neck? ”

“We escaped from the dungeon to hang people, so why do we care if the twist on the neck is one or two?” Brando couldn't help laughing and, to be honest, he was nervous, but he found himself a funny person.

“Yes, but Lord, what are you going to do? ”

“From the front, of course, the bigger the move, the better. ”

Charles couldn't help but glance at Brando, who laughed comfortably but had no bloody face and pale hands to reveal the tension in his heart. But even so, the other party calmly and calmly arranged their own plans there.

“What happens if you die.” Brando thought about it, asked.

“Cards die on the battlefield, of course, entering the cemetery, and I will remain there until you have the means to salvage me, Lord.” Charles replied.

“In that case, I'd be more careful. ”

Brando said that his mind had estimated the time. Approximately how much time you have before you raise your right hand to let a half-sky stone ghost grasp--

Charles also raised his hand.

They looked at each other and nodded. The stone statue rose quickly, under cover of night, over a small forest on a hill in Riedenberg.

The wind surrounded the ears of two people, and Charles couldn't help but ask: "Lord, are you sure that a Count will temporarily live in such a forest? Not the castle behind you? ”

He refers to the castle on the small island in the centre of the river, at the junction of the Song and Wei rivers.

“What do you mean, it's too windy for me to hear? ”

“I mean, Lord, are you flying in the wrong direction? ”

“Me? Of course not. Did I tell you I'm going to trouble the Count soon? ”

“So what are we going to do? ”

“To LVUP, of course! Do you understand? ”

“Lvup? Is this some kind of ancient language? ”

“Bullshit! Let me tell you, there are three metrics in a game that exist forever: skill, equipment, and attributes.” Brando shouted out in the wind: "When you look through these three indicators, one of them will help you, and if you will one day grow up to be a great magician, you must thank me for telling you this secret. ”

“Game?”

“Life is like a game. Game is like life, you know? ”

“Barely understood, Lord, you are so highly unpredictable -” Charles said incorrectly, feeling only that it would be so cold to fly in the air at night and that his hands and feet would be frozen.

Brando stared at the forest and thought he had fifteen minutes to go.

* * * * * * * * *

Inside Yu Ping Castle -

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and carefully weighed half a dozen pieces, then dropped the leaf-shaped sword in his hand. His face remained unchanged and he still had the same harsh expression, except that the cold color in his eyes became more obvious.

“What do you think?” The man behind him asked.

“This should be the sword. I don't know how that young man got it. But in any case, he must disappear into the world. The two women around him are nice, I like them. ”

“Little hobbies don't hurt grandeur, but it's important not to delay things. ”

“I don't give them a hint, how could those short-sighted fools have thought to lend me my name? But they kill men, and they praise them, and they praise them, and no one will doubt us. We just need to make everything seem reasonable. As for personal reputation, when do we care? ”

The middle-aged man's thin lips floated with a slight smile: “As you said, a little hobby doesn't hurt too much. ”

The man smiled and looked back at the sword: "Do you see anything? ”

The middle-aged shook their heads: “It's not that easy. ”