The Amber Sword

Brando let the ghost loose his paws, and he and Charles landed on the soft meadow. In the quiet woods on the top of the mountain, they see a skewed wooden house - like a slum house, two stories high - that bears the light of a dull candle from the crevices of the boards.

“Lord, is this where you say LVUP is?” Charleson's own sour wrist caught, carefully gauging the house in front of him, revealing a very suspicious look on his face: “I don't want to question you, my lord, but how do I look more like this is where the witches of Buenos Sons live? ”

“You're right, this is the home of a witch. ”

“Oh, the witches do have a few ways to temporarily increase their power. ”

“No, temporary forces are too fragile. ”

“So, Lord, is your goal psychic? Psychic technique is indeed an approach under pressure. But, my lord, the evil spirits of the lower world are not very good at dealing with each other, and I have a few ways of deceiving them, but I have not personally tried them ——” Brando walked up to the cabin and the young man followed.

“Charles, next time you tell me, but this time we're here to do business. ”

“Buy or sell? ”

Brando had walked to the door and he stopped, tightening his body and slowly regulating his breathing.

He's the only one who knows that living here is a witch named Barbasa. In designing family castles, nobility often leaves a secret passage for emergencies, while the original owner of the pine fort, the Duke of Goran-Elson, has made a great deal of enemies in the political arena because he is a conservative hardliner, and the tunnels in the castle have avoided densely populated areas until they are fixed on the hill.

And it is only natural that Barbassa, as a wizard advisor to the Duke of Goran-Elson, guards the exit of the Lord's secret passage here. The secret is also the fact that the players, in the Second Black Rose War, found the blueprints of the castle after repeatedly pulling saw battles with Madara and overwhelming Castle Pine.

And this 32-grade witch named Barbasa, Brando, is familiar. When he was practicing in Lidenburg, this was the only store selling mysterious objects, and Brando was inexperienced in games and liked to gamble his luck, and this old witch swallowed up a lot of sweat money.

But that's not the point anymore. The point is how he can overcome this circle of wizards so that the next plan can be implemented. One of his hands was always on the handle of the sword and his fingers were cold because of the tension.

He hesitated for a moment before lifting his fingers and knocking three times on that wooden slab, which was tilted 70 degrees and had a long, short or two gap on it.

A voice soon came out upstairs, sharp and old: "Whoever wants to divine, come back during the day. ”

“I don't divine, I bring something. ”

“Do you want to do business? Do you know the rules?” The voice upstairs stopped and asked.

“I have what you need, witch. ”

“Really? You better get what I want, or I'll rip your heart out and throw it to my dog.” The sharp sounds rang from the second floor to the floor, accompanied by the climbing downstairs.

The door opened quickly, revealing an ugly old face. The witch looked at him halfway with her cloudy eyes under her hood and said, "Say something. ”

Brando didn't want to, so he pulled out the sword and put it around her neck. His hand was unexpected by everyone, and even Charles next to him was frightened: Is there such a thing as a man doing business?

When he came out with his sword, his whole body was like a tight string, so much so that when he succeeded, he had some blemishes all over his body. He exhaled, his sword-shaking hands shivered a little —— as soon as Barbasa reacted a fraction of a second faster, she had more than ten ways to beat herself to flying ash, one by one.

But fortunately, it is estimated that the old witch is also well accustomed to her honor. With the strength of a circle of wizards, she does not see herself as a black iron lower swordsman. Perhaps Barbasa still feels that even with the sword, she doesn't have a chance, but for Brando, the outcome of the fight has been decided at this moment.

Charles was scared to the side, and he thought escaping from jail or looking for an Earl's troubles was a pediatric compared to this moment; and as soon as Barbasa opened the door, he found out —— it was a ring of wizards, Martha was up there, and a high-ranking wizard like her could slap him ten times.

But he, the lord of the lord, put his sword around each other's neck without saying a word.

“Young man, what do you want?” Barbasa looked cold and asked in a sharp voice.

“My sword will stab you in the heart before your left little finger completes the third bar. Hearing the witch say that the heart is the source of a person's life and corresponds remotely to the magic triangle, I've always wanted to practice whether or not that is the case.” Brando replied coldly, "Of course, if I were you, I would stop this foolishness immediately. ”

As soon as he said that, Babassa and Charles immediately changed their faces.

Charles thought this old witch was practicing magic. He couldn't see it at all. It must be a very sophisticated technique, but how did his lord recognize it?

And even more shocking in Barbasa's heart, a swordsman with no magic ripple on his body recognized her magic skills at a glance, and accurately called out which part of the spell he was in. Has the world been reversed?

“What do you want?” Her attitude softened under a tragic earthquake.

“The Duke of Goran-Elson does not seem to have a friend in the capital, and I am sure he will lend Castle Yupin to the Count for that reason as well. If that's the case, why did you have to die for a stranger? ”

Brando said his chest was bamboo, but his sword-shaking hands were shaking slightly. He was constantly watching every detail of Barbasa's movements and eyes and fearing that they were playing tricks. A level 3 or 40 wizard should have no secrets in his eyes, but his perceived attributes were too low, and he could only conjecture.

Brando thinks he's got more guts than anyone.

And Barb's face changed again: “What are you talking about? ”

“My request is simple. I want you to swear by your destiny, lend me the secret passage to Pine Castle once, only once, and I will not preach it to anyone. ”

The old witch looked at Brando like a monster, and she was the only one who knew the secret passage to Tunburg except for the Duke of Goran-Elson. How did this young man know that even the Duke was close to him and his family didn't know about it? Is he the bastard son of the Duke of Goran-Elson?

“I said no. ”

“I don't want to kill. ”

Barbasa realized that she had little room for bargaining. When she thought about it, she had to obey her soft, trembling fingers and ready to swear to the Witch Throne, but Brando shook his head.

“Barbasa, isn't your zodiac constellation Serpentine? ”

The witch shook up the whole thing. How did he know? She couldn't help but look into each other's dark and unseen eyes, as if all her secrets had been exposed to each other's sharp eyes. The Zodiac Constellation was the greatest secret of a witch, and she merely entrusted it to the Duke of Goran-Elson to gain his trust. The more Babassa felt that Brando was mysterious, the more she dared to play tricks and swear poisonous vows honestly against her own horoscope.

Brando was relieved to feel that his vest was completely soaked in sweat. He dropped his sword and said to Charles beside him, "Charles, you go to the back shelf and take down the scroll on the far right of the first row. And the box in the middle of the second row, the three reagent bottles on the far left of the third row. Anything else, don't move. ”

Charles was already impressed with his lord at this time, and he had said similarly in heaven that Brando was highly unpredictable, but he would really feel that the lord was a bit unpredictable.

And at this point, Barbasa felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, a young man who could not even see what was really useful on her shelf and what was under the guise of a vicious curse. Knowing those things is a secret that only she really knows.

But when Charles opened the box, he shouted with surprise: "These are elemental crystals, Lord. Take some time to absorb them and use them directly! ”

But Brando shook his head and walked over to pick up the three grey poppers at the bottom and asked, "Do you know what this is? ”

Barbassa also raised her head in confusion, and the old witch didn't even know what was in those three reagent bottles herself, but by the time she reached that level, she could already instinctively feel the magic ripples emanating from some of the objects, so she stayed - after years, a thick layer of ash had accumulated.

Initially, the reagent could not be tried randomly. Not only can the poison be eaten to death, but the wrong way of using the booster drug can also kill people without disease.

Magic is a powerful, mysterious and dangerous thing.

Charles looked twice and shook his head.

“It's magic potion, how can you not recognize this?” Brando wiped the dust off the bottle with a little dissatisfaction, revealing the light blue liquid underneath.

“Impossible!” Barbasa and Charles looked shocked.

“Why are you so surprised? Isn't that magic potion? Now I'm going to ask you, these three bottles of Magic Potion can increase your Magic Potion by four times. And regardless of the change in magic power, what level of wizard do you think you are? ”

“Intermediate Wizard.” Charlemagne replied.

“So that's the three metrics I told you about, three bottles of magic potion, and you're an intermediate wizard before you run out of them. And in fact, now you're just an apprentice, you understand? ”

Charles nodded his unconscious spot, but it was a magic potion, called the Wizards' Gold. This is a product of advanced alchemy, which is nothing better than holy water —— he saw it in sheepskin scrolls himself, so he just threw it away?

Brando picked up the long sheepskin reel on the top of the shelf: “This is a mysterious reel that records how the hard-workers compress the air on both sides of their blade to sharpen them. Skill, is part of the attribute. That's three indicators. Now you understand what I'm saying about coming here to improve yourself? ”

“Fixing a skill isn't overnight, is it, Lord?” Charles said immediately, but he saw Brando sweep past the reel and throw it away at will. The scroll landed on the ground with an empty sound, where the latter stayed for about a few seconds. Then suddenly he waved his sword out the door of the wooden house with his opposite hand, ‘clicked’ and broke outward through the three or five foot door frame. The door panel split into two pieces and floated outward for more than 10 meters before landing.

Charles opened his mouth directly and his chin almost fell to the ground.

Brando also frowned, spending 153 skill experiences just practicing this skill. This is not a cross-career skill, and the consumption of intermediate-level skills is outrageous. The forum said that if this skill was to be upgraded to at least level 25, it would take a lot of experience.

In his view, however, it was worth it, after all, he had learned more than a dozen skills in his last life, half of which were professional proprietary. This scroll is about the closest intermediate skill he ever had in his pre-game life, but unfortunately he lost his arm due to a little luck.

So whether you're going to plan for the next one or not, at least you have to get the skills on this reel. Now it's just the way to go.

He dropped his sword and turned around and said to Barbasa, "Can I borrow some of this stuff?” Borrowing is actually similar to robbery. But this old witch is not a good thing either, he is less psychologically burdensome.

But Brando just asked randomly, and he knelt down unexpectedly and lowered his head deeply, touching the ground with his forehead: “On the prophecy of darkness, only the dragon of darkness can see through all the secrets of the witches, and any means before you is nothing but a trick, you insight into the heart, and you are clear about everything. O ancestor of the Minors, it turns out you have returned...”

Brando and Sharzizi are stunned this time.

(PS. Christmas Eve, is it spaghetti or fried rice?)