The Amber Sword

“Claiming to be a member of the royal family is a bold guy. ”

Her Royal Highness gently swept the silver hair in front of her to the back of her pointy ear, lifted a white porcelain teacup and gently sipped and smiled.

“But the moon shines, and the king sleeps in the valley. What do you think this puzzle means, Lord Ovewell?” She shrugged, her pale silver-grey eyes flashing gently, asking.

“It is not an unknown fact that most aristocratic families throughout the Kingdom have some secrets. But Alberton mentioned the royal oath, and I'm sure this treasure has some connection to most of the royal family.” Ovewell thought about it, answered.

“I want to come, but it's not that simple, Lord Ovewell, that the oath of sage may relate to my ancestor Acme. ”

Ovewell nodded: "Lake Emerald, Mount St. White, is supposed to be the Lake of the Goddess of Denel, which I've heard is a place of long sleep for saints."

“So, what do you say? ”

“Local fishermen have often heard of the Misty Lake Knight, guarding the centre of the Goddess Lake, and some have seen an island with a whole white rock on it, presumably Mount St. White. ”

“Thank you for telling me this, Lord Verwell, but what is a double-sided statue? ”

“I don't know, Your Highness. ”

“Also, much of the desire for mysterious treasures stems from the unknown. I'm sure that's the joy of the so-called knight's story--”

She smiled in disguise: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Lord Ovewell. ”

“Nothing, Your Highness. I was wondering who Alberton was before. Because there's not a man named Alberton who used to be a knight of the royal family.” Ovewell replied.

“Alberton didn't always have to be Alberton.” The girl thought about it and answered with agility.

“So do I, Your Highness.” Ovewell bows.

Semi-Pokémon girls don't stare at middle-aged people and confirm that they must have done an investigation. She couldn't help but think lightly, as this neighbor, His Majesty's chief minister beside him, if he valued the young man so much, he must have a father's meaning —— what is he capable of that deserves your attention?

Personal ability?

Part of it, but not all of it.

I'm afraid I still see the power behind that teenager.

The princess couldn't help but crouch her fingers and touch her lower lip. Is it really so important that the Highland Knight can really make Eruin shine again? Unlike local aristocrats and royalists, she argued that the kingdom needed a new force to revitalize it. But where is this nascent power? Highland Knight? Militia or guard?

Doesn't look like it, always feels like something else is missing.

Half Elf Girl thought of the young man, shook her head, and it wasn't him. She felt a little more subtle and a little surprised from the young man.

Are you jealous?

The girl shook her head in a hurry.

“Your Highness?” Ovewell noticed the distraction of this long princess as he went along.

“Ah, I'm sorry, Lord Ovewell, please continue. ”

Ovewell looked at her strangely and nodded.

* * * * * * * * *

The first round of moonshine, the second round of moonshine halfway empty--

The fog gradually grew in the cold-fir forest, and the fog in the mountains carried a hint of chill. Brando grabbed the reins with one hand and looked down on the horse's back, confirming that the white stag gradually brought them east into the lowlands.

Not surprisingly, a few minutes ago, Leto had come to tell him that Marcus and his army of zombies had stopped pursuing him, and they had noticed that their power was slowly receding, right?

The valley was quiet.

Two magnificent statues over 30 metres high suddenly appeared in front of everyone in the valley through a thin layer of fog, and even Freya and the other mercenaries couldn't help but look up at this indifferent, lifeless boulder for a long time.

Who would have thought that there would be such a landscape behind the cold valley, through the faint fog, as if the gaze had penetrated the millennial shackles in an instant and landed on a boulder filled with historical dust?

For a moment, an unnamed thickness was born in the heart.

Giant statues dressed in robes, outerwear armor, bundle of skirts, headwear the spirits' pointy helmets with wings on both sides, with spears in one hand and a giant shield in the other, looking straight ahead. It is the shape of most mythological jihadists, each of whom is said to come from a race of gold, who fought the dragons of dusk on the earth with the knights of the heavens and the blue in the dark ages, and eventually freed Vaughn from the grasp of darkness.

In other words, they are the guardians of all intelligent beings.

The refugees and mercenaries entered from the foot of the giant statue, creating a sense of washing in their hearts as if it were all dirt, exhaustion and a renewed feeling for the whole person.

A lot of people even stopped and checked back and forth to see if they were delusional.

Brando looked at these people and did not tell them that this is actually the sacred word in the "Ten Commandments" of Warnde's finest guardian junction. In fact, the more obvious the effect of this junction is on people with stronger dark forces, the more ordinary people enjoy the spell of purity and physical recovery through this junction, and if the existence of such evils as Marcus and Alberton the White Knight passes through this junction, it will be immediately sensed, and the camp will be reversed - from extreme evil to extreme justice for a moment.

But in order for them to experience this effect as dead creatures, they have to pass the test of the fourteen ring lightning strike technique at the tip of the spear of the two giant statues at the door, a divine spell, not to mention Margus, which is probably Madara's twenty-four Dukes of Eternal Death who come and are also hit with flying ash.

After passing the giant statue at the entrance of the valley, the further inward the valley widened, finally forming a flat valley bottom, looking at both sides to remove a white mist that could not be seen at the edge.

There seemed to be something alive in the fog, white clouds of smoke flickering, sometimes forming an angel with wings flying in the sky, a knight of a tall horse or a fierce vulture, but disappeared between the eyes.

No one in this strange valley dared to stay too far from Brando, and the refugees consciously stopped and stared nervously at the scenes surrounding them.

The more Freya thinks about it later, the more incredible it is, a place like this doesn't seem like a mystery that ordinary people would understand. But she wasn't surprised at Brando's appearance. She couldn't help but suffer. Brando was so mysterious. Now that they were fighting side by side, one day she was really worried that an ordinary girl like herself wouldn't keep up with each other.

She couldn't help but wrinkle her eyebrows and look at Roman, although she didn't say it verbally. But she knew in her heart that Roman's aunt must have her own secrets, and perhaps it was this kind of businesswoman who deserved Brando.

They're the ones on the way.

The more Freya wanted to be sad, the more she couldn't bear to hang herself far behind her head.

Brando didn't notice the young lady's caution because he was dealing with strange Roman problems on the one hand, like, "What is this place, Brando? ”

“Didn't I tell you this is the remains of the saints? ”

“But you didn't tell me where the remains of the saints were. ”

Brando couldn't help but look a little bigger. He turned around and saw that Charles was looking serious, knowing that this guy must be unreliable at this time. He looked at the merchant lady who was sitting on the back of her horse, all dirty, covered in mud --

There's no way. Who told this young lady to sneak off to learn how to ride horses? Brando was scared to death when he found out about it. He was scared that his little Roman accidentally broke himself. Unexpectedly, Roman took a rope and tied himself to the back of a horse, and ran out of pride to show off.

As a result, Brando teased her face so hard that she could know what she could do and what she couldn't do in the future.

“The remains of the saints are the resting places of the ancient kings, the saints, who, with their spirit, have created a territory called ‘their country’, where all their children are sheltered and the outsiders are lost forever.” Brando replied.

“Does that mean there are many such places, Brando?” Roman 35277; with a small face, half of his body twisted and curious.

“Of course.”

Brando sucked his nose and his eyebrows almost didn't screw together. When she's out of danger, she has to take a bath. No girl can stand the smell of her own mud. Sometimes he really wants to open the merchant lady's head and see how long the brain is...

“Are they all called the remains of saints? ”

When they talked, others couldn't help but get closer. After all, in such a magical place, everyone wanted to hear what the young man had to say. These mercenaries, however, are somewhat curious, and this knowledge is not accessible to the general public. Some of them are more knowledgeable than the average aristocrat. But they just don't know many of the terms in the young population. They just hear that this young man is a highland knight. Is it true that highland knights are so mysterious?

But the truth is, they don't know, it's not just them, even Charles is a little confused. After all, as a wizard apprentice, his knowledge is not omnipotent.

The remains of the saints relate to ancient legends, and the knowledge in this regard is that the wizards in the black tower are not familiar enough to find a few. As far as Charles knows, I'm afraid there won't be more than five in this regard than Brando.

So where did his lords come from with this knowledge?

Charles had some doubts in his mind, but he didn't ask, after all, at least as far as he knew, who could see and use a fate card - and not a simple one.

Brando shook his head when he heard Roman's question: “Of course they have their own names, and every saint's remains are related to the king who sleeps here long. Like this Misty Valley, which is everywhere and in the lowland marshes, according to my knowledge, its name is Fairy Country..."

“Fairy Country? ”

“The King of the Knight was one of the eleven kings, guardian of mankind long before Gilt, king of flames. He made a pact with the fairy queen that the fairy queen would make him king of mankind by eating gold apples. After his death, his soul returned to the ideal land, where he slept for a long time and kept his promise--”

“This is a place of chaos, where nights tend to stand still relative to outside time and flow only resumes during the day. Legend has it that there is a golden apple tree in this valley, and the fairy queen lives beneath the apple tree, but no one has ever seen it - and of course, mortals never leave when they see her. ”

He turned around and saw Roman staring at himself with distinct black and white eyes, his face clean: "Golden apple? ”

“You can't just hear this, can you?” Brando was in a bad mood and couldn't help but ask.

Miss Merchant nodded a serious nod.

“Well, little Roman, I'm not going to say this to you anymore.” He almost didn't come back, but when he was ready to make sense with this businesswoman who didn't know what was going on - suddenly he couldn't help but turn his head in one direction.

Everyone turned around and looked at Brando, and they saw a lonely tree over there.

What the hell is this?

Brando stays.

(PS. Does everyone feel like watching a fairy tale?) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)