The Amber Sword

After listening to this story, the silver-haired girl was silent for a long time. She put her fingers on her chin, thought about it for a while, and then looked back at the sun falling from the tall arches and windows, and the outside world sun was skewed to the west.

“So what's the end of this story, Lord Verwell?” She asked.

“The end is the story of the elder minister here and the princess. Isn't the end obvious, Your Highness? ”

“Yes, but there's one thing you haven't mentioned yet, Lord Ovewell.” The princess asks with interest.

“Oh?”

“You said, 'He's got a good thing in the process,' but I haven't heard your description of this thing in words from the beginning either, my lord -" asked the Half Elf Girl.

“Really, Your Highness, but the old man remembers himself very clearly.” Ovewell smiled and replied with surprise.

“Lord Ovewell, are you saying that the badge Alberton gave him, a magic badge, is not a good thing? I don't think it should be said in the eyes of adults. ”

“No, no, of course not. Princess, why don't you think about it again? ”

The silver-haired girl calmed down and lit her chin and thought: "I think it's in the valley of the saints, and I remember a passage in this story, my lord, that you described very briefly, and I think the mystery must be there. ”

“Your wisdom is beyond your reach, Your Highness.” Ovewell praised it sincerely: "But I didn't mean to be abbreviated, but I did feel that two powerful scents were hiding in the neighborhood, and I didn't dare approach them at all. I was trying to warn you, but I didn't think it was too late--”

“Oh, Lord Ovewell, you are not famous for your swordsmanship, but I think your strength is also in the lower realm of gold. Can anyone make you not even close to heart?” Half-Pokémon Girl slightly flashed.

“Almost, but fortunately, it seems those two powerful beings don't want anyone to find out about them, but they must have done something to make them feel better.” Ovewell's heart answered with a palpitation.

“So what did the young man get in there,” the princess thought, "Yes, my lord, you haven't told me exactly what he saw when he opened his waistbag. ”

Beating Felwell revealed an admirable look on his face, he looked around and answered with a word of mouth.

The silver-haired girl was stunned when she heard it. Her face changed slightly: “Does that really exist? ”

Ovewell nodded: “I've only heard legends before, and I was as surprised as you were, Your Highness. Unfortunately, once that thing is touched by a mortal, it doesn't belong to the second person anymore. ”

“It is indeed a pity that he might otherwise change the nature of my brother, who is a little too soft for Eruin.” She looked at the minister next to Her Majesty and said, “Otherwise, Lord Ovewell will take it, won't he? ”

Ovewell nodded instead: “Even if he is a friend of Lord Everton's daughter. ”

“I'm afraid it's not just friends.” The princess couldn't help laughing.

Ovewell looked at her and knew that she was reminding herself not to hit her head with an idea. The chief couldn't help but shake his head, and he did not at first not fail to consider the idea of pulling the Highland Knight with the only daughter of Obergu VII.

But with the strength of Her Royal Highness, it seems unlikely. But he looked at each other and couldn't help but think that since she was the daughter of the royal family, she could not get out of the marriage. In that case, the young man was actually a good candidate.

Much better, at least, than the many aristocratic youth he had met.

And of course, these things can only be considered. He bowed his head: "Now that the story is over, Your Highness, it is not too early, please excuse me. ”

“Lord Ovewell, please. I want to be alone here for a while. ”

Ovewell looked up at the silver-haired girl and couldn't help but laugh. He knew that Her Royal Highness had waited for her afternoon at the temple to avoid this. His Highness Sir Panosson, her history instructor, could not help but say that he was going to confess to His Majesty.

“Escape is not a good way, Your Highness.” He couldn't help but whisper a warning.

The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, revealing a hint of cunning in her silver-grey eyes: "But at least it's one way. ”

The door's closed--

The princess shrugged for a moment and sat back in her chair and looked at the dust floating up and down under the tall arch and window. The golden sun was like weaving a dream that she couldn't help but think.

And what happened after that?

* * * * * * * * *

There was wind in the forest.

The low wind slowly crosses the canopy, as if it were a stream of water, allowing the thick fog to begin to move slowly; the white mist between the branches, one layer at a time, mirrors a cluster of flaming red berries beneath the forest on both sides.

When the dawn is broken, the dull horseshoes are heard from far and near.

The iron-wrapped horse's palm tramples the bushes and berries, sweeping past the steep rocky beaches, and the horseshoe splashes water like a white crystal post. A total of thirty-four horses flew by on water flowers, and bone skeletons in the valley felt the tremors of the earth climbing up, and they were shocked by the sound, but they just turned their heads slowly, reflecting a growing war horse in the phosphorus flames in their orbits.

They are tall, handsome Anelic warhorses, strong chest muscles and forehooves that directly crash and chop these weak dead creatures, or lift them out and hit the white rocks on the river into scattered bones.

The horse squad broke a path between scattered bone skeletons, then slowly slowly slowed down, and the horse's steps were getting smaller; the lead young knight suddenly raised his hand high, and more than 30 horses stopped together because of inertia -- more than a hundred horseshoes were in the middle of the stream, and the steep currents could only go around ——

A high cry opened the morning's doorstep.

“Won! ”

“We win--!” Then the second sound.

“Long live! ”

“Long live Brando!” When the horses stopped, it was like realizing something. The mercenaries on the horseback raised their hands and the cheers finally rang all over the valley.

In a cheer, Brando took off his leather helmet and threw it far away. He couldn't help but live with a sweat on his cold forehead, and the morning breeze swept past, making his face cold. He sat upright on his horse in a grey leather coat and looked up at the green mountains surrounding him and thought:

It's over, it's over!

He held his fist.

It was a nightmarish battle before, and as they entered the Valley of the Saints from the wilderness, everyone ran out of almost one last stroke.

The fact that 2,000 refugees in the districts had killed a bloody path from tens of thousands of dead spirits sounded like some sort of nightmare happened after all. Maybe somebody left, some cold body laying on the ground, some sad, some crying, but most of them finally walked out, didn't they?

He turned around and saw the mercenaries in the crowd that Freya would have brought out of the Bronze Dragon story, and now almost everyone was wounded - but each of them looked at him with a compelling eye and understood who had brought them all this.

It was almost a miracle--

But this young man did it before his eyes, and he said that he would guide them on a path to miracles with his sword, and he did it.

Freya chased up with the militia.

The first thing she saw Brando say was, "Brando, did we really win? ”

Brando nodded looking at the bright girl on the horse's back.

He did not speak, but let the militia behind Freya calm down for a moment. All of a sudden, the little citizens, the broken soldiers of the White House Legion, the fallen mercenaries slammed their weapons into the ground, and they stayed, they almost believed in their ears, and after one more day and one night of pursuit, they won?

Enemy that even the White Beard Corps cannot defeat, yet they repeatedly break through each other's siege?

And someone couldn't help but say, "Sir Knight, are we really winning? ”

Brando nodded.

“Long live! ”

“Long live...!” In an instant the crowd boils, they scream and jump, they cannot bear to cry, some immediately turn around and run, and they want to bring this good news to the refugees behind them.

The riders looked at these excitedly unable people, unable to bear a smile, but a moment ago, why didn't they try it themselves?

Brando saw Freya staring at herself and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? ”

The ponytail girl's face turned red. She was no longer the original simple rural girl - she looked at Brando and wondered if God would let such a fine young man come to them and take them out of their plight.

“Thank you, Brando.” She lowered her head and answered in a low voice.

Brando smiled, but raised his head to stare at the green mountains in the distance and stayed - he suddenly remembered that it wasn't the Buck Forest, it was a shame. He traveled alone from Prague to Riedenberg through the forest. Remember that there was a badger area up there, and then there was an ancient castle, which was one of the places he had to go in the future.

Speaking of which, it's time to make a plan.

He has accumulated nearly 5,000 experiences in the battle that came down in a few days, but not all of them can be used to upgrade. First and foremost, 2,000 experience is needed to open the Element Pool, and Brando has discovered that the Destiny Card is a very practical magic item, and while he doesn't know why he hasn't heard anything like it at all in the game, opening the Element Pool is a top priority in any case.

Then there is the incumbent scholar and the knight profession, where the scholar is a deputy to a player in the game, not only expanding the 'extra main career position', but also providing a great deal of skill experience.

It's just that their skills are too weak, and they have to occupy a deputy position, and one person has only three deputy positions.

As for knights, it goes without saying that Brando is indispensable to lay the foundations for the Templar Knight's advancement and to have a good relationship with the Temple of Fire.

And it wasn't until these two days that he realized that the skills in the world were a rare thing, but he immediately realized that it wasn't the world that was different from the game —— it was his misunderstanding. If people in this world are considered NPCs, then everything is natural, after all, only players have ‘professional skills'.

In this way, many of the skills training tasks that he knew would also be a major advantage to him, so learning skills would have to be on the agenda.

He couldn't help but think that perhaps the heavens had made him come here on purpose. Because the Goran-Elson South was indeed one of the least intense battlegrounds in the first Black Rose War, and it looked like a novice zone, so that he could get to know the world a little bit, which seemed old-fashioned but seemed rather than worldly.

But even then, he will only complete his mission.

Historically, Installon fought a banner drum with a third-rate army of dead spirited subordinate creatures such as the Corpse Witch, the Skull Soldier, the Pale Rider, the Black Warrior, and the Ghost, which also opened the doorstep of the kingdom's decline. Brando used to snort at the rotten Eruin, but it wasn't until he led these NPCs that he realized that war wasn't that easy.

Sometimes looking at history as a player is too biased ——

History has its inevitable inertia, reaching the hands of the Princess Regent, and perhaps she also finds herself helpless, just wondering what Obergu VII thinks at this moment.

After all, the fall of Eruin was not overnight.

Brando came back from his own mind and couldn't help but take a long breath. In any case, he won at least the current round, and since yesterday they have cleared up some of Margus's outermost fighting power. To be honest, there is absolutely nothing worth mentioning compared to the first night of battle - but as long as we move forward, it will be the northern edge of the Tsim Shi Valley in Hirakawa.

So this is victory.

And then he felt somebody shoot himself in the back, and he looked back, and it was Leto, and he was with the bar owner, and Batom, and Yulir, and Votalon, and Mano, and he stumbled, and they got together.

“My lord, do you have any plans?” The first person to ask is Brando, who has always looked like some rude, rude batom in his eyes, and whose eye-catching brown and red beard makes Brando unable to remember.

“Planning?”

“We've all talked about it, and if you're willing to take us in, we're willing to follow you.” Mano looked at him and answered bluntly.

After a few days of experience in which the mercenaries had nothing more to say than that they were all people looking for food at the knife, they found themselves more willing to be officers under the young man's command.

Brando stunned and realized that these people were willing to be their own ministers.

But he is not yet a nobleman, and his nobility depends only on Charles as a magician, but he thinks about it and finds that he does need some people to do things for him. So he shrugged and answered:

“After today, you are no longer fit to follow me. ”

Everyone was stunned, but only Leto heard what he was saying: "So what are your plans, Lord?” The bar owner asked.

Brando glanced at him and said, "What are your plans? ”

Several people glanced at each other and gave Brando a slight glimpse of Sheriff Yulir saying, "We intend to form a mercenary group if the grown-ups mean otherwise. Everyone has fought side by side and trusted each other. ”

“Juliet, you're not your sheriff anymore?” He asked.

Juliet laughed: “It's boring, I figured it out, and my brothers are willing to take a path. ”

“Where are the others?” Brando raised his head.

“In addition to us, there are a number of refugees, most of whom are now displaced, although there may be more in the city of Riedenberg. In addition, the White Beard Corps and mercenaries are mostly willing to come with us, leaving behind some farmers.” Barthom replied.

Brando couldn't help but look at him, thinking that the guy didn't look easy, and quietly touched the ingredients of the refugees, which of course had nothing to do with Freya's lack of protection against them.

“Volonta, you too?” Brando took another look at the former White Beard Corps officer, who was the backbone of the kingdom, and he didn't really believe this one would have other ideas.

He didn't think Volontarius would look at him, thought about it, and answered with some deep thought: "- I was only following you, Lord Knight, and if you don't agree, I'll have to go back to the White House. ”

“Are you disappointed?” Brando stunned and asked.

Nodded Volontarius Tower.

“Then put this mercenary group together first, and the name is Amber Sword,” replied Brando.

Everyone was stunned.

Only Rhetto asked, “So what does the Lord say? ”

“Find ways to retain some of the craftsmen among the refugees, of course, without forcing them.” Brando replied: "On your part, let Batom stay with me. I do need some people to do things. ”

He turned his horse around and said to Volonta, "If you really want to stay, stay with Uncle Leto. I don't know what I can bring you, but I think you'll find out soon enough ——”

Volontarius beamed and nodded slowly.

“Where are you going first, my lord?” Juliet asked.

“I went to Anzek, where someone was waiting for me. And then I'm going to go to Prague, and if it goes well, I think I'm going to be able to inherit a territory soon, and then we'll talk about the next issue.” Brando replied confidently.

Everyone couldn't bear to look at each other, there were many nobles these days, but there were real knights with territory. That was Cape Phoenix. Looks like this young man is a legendary highland knight.

At one time, many of them were born with the right heart.

Brando looked up at the mountains in the distance, and his plan became clearer.

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