The Amber Sword

In the astrologer's month, the beginning of each year is called the Winter Moon. Winter Gino dominates a person's charm, so January is a social month, and most banquets, winter hunting events in the kingdom take place this month.

And June, known as the Summer Moon, means the moonlight of summer night, which is the day of magic resurrection since Vaughn slept through the summer. So after this month, the activities of the wizards usually become more frequent - both living and dead wizards.

But in July, on the moon of flames, the sun walked on the earth. The Sun God Perkins is in charge of power, so this month is the month of power, and in the distant East, the beasts hold their biggest celebration of the month, the Festival of Fire.

Likewise, this is a crucial month for countries under the Temple of Fire wing. Eruin's annual festival, the Flame Festival celebration, rightly says it should have begun a long time ago in the middle of the month, except in the Goran-Elson region, where farmers are now descended and senior aristocratic officials are passed on because of the constant nightmare of the war since the end of May - not for the time being.

However, it appears that the situation has improved somewhat. Rumors in the countryside that the army of those terrible monsters of the South stopped in Draggs and stopped moving north, so the wind rumored that the Silver Wing Cavalry had won two battles on the front line, collecting a number of battle flags.

But there are also things that say defeated, in short, there is a variety of news in the rear, so that people can't tell the truth. But thankfully, the countrymen are always willing to believe in good things, and it is fortunate that Count Nakin of Pragsburg was able to bless one side with wisdom and praise.

On the seventh day, the Istaron army turned to Jean de Neil and the countryside of Goran-Elson calmed down again.

It is said that everyone saw the end of the war, because July was the day the sun walked on the earth, and the dead spirits burned as soon as they touched the ground, and the kingdom naturally turned into a counter-attack.

Such rumours came from somewhere and spread widely in the region in a matter of days.

Brando sat at a Nammu table, listening easily to conversations between a few rural farmers not far away, who had been two days since he and others had left Ancze to march down the avenue towards Pragues - the front line had gradually become less tight and the dead were dwindling, and those farmers were at least right - the war was coming to an end.

Madden brought Bucchi's villagers to Ancze, and the news of the Bucchi area's collapse reached Fort Van Meer, who became a hero, naturally. Even Bucci's guards and militias were naked, and Freya was on the prize list, just like Roman, but he was still small, and Brando knew the headlines were still behind him.

After the end of the war, the Kingdom needs to be a hero, which is an inspiring way to propagate that the war will always be fought by you. It doesn't matter if I beat mine, if I win, it will be enough as long as a blossom cluster.

There was no conflict, however, between the fact that when they arrived in Ancze, the Madden pedestrians were sent to Pragues one step at a time, the nobles were anxious to reap tangible benefits, the guards and the militias needed real praise, and they simply had to have a reputation for command.

Although Brando knew that the name would eventually fall on Count Pratt, the head of the White House Legion, he went on to elaborate, and the details in it were nothing more than a battle between the local nobles and the local legions.

But there are two things Brando didn't expect.

First, Bucci's guard was not completely overrun. I heard that Bryson and his two deputies survived, and Brando thought of that nasty guy as disgusting as a fly eater.

But in any case, as someone who had suffered with Gan, he was relieved.

And the other piece of news is a little far-reaching: Tiger Luc Besson isn't dead. When Brando confirmed the news, the whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, neither worried nor comforted, but had an unknown and distressed illusion.

History changed because of him?

“Damn, these idiots! It was only Madara who changed the original intent of the attack. What does that have to do with the frightened nobles? These people, they don't know nothing-- Brando, who's Count Narkin? ”

Freya couldn't help complaining, and the young man raised his head and saw the girl's face in disdain.

Brando couldn't help but laugh: “Count Nagin is the parent of the Draggs family, a family named after this place, with a long history, which is not comparable to the average little nobleman. ”

The young girl with the long ponytail listened, and the bottom breath was halved first: “But he can't take credit for everyone...”

“Those big people don't have the same purpose as us, and we don't have any intersections with them.” Brando laughed, “Besides, you can't get mad at these peasants in the country. Of course you look down on the nobles because you know what's in their bones. But the peasants in the countryside did not know that nobility was a noble figure in their eyes, and it was only natural to think so. ”

Freya, this reminds me that I used to be the same, that the people in the city are arrogant, knowledgeable, nobles are high and in charge of one side. She couldn't help but look at the young man across the table, as if she had grown up a little bit after Brando had met her and understood much more than before.

Things that were formerly highly unpredictable in her eyes now seem bland. But what dominates this change, or is Brando really so amazing?

Brando looked at her thinking and said, "What are you thinking? ”

“I was wondering, have I changed? ”

“People are bound to change, Freya, but where is the difference? ”

“Hmm?” The young girl looked at him with a light brown eye, bewildered.

“Wisdom. ”

“Wisdom? ”

“Wisdom is that you see more and know more than they do, and the more you see and know, the more unusual the world looks to you.” Brando replied.

“And you, Brando?” Freya thought about it and couldn't help but ask the questions she had always wanted to ask.

“Compared to you, you could say that. But once you know more, the world becomes more complicated in your eyes, creating a knowing and endless fear of sincerity ——" the young man thought, answering.

Freya thought about it, shaking her head slowly.

Brando laughed, "You'll see ——” but he immediately saw the merchant lady putting her chin tip on the table boringly, and lifting her eyes to look at this side, looking like a pitiful bum, she couldn't help but have a good temper and half.

“What are you doing now?” He asked.

“No.” Roman denied.

He was dumb for a moment.

I have to say that the thought of this young lady jumping off often makes the young man's questioning a little unsustainable. Brando thought about it and could only change the subject: “After all, what have you been writing about since yesterday? ”

Roman let the light out of her eyes and she sat up and said, "It's a price calculation, Brando. ”

“Price?”

“Since the end of the month of Sohua, Ankze's food prices have risen by more than fifty percent. If the war lasts until winter, Miss Merchant Roman will be able to complete her first business.” The head of the future businesswoman replied.

Roman's words were a surprise to both of them. The other day, she was enjoying herself in Anxiety. She thought she was completing her 'own adventure' again. Unexpectedly, she completed the market survey without realizing it.

But Brando was surprised by the acumen of the businesswoman, and Freya was simply surprised that her friend had such a serious side.

“It looks like you can't finish it," Brando became interested and couldn't help answering: “The war lasted until mid-July at the most, Miss Merchant. Your first plan was to soak up the soup. ”

“Really?” Roman couldn't help but ask.

“Eight or nine don't leave ten.” Brando said it should be 100 percent. However, he would have preferred to see the businesswoman struck, but he was disappointed soon.

“Nah, Brando.” Roman winks: “I heard that Pragues has been delivering wine and food from the Dragues, Ancze, Butch areas for years. Right, Ancze and Dragues have been important food producing areas in the south of the Golan Elson? ”

Brando couldn't bear to look at Little Roman, thinking you could hear this.

“So there's 35,000 people in Prague, and since we're in a state of war, should we stop winemaking at the end of May? ”

“If the nobles had been informed in advance, it would have begun at the beginning of May -" Brando could not help but think that the signs of war were manifested in many ways, only rarely perceived by ordinary people.

The businesswoman wrapped her finger: “This way, if the war ends in mid-July. I'm afraid there's not enough time for Ancze to support two celebrations. If Pragues is going to collect liquor and food from the North, it's going to cross the Grey Vulture Mountains. In that case, when it comes to depletion, the price of alcohol in this area will probably be too high. ”

Brando couldn't help but ask, “Who told you this? ”

“Aunties often say that ignoring the experience of the elderly is punishable by heaven.” Roman looked at them with a bright crystalline look, and one honestly answered: “There's old John the Manolans and old Anton, and there's Carvin the cripple, and Roman is very attractive. Some of these seniors have been making wine for most of their lives for the Prague area —— yes! Brando, would you like to introduce one of them to the big businessman, Lord Roman? They're pretty good. ”

Brando couldn't help but look at the businessman lady whose tail was going up in the sky. He believed that the other little guy would be liked by many people, but what is Lord Roman?

“So you want to take a chance at the end of the war and make a fortune? Is that what you're gonna do?” He asked.

The businesswoman nodded like a garlic.

“Need money? ”

Miss Merchant continues to nod her head like garlic.

“Wait,” Freya stood up at the right time, and she couldn't help but frown, "Brando, you're not going to go crazy with Roman, are you? We don't have a lot of money. ”

“Freya, maybe Little Roman will surprise us. ”

Coflaia doesn't believe in pies falling out of the sky.

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