The Amber Sword

As Brando stepped into Tullaman's house, the first thing he saw was a manuscript scattered across the illuminating black pine floor. He turned his head to the left and saw a thick, big book on a wooden platform —— the world's inventive pages are not smart, and in order to write on rough pages, people usually have to make a lot of breadth, and then put a wooden shelf over the cowhide to secure it. Books are therefore time-consuming and prone to damage when being moved.

Although the Kingdom has an aristocratic library and Royal College, it is only a place to educate future generations of businessmen, small aristocrats and landlords. Even in wealthy countries, the average citizen living in the world is more willing to send his or her children to workshops everywhere as apprentices.

Brando quickly saw the book, and it was a coincidence that Turaman was studying ancient languages. He couldn't help but look at the manuscript on the ground, the other side should be studying the change in the highland language department (the Krutz language family), and the manuscript records already show some results.

In this day and age, people don't understand these manuscripts at all, and Batom sees most of them as scrap paper, and Freya thinks they're ghost characters at best.

And the sound of the book turning inside finally stopped...

“Young man, where did you find this language?” After searching through a series of relevant literature, Turaman finally found a language from a secluded linguistic family whose voice, structure, is very similar to that word in Brando's mouth.

Carongi Ancient.

The Caronquis were the weakest of the five tribes of the Ancient Gucruz, but that was enough to prove the truth of some of the facts in Brando's words. Did the Cruz ancestors really record history?

Although Turaman has always suspected that the modern Krutz were not descended from the ancient Krutz, it cannot be explained that Gilt, the king of flames, did possess the distinct characteristics of the ancient Krutz.

Brando laughed and didn't answer.

Tulaman walked out of the room with glasses and a thick book. He sat across from Brando on a vine chair next to a window, looking up at the four of them; then he opened the bookcase on one side, took out a pipe from the second drawer, knocked it on the table, and immediately a flame appeared in the pipe, and the smoke rose.

Tullaman held the pipe in his mouth and took a sip, spraying smoke from his nose. You just said, "You don't talk. You seem to have something to ask for, young man. Say what you want." I have to say, you did half of it, and you've managed to catch the curiosity of a bad old man like me-- ”

He took off the pipe again, pointing his cigarette butt at Brando and said, "But you haven't won yet, boy, I'm old enough for Tullaman. What do you want from me with one word? You better come up with something useful. ”

The old man's words stunned Batom and Freya before realizing that Brando was dealing with each other, but the deal between the wizards made them a little foggy, and to this day they didn't know what they were trying to do.

Roman was quite interested in the look of God. She liked Brando's calm and comfort. She had an instinctive acumen who felt that strange old man over there, though hard mouthed, was actually softened.

“I'm a highland knight, and I need someone to introduce me to the circle of scholars, and my mentor asked me to come here and tell me what to do, so Lord Tullaman, this is how it goes.” Brando decided to keep ripping this skin off, and in a way he wasn't lying either.

The mentor is a mentor to the highland knight wizard, who also has a responsibility to guide the knight's growth in the highland laws. Brando says this neither leads to suspicion nor makes Turaman suspicious there. He knows Turaman knows a lot of black tower wizards.

Touraman held one hand on the armrest of the vine chair, smashed a cigarette nozzle and got into the thinking. He's wondering which old man pitched him once, and he's not a powerful wizard —— but he's a senior scholar and a great alchemist, very famous in the world of wizards. His friends and enemies were all over Warnde, so it was hard for him for a moment to remember who was joking with him.

But he thought, it's not a big deal to introduce a new person into the scholarly circle, and it's not too embarrassing to see Brando's performance.

So Tullaman smoked a cigarette and suddenly took a parchment paper pad out of the drawer and put it on the leather, picked up a feather pen and wrote something on it. Then he folded the paper into an envelope, dropped the wax juice and stamped it.

He picked up the envelope and looked up and said, "I recommend you go to Panasonic and study for a while, and you'll know how we do things. Sir Panason is a very good teacher, although he is a stereotypical man. What do you think? ”

“Perfectly perfect.” Brando replied. But he thinks it's just a normal step. Is he trying so hard to perform here just to save hundreds of tolls on registration fees?

Of course not.

He decided to push harder, so he went up and twisted the letter with his middle finger and index finger, and said, "Lord Turaman, about the word before. I'm going to say that I'm studying an ancient language department of the Cruz people, and I'm going to find a small discovery that some of the natives who live in the Balta Plateau seem to still maintain their primitive customs, and some of their wizards hold some ancient words, but keep the most primitive side of the Cruz ancient language ——"

Brando answered half truly half falsely. The natives of the Balta Plateau are true, and indeed a series of discoveries began in that deserted place, but the first tablet is now - somewhere else.

To be honest, the tablets didn't really work for Brando, so he didn't want the world to go into a war early.

Tullaman's eyes lit up and the pipe in his mouth blew out.

“Are you studying the ancient language of the Cruz?” He looks at this young man skeptically: "Tell me, what other insights do you have? ”

“I'm sure you've discovered, Lord Turaman, that ancient language is magical. So there is the saying that words and languages are the root of all magic, but the era of chaos is a watershed, and since the ancient Gucruz, the magic of words has gradually receded...” Brando thought, drawing one from some of the backgrounds he has seen in the forum. The prophetic sense of the times made him know more about some core backgrounds than this scholar.

Tulaman nodded and revealed his identity.

“Should previous causes and consequences be related to years of war?” He replied.

“Years of war, interesting," the old man turned back and took a ring out of his drawer and put it on an envelope, and said, "You may want to go to Sir Panason's private collection first, and if you have any new ideas, you may come back to me with this ring...”

There was a door, Brando's heart was bright, and he didn't know if anyone had done it before, but I'm sure every step would be easier after that. But at least there's a good start to making him happy.

But Tulaman didn't believe in him either, and his approach to soldiering was different. I'm afraid Brando knew the old man would leave for the Balta Plateau at once, but it's hard to say if he had anything to gain.

Think of it here, he turns out envelopes and rings. An instant line of pyramid green text appeared on the retina —— they seemed like a float in his field of view, constituting a problem:

Are you accepting employment, associate ‘scholar’?

Brando certainly chose to accept. So immediately a new sub-column ‘Associate Occupation’ appeared on his attributes panel, where scholars lay quietly, with experience of level 0 06, whereas currently there is only a small line of '(Historical Knowledge Level 1)’ text below the profession.

In the Sword of Amber, associate careers complement formal careers. Unlike the main occupation, the secondary occupation is generally reinforced from the side by a person, so it does not provide strong skills, attribute boosts, but gives the person some special abilities.

It could be said that a deputy position is more akin to identity, but can be invested in promotion.

Scholars, for example, can open a corresponding 'knowledgeable profession’ whenever a person learns a level 5 or higher in a given knowledge, and when he takes up a profession, the penalty of experience is not included in the total number of part-time jobs. Until he had three ‘knowledgeable careers’. At the same time, scholars provide three times more skill experience per level than the militia, which is why players call them 'necessary deputies' in the game.

Ginburg scholars are stronger, and Ginburg scholars have four well-known careers and regard alchemy as their own. It's a collection of associate scholars and associate alchemists.

Of course, the sharing of experience between deputies and deputies is punishable only without prejudice to the main occupation.

Upon taking office, Brando immediately invested 220 points of experience in upgrading scholars to level 6 and gained 250 points of skill experience. Academic associates are the most fearsome of all professions, with a ratio of up to one to one in the first six levels of experience to skill experience. However, there is some difficulty in having a deputy position because the occupational level cannot exceed the skill level of 5 or above.

Brando needs aristocratic or crematological knowledge rather than historical knowledge, so raising the level of scholarship to level 6 can only be released first.

Busy with your own business, but it's like a moment of distraction. And he looked up, and he said, "Lord Turaman, I have a friend, you see. You know her aunt, but she and her aunt are separated. We're looking for her. Have you seen Roman's aunt? ”

Tullaman knocked the pipe on the table, lifted the glasses frame, and replied, "Boy, I just knew her aunt. We haven't seen each other for more than a decade now. When I met her, she was as old as this little girl. Actually, I didn't know she lived around here.”

He looked at Brando and said, "You don't have to ask any more, every wizard has their own secrets. Since she didn't tell you, I wouldn't say anything superfluous. ”

The old man sprayed smoke out of his nose: "Well, we're almost done talking. Young man, you've accomplished your purpose, and when you think you've met someone on your way, come back to me later. ”

Brando glanced back and looked at Roman.

The businesswoman smiled sweetly at him: "It's okay, Brando, Auntie is the best. ”

Brando glanced at her, but her heart was soft.

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(PS. Line renovation, disconnecting. I don't know, break a few days, sad.

In the words of the internet cafe, I don't like it.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)