The Amber Sword

As Bryson passed through the courtyard, he saw the four seasonal palm-sized leaves of Goran-Elson fall to the ground and each leaf of the four seasonal trees in Eruin's legend was accompanied by the spirits of the war dead, so the trees were planted from time to time in the barracks to symbolize the bravery of the soldiers.

Looking at the leaves, he couldn't help but think of the faces of his companions who had passed away in the war. Even the words of his father, Ser Habzi, Municipal Councillor of Pragues, in his ears were so deafening for a while.

“When this award comes down, I'll give you the event to see if I can get you back to Prague. Do you want to go to the security cavalry? I can still talk in the city hall. ”

“If you want to stay in the guard force, there's no way, neither is that patrol on Needlelin Avenue. However, they belong to Anzek and may be a little harder. ”

“Actually, my idea is to come to the House of Lords for a secure position once you are officially knighted, Bryson? ”

Bryson responded.

“By the way, what do you think?” Sir Habji looked at his young and magnificent son and couldn't help but sigh. This son is almost as confident as he was when he was younger, but too proud, and sometimes it's not a bad thing, but it's not necessarily a good thing ——

Among the words spoken by the nobles, too much pride makes them vulnerable to setbacks.

Sir Habji is sixty-two years old, and in Warnde, he's a grown man, but he's also a little old. Silk hair stretched out of a meticulous hairstyle and stained with white twins. When he was younger, he was also a well-known radical in the south of the Golan Elson, although he grew older and more conservative and smooth.

Sir Habji was dressed in a blue coat that drowned all the way to the floor, with a white flap vest and black trousers, a cane clamped in one hand and his only son with a friendly eye.

Bryson took a look at his father. Answer: "I think I might go to Royal Cavalry College in Basta. ”

“What?” Sir Habji surprised.

“I got word from Walter that there were four places. The guards may push me, and the White Beard Corps has ideas, but, Father, don't go to the nobles to talk about it.” Brayson replied that Walter, the deputy head of the Silver Wing Cavalry, was only twenty-three years old when he sat in this seat with his father's shade - a close personal relationship with him.

“The news is so tightly sealed off that there is no wind on the side of the House of Lords. But the royal family shouldn't be involved in such awards. What's the difference?” Sir Habqi frowned and asked.

“Hard to say, but I made up my mind this time.” Bryson replied.

“Fine, learn more. But remember, our Wickfield political opinions are always local, and you don't have to go to Royal College to get into conflict with the Royal Party, and of course, you don't have to worry too much about them.” Sir Habji thought about it and temporarily changed his decision.

Brayson looked in the direction of the courtyard and said, "Who cares about a little fish? ”

“I don't like to hear that. The Vicofield family are all heroes and good men. Your grandfather was Speaker of the House of Lords in Pragues, and I was famous when I was younger. You are my son, of course, and you are no worse.” Sir Habji scolded.

Bryson has no expression on his face. But the two fathers and sons suddenly stopped talking and saw a young man walking in front of them, wearing a dark blue military uniform, wearing a 32-year-old cavalry sword, a long silver hair perpendicular to his shoulders, with his lips clasped and some shady beauty in his face.

“Sergeant Tester. ”

“Viscount Tester.” Sir Habji hurried his son aside and greeted him.

The man summoned as Viscount Testo stunned for a moment, and he looked up at the old man with his eyes like purple crystals, two less, nodding and wanting to pass. But he looked at Bryson, and suddenly he stopped, smiled, and walked over them.

“Strange?” Sir Habji watched the young man go away and couldn't help but say a word to himself.

“What is it?” asked Bryson.

“Isn't this bastard Grand Duke's bastard? He's always got his eyes above the top. Why is he acting strange today?” Sir Habji replied.

Bryson looked back at the other person's back and didn't answer, but he looked thoughtful again.

* * * * * * * * *

As Tester pushed open the door to the Silver Winged Cavalry Command Post, Viscount Magsk, the head of the Silver Winged Cavalry Corps, was stunned outside the three-man wide landing arch and window of the office. The white-headed middle-aged man heard the door open and turned around to relax when he saw Tester.

He picked up the pipe and pointed to one side, pointing out his seat to the other, laughing. “You're not coming fast, Sergeant. ”

“'Cause going to disperse those kids who are messing around.” The silver-haired man smiled and sat down and replied.

Just like those rumours out there, Tester was the bastard son of Grand Duke Goran-Elson, but his mother was a Sioux, a legendary lost silver citizen, so he thought he was bleeding with silver. But unlike a young man with a seemingly apathetic, over-eyed personality, the posterior tester has a fairly clever side, otherwise he will not be a key member of the commune of all things.

It's just this level of relationship, and it's just the two people in front of you who know it.

“So you saw those people?” Magsk asked.

Tester nodded.

The young man raised himself slightly backwards and replied in a very spare time position: “A young man and that redbearded batom are both small shrimp rice of black iron downstream strength, noteworthy, but surprisingly one of them is a Bucchi militia. Captain, if I may say so, you must have received the news before me. ”

Magsk puts the pipe down: “The girl is Freya, one of the four places designated. What do you think? ”

“Interesting.” Tester smiled, "Wouldn't you tell me she was the bastard daughter of one of the grownups up there? ”

“Come on, what does that have to do with us?” Magsk replied, "It's just that one of these people is going to get rid of the suspicion that it was a man who killed 'Thor', so should it at least be black iron upstream or even silver? ”

“I don't know about that red copper dragon retto.” The leader of the Silver Wings Cavalry sat down and answered casually: "I heard that ‘silver dove’ their faction was furious about it, accusing us of not assigning a swordsman over silver or gold to that idiot. ”

The young man laughed: "It's just a double, and it's not too late to really replace the famous‘ Ser Wolf ', because there's no need for waste in the organization. And I've been wondering if Ovewell might have noticed something that night. ”

Megsk nodded.

“In addition, while investigating the displaced, my people received information that there had been a riot in Ridenburg that evening, which should have been situated in the House of Lords and in the area of Ummburg. It's just what happened that night, probably only those nobles will know.” Tester shrugged: “Unfortunately, those idiots gave their lives all alone. ”

Megsk asked, "Look, what would Luc Besson know? ”

“The tiger knows and won't talk, he's not with us all the way.” Tester spoke in double tongues.

“Indeed, from the perspective of the White Beard Corps, and from our point of view, that guy is a heterosexual.” Megsk replied.

“So what are you going to do? ”

“I thought you were in charge of this, but instead you asked me what to do? Sergeant, isn't that a bit irregular?” The cavalry leader laughed.

But Tester shook his head: "No, now it's up to you. I have come here to refer matters to you on the one hand, and to take a leave of absence from you on the other - in your capacity as Sergeant of the White Beard Legion. ”

“What?”

“The Lion Heart Sword has fallen. ”

Megsk slightly said, "How did they get the message so quickly? ”

Testo smiled and didn't answer.

* * * * * * * * *

After leaving Freya at the Silver Wings Cavalry barracks, Brando met the long-awaited Tama outside Prague's 'La Gomboune’ market.

The future alchemist may not have expected him to be the number one person in another period of history, but at this time he stood outside the market in a strange plaid robe, in the hot sun of June and July, when he saw Brando, as usual, revealing his veneration.

“My lord, what you want is ready.” Tama, carrying a heavy backpack, pulled her own son and stood respectfully by Brando.

His reverence is not because Brando is an aristocratic master, but because of respect for the savior. But his son was not without such restraint, but looked with admiration at Brando - few of the children who came out of the refugees did not worship the knight.

“You bought it?” Brando was stunned, and he didn't expect to actually buy authentic Pokémon craft alchemy utensils at a market like Pragues. He asked Tama to take a look at it, but just to mention it, the refined alchemy utensils produced by the merchants in Ambethel in Freeport could be used only marginally.

Tama glanced at the young knight and replied, "I rented it from the local alchemy union, and they asked for 2,000 tolls. ”

This is the answer of the future alchemist, but the heart is inevitably defamatory. Where does alchemy need such superior conditions? He used to use only a set of second-hand alchemy utensils when he was in the House of Lords, and the knight was good at everything, just spending too much money.

As soon as Brando slapped his head, he forgot this, but it would be better if he could buy it. Anyway, after this time, he shouldn't be too short of money.

But unlike Tama, he had his own plans.

He was going to refine a set of 15 (Oz) tree semen venom quenching daggers and a set of 32 (Oz) cursed crossbow arrows, and while he now had some basic strength, there was no hidden killer, which really didn't fit his style.

The quenching dagger can be sold to the nobility, the colorless intangibles of the semen vens, the poisoned to death and a sign of sudden illness, which is undoubtedly the best aid to conspiracy schemes for those below the power of black iron.

And the cursed crossbow arrow, known as the Lower Character Killer Fire Essentials, is Brando's preferred target, of course. This crossbow has a chance to hit enemies with curses such as fatigue, weakness, and deepening damage. Although it is easy to resist at advanced levels, it has a clear effect on enemies up and down silver.

The only downside to this is that the material is too valuable, the souls of the intermediate and above corpse witches are hard to come by below the fortieth level, and Brando this time thanks only to the blessings of those waste nobles in Riedenburg.

Of course, refining 35 (OZ) equipment requires up to grade 8 alchemy, which is a lot of trouble for Brando.

But God bless, the alchemy vessel of the Pokémon craft you get +1 alchemy level, and +1 level if assisted by a professional alchemist. Rent another Enchanted Alchemy Workshop, just level 8, basically enough.

(PS. My stomach is swollen and I can't sleep. I haven't eaten in two days. That's it for today, and the rest for tomorrow.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)