The Amber Sword

“Sword, sword...” The lame face changed.

He couldn't help but look closely at Brando, suspecting that this young man was not the one he knew. The Brando he knew was just a young man from the militia, maybe a little famous for his swordsmanship, but not half a year later, he became a master of swordsmanship who had made elements, right?

Antittina grabbed the door frame and loosened it, suddenly overstepping the limits of her imagination. The young girl bit her lip and never thought that it was a Jinghua Swordsman who brought her father's news. So the young swordsman, she couldn't help but think that this young man was actually a revelator born with first-degree power?

Barthom's hands wrapped around each other, but he couldn't help but notice the reaction of others. Hey, hey, smile: When he first saw this knight perform such swordsmanship, why not be amazed by heaven? Of course, he has a more hidden sense of superiority, because he knows that Brando's true strength goes beyond that.

And as for the ‘security cavalry' across the street, who were already frightened, they had speculated as far as possible about Brando's identity - but exhausted their poor imagination, at best they could only imagine that the other side might be a nobleman and, more recently, a descendant of an extended family. If they go any further, they won't dare to think about it.

But who would have thought such a young Jinghua swordsman would appear before himself?

Of course, maybe Brando is not a swordsman at all. But he did not mind creating such illusions in front of these people, as he had hoped, and at this moment this impression has been deeply felt in their hearts and minds enough to bring them back into business.

Brando retracted his sword and replied, "You hear me? The young lady said her father didn't know any Viscount Tester. ”

“But…” the leader finally returned to God from the shock, with a tangled face and a subconscious opening.

Brando whispered a gesture to Batom.

“But what, get lost!” Redbearded mercenaries glanced at Brando and immediately turned back and shouted.

A few people face to face, and they make it clear that they don't want to reason with them - an attitude they're familiar with, but they usually don't want to reason with others on a weekday basis. They wanted to do it directly, but it was a Jinghua Swordsman standing across the street —— not even his bodyguard -- that young man alone could take them all down in ten seconds.

The lead man was almost suffocated, but he took a breath and put up with it, answering: "I see, sir, it was his intention to get involved. So I hope the gentleman will show us who is prepared to fight Lord Tester? ”

Brando glanced at the guy and thought it was a character, and he squeezed him with words. If he was a real nobleman, he might still play, but the 'player’ never had such an attribute. But he was also cautious, because if he refused to answer - it could raise doubts about his identity.

This leader is a little smart, and this kind of mastermind on the stage is already masculine. ‘Owl' Jon, Brando wrote down the name himself.

He thought about it, smiled in his heart, took a piece of paper out of his arms and threw it at him: "Give it to your Viscount, as for my identity, you are not qualified to know. ”

A few people across the street looked at the folded piece of paper on the ground and stunned.

Unexpectedly, these people had to pick up the pieces of paper and slip back the way they were, and they just took a deep look at the cripple and didn't even say a word too much about it. Of course, the initiative was entirely in Brando's hands, and it was just a disgrace to ask again.

When he saw the last person disappear around the corner of the hall, Brando turned around, and the first thing he saw was a glittering limp, he couldn't help laughing, seemingly inadvertently asking, “What are you thinking, Mr. Lorne?” In fact, apart from Barthom, only this cripple now knows his true identity.

Barthom can naturally be trusted, but this sly old fox is hard to say.

“No, nothing.” The cripple hastily denied it.

But the little old man was bitter in his heart. I didn't expect to lead the way once to such a big wind. I knew it would be Brando who stabbed him with a real sword. He wouldn't come this time either. Having offended Tester, it is not necessary to say that the last glance of the other party undoubtedly showed that they had at least remembered him and that their days in Pragues would not be so good in the future.

And this is the second thing, and he understands it, and he believes that the young people around him understand it naturally. As for Brando believing in him - I'm afraid even a cripple can't trust himself, but if he happens to know Brando's true identity, will he go to Viscount Tester to explain Brando's true identity? Don't think about it, because that's what he thought before.

But he couldn't help but look at Brando, and I don't think this young man would give him this chance.

What would Brando do? If it had been Brando, it might not have been a good idea, but now this young man, a Jinghua Swordsman, obviously had more character than he had had before leaving Pragues. The cripple couldn't help but get cold in the vest when he thought of it, and he could almost imagine what he would do.

The more he wanted to be scared, the more he ended up shivering.

“Brando, if you kill me, they will doubt your identity.” The cripple couldn't help but stutter and reply.

“The same is true of disappearances.” Brando smiled.

“Exactly, exactly.” The cripple replied bitterly.

“But you're not asking us to believe you, are you, Mr. Lorne, how likely do you think this is?” Brando asked.

“There is… then. ”

Brando looked at the guy, a little disgusted, but still shook his head: "I'm not going to kill you, limp. ”

The limp 'Ron’ was slightly stunned, some incredibly staring at Brando. His tiny eyes flashed, seemingly thinking, "Why would this young man say something like that and lie to him?" It doesn't look necessary, but Brando doesn't look so naive right now. He thought hard for half a day and didn't make one of them, so he came.

Does this young man have a bad taste in hunting? He couldn't help but feel creepy.

But Brando replied, "Have you ever heard of this thing called a name, cripple? ”

“What?”

“Don't you know? It's all right, you just need to understand that all you have to do is hand over one of these things and we're in this together.” Brando smiled and replied.

“Are you going to drag me down?” The cripple took a breath of cold air, and the young man's smile became a little like the devil's in his eyes. He hesitated for half a day, and this is the only way to think about it. Anyway, he lied to this young man for a while. But how do we gain the trust of each other?

He's not even familiar with Viscount Tester.

To take out a guy? Nobles don't care about such small things.

The cripple hesitated for half a day, but waited until Brando said softly: "Cripple, did you commit something before you did this? ”

It seemed like a thunder flashed in the limp's heart. His face changed and he couldn't help but look at Brando as if he had seen a ghost: “No... no. ”

“That nobleman is called...”

“Stop it!” The cripple screamed, his face grey, sweating like it was coming out of the water, gasping loudly, raising one hand and shouting out loud: “I see, Brando, don't say it again. I know what to do. Damn it, Brando, you must be a demon. I didn't offend you--! ”

Brando laughed, and the lame man killed a local nobleman in Alec 30 years ago, changing his name to Braggs, was a famous task line in the 'Sword of Amber’. This guy doesn't have a good future, he's hanging after all - but by the way, it's not really the fault of a cripple, and that nobleman isn't much of a good thing in the story.

But at this point, all he had to do was force the cripple on board. In Eruin, the limp was almost second only to rebellion, and he believed that even Viscount Tester could not shelter the guy in the matter, and only by relying on such a handle could he control the cunning guy.

But he looked at the limp feeling a little unstable, and he said soothingly, "Okay, limp, don't worry, I'm not trying to force you with this. I know the consequences of the whole thing, and it wasn't your fault, but I didn't mean to be the Messenger of Justice, just to protect myself. As for you following me, at least I assure you that Viscount Tester will not bother you —— I hope you remember that this is a win-win deal, not one party's obedience to the other. ”

The cripple will look at him doubtfully.

“You don't believe me? I gave them that piece of paper, lame.” Brando replied.

“What is that piece of paper?” Barthom couldn't help but ask.

“A little habit, I think Tester would have doubts about a reasonable opponent based on that note.” Brando smiled. He did not know if Viscount Tester would be contaminated with all things, but whether or not he was contaminated, he would first provoke the contradiction between him and the 'herdsman’.

His origami and throw it to the ground were made by a great swordsman named "Bamboo", Earl of Bamboo, one of the core members of the "Herdsman" and the main political enemy of the Duke of Goran-Elson. Meanwhile, privately, he was also an admirer of Tester's fiancée, a long-time enemy, and Brando thought it should be enough for our Lord Viscount to have a headache for a while.

Perhaps Viscount Tester will eventually open the fog, but it doesn't matter, he didn't lose Brando anyway. He is not the Knight of the Temple of Fire and cannot face the enemy without telling the truth.

After listening, the cripple couldn't help but be a little stunned, then looked up deeply at Brando and couldn't help but answer: “I really doubt if you've turned into a demon, Brando, you weren't like this before. ”

“This is also what the situation forced me to do.” Brando shrugged his shoulders, and that's when he focused his eyes on Antina as he finished listening to them.

“What are you going to do, Miss Antina?” He asked.

The girl bowed her head and knew that she no longer had the choice to go this far. She wondered whether her earlier judgment was wrong. After all, the young man did not seem as polite as she had imagined, and she thought about it and could only whisper reluctantly: "You've thought about me, Mr. Brando. ”

Brando smiled and Antina's intelligence should make many of the same aristocrats obscene. I really don't know what kind of growth environment would create such a girl. But Antina didn't mind, he didn't have to fix it. He shot the scroll in his arms and replied, "Miss Antina, I actually see your talents and abilities, and I hope you hire me to work for you. I need your abilities in return, and I'm willing to support you in continuing your research into the magic technology, and, of course, as a person of mine, I will naturally guarantee that you will not be harassed by those guys before. ”

Antitina coughed twice, and then she looked up at Brando, and a pair of bright eyes looked straight into Brando's eyes like they were checking to see if he was lying--

“You want me to build these machines for you? But as my mentor said, my talent in this area is not great. ”

“Yes," Brando nodded. “But there are many craftsmen who make and design magic devices, but you are the only one who can find someone who makes a difference in designing 'the’. ”

“It's just a semi-finished product.” Antina got serious and interrupted him. But then she realized her disrespect and couldn't help but shrink back.

But Brando didn't mind, and he asked back, "Miss Antittina, you gave me a semi-finished blueprint as a thank you, and that's what confirms its value. So why not allow me to give this blueprint a higher rating —— there's an old saying in my hometown called" It's hard to get things started. "That's enough to evaluate the value of your design. ”

The girl slightly glanced and her eyes lit up: “Is everything difficult to begin with?” She raised her head again and asked with some tenacity: "So, Mr. Brando, are you really willing to fund me on this road? ”

“Frankly, I don't have that money right now, and I don't even have my own place, but I think I'll have it soon.” Brando answered frankly: "Really, Mr. Lorne? ”

“Exactly, exactly!” The limp in the unknown hurried to nod his head like garlic.

Antitina thought about it and bit her lip. “Well," she nodded, glaring with an extra resolute look: "I accept your offer, Mr. Brando. But I don't want to sit idle, until you have enough strength, and I'm willing to be your employee, only to see it with my own eyes —— and I'm relieved, besides, I believe I have that ability ——"

She stared straight at Brando and replied.

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