The Amber Sword

“Unrest? ”

Barthom sat on a thick stump - which was supposed to be an elm tree or a woolly tree, not a rare species in the Goran-Elson area - and he stepped on the roots of a tray and couldn't help but sneeze. This skilled mercenary rubbed his nose and raised his head to look incredible.

Nearby is an abandoned logging yard on the outskirts of Prague, with thin stumps on the edge of the forest, but more wood comes from upstream of the Pine River, where people just stop drifting to logs and process them. A corner of the timber processing plant is hidden behind a pine forest not far away, and only a corner of the building can be seen in this direction.

Time is approaching the first moon rise, the beginning of magical power. What the Matanians call the ‘Sleep of All Things' phase of the day - this is where the magician can only perform five cards: 'Blue’, 'Black’, ‘Gray’, ‘Blue’ and 'White’, usually at which point they will lay defenses and bury ambushes of counterattack.

When the silver moon appeared over the pine forest, Brando saw the last birds fluttering their wings through the shadowy woods, and then became silent, leaving only a distant nightingale sometimes with no ringing.

Far north, Prague City stands on the edge of the forest looking north and up the dusty hills of the north, as if the stars in the sky were falling on a dark earth, forming a brilliant pearl and weaving a mesh - a glorious lamp.

Brando is not unfamiliar with the place, where he practiced swordsmanship with his grandfather every morning as a child. And for another soul, in about seven years, this will be the home of one of the local Brotherhood of Thieves - later the Princess Regent suppressed illegal businessmen, and the underground auction market in the city moved to this place once.

But that was so many days later that there was a faded light yellow color in my memory, as if it were an old photograph. What made Brando a little bit of a trance was that he couldn't tell if it was before or after.

Antitina stood somewhat anxiously in the night, wearing a beautiful moon-white dress. She had never been to the outskirts of Pragues so late, and of course, when she was still a nobleman, she didn't often take trips to the outskirts of Miss Thousand Kings.

Antittina has always thought of herself as a little isolated, but she has always been proud to believe that this is because she knows more than the little ones.

She stared at the silver moon in the pine grove, and the forest in the dark made her nervous, but hidden a hint of curiosity, like the romantic sentiment of the adventurer and the search for the unknown stimulus taking root in her heart - making her want to stay with these people.

This life was both novel and unknown to her.

But the lady still had to let go of her maiden feelings, and she took a breath of calm and took up Batom's words and replied: “I think that if Testo were not to test us, it would be the return of all things in the recent period that was planning something that needed our attention in order to attract nobility. Of course, I think it's more likely that both. ”

“Perfectly, Lord, we'd better not have anything to do with demons in human skin.” Batom sat on the stake and said out loud: "Now that the man in the nobleman's skin is not here, he can't threaten any of us. Didn't the grownups say they were going to Jean De Neil? Let's go there with the grownups! Go far, see what he can do with us. ”

After listening to Batom and taking a look at Brando, Antitina learned today that Brando's true identity was not only a high-ranking member of the recently renowned mercenary regiment, but also the head of the scene, adding to the mystery of the young man in her eyes.

But what made her more determined was that the man who had been searching for her Viscount Tester in secret, who had never thought that everything would come together, that the organization's Eruin on the shores of the abyss was not only notoriously simple, so much so that the young girl's face became pale when she heard the name.

Although Antina didn't think Brando would lie to her, the young knight seemed unnecessary.

Antitina soon saw Brando shake his head.

Brando retreated his gaze from his attributes and, with his extensive knowledge and experience in the game, he had already figured out the profession of a travel magician - or rather, a travel magician should say not a profession.

He sees in his list of occupations that he still has only a few identities and occupations of mercenaries, militias, civilians and academics, which suggests that the brigade magistrate himself is not counted as a profession, or even as an identity or deputy.

Brando figured out what it meant to exist, and the core of the traveler was the fate card, which should be a huge and special set of items. Players can simulate and achieve the ability of any one profession through this system.

To be honest, putting this thing in the game is a set of rules that go beyond the original rules. Though it looks strong, if every player can master it, it doesn't count as some kind of perverted, outrageous ability.

Of course, if it's genius, why does it not exist in the original game and appear in the world?

But what Brando found somewhat novel was that it was clear that the item system was growing, and that this growth was not limited to collecting more sets of cards, but was linked to the individual capabilities of the holder. He found that when he had a soldier rating of only 10, he had only four hand cards. But when he upgraded to level 13, the number of hand cards had risen to five, and the red, gold, and gray elemental volumes in the elemental pool symbolized the knight's group had all risen by a single grid.

But this is when he heard Batom.

Barthom's words are in some ways his voice, but Brando knows he can't think like this at this time. He is no longer the original simple player.

He had realized that maybe going online with everything might be a decision in his favor. Of course, he's not going to get mixed up with people who ignore their lives. On the contrary, he's trying to figure out how to play games.

So he shook his head.

“Why?” Barthom stood still and hesitated. "Lord, are you going to work with them? But those are not good people. They never have a good reputation. ”

Antitina had intended to say something, but now she is silent. Brando's decision relieved her, but Brando thought so, and she was going to remind Brando - that everything was going to be all right, and since Tester was relieved to let him go, there must be a backhand.

She didn't want the 'Amber Sword' mercenary group to make a strong enemy before they got out of Goran-Elson. As Brando's staff, Antitina has subconsciously regarded this mercenary group as a personal property of this young knight.

“Of course I know what those people are, Barthom. But when it comes to the consequences, since I'm proposing this to that guy, I'm not going to tell a lie that's going to be ripped apart at once.” Brando said to Barthom.

“So aren't we going to incite those refugees to riot?” Batom couldn't help but scratch his head and was somewhat reluctant.

“Of course not, Brando must have a way. Here's the thing. We all called him the Almighty Brando when we were in Butch!” Little Roman stood by the river, bending over and picking up the tablets and playing with the water. She couldn't help but look back and say what Batom had to say.

Since when did you give me such a nickname in Butch? Brando glanced at the dead girl and couldn't help but think.

But Little Roman's behavior doesn't match what she's wearing and what she's wearing--

She and Antina changed clothes, and the original set had been hung up in the disturbance at the auction site.

Roman didn't bring much to change her clothes, and on his trip Brando bought a few for her from a nearby merchant, who had been hiding like a baby; but this time she was wearing a long dress in Antitina's house temporarily - a dress that little Roman wore with a black golden trim that looked exceptional, with a slender, slim waist with a large, gorgeous skirt that revealed only a circle of white lace at the bottom.

She used to walk with her own unique temperament - full of confidence, her head up against her chest - and the well-developed lines of her chest form a beautiful curve under her tight waistband top. Antina was jealous for a while.

However, Antina deliberately took her pale brown hair up with flower accessories, so that when the merchant little fox walked out of the room, she turned a circle proudly towards Brando and then smiled sweetly at him with a little glance. Brando's still a little dazed to see her now.

But she looks like the most gold-throwing businesswoman in Port Ambethel. It's just that no one like that would lift their sleeves, reveal their raw arms here, bend over and carefully pick the stone pieces on the beach, and look at that piece flying farther on the water.

In fact, Brando doesn't even understand why he's in the wild, and this guy has to wear this troublesome outfit.

And of course, the answer to that question is probably: 'Cause I'm a businessman. Such a category is not answered by the brain.

Barthom listened to Roman and looked at Brando in confusion.

Brando nodded: “In less than half a month, the refugees gathered in southern Prague will be in trouble. The forthcoming festivities appeased them for a moment, but ultimately they could not cure the symptoms, and the nobles who lived so well would not understand. ”

“Really?” This time Antina showed her curiosity.

Brando nodded and the August riots were not a big deal in history. But enough to submit a response for Tester, and they don't have to blow it.

Brando didn't have the heart to stop the riot, and he didn't have the strength. Resettlement is a difficult task for refugees to survive, and nobles are reluctant to take up this burden, and nobody can.

That's tens of thousands of mouths eating.

Barthom opened his mouth and didn't expect him to come to the complex problem to be solved by understatement in Brando's mouth. He couldn't help but look back at Antina, who seemed somewhat worried - unlike that big red-handed mercenary, who had the simplest line of avoidance in her head - that Brando seemed to know something more than every one of them.

Brando saw a limp walking out of the dark woods with a flash of spirit. He asked the cripple to look into the city, and it seemed he should have some eyebrows.

Indeed, as soon as the cripple and the two short night thieves drilled out of the bush, they said to Brando: "Find out, it is the waste who neglected their duty, and the dead who disguised themselves as merchants who entered the city. ”

“Who?” asked Brando.

“A cavalry captain named Carrancado.” The cripple replied, what else did he want to say, but saw Brando shake his head. Brando happens to know this Carrancado, because this guy is the leader of the Silver Wing Cavalry of the White Beard Corps in the future...

“This guy is a king.” Brando muttered to himself.

So it's not that simple to play negligent duty. He couldn't help but think of the sparks at the auction, which I'm afraid had nothing to do with the royal family. Everything that happened this day in Prague in the 'Sword of Amber' was later covered up, otherwise Brando would not have known anything.

This means that there must be an unknown force behind it.

The royal family is playing with fire.

Brando couldn't help but sweat when he thought about the consequences. Thanks to Obergruppenführer VII for coming up with this, isn't that what led the wolves into the house? Fortunately, Installon does not intend to be Goran-Elson, otherwise the situation in the south of Eruin is presumably a mess.

Of course, he could not bear to think maliciously - perhaps Obergu VII was an artificial situation in the South that could no longer be eroded.

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