The Amber Sword

The Last Night of Act 59 Prague (top)

Anyway.

After all, Eruin at sunset has buried his head in the civil unrest. As Obergu VII gradually discovered his growing impotence and eagerness to clear the way for the new king, he finally persisted in his efforts - his heartbeat was always two untamed kingdoms in the south of the kingdom.

In particular, Brando knew that His Holiness, Obergu VII, was not in office until he was ninety-three years old, and that this dysfunctional king was ambitious when he was young and committed to emulating his grandfather, Ansen XI - the very beginning of the Militia and Guard decree, the period when the central power was strongest in the middle and late Eruin.

But the world was forced to walk into the middle-aged Obergu VII, although equally witnessing the arrogance of the local nobility - the younger generation of the Grand Duke of Alex even forcing his father, Obergu VI, to change the ordinance of defence - and these memories were all impressed by the king's heart.

But he lacked the means of enrichment and generosity of the Ansen XI. Besides, during Ansen XI, Erui had no hidden concerns or major problems, and the royal family could still control the local legions. Is this a comparable time of year when the storm is shaking?

On the outskirts of Prague, in the cold nights, the wind gradually rose.

The wind blows from the direction of the sea, passing through the hills and mountains of the Denel region along the corridors of the northern ridge of the Caranga Mountains, with the smell of forests and rivers on this long journey, deep into the lungs of everyone on the edge of this forest.

Roman stood in the water with his skirt barefoot and couldn't help raising his head, squeezing his eyes and letting the wind sweep past her flat forehead like a jade.

“It tastes exactly like Butch here, Brando!” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and couldn't help but say with surprise.

Antitina also took a breath, but coughed.

Brando glanced at her, then looked up and saw the wind in the night with a dark cloud hidden from the west, covering a large part of the stars.

As if to herald the future of this country without light.

Instead of feeling heavy, Brando had an excitement that swept past every nerve end of his body. This impending mayhem is also an opportunity for him to participate in this history, relying little by little on the power of a person to change what is like a thick, cold history engraved on a tablet.

This is not a fantasy, but a signal to urge him to act. Brando seemed to smell a hint of warning in the air, and he turned around, with a slightly excited tidal red on his white face, and asked: "Did you get the money? ”

The cripple doesn't understand why a simple message can make Brando stay here, but now he finds himself increasingly blind to this young man. At the auction house, he witnessed Brando Powell take out that tough housemaid, not the hands of the average person, and now he wants to blame only the descendants of that old thing.

He had to take a closer look at Brando, and it was only with pleasure that he replied, “We've got the money, Brando, and I've moved it to a safe place, as you asked. ”

“The auctioneer has compensation? ”

The cripple nodded in shock.

Brando knew that the background to Prague's underground trade fair was a prestigious local nobility, which was an open secret. He was therefore not worried that he would suffer unnecessary losses, for whom credibility and decency were more important than a little money.

“How much money is it?” Brando asked.

The cripples reached out and compared to a number, except for what they used, there were still 250,000 Torr. Brando looked up and saw the merchant lady walking in with her shoes.

He took another look at Batom and Antina sitting on the side, and said, "Well, that brings us to the end of what we should do in Prague.” But in fact, there are some details to be refined in Brando's plan, such as a mission in the nobility library to have access to a low-skill teaching material, such as a mission to permanently add an energetic golden wine to the 'Cross Star' hotel.

Unfortunately, none of these tasks can be accomplished overnight, and Brando estimated how long it would have taken him to accomplish them in the game, almost a month or more, and only slower here.

He should have stayed as a perfect player to clean up every benefit, but the mutation of wind and cloud in Prague and the shadow of what was hidden in it made him realize that it was not a good time to stay here.

Brando reacted the fastest as soon as the alarm appeared.

He has decided to leave the place, go east or south, go deep into the mountains of the Denel region, or cross the Tosandka Forest, along the northern ridge of the Karanga Mountains, to find his treasure.

“Where are we going?” Though Barthom started yelling about leaving this shithole, things got a little uncomfortable. He's a mercenary, but he's never been far enough to Karasou —— but according to Brando, they might have to cross Jean de Neil to the shores of the stars, where they'd see the mountain of the poets singing into the clouds —— along which they'd go into the wilderness.

Legend crosses the Tosandka Forest beneath the mountains, or along the silver beaches all the way east, the desert is endless. The Sioux have lived here for a long time, and in their spoken stories, there are countries in the East of the desert: the most famous legend, for example, Pearl Town, the kingdom of Nine Phoenixes.

“We split up, Barthom, and you take the cripples back to the regiment, and Leto takes everyone to a place called Grice. To get there, you need to ask for a guide, and the safer path in recent times has been to let Denel's North Avenue. Nominally, all you have to do is flag a mercenary and you won't cause any trouble.” Brando thought about it, answered.

“Griss, what is that place? ”

“It's the easternmost port in the kingdom,” Brando laughed. "The scenery is nice, the local girls are simple and enthusiastic, Bartom, where you might meet the girl you like. ”

"I am a drifting mercenary, Lord. ”

“That was before, and now you're my minister.” Brando replied without any hesitation.

Redbearded mercenaries then shut up, but still showed their desire. Even if there was some reluctance before, there was already some leapfrogging at the moment.

“What about you, Lord Lord?” He thought about it and asked.

“I have some personal business to do -" Brando remembers the glitter of light he left in the auction house, which is a pity. However, the sword gradually faded after level 20, so it would have been necessary to replace the weapon.

In fact, he had made little progress in his equipment and strength over the past month, which could be compared to his original plan. Of course, all of Prague's preparations are necessary. The so-called sharpening of the knife is not a mistake. Brando has actually moved fast enough, but he himself has been dissatisfied.

Especially after his encounter with Tester, he felt a growing sense of urgency to improve his strength. So that's when he put this adventure on the agenda.

His goal was mainly the dusty kingdom, but before that, he had to verify what Alberton the White Knight had told him, which seemed rather than what it was.

When it comes to the Lion's Heart Sword, Brando doesn't dare take it lightly.

Just to make Stone Sage talk, you need to use the Sage tablet, and the Sage tablet Brando, who arrived in Prague a few days later, is no longer expected. Not to mention that time is running out, and now he can't find a fortune as large as half a million Torrs.

But it doesn't matter, so just get a sage tablet first. At least he knew there were several 'copies’ out of that thing in the game. Closer are the misty forests at the border between Jean Denel, Goran-Elson and Anlek, the ruins of the Temple of the Dead and the Dragon Canyon.

These places are suitable for his level of adventure, just a little bit of preparation. Brando also realized that he needed to improve his strengths, just as well.

Brando said there was a private matter and Batom was naturally not good enough to talk about it, not to mention that his mind flew to Grice. Brando's description of the place made him itch, and he hasn't seen the ocean in his life.

And Brando turned around and said, "Roman, what about you? So what are you gonna do, come with me or stay for the festivities? ”

The merchant lady turned her head and naturally replied, “Of course it's with Brando. ”

But the glory in her eyes, the distinction, was saying-- adventure, of course! Roman's going on an adventure!

“Don't you make money anymore?” Brando was surprised and couldn't help but feel her forehead and see if she had a fever.

“Of course not," Roman snapped his hand and said proudly, "Lord Roman has already arranged things here. I gave them to Sue. The rest is just waiting for the money to be injected. ”

“Sue?” Brando stunned and remembered the girl with her eyebrows up, a cold face, who always felt like she owed her a million Tor: “Isn't that Leto's daughter? ”

“Yes.” Roman nodded: “She came to see Freya. I'm Freya's best friend. Of course she can ask Sue to do a little favor. ”

“You really put people down -" Brando couldn't bear to slap her in the head, a move that has become his habit in recent times.

Roman immediately laughed like a little fox.

“In that case, I'll stay.” Antittina was suddenly saying, “That's what I had in mind. ”

Brando stopped and looked at her and said, “You can't stay.” His heart says Martha is on, and now his entire family, together, is probably the most precious asset: Antina and the future alchemist Tama. The two men said nothing could stay in the stormy Prague, and he had to take it away for safety reasons.

Tamar had to take his heavy alchemy appliance with him and Leito and others. And in the spirit that eggs can't be put in a basket, he has to let Antina go with herself.

Well, if Roman was with him, at least one more girl would take better care of Antina.

“Tester's still here, and you know who he is. It's not normal for everything to come back. It's too dangerous for you to stay here. You stay with me and I'll let Roman take care of you.” He thought about it, answered.

“How can that be?” Antina was stunned, and she had a passion for adventurous living, but she knew she might not be able to adapt to that life at all. For a girl like her, adventure is just about a beautiful imagination that exists in her dreams.

Some people are always obedient to their own impulsive ideas, but this is not the case with sober Antina. She was just beginning to hesitate, and the future merchant lady broke her grip: “Sure, Antina, the adventure is fun. ”

Antitina couldn't help but look at Brando.

Brando nodded: “No need to say more, let's get ready. We scattered into the city, and I was alone, and I was afraid the Tester guy would come looking for trouble again, and before the last star disappeared in the morning, we met at the East Gate. ”

Everyone nodded. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)