The Amber Sword

Situated on an east-facing cliff at the highest point of the town, the 'Lantern Grass' Hotel in Chablis stands at the top of a rock in a gigantic vaulted wooden hall inhabited by classical mythology and gods, where moisture is immersed in solid wood and has now become dark. Down the hall, the gray white cliff opens a row of dense, numb windows, and from a distance the scene's unique landscape is like a giant hive or dragon hole on the cliff.

But in fact, that's the hotel room.

The door was pushed open a minute ago in Makaro's temporary room. The experienced mercenary commander raised his head from a sketch of the Chablis region and heard a term from his subordinate narratives, and his thick, thick eyebrows had to be picked - he was wearing a deerskin glove with his right hand holding the magnifying glass of the bronze handle, but had already asked: "Article 314? ”

“'In a formal mission, if there is a conflict between the two mercenaries on either target. Attempts should be made to temporarily merge the two parties as mutually agreed. The details of the merger shall be negotiated between the parties. ’ ”

An old man, sitting on a vine chair by the window sill, answered with an open voice. The old man looked at a big book with almost four inches of red leather on his hands, and did not seem interested in the topic.

“Master Leewoods, can this be so inspired? ”

“No need to try it.” The old man replied.

“Well, let me see who's holy first,” Makaro waved to the young man standing at his desk, saying, "Go, let Reddy try him." But he immediately called the other guy: “Wait, did Eko find him? ”

“No news yet, sir. ”

“Okay, I get it. You go ahead.” Makaro shook his head, he hummed and muttered: “Be sure to make the boy look good this time. It seems like I usually spoil him a little too much, so I won't be able to explain in front of adults after this. ”

The old man read the book and flashed a smile on his face, shaking his head slightly.

……

“Are you Brando? ”

“My name is Brando.” Brando looked up at this young man, nearly one head taller than himself. His hair is a rare, pure white color, his eyes are clear and clear as amber, his face is shady and some are like women.

The Jabricants? Brando thought that the only impression of this minority living in the kingdom of Tinting seemed to be the young silver-haired sword Saint-Gurecas, who was still active on the Vaughn side of the earth some thirty years ago.

He didn't expect the other party to accept his request so easily, but he didn't expect the young man from the wolf Makaro to test him. To be honest, very few young men of this age, apart from the revealer and the Chosen One, are any better than Brando at this moment.

Level 23 strength, counted as black iron upstream. Moreover, Occupational Level 15 is the first threshold for any profession, and once this threshold has been crossed, the occupational addition to attributes begins to enter the phase of overstretching from Level 1 to Level 2.

In fact, Brando lost his glimmer of light at this moment, but went further in strength, reaching 15 energy levels, nearly twelve or even thirteen times higher than trained soldiers. Although he still looks like a thin young man, he can easily punch and kill a boar if he wants.

As soon as Brando opens his own property panel, it is clear that his absolute power has reached the terrible value of 220. In other words, in theory, he could easily kill eight in and out of any squadron in any country's second- or third-line regiment, single-handedly in the world.

Such strength, commonly known in the mouth of Eruin's adventurers, is Squadron Leader-level strength.

Besides, Brando's hidden strength is far more than that, and his level 10 Eruin military swordsmanship alone is enough to make most of Eruin's officers and knights sweat. Of course, Brando himself didn't feel it, just thought he seemed to be a little further from his grandfather.

But before he finished thinking about it, he saw that the young man had pulled out his sword and pointed it at him, and the tip of the sword swayed slightly, and the cold flashed in his field of view.

“Listen, businessman, I never accept the challenge of weakness, nor do I have mercy, quite the contrary. Because the battle between the warriors is sacred, that is, the sword and sword, trying to do everything possible to put an end to the opponent's life.” The young man with white hair said, "The captain has asked me to fight you, but I won't let you down against my will. Think about it? ”

Brando looked back at Roman.

“Brando, does he mean he's better than you?” The businesswoman opened her eyes, in fact she was trying to stare a little bigger, and then she blinked.

“No, I don't think so.” Brando didn't die of Roman anger at least, but he answered in a bad way.

“My lord?” Antitina asked.

Brando shook his head and said, "Can't you have a little faith?" However, he has pulled out the sword between his waist, and since the Sprite Sword's ray of light was lost, he has been using ordinary steel swords, just like he has now. The young man with white hair saw his sword and had to show a little contempt - the sword was brand new, just like it had just been bought from a blacksmith's workshop.

He was not mistaken, and so was the fact that the last sword had been broken in a battle because it could not withstand Brando's power.

Brando put up his sword and swing it around like he was adapting to this new sword. But his actions immediately caused mercenaries and explorers sitting around in the lobby of the hotel to shriek. No swordsman would adapt to his sword until the battle, and Brando was acting like a hairy boy who had never been to war.

“Lady, isn't your idol the Jabrian sword Saint-Gurecas, beat this furry boy and let's see what you got! ”

“Well said, as a fellow Swordsman, you can't be ashamed of yourself. ”

“Lady, come on, kill him!” The mercenaries suddenly arose and these lawless people were a group that would never be able to separate themselves anywhere.

But when Brando heard one of those names, he couldn't help but say, "Gurrekas?” He was about to enter a stand-up for Eruin's military swordsmanship - but this moment he relaxed and looked up and asked. This distraction made him only halfway through the movement, and the military swordsmanship began to take shape all at once.

The mercenaries made another shout.

“You don't deserve to mention that name," the young man with white hair looked heavy and stabbed with a sword.

This sword is also a quick thunder in the eyes of ordinary people, but within Brando's 3.7 energy level perception range, it can be slowed down. Besides, he was attacked by the other party before he finished saying a word, and suddenly he consciously backfired a sword - to be exact, he lifted the sword and drew the long sword in the other party's hand - 'So-so’ a sound, the young man with white hair could not hold the sword at all, and the sword in his hand had fallen out of the ceiling and plunged it into the ceiling.

Young men's swords are deeply inserted into light black wood and still tremble slightly.

The whole hall is nitrogen.

The mercenaries who were yelling good before were all mute at this moment, as if they had seen a dragon or something, stubbornly opening their mouths, forgetting exactly whether or not to call good below - or to make a whine.

Brando's previous sword was not so elegant, but quite frankly, it was like a barbarian with a stick. Because that's not one of any swordsmanship at all, it's just an instinctive reaction. But the key to this sword is not its elegance, but its power.

Born weird? Everyone subconsciously thinks about it.

That's nothing new. On Warnde Avenue, some of the legendary human beings inherited the blood of gold, and some of them were naturally awakened. But there is another category, and they leave behind some of the features of their ancestors. For example, natural forces are infinite, or resilient, or elements of coordination are born to be seen.

Generally, such power can only be seen in creatures that have golden blood in their bodies, such as dragons, unicorns, and so on.

But soon someone called out:

“First level strength! ”

“Black Iron Power! ”

The young man with white hair held his wrist five steps back. He looked at his swollen arm after taking only one sword from the other, and for a moment it was somewhat unacceptable. Though he is not as talented as Ike, he reached the lower level of black iron in his early twenties and is a leading figure among most people, but how could he not expect to catch a sword in front of a guy younger than himself?

So many monsters like Ike in the world?

Lady was a little stunned for a while.

It was just that his mistake lasted for a moment, as Makaro and another tall middle-aged man had come up from under the hotel. They didn't see the scene before, but by looking at the sword on the ceiling and the performance of the people present, the brilliant mercenary leader understood 80%.

His eyes fell on Brando's head, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled. He knew that the businessman who offered to join his team temporarily was a young man, but he didn't expect to be so young.

“Buga,” buried a low voice on Makaroma, saying to the middle-aged man around him, "Go and try him. ”

“Me?” The voice of the middle-aged man carries a strong local accent from the Antillean region.

“Well, I doubt this young man is from the 'cards' side.” Makaro stared at Brando and said.

“Do they have such a good young man over there, Makaro, do you think too much?” Buga said as he unraveled the sword behind him: "But nothing, since you say so, let me try it. Anyway, this young man must have some idea. ”

Makaro looked back at his old friend slightly.

“Nothing, I smell familiar.” The middle-aged man looked at Brando and a little doubt flashed in his eyes.

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Really still writing, seeing some friends is warm, some friends are depressed. Keep going, I'm rebuilding RP.

Please forgive me for updating the instability, I can write more, I'm sure I'm not lazy.

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