The Amber Sword

Early in July, Chablis was a song written with a bird's chirping spectrum, and when the morning cloth and the whole mountain forest became vibrant, the town between the mountains became vibrant.

Smells of mint leaves permeate the houses set by the mountaineers, and Brando rises early in the morning - as if to come to the world, the lifestyle of a swordsman overwhelms the lifestyle of a gaming house. Sleeping lazily seems to have been a thing of the last century.

Brando looked out through the stone hole window on one side of the room at the mountains outside of Chablis, pressing two fingers against the cards, then flipping them open with his thumb and placing them on the side of the wind element crystallization immediately vaporized into a green smoke that blended into the deck. In a small space, a small tornado swept up, and a dimensional fissure opened and closed, from which more than twenty windy fine spiders were ejected.

Brando immediately issued an order. These little things from the field of wind immediately became foggy and blurred in a squeaky cry, quickly becoming a cloud of smoke flowing out of the room. Seeing this scene, the young man smiled and opened a bottle of magic medicine.

“Seems like a plot mission.” He frowned and thought that the idea had kept him awake for two days.

Around a copy or dungeon, stories are triggered every indefinite period of time. These storylines have been systematically deduced, so they don't look prominent on the surface, and in fact the IM system itself is one of the selling points of the 'Amber Sword'.

Just in this world, it seems to be a true reproduction of what happened in past games.

Got it. Brando remembered carefully and finally remembered one thing. That was something that was implicitly mentioned in an article in the forum about the ‘ruins of the Balogon' some years ago, about the experience of the first team to enter this copy.

Seems tacitly familiar.

But when he raised his head, his thoughts were interrupted. “True. True.” Knocking on the door sounded, and it certainly wasn't Roman, because the young lady couldn't knock at all, and she wasn't afraid to be told that she wasn't upbringing - she had no reason to say that word. Nor will it be Antittina, because the nobleman Kim is always so polite and she is not in such a hurry.

Brando winked and guessed that it might be Makaro.

“Come in. ”

The door opens, behind two young men. One was the young man with white hair the day before yesterday afternoon, who looked at him with a face that smelled like a woman; the other Brando had not seen, but was presumably as old as the former, with a short, dry hair and a slightly thin appearance, and he looked at the house with a face of curiosity.

“Mr. Brando, we're leaving, who are you?” Shorty young man looked at him with curiosity, suspicion and awe, and apparently Brando was impressed with the newcomers to this mercenary regiment yesterday afternoon.

A young man, around the age of twenty, can compete with his deputy - most of these young people think so. It is also accepted that in the Grey Wolf mercenary group, the strength of Buga has in fact kept it far above Makaro.

In other words, the strength of this young man at their age is simply unimaginable.

He has heard the legend of the Chosen One, but no one knows how strong the Chosen One is. He couldn't help but look at Brando and wonder if he was the legendary Chosen One. It's just that Brando obviously doesn't know what the young man in front of him is thinking, and if he wants to know, he's bound to laugh.

In fact, in his present strength, let alone the Chosen One, the Revelator is far from it.

“Okay, thanks.” He nodded to the young man knowingly: "We'll be right there. ”

But the young man with white hair immediately snorted behind him.

Brando had to take a look at this guy. After yesterday's contact, he already knew what kind of aristocratic offspring this guy was on a trip, and no wonder he developed such an empty temper. But why join the mercenary corps, that's probably another story.

He's not interested in knowing anyway.

But he doesn't mind, doesn't mean he doesn't mind. The young man with white hair, apparently fueled by ignorance, couldn't help but hum and say, “Listen, I'm not your opponent, but I'll be watching you all the time, you don't want to play games...”

The young man next to him stunned and apparently did not expect his companion to say such a thing. He couldn't help but look back and open his mouth and didn't say anything.

“Oh?” Brando cursed ‘idiot’ in his heart, then looked up and asked, "Are you Reddy? ”

“It's none of your business.” The white-haired young man hummed.

“Are nobles so uncultivated?” Brando asks back.

“You…” The young man with white hair bit his teeth and tried to draw his sword, but when he thought of the difference between himself and the other side, he couldn't help but stand back discouraged.

“Heard Ike escaped? ”

“How do you know, you...! ”

Reddy frowned and was about to question it, but suddenly Brando smiled, realizing his loss, couldn't help but grunt: “You care too much, I'll tell the captain about it. ”

Brando said whatever you want, you think everybody's as stupid as you are. But there was a smile on his face: "I was just asking. You know I had an affair with Mr. Ike two days ago. ”

“The ghost only knows.” Lady thought, though he was angry with his teeth, he deliberately maintained a cold look on his face.

“Heard you and Silver Sword Saint-Gurecas are people who come out of a place?” But Brando changed the subject.

“With you…”

The young man with white hair suddenly remembered Brando's previous ridicule, and he swallowed it into his stomach and eventually turned it into a cold hum. But he also found that he didn't seem to take advantage of Brando verbally, so he simply dragged his colleagues around and left Brando alone - thinking that he couldn't find a way, much less a better one.

Brando couldn't help but laugh. The Gurechase guy also had admirers, when he studied swordsmanship under the Gurechase Gate called ‘The Boundary of Heaven'. Unfortunately, Gurechase possessed three intermediate swordsmanship ‘Swords of God', ‘Sword of Thunder' and his own 'Sword of Boundaries', but Brando himself was not a task of advanced swordsmanship, but was choked enough by the spleen of the old man.

This guy must not have known that Gurechase had a good bet, and the gambling was terrible. He always refused to admit if he lost the bet.

But the swordsmanship of the 'boundaries of the heavens', he couldn't help but smile. With one experience, this is a good time to do it. Unfortunately, Gurrekas should still be traveling in Cruz at this time, otherwise he can come to the door now.

……

Buga and Makaro looked at each other and looked at each other. But at the end of the day, the head of the mercenary group known as the "wolf" couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Brando, what are these?” He refers to the twelve mercenaries who wore xenical costumes around Brando, Martha, and the whole 'Chablis Lantern Grass' hotel was under their close scrutiny, and the news from the various outposts began three days ago and has only been occupied by ordinary guests since today.

But how come these guys with axes, spears, big shields, helmets, sharp blades don't look like 'normal guests'? Where did they come from again?

Brando obviously didn't understand the tangle inside Makaro at the moment, and he shrugged his shoulders and laughed: "They're my people, and I remember telling you that they were the mercenaries I hired. Uh... far away, you know, as a businessman, it always comes and goes between places. These mercenaries are from an ethnic minority in the eastern part of the kingdom, so please do not mind what they are wearing.” He smiled as if there was something really going on.

But both Antina and Roman looked at him.

Mademoiselle Merchant, with a simple mind that ordinary people can't understand: it turns out that Brando still has connections with ethnic minorities in the eastern part of the kingdom, which is amazing! But Antina was not as simple as this young lady, and she had long wondered where Brando's men came from. Although she knew that Brando had a mercenary army, it should be in Antilles at this time, and should not be a national minority.

And Charles, too, although Brando told them that Charles had gone back to Carasou beforehand, she always felt something was wrong.

However, such doubts can only be buried in the heart and cannot be used to question the lord he follows.

And as Brando's staff is still confused, not to mention Makaro and Buga, the poor two big characters in history are all knowledgeable characters, but they can get a little out of their minds. Because of Ike's escape, the dark posts they set up were at least close to silver levels, but they were still inadvertently dived in by these mercenary gods who seemed to have only 'black iron power'.

Makaro couldn't help but frown and made a three-level jump in his heart about Brando, becoming somewhat mysterious.

“So, Captain Makaro, can we go?” Brando asked.

“Of course." Makaro nodded in some tough spots. I made up my mind to put Brando in the center of the team and keep an eye on him before anything happens. He was confident, but now he's a little out of breath. A young man with great swordsmanship, close to silver, and twelve or more mercenaries, he's got a headache to think about.

Thinking about it, he had to look back at Buga and complain, “Old man, is that what you're looking at?” He couldn't help but ask.

Buga shrugged his shoulders.

Makaro commissioned him to investigate the mercenaries mentioned in Brando's mouth, but he didn't have a clue for two days, and it was unexpected that the twelve living men would suddenly appear today. Though it seemed to have only 'black iron power', even he did not believe it. He looked at the mercenaries dressed in strange ways and found that they must have covered up their power in some way.

What is this, a big change of life? The future swordsman couldn't help but turn a white eye.

……

(PS. The reason it's slower than usual is that it's getting worse, and I have a cold = __ =.

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