The Amber Sword

“There are acquaintances, Kaos...”

The man in the black knight's uniform looked afield at the tumbling mountains and a starlit bonfire in the pitch-black forest. The Grey Wolf mercenary regiment seemed to sleep in a broad cradle, the camp was silent, and only the wind from the western sea snuck into the night, allowing the forest to respond to the noise of the sand.

Looks like Haitao.

It's like what kind of monster is whistling far and away in the mountain forest, and the whistle is coming out.

The tall monster dragged a female sentinel's fleshy corpse out of the woods with giant bone claws - and if Brando could be recognized here, this female hunter from the mountains, he'd seen her again in the afternoon. At this moment, however, it also turned into a dead body without anger. The monster made a crackling sound in his empty chest. The orange flame flashed in his orbit. He was somewhat dissatisfied with the blackjacket knight's understatement. “It's not your turn to teach me a lesson, little man. ”

The monster's voice creaked dry and reminiscent of those hair lines that had been out of repair for a long time.

It stood up straight and threw the body away at will. The dead mercenary fell into a shrub like a puppet, and the crackling of a broken branch stretched 34 feet. But it's too far from the Grey Wolf mercenary camp, and it's hard to get that far —— especially on windy nights.

The knight in black still frowned and looked at his companion--

He sees a group of ghostly translucent blue, glowing spiders‘ squeaking ’down from the crown...

……

‘Putta' sounded softly.

Brando stumbled and looked at the card under the lamp that fell out of his pocket and lay flat on the ground, and the deck had turned gray —— the windy spider, which had entered the cemetery. But instead of feeling heartache for the first time, he picked up the card, stunned, and immediately raised his head and turned off the oil light. It was dark and the furthest light outside the tent was 100 feet away.

So soon.

He felt a little overwhelmed.

In the evening, the Grey Wolf mercenaries chose this camp in the mountains sheltered from the wind. Brando suggested to ‘Makaro the Coyote' that their men and horses should preferably be a little further apart, so as to save each other from suspicion. Makaro and Buga, although slightly surprised, were happy to agree. Brando did not trust them, and how could they feel comfortable with the young men's group, so the two parties with the ghost foetus reached a consensus.

But Makaro would never have expected Brando to escape in the middle of the night for that reason.

Young people drill out of tents because their skin is exposed to a slight contraction of cold air, and while the entire long daytime mountains of Chablis are steeped in the heat and heat, temperatures plummet in the canyons at night, as do travelers who do not prepare tents or sleeping bags. Then he looked around, and a few shadow admirers in the distance could not escape his perceptions - although Brando was not professionally trained, 3.7 energy-level perceptions were equivalent to those of ordinary people who were gifted to hear the sound of a 100-metre pin tip landing on a silent night.

He wanted to look like Makaro was only suspicious of them and had no ill intentions towards their pedestrian.

He cautiously drilled out after confirming that no one else was closer. Young people are now fully armed, wearing nails, carrying all the necessary weapons and tools, dragging a backpack with one hand and containing the necessary water and food. Then he approached a tent not far away and filmed it on the cloth, and it took about a few seconds for a curious voice to come in:

“Brando? ”

“Roman, what are you doing here?” Brando had a black line, and he repeatedly confirmed that it was indeed Antina's tent.

“A surprise!” The businesswoman laughed ‘Coco’ in the tent with a little pride.

“Surprise you, asshole. ”

Brando didn't look back and saw Antitina drill her hair out of Roman's tent, and she was sorry, but Brando knew that Roman wouldn't care if he had a ghost idea. He sighed and apologized to the aristocratic lady: "Please...”

Antitina stunned.

As soon as a smile appeared on the nobleman's golden face, she glanced at the tent behind Brando and said, “I can see, Lord, you really like Miss Roman.” She spoke in tongues.

Brando nodded.

He was made by the businesswoman, not just because he was affectionate to such a young girl with an unbridled personality, perhaps from the soul of Brando. On the other hand, Miss Roman was the first intimate person he knew in the world, and he had a special affection for her.

Besides, this businesswoman is smart and spilled, and few people will dislike her.

Although Brando was only nineteen years old, the one soul in his body determined that he was no longer that young man, and he understood what he should pursue and what responsibility he should shoulder. He lifted the corner of the tent door and saw the businesswoman behind him smiling and staring at him.

“Ready?” He asked.

Roman and Antina nodded.

Brando raised his head, seemingly following his movements, brushing more than a dozen figures in the surrounding tents. Instead of talking to each other, they began to quietly put away their tents, and while the mercenaries were heavily armed and armed with weapons of all kinds of metal on their belts, they did not make a sound between their movements.

Antittina was also the first to see Brando's men ‘summoned from cards', but her bright eyes quickly flashed a glimmer of amazement: what a bunch of trained mercenaries, where did he find them?

Rubis' mercenaries, who were able to preserve their later reputation on the long river of history, would naturally not be in vain. The kind of creature called out by the Fate Card symbolizes a set of concepts, that is, these twelve mercenaries are the group of 'spirits' who best reflect the virtues of the Rubis mercenaries, loyal, honorable, morale, disciplined, and not as afraid of death and suffering as real creatures, who are, I fear, the best soldiers ever present in the world.

Unfortunately, Brando thinks the quantity is still too small.

But even so, it's enough to keep Antina from speaking. Soon she couldn't help but touch her cheek and look at Brando, suspected of dreaming.

- This nobleman is not uncontacted with mercenaries, and most mercenaries are more or less associated with them because of their property, except, of course, for the groundhounds and scum.

But that's all.

Antitina has seen no better mercenary than the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps who have been with her for the past few days. Naturally, the team brought out by 'Wolf’ Makaro will not be generalized, but compared to the twelve people in Brando's hands, it is nothing like clouds. The inherent dispersion of mercenaries is invisible to these people, who seem to have something that is hard to see in mercenaries--

The teenage girl frowned and could not confirm for a moment what it was.

But then the light flashed, and she remembered the difference there - pride and honor. She took a breath and very few mercenaries who depended on battle to sustain their livelihoods maintained a sacred sense of honor for their profession, which was more akin to that of a knight. She couldn't help but take another look at Brando and decided that they were not mercenaries at all, but ministers that the young man had brought out of his family.

The more she wants to be sure.

Young aristocrats leave their families alone to break out of their own heavens and earth, which would have been the episode described in the legendary story. So much so that when she first heard Brando say it, there was a little bit of aspiration - after all, a romantic and adventurous spirit in anyone's heart. Even Antittina, who received the most orthodox education since childhood, is no exception.

Supporting a young knight who started out with his bare hands eventually struck down a mountain, a story that was an irresistible temptation for a girl of her age, educated to such an extent.

But now it doesn't look like this lord started out completely with his bare hands.

She seemed surprised, as if she had discovered a little secret, but of course she was not frustrated. Instead, the nobleman relieved herself - she convinced herself that Brando was prepared, not to act blindly, but to emulate an ancient, bloodthirsty knight.

But Brando obviously didn't expect his subordinate to have so many associations just because he saw a bunch of ‘card soldiers' under him. Of course, if he knew what Antina was thinking at the moment, he would definitely find a way to do it a few more times, so that he might be able to pull together a lot of loyal ministers without any effort.

But he doesn't really care about it right now.

He soon found himself in a little trouble. Twelve Rubis mercenaries soon packed up their camp here, but as they gathered and were preparing for the next order, Brando suddenly noticed two distant figures coming from the Grey Wolf mercenary camp. He frowned immediately, and he had seen one of those two walking in ——

He's a gray-haired young lady.

Brando immediately wondered if the other person had noticed the movement, but he pressed the suspicion because the two men were clearly not walking towards them. Instead of counting each other's routes, he plugged them between their camps and those of the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps, and he flipped —— these two guys want to go outside the camp?

A mole?

Brando immediately came up with a possibility.

……

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