The Amber Sword

Reddy and his neighbors have come closer and closer together, and the two slender images of him are ghosts drifting through the forest. Everyone stopped and looked in the same direction. Antitina lowered her head and reckoned, her face changed and she immediately looked up at Brando, her eyes like black gems filled with anxiety ——

Their camp is in the open woods, and at this point the mercenaries in Rubis have put away their tents, and even if they just pass by the edge of the woods, they will surely find an anomaly.

“Take it easy.” But Brando stared in that direction, just answered.

While most of you here may not understand what this‘ calm down a little ’means, at this moment you calm down unconsciously - Brando raises his hand and the calm and gentle look on his face is certain in his heart, which gives a clear hint to others - without having to move slightly.

Antitina opened her mouth slightly.

‘Mercenaries of Rubis', as Brando's summons, has as its first task the execution of the Brigadier Master's orders, that there is a cliff ahead of them, Brando, so that they will not hesitate, let alone this little request. But in the eyes of nobility, these seemingly hundreds of warriors, who were supposed to be proud, behaved like cicadas just because of Brando's little move, to the extent that it was forbidden to do so.

Nobody talks.

She held her breath subconsciously and didn't even dare breathe out her atmosphere.

A valley stroke roared over his head, the wind rushing from the southern hills, like an invisible hand through a branch, and the leaves at the top of the crown made the sound of sand. The dancing branches transform the dim starlight and the staggered light falls on Lady's face, making this young man with white hair look a little dull.

He and his companions crossed an open bush, and the two appeared less cautious than Brando had expected, arguing that they had no interest in the 'snapping’ sound of stepping on dead branches. Brando suddenly remembers that Makaro probably didn't tell too many people that their camp was in this direction, which means Reddy probably didn't know they were approaching Brando's pedestrian.

“Wolf doesn't want any trouble?” Brando thought.

Less than a hundred feet away.

Brando believes that as soon as that guy gets to the edge of the woods, he'll find an anomaly here. All he had to do was bite because he didn't feel comfortable with his pedestrian, then they really couldn't argue. Although the two guys looked suspicious at the moment, I'm sure Makaro would rather believe his own teammates were.

He was just as nervous in his heart as he was in his face. The young man looked to one side, and the mercenary named ’Tiger Sparrow' over there was similarly looking at him - he was the head of the mercenary industry, as was the idea of assembling mercenary leaders - with skill and wisdom. This old mercenary means very clearly: Do you want to pre-empt each other?

But do it? How easy it is to talk.

This is a very common option for mercenaries.

Brando struggled. It's not the first time he's killed, but it's different this time. It's in Pine Castle, and that's where you die, and I can't live, and Brando hasn't corrupted enough to ignore other people's threats to his life. But after all, half of his bones still come from the souls of civilized society, to kill without hesitation just for a suspicion, or to resist instinctively. It's just that he doesn't understand why it's a big taboo for someone in this position to be indecisive.

He closed his eyes and took a breath.

To obey the will of the world and completely cut yourself off from the past? Or do you want to stick to the bottom line? He's Brando, but there's a Sophie mark in his soul, and if he denies it, then he denies everything from the past.

Perhaps that reality was the Mirror Flower Moon. Otherwise, how can you be in this world right now - Zhuang Zhou Mengbutterfly or Zhou Mengzhuang, who can make it clear? But the memories of the world of the past are so profound. How can one deny the joy and sorrow of the past at a certain point in time, as if they were engraved on yesterday's memories?

If the memory of the past is cut off, then what's the point of all his efforts now? If one loses one's soul, one should also refer to it as man. Not even that one, I'm afraid.

A time of confusion filled his mind, but it was like a sword cutting all the knots in an instant. He opened his eyes like the king of Macedonia and found his answer.

“Lord Lord? ”

Antitina looked sharply through Brando's hesitations, and she had to be slight. She had assumed that such a decision was natural for a decisive young nobleman like Brando and did not need to be considered at all.

It's the rules of the game between the nobles--

Brando heard the girl's interrogation and looked back at her. The nobleman had to stay here again, and she didn't think that Brando would have that look —— mocking himself, relaxing, yet with a little regret? She wondered where the young knight's merciful gaze had come from, and when Elouin's cold-blooded nobility would be.

Maybe crocodile tears, but that doesn't seem necessary. Or is it that the Knights of the Highlands of Karasou have followed those ancient precepts to this day?

When Brando lifted his hand, he felt like he weighed a kilogram, but when he put it down, it was so easy: “Get ready. But if you can, try to only faint. I don't want to totally flip my face with 'Coyote' Makaro.” He commanded in a slightly invisible voice. He doesn't know if he's going to be seen as an idiot by anyone else, but if he doesn't, he must be an idiot.

The mercenaries of Rubis nodded together as summoned creatures who had no right to evaluate and question the decisions of their lords. It's just a little bit of a shame in the eyes of a 'tiger bird', either once and for all, or you have to choose a decisive approach. On one side, Antina took a gentle breath.

The girl's eyelashes moved and she couldn't help but measure Brando with a new look. For the first time, she found herself following a young lord of almost the same age, seemingly with certain qualities she did not know. She doesn't know if this trait is good or bad, but it seems to be something that doesn't fit into this ancient world, somehow - she doesn't feel anything unnatural. On the contrary, for the first time in such a long time, this young girl from an aristocratic family has felt at ease.

Seventy feet.

“Brando.” Roman sounded a little nervous on his side at this time.

Brando was stunned, but whispered: "Don't make a sound. ”

The businesswoman thought about it and nodded.

And Rubis' mercenaries were in position, just as soon as Reddy approached the edge of the woodland with another man. Twelve veteran soldiers with the strength and experience of the black iron midstream are perfectly confident that they will hold each other before they can react in any way. But Brando still has some instinctive tensions, and outside the forest there may be strong enemies, and he must not waste a little time here.

But immediately to his great surprise, just as Reddy and the man around him were about to walk out of the bush, he slowly stopped.

What did they find?

Brando's eyelids jumped and almost immediately ordered his mercenaries to put them on top, but he stopped his impulse. An attack on this distance could make the whole plan a mess, because it was too far away and there was a small bush in the middle. He calmed down slowly, and it didn't look like the grey-haired kid had found out what was going on here.

He looked back and the mercenaries at Rubis were still breathless. Apart from Miss Roman, who had no heart and no lungs, looking east and west, Antitina looked pale, as if her heart was going to stop pumping blood.

He turned around again and stunned again - he was surprised to find that Reddy had not only stopped, but turned around to say what he was saying to his peers. It's just that they're at least 20 meters away from the edge of the woods, and there's at least 50 meters of open space in the woods, nearly 100 meters away, and even with Brando's perceptive abilities, they can only occasionally capture one or two keywords.

The young man with white hair did not speak loudly and looked up at the direction of the camp from time to time, seemingly caring about something.

Soon, however, the conversation between the two became intense. Eventually it turned into an argument, and although most people on this side could not hear the conversation, it could be seen from their actions that neither side seemed to convince the other. When I realized that they weren't coming this way, Brando couldn't help but get a little depressed for a while and think about it in the middle of the night. Are you two just fighting to get out?

So can't you go somewhere else?

Unfortunately, Reddy obviously couldn't hear Brando's thoughts, but instead, their voices grew a little higher. Next, Brando could barely distinguish between words like 'Ike…’, 'Chablis…’ and ‘Necklace…’, and he had to lift his eyebrows. The young man named Ike is still in Chablis? Looks like Reddy knows that, ‘Wolf’ Makaro has no reason to know, but this mercenary regiment is really troublesome, and he couldn't help but think about it.

However, he still did not understand why the young man with white hair would come out in the middle of the night to discuss an issue that had nothing to do with the "plot mission" at this stage.

He couldn't help but lift his head and look through the gap between the leaves above his head, and the blood star was already in the sky - the most punctual timing of the Eluin summer night, that is, almost midnight.

I missed the line last night, it's been normal lately, you're going to yell at Chengdu Telecom.

Besides, I don't need a thief's boy to judge me for my integrity. Shit, I need to get you ready to steal. I owe you.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)