The Amber Sword

You know, Miss Merchant is not always able to remain so quiet, she sits on her knees in front of Brando with a low brow and her head lowered, if not from time to time sneaking a glimpse of Brando's expression with her inspiring eyes - but with a touch of nobility.

Except, of course, for her gray-headed dirt face, a wolf full of rubbing marks on her clothes.

Almost in her condition was also a true nobleman, Antitina grabbed herself by a shawl that had been blown to pieces, her face was covered in dust, she kept her head down and looked a little nervous.

“Brando, I...” Roman looked at the young man's black face as if it had eased slightly and hurried to explain, but before she could finish her sentence, she glanced back at him.

She had to bow her head in disgust.

She thought the plan would have been perfect, and if it hadn't been for a little trouble at the end, she would have helped Brando a lot. Besides, even if there was a slight problem at the end, it didn't crush several lizards, did it? Besides, it sealed their escape route.

She thinks she must put a little less next time.

But Brando, knowing that the dead girl is still thinking about continuing this dangerous activity next time, is probably in the mood to strangle her. He and Naminis went to the scene to investigate, and Antitina's plan was indeed good, and according to Miss Thousand Kings' original calculations, that cliff did take out most of the lizards who fled in that direction when it collapsed. Unfortunately, she obviously got the wrong partner —— no, and she shouldn't have. Because Antittina's plan would have stayed on paper, and if it hadn't been for the ghost of Roman to see it, it would have been just a paper plan.

But unfortunately, history doesn't if. Just as Little Roman never had caution in her dictionary, she was always an actionist, and any plan she had was built into natural practice.

Brando thought about it, and he couldn't help but look at Antina. The nobleman seemed to feel his gaze and could not help but shrink backwards. "" I'm sorry, Lord, it's all my fault, "he whispered.

“No, it's none of your business.” Brando shook his head.

Indeed, if the Roman guy hadn't last changed the amount of Antina's charge, he wouldn't have made a chicken dog jump. Instead of crushing two lizards, he almost buried them underneath. Thanks to Antina's early discovery, the consequences would be unimaginable.

To think of it, Brando couldn't help but stare at Roman. This is the angriest part of him, and he doesn't care how much Roman helped him, as long as she doesn't put herself in danger all the time. He's thankful.

But he couldn't help but sigh again.

In front of this girl from Butch, some things can be seen thoroughly, as if they were a natural instinct. But sometimes it's confusing, like now Brando rubs his temple.

“Have you been planning something like this?” Brando suddenly asked.

Antitina stunned, she thought Brando was going to ask her entertainer. His drowning in Roman was common to everyone, and she couldn't imagine what Brando would think of her if something went wrong with the businesswoman for her own reasons. Though she went through the toughest period of her life, everyone did, from thrift to luxury to embarrassment, thinking that she was no longer able to adjust to that period of life.

Besides, the young lord had great respect for her, was willing to give her the same status and treatment as before, and was willing to live with her on an equal footing, and she saw nothing to complain about except a little hardship in the wilderness every day. Besides, even hard work was only temporary, and she still had many plans that had not materialized.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but be ashamed: “I'm sorry...”

“No,” Brando glanced at Roman to see if the guy was seriously regretting it: “I mean those plans. ”

The aristocrats were dazed and did not understand what Brando wanted to know for a moment. But she finally nodded. In fact, since she joined the team, Brando has had a full plan for every young man's actions, and she was really proud of her plans at first. But these plans often proved to be immature, especially when compared to Brando's decision as if he were a prophet, more like graffiti for children. So it was disturbing that Antittina initially wanted to be Brando's employee, but she gradually discovered that the desire was moving away and becoming somewhat ridiculous - and in the end, she still didn't give up the habit. But this is more like self-censorship than before.

Plan ahead, then test your plan over and over again throughout the event to see if you are mature enough to give up those unrealistic ideas. She just didn't expect Roman to catch her this time, and she just happened to see one of her boldest ideas.

Think of it as if Martha was joking with her.

“Why don't you show me?” Brando asked.

“I…”

Brando was silent for a moment and guessed what this young girl was thinking. He thought about it and said, "Miss Antittina, you are my staff, and you recommended this to me yourself. In that case, shouldn't it be right to make your suggestion to me? ”

“I'm sorry… I know, but at that time… I didn't know I was so childish that I would…” replied the nobleman Jinjin, her head was almost down to her chest. Of course, the merchant lady on one side isn't so ashamed anymore. In fact, she's still trying to insert a phrase: “Brando, it's my fault. Don't bother with Antina all the time.”

Brando didn't let her take a breath to death, but she thought she was lucky to have separated Tiger Bird and Naminis. Otherwise, she really couldn't sustain the so-called 'majesty of the superior' right now. He took a breath and ignored the girl. Instead, he continued: "Miss Antittina, everyone has moved from childhood to maturity. But the difference is, not everyone has a brain like you, and if you give up this opportunity simply because of childhood, then I'm so sorry that Lord Martha took such good care of you. ”

When Brando was finished, he saw the aristocratic young lady looking up at him.

“A man's insights are always limited. Though a tiger can help me solve many problems, he is experienced, but in a way he is far less than you, Miss Antitina.” Brando pointed to the head: “So I hope you don't put yourself out of this circle, and I want you to help me, and I'm sure you can -- so will you?” In fact, he didn't just say those words to comfort Antina, he knew he was now possessed of a sarcastic halo - it seemed a little scary, especially for a girl like Antina, who had such a good heart, that the blow to confidence was enormous. But Brando knew that his prophetic perception was only temporary, and even if he had not changed so much about the history of the world as a whole, this ability to predict the situation could only last a few years at most.

A few years later, players started to get involved in weaving the history of the world, which is the biggest difference between the world in the past and the world in the past. Without the participation of the player, there must have been some consequential change in the direction of history, when his experience and knowledge in some games, while still applicable, would probably have significantly diminished his ability to predict future situations. In fact, this time this copy evolved into a perfect drama, and he was given an alarm bell. Brando began to realize that he needed some help. He has never been a top fighter or a top leader in past games. Of course, the former can be remedied through experience, while the latter can only find alternative paths.

He has a future goddess of martial arts, but that's not enough - at least Antitina can tell from some details that he can't compete with the power of the whole thing. He looks at this nobleman and thinks he deserves it. Perhaps there are some gaps compared to 'clergy', but it should be more than enough as a staff member.

Antitina stayed, and Brando's ‘I'm sure you can...' moved her deeply. For the proud, there is really nothing more precious than trust. Though Brando was still perceived as comforting to her, the girl took a gentle breath and nodded conscientiously - her nod was not just a promise, but a determination - and of course she was willing and willing to participate in his wishes.

Brando didn't expect his words to make such a difference, he just thought he at least dispelled the other's doubts, and in his view Antitina seemed a little too introverted. But he looked at Roman and asked, "Do you have any more of those disintegrating crystals? ”

“Lord, you know what?” Antitina was stunned again.

“Cough, something like that...” Brando coughed, wondering if there was anything like it in this era? Isn't it a coincidence that the girl in front of you invented the disintegrating crystal? But he was vague: “The Tower Wizard had something similar, so I was just asking. ”

“What a coincidence," the nobleman whispered, “the name I gave it is also a disintegrating crystal. In fact, I did it with the core waste of the Magnetic Conduction Device, because it worked by breaking through the solid legal framework of the material world with magic to activate the elements quickly, thereby creating an explosion. So I gave it that name. ”

You really invented it!

Brando couldn't help but look at this nobleman twice in the eye. Although phased out late in the Second Black Rose War, the early period had had a huge impact, so much so that the players agreed that it was an explosive in the magical world. Unfortunately, the structure of this thing is too volatile to be conducive to transportation and storage at all, and it appears to be less powerful in wars of gradual escalation at a later stage.

“Anything else?” He asked.

“And some more," Antitina replied immediately, "Lord, if you need me, I can make some overnight. ”

“Made overnight?” Brando was stunned, wasn't it? How did he take at least half a month to make this thing?

When Antina nodded, Brando almost thought history had changed, so the young lady invented something else. Craft time to cure disintegrating crystals in just a few hours? It's a little lighter, isn't it? However, as he was about to ask, he saw a tiger waving at him in that direction, eagerly.

Why is this guy here again? Aren't they cleaning the battlefield with Red Handed Soft Sisters? Brando stayed for a while, but when he saw the latter he seemed a little impatient to come up, he immediately said to Antittina: "If I could, I'd like to have one or two hands. By the way, this thing is unstable, isn't it? ”

Antitina looked at him surprised and nodded, feeling a little numb about her lord, the prophet's perception.

Brando was relieved and thought that history had not changed. He said, "Later I'll teach you a way to temporarily stabilize it, but with limited results, you'll have to do your own research. ”

“Ah?” The nobleman couldn't help but whisper.

Does he know that too?

Antitina had just thought that she had at least become a bit tough and couldn't help but get hit again. She thought she had at least some advantages in the field of magic. I didn't think Brando would know more about this than she did. But this aristocratic girl from Pragues probably didn't know that she had wronged Brando a little this time, because Brando had no idea what magic trick was. In past games, it was a skill that only deputy players could choose, and battle players like young people were doomed.

But even if you don't, it doesn't prevent Brando from knowing some ingredients and formulas, does it?

But Antina was in shock, and Roman on one side finally noticed that the only one who could take care of her had finally left. The businesswoman took a long breath and said to Antitina with gratitude: "Thank you, Antitina. ”

Antitina looked at her and shook her head in a hurry, thinking that if you don't give me any trouble, thank God. To be honest, she's kind of scared of this young lady now.

But Roman didn't seem to want to let go of the only person she could talk to, and she thought, "Oh, by the way, Antina, did you see that? ”

“That?”

“Yeah, when we were buried. It looks like there's some kind of firefly-like light coming at us from under the hill. Did you notice that? ”

“This…”

“Did you? ”

“I think so...”

……

When Brando saw the tiger, he saw the skilful mercenary captain holding the black sealed book. With a slight glimpse, this thing is undoubtedly the relic of the dark cleric, at least the three lightning-like scratches on the skin of the book have sold it deeply. But Brando was a little stunned:

Red Handed Girl is Red Handed Girl, can't believe that she can get out of the recognized ‘poor ghost' dark goddess, this stuff can be put on the forum to show off character before, but unfortunately there is no forum here, which makes Brando a little weird.

Besides, he didn't drive it.

“What is this?” He asked.

Tiger Bird looked at him mysteriously and did not say a word, but opened the book gently in front of him.

Brando only took one look, and then he went into a petrochemical state...

……

(PS. Perfect defeat of Prophet Di, all assigned to the 8th floor!!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)