The Amber Sword

Brando had a hard time getting his mind together, but when he raised his head again, he couldn't help but look slightly, because he saw Count Barry standing in front of himself:

What does this guy want?

“Mr. Brando, is it?” The Earl of Violet closed his smile and asked seriously.

“Why?” Brando was in a bad mood to ask.

“Although we disagree, we seem to share a common position. At least I can be sure you're not on our side, right?” Without waiting for Brando's answer, the Count of Violet continues: "Of course, we each follow our own path to hope that the kingdom will move on to the path of revival, but without resentment towards each other. I recognize that Mr. Macaro's approach has some extremes, but he is only a mortal. ”

“What are you trying to say? ”

“Would you like to join us instead of complaining and practicing yourself? I hope to see such a fine young man on our side of the camp.” Barry seemed completely oblivious to the previous discomfort and sincerely invited.

That's what you always do, Brando. But he shook his head, his heart said crap, if it didn't look almost like he was standing in front of a camp, it would still be your turn to stand here and talk? You know, with the help of Ginkgo Leaf and Aloz in his hand, it's just a matter of minutes before he leaves this army behind - but Brando doesn't want it to end, and Sy and Sandford have taught Makaro and Leewoods a lesson, but even further, the two sides have to start a conflict. Brando was not a reckless young man who could not see the situation clearly. He knew that he was here to leave the Duke's army behind. Perhaps His Royal Highness would be driven directly into the army by the great commander of Anrek. One could not even risk Freya, let alone the future.

Since the other party wisely did not continue to get mixed up about the Golden Apple thing, he was too lazy to mention it, but to say what to add.

What a joke.

Brando looked at himself with a slightly more pleasant count, shook his head and said coldly, "No,” he said, nailing down the iron, but the last sentence made Barry look slightly stunned: "You'll see me soon, believe me, but not here, not in the way you wish.”

The Earl of Violet listened to the phrase with complexity and then took a deep look at Brando.

“We'll see. ”

He replied so.

* * * * * * * * *

The real battle ended with senior cavalry cadets led by reserve officers, and when Freya arrived, a junior freshman like them, in fact, there was only one job left to clean the battlefield. The young girl, like others, arrived far from the battlefield and saw the hedge-like carriage on Central Forest Avenue, surrounded by a platoon of silver-armed knights - many of their companions' bodies beside the horseman, but even then, they wouldn't let anyone near the carriage insist on dealing with the wounds on the dead and their companions.

So the battlefield is divided into two distinct colors - silver and purple, undisturbed. There are corpses everywhere on the avenue, as well as in the forest, close to each other occasionally making a terrible cry, or the royal screaming of gold and sons - in fact, the senior cadets in front did not kill everyone when they passed the battlefield, or even deliberately, leaving many seriously wounded behind. But all but the necessary living creatures must become cold corpses, a task left to freshmen cleaning the battlefield.

Many are fearful and even disgusting. Young people, like Freya, who had been promoted from the guards and militias, were much better off. She merely guessed the identity of the people in the carriage and buried her head to concentrate on her work. Count Bakerberg's second son followed him blue-faced. He should have thrown up before, and now this young man is powerless to dry.

He held onto a cedar and looked admirably at Freya, who was clean and clean, thinking she was a girl of character.

“... do you know who that is?” He gasped.

“What?” Freya asked back, slightly confused.

“Carriage. ”

The girl from Bucci countryside looked at the carriage in confusion and her bright eyes showed her confusion, shaking her head.

“The symbol on the carriage is the sacred beetle, which belongs to only one person in the kingdom. ”

“Hmm?”

The young man looked at Freya in amazement, thinking you didn't even know that. How did you get to Wang Li College? But then he realized that he was not pretending to be such an innocent man, and had to shake his head and say, “Master Leewoods, the chief court wizard of Eluin. ”

“Ah!” The girl was surprised.

Count Bakerberg's second son shook his head: "But if it was Master Leewoods in the carriage, we wouldn't have had to do it. So the carriage may be someone else, but there are not many people close to Master Leewoods who can borrow his carriage, except for His Majesty the King today, who is his only student. ”

“Your Highness?” Freya couldn't help but stare over there. Although she was just a country girl, these common sense knew.

The young man nodded.

But they were talking, and a black horse suddenly ran over them. The horseman flew through the forest quickly, but seemed to beam, turning the horse's head back in front of them - then stopping in front of them. Freya slightly raised her head subconsciously with the young man around her and saw that beautiful and indifferent face.

The head on Snow White's neck seems to be a fine piece of art, and even in the north of Corcova it is difficult to see such a perfect face, with a curve on the tipped jaw as if it had just come down from the scroll. The so-called beauty of the North, celebrated in the poetry of the bard, is unexpectedly thought of, perhaps, as a result of this.

Girls' eyes seemed to be a pair of cold purple crystals, and the Northerners had more or less Minor blood, but it was quite rare that they were so pure. Her lips tightened, the two fine eyebrows of Liu Hai under her full head slightly picked, then slightly disgruntled, giving a sense of insignificant laughter, straight and thin nose beams as if they represented the girl's extremely rigid character. But for a moment, just a slight chill.

She looked down and slowly swept away from Freya and fell again on Count Bakerberg's second son.

“Your name is Freya? ”

She stared at Count Bakerberg's second son, making the latter feel as if he was a snake in the grass locked in the sharp eyes of the Falcon and cold. But when Nimaisie opened her mouth, her low, cold, slightly dull voice was asking Freya.

“Yes, yes. ”

“Your training in riding and swordsmanship is excellent," Nimaisie said in a low, magnetic voice: "I've heard about you too, but if you want to fulfill your wishes, you better stay away from these scum -” the young girl rides on the horse and looks back at the young man with a disdainful look, bluntly speaking.

Both of them were stunned.

Count Bakerberg's second son frowned and subconsciously said, “Sister Nimatis, if you say so...”

But before he could finish his speech, he heard a slight chill and a slight cold in his neck. The corner of his eyes had just touched that cold reflection on the blade of the snowflake, and the young man discovered that Nimatis had fallen on his horse, the long sword sheathed out on his neck, and the whole movement was stiff, even as his hand had just set out a stall with his own words.

“Am I allowing you to intervene?” Nimmasis asked coldly.

The young man was sweating cold behind his back and could not say a word at any time.

“What's your name?” The young girl asked again.

“Sang, Zangny...”

“Class. ”

“Sister Ni, Ni Maisis, I-”

The sword in the girl's hand slightly approached her and interrupted her: “Report sir. ”

Count Bakerberg's second son swallowed a sigh of spit and replied with horror: “Reporting sir, I'm a second-year student and I haven't had a class yet -” He hardly dared to say one more word and used all his strength to squeeze it out with rigidity.

Nimaisi's sword was sheathed, and almost no one could see it clearly. She turned back and looked indifferently at the young man who touched his neck and cursed loudly in his heart. The purple eyes were a disgrace that was not concealed, but when asked, it was an unquestionable command: "Well, soldier, I command you to shut up ——”

Then she turned around and fixed Freya with her hands a little twisted collar because she'd cleaned up the battlefield before, and patted her shoulder gently, softly saying, "Remember what I said, it's no harm to you.”

Freya didn't move and didn't know how to say it.

Should I, thank you?

But really good, will you be the same person? One day. She couldn't help but think about it.

……

“Who's that? ”

Half-Pokémon Princess turns back and whispers to the young humanity on one side. Her eyes went through the window of the carriage and always fell on the side of the woods - the entire conflict between Count Bakerberg's second son and Nimatis happened to fall into the girl's eyes. She opened the curtains with one hand and looked at the two girls in the woods with a glimpse of familiarity.

“Mrs. Miller's daughter, I presume, is related to Grand Duke Rune. She has a good gift and is a hard-line member of the royal family and should be trustworthy.” Sir Begnin answered with only one glance.

Listen, the young man is a fool, and the young girl smiles, “Of course I know Nimmasis. She's my best friend, Begnin. Are you too tired? ”

“I'm sorry. ”

That's the embarrassing answer, Bergnin.

“I mean the other one, you know," Half Fairy Princess asked again, "I think she's a little familiar--”

“That's Everton's daughter--”

A gentle voice came from outside the carriage.

With a slight glimpse of Griffin, a slight surprise flashed in her pale silver eyes, she turned back and whispered, “Lord Ovewell? ”

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Then came a low laugh: "It is the old minister, Your Highness, who seems to be a moment late. ”

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