The Amber Sword

A group of aristocratic cavalry in the district naturally did not have the right to take them to the local lord, a baron lord of Eruin.

Although Brando claims to be the 'Viscount of Stingaon', a nobleman traveling from the North to this day, the stamp procedures forged by the cripple are complete and even more exquisite and authentic than those issued by the House of Lords of the Kingdom. However, nobility has a noble shelf, and temporary waiting is necessary for both sides.

The streets of Cold Cedar City are stretched out like nets, often tiled with crimson clay in the south, so overlooking a juicy rooftop - the Baron's Castle is at the center of all the streets. From a hotel in the heart of the city called The Fist of Bravery, you can see the high spikes of this blue-grey castle, which has been built by humans since the time of Ansen.

In the midst of brutality, mankind relies on castles and fortresses to defend itself against the attacks of beasts, monsters and barbarians.

Baron Groudin's official invitation arrived after Brando's travelers had eaten at the hotel. Guided by a group of aristocratic militants, they entered the castle's interior - but there was no feast, and as soon as they entered the castle gate, the first thing they saw was two platoons of elite guards, dressed in heavy armor, standing neatly with a long trite in their hand and without expression.

Brando looked around and thought of a big ranking, and could see that the other party intended to give them a disembarkation horse. But ridiculously enough, even the old guards of the Pokémon have seen it. What is this?

Young people walked blindly. As soon as he appeared, a man with a scar on his face appeared and reached for Brando's shoulder, as if to leave him behind. But unfortunately, his hand could be put up in the future, and his wrist was tight —— the girl with the long red hair behind Brando had grabbed his wrist, and the amber in her eyes was staring at him like she was locking a prey, and she said coldly:

“Out of the way. ”

Sydney's hand has thrown the instructor out as if he were throwing a sandbag. Everyone heard a muffled sound accompanied by a low wail.

“Stop him--! ”

Two platoons of heavily armored guards changed their faces and immediately pulled up on their shoulders. They wanted to stop that young man who had not stopped hoping for good, but the reality was so cruel. Brando moved forward, and as soon as they met him, they were struck out.

As if they had met not a young aristocratic man who seemed to be of high quality, but a dragon.

70 Power, silver superior strength, in the time of Ansen, Brando was a member of the Young Knights of the Kingdom. In one step, you can enter the core of power in the upper circle. But since we were born into chaos, this is a different path.

But it is surely unprecedented.

Brando moved forward, and at one point a table pong rang in the courtyard, and the heavy-armored guards fell backwards and fell into one piece. But the young people also couldn't see these mourners lying on the ground, walking to the second gate of the castle.

The door was closed, and perhaps those who were prepared to open it for him were lying on the ground moaning at the moment. But it doesn't matter, since nobody opened the door to him, Brando didn't want to kick it open - he remembered how he used to go into the council chambers.

‘Bang’ sounded loud and empty, with the empty hall in front of Brando.

……

“Ouch, that's rude! ”

Behind one of the arch windows above the castle, a middle-aged man in a robe lifted the corner of the curtain and watched with interest the next scene - though exclaming, the green grey eyeballs lit up. He held a high foot cup in his hand, with a bright red crystal crisp as blood. The middle-aged man shook his wrist, causing the edges of the liquid to fluctuate and change, coinciding with the other side of the cup.

If Brando could naturally recognize this person's unique eagle hook nose here, it would be as if it were the lineage of the Denel family that would give rise to such a shady face. Middle-aged people have deep orbits, their skin is like the common pale and morbid color of all the noblemen, their eyes lack vitality, but their beard is vibrant.

“At least a silver lower strength, about twenty years old.” Baron Groudin touched his horn with his hand and slightly curled the edge, "he asked. ”

A man with a long body shook his head behind him: “He didn't do everything he could, and that little red-haired girl wasn't easy. But do it, about five or five, but don't do it. ”

“Of course," Baron Groudin touched the glass window with his hand, chirping as if it were a toast: “Knowing that my name was still trekking so far, I think there must have been something coming. However, the necessary lesson to be given is that well water does not offend river water. ”

He put the curtains down and turned back: "What happened to what I asked you to do? ”

The man bowed slightly: "Man has been sent out in the morning, no accident, he can come back in the evening. ”

“That's best.” Baron Groudin threw the glass out at will and dropped it next to a dead woman by the bed. The bloody red liquid splashes out, then it infiltrates the fibers of the carpet, and the dark red carpet becomes darker and more red--

“This was requested by the father and must be done perfectly. ”

What he was thinking about was when the immortal would decide on the successor to his territory, but what disappointed him was that, as if he were older, Count Denel had become more and more intelligent. Otherwise, he would have poisoned all his brothers.

Those idiots.

He thinks.

……

In the center of the hall lies a lamp carved in dark red crystals, exquisite and almost luxurious, with inscriptive elements in the crystals - so naturally magical objects; the dome is decorated in the style of a vintage Ansen religiosity, with celestial stars, mythological legends and saintly scrolls from the top down, with 180 cylinders at the bottom, symbolizing 180 constellations.

When Brando met Baron Groudin himself, each of them sat at a long square table in the middle of the hall; Baron Groudin was under the dagger, while Brando was under the only constellation just south of the Witch's Throne.

A number of people also attended the banquet, mostly local gentlemen and noblemen, in addition to Baron Groudin's knights. Most of these men, with the exception of a small number of honorary nobles who were sealed after the Corcova dynasty, were capable aides to Groudin. But Brando knows that this guy's really not here yet, I'm afraid. Those people either hide their tails or simply rule for him.

Though small, the Tonigle area contains more than twenty large and small territories. Each territory is ruled by a minister loyal to Groudin, and a tier down is the tradition of Vaughn.

The baron announced the banquet after the cold, smiling flesh of both sides, naturally dusting the so-called 'Viscount Tinskang'.

The dishes served by the servant can be said to be rich, but Brando's travelers taste the same chewing wax; Sy and Tiger Bird can say that they are not at all relieved to eat, and Antina's face, though not revealed, is actually very nervous.

She wondered to what extent Brando and Roman would not be in the mood to taste every dish on the table, and she would only look at the table full of dishes wrinkled and frowned, not in the mood.

Noticing the nobleman's golden expression, the Baron of the Seat moved slightly and asked, “What, does the young lady think there's something wrong with my hospitality? ”

Quiet in the lobby.

Antitina was surprised; but when she raised her head, she nodded in a calm spot: "Lord and Lady are obstructed from talking about identity, but as a caretaker, I have no qualms. To be honest, these things are a little too general...”

When Brando heard a cry in his heart about Goodjob, he thought Antina could tell he was mounting the shelves. But it's so level, it's like a slap in the face of the so-called Baron Groudin. And it's not a good bird guy who can't argue with it for a while.

He is a lord, naturally not good compared to someone else's entourage, not to mention a woman.

But Groudin just smiled, and the others were chilled. Middle-aged people stare at Brando with dark eyes beneath their deep orbits, and Brando responds to each other with a belligerent eye in no time. What he's going to play now is a young nobleman who's traveling without anyone in his sight. Young aristocrats like this are everywhere in Eruin, and it's because of the ordinary that they don't get suspicious, and in terms of the legitimacy of documents ——

According to the cripple, it is the Viscount of Tinsgang himself who checks these documents and first doubts whether he - not Brando - is a fake.

“It's the best, even in the whole of Pragues-- no, you can't find a better craftsmanship than that in the whole South. I spent a lot of money on that, and it guaranteed you unhindered access.” The guy is so exaggerated.

Baron Groudin ended up with a gentle smile on his face: "Lord Viscount is from the North, I'm sure you won't get used to the climate in the South? ”

When he asked, he changed the subject.

“For a knight in a kingdom, climate change is nothing. As for the weak generations, who cannot bear this grinding, I do not think they deserve to be called aristocracy.” Brando replied without mercy and with a gun in his hand; just that he felt like this image was more in line with his nature. Is it really a journey in his subconscious mind?

Everyone in the lobby is nitrogen, it's repeated in the face, they can't help but wonder who this young man is.

But only Baron Groudin smiled, and the formatted expression was arguably circadian. He laughed, “Naturally, young people can't compare to our old bones, but it doesn't matter if they don't eat well. I have a gift for you. ”

A gift?

Brando flickered and wondered what the hell was going on with this guy. In fact, what he wants to do is to scare each other and then leave. His territory is already within walking distance. It's not too late to come back to this guy later.

… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)