The Amber Sword

The body of the deceased was displayed in a square in the centre of the village, covered with leaves before the statue of Nya, the goddess of the mountain forest. The square was silent and the elderly sacrifice was killing the soul of the deceased, while both men and women watched the scene silently.

Since centuries ago.

Suffering has become a part of life for the Senians, because of their inability to resist, this vulnerable people has no choice but to hide further in the forest, but life in the black forest is not necessarily full of sweetness, and cold, hunger and the shadow of death are just like monster attacks.

Everyone looks at the oldest of them, their elders - for the Senians, the oldest means a wealth of experience and natural leaders. In times of misery, they were always able to lead the people out of their predicament, but this time, even this wise elder dropped his eyebrows and seemed powerless.

The old man held his cane and each wrinkle on his face seemed to have written a heavy shadow. He sighed, and a dark, dark middle-aged man with a short face suddenly bit his teeth and turned away.

“Uncle Bolton, where are you going? ”

The tall young man on the other side of the old man immediately drank him.

The middle-aged man stopped and didn't look back and say, "I'm going to get Fania--! ”

“Calm down!” Young man persuades: “Uncle Bolton, what can you do alone? ”

“I promised Sally… so even if I die, I go!” The middle-aged man replied stubbornly.

But he also understood that it was just a tone of anger, he couldn't help but straighten his back and his fists tightened every muscle in his body.

“Bolton, calm down," the old man with the cane finally said, sighing: “Sally is my daughter. Fania is also my granddaughter... we'll go back to the woods after the winter. ”

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at everyone with red eyes: "Where's Fania, and there's someone else's revenge, shall we not avenge it? ”

Everyone lowered their heads silently.

The middle-aged man hummed coldly and turned around and left. The old man looked at his back and sighed again, knowing that the other side would not really run out looking for the troubles of the aristocratic knights, and that every man in this group would not easily leave the entire community behind.

That's their responsibility.

But in any case, Bolton's departure left the crowd silent. But what can they do? The strongest man in the village is this silver master of martial arts, and there can be no rivalry from that terrible baron.

But the silence did not last too long, and the ceremony must continue. It's just that at this time, everyone saw a man fall and run in from outside the village...

That's Yor, who's in charge of security outside the village.

Everyone recognises the familiar shadow, they have to be consciously nervous, have the poor and vicious knights of nobility come back?

But didn't they already take Fania?

“Yor, what's wrong?” The old man was also slight, but immediately asked. As the leader of this group, although he has apparently maintained a deliberate calm, his hands have already grabbed the wooden wand tightly.

“Fu... Fania she...” Joel finally came to these people and couldn't help but yell, as if he had seen a ghost.

“Fania?” As soon as the old man's face changed, he asked: “What happened to Fania? ”

“Fania, she's been rescued...”

“What?”

……

The news that the little girl had been rescued soon spread in a village in a remote forest.

But Brando was somewhat embarrassed by his situation at the moment, and he had never expected his pedestrian to be so cold. He never expected gratitude for anything, but anyway, at least they sent that little girl Fania back to this village, didn't they?

But nobody thought they'd get much more gratitude than they get suspicion, much more fear. As they crossed the village on horseback, they could feel this similarity of sight everywhere.

The middle-aged man named Joel first received them, led them into the largest house in the so-called village, and told them that the elders would be here shortly. Finally, he looked at them with a fearful, complicated look and closed the door and left.

Once the door was closed, the Greywolf mercenaries couldn't bear it first.

“Heh, what attitude--! ”

“Yes, I knew I wouldn't be here.” Another man said.

But they also know that this is just a statement, because the young lords have made it very clear that this is their destination. It's just that they don't know why they're coming to this remote part of the country, and they can't help but stare at Brando.

Brando just laughed.

Because Antina also looked at him with a spectacular eye.

“Less bias will make you more comfortable.” Young people have to say so.

“But they did flee that war, Lord.” The sister in the back elf couldn't help but ask in crisp terms that this little girl has been following Brando unintentionally for some time now because she seemed to find the young lord capable of coping with her endless problems.

It's just that my sister can't...

So she couldn't bear to ask, although privately she had been taught many times. But as it is now, she still can't help it.

“Tia!” The elf's sister bit her teeth and hated not being able to strangle her favorite sister, always causing her trouble. Then she looked up carefully at Brando, and luckily the young man didn't mean anything by it.

Antitina shook her head: "I don't care about this, Lord, but..."

“Yes, I know, fame.” Brando nodded.

“My lord, since you know...”

But Brando shook his head again: "But you know what, I don't care. ”

“My lord! ”

Brando shook his head.

But this is when the knocking sounds abruptly. Everyone was flat, and immediately a mercenary pressed his weapon and walked over carefully to open the door--

The door was open, but there was no one outside.

“Lord Lord? ”

The mercenary who opened the door was slight.

“What?”

The mercenary turned away strangely, revealing a basket of berries outside the door. These fruits were only removed from the forest at first glance, even with dew water left over from the forest in the morning, as well as leaves.

Everyone beamed and then silenced face-to-face.

Brando had a slight sigh in his heart. Though suspicious, there is also gratitude, except that the misunderstanding between the Eruins and the Senians is too deep and deeply entrenched.

“What shall we do, Lord Lord?” The mercenary asked.

“Put it away.” Brando replied.

Even so, his eyes couldn't help but cross the door and stay in the square outside - today's Green Village is truly very different from his own memory. That village, which exists in memory and is full of weeds and fractured walls, is now filled with traces of struggle and blood, although it has just undergone a brutal attack.

But at least it has a human aura.

He looked at the tall wooden statue of Nia in the centre of the village, and the gods that the Senians believed were carved to life - the gorgeous mountain goddess in a fur robe with short bows and a tennis basket full of prey and guar fruit - symbolizing the harvest and crop harvest in the culture of the mountaineers.

And looking aside, in fact, the Senians still live in conical huts made of stone and wood, rather than the barbarians who live in tents, as the rumors describe. It's just that their culture has long been lost in the woods, and there's only one legend left of the Senian ‘night walker'.

But their relationship with Druid remains as close as it was centuries ago.

By the time he thought about it, the mercenaries had closed the door again. But the complaining voices have subsided, and even those of the Grey Wolf mercenaries who have traditionally despised the Senians, Jean de Nell, cannot bear to rethink the relationship between the two at this time.

This did not last long, however, as the knocking sounded again.

But this time it wasn't the fresh fruit that came in, it was Brando, the long-awaited--

An elderly man with a wooden cane, the young man recognized at first glance that it must be an elder in the village, who knew the customs of the Senians well. And the dark-skinned middle-aged man on the other side, Fania, snuggled up beside him —— that must be the little girl's father.

“Thank you very much, foreign guests. ”

Brando had not had time to react, but the old man had bowed down deeply and offered them a gift.

The young man frowned slightly and replied: “Please don't do this, it's just a favor," but he stopped and opened the door to the mountains and said: “Besides, I actually have one thing to ask you for a favor...”

The old man and the middle-aged man next to him looked at each other and nodded: "At the request of the adult, Joel has already told us. This is not a troublesome thing for us. ”

Brando heard the phrase and looked up at him. He knew that the other party was lying, and in fact, entering the Black Forest at any time was a dangerous thing, and that even their group of people should be prepared to enter, and that ordinary people like these people, especially in the depths of the forest, could almost be described as dying.

But the elder of the Seniah spoke a lie.

“Who are you going to send?” He couldn't help but ask.

“I'll go." The middle-aged man looked at his daughter, then looked at them and nailed them down and answered.

“Pizos?”

The little girl immediately raised her head and asked with surprise on her back.

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