The Amber Sword

The night of the Senians was a night of tranquillity, peace, and peace of mind. The forest is quiet as if it were a harbour where the mind can sleep.

The daytime quarrel also ended after sundown, and the Serbian villages were calmed down again. But outside the shadow of the campfire in the square, a small shadow crept into a warehouse on the edge of the Serbian village--

Fania took a small sip of breath, she glanced carefully to the left and right, her green eyes filled with tension - she slowly pushed the door open with her little hand, then dived in and carefully closed the door from the inside.

The warehouse was pitch-black, and only the skylights above cast a cool moonlight, and the light fell on the ground, a silver hue.

But for a true Senian, this is nothing; the blood of the werewolves hidden in the Senians awakens in the darkness, their pupils dilate, and thus the darkness sweeps away - every detail in the warehouse is slim.

Fania walked over to a pottery tank filled with water, and she raised her toes carefully and filled her bag with water, then closed the lid and glanced around.

Fania herself had figured out that she was going to the Baron by herself - that's what they said - so she could save everyone and Dad and Grandpa wouldn't have to argue anymore.

She wanted everyone to live well and not leave herself forever, like her mother.

“Mom...”

Fania sucked on her nose to keep the teardrops from falling; she didn't know if she could see Dad and Grandpa and everyone else later, but it's okay, she rubbed her eyes - thinking she should be strong enough.

It's like Mom said--

Fania should be strong soon, not always tears; even if she leaves her mother, she can live with her father, because Fania is also a child of the forest, a Senian.

Fania remembers her mother saying that to herself, she was covered in blood, but she was still laughing. Smiled so warm. She rubbed her eyes and felt the teardrops still fall.

“Fania, fool...”

She bit her lip and whispered with teardrops.

She carefully checked everything she was supposed to bring, then stopped and put on clothes and boots that only a ceremony would wear on a weekday, with her heart pounding.

A girl always loves beauty, even if she doesn't know what she's going to face, but she's willing to satisfy herself at the end of the day with this little selfish--

She thought, at this time, no one would blame her.

But anyway, whatever.

Fania had a little bit of a temperament and thought, she hung her tears and smiled a little bit proudly and badly.

And what else?

By the way, Mom's flute.

The little girl shrugged and was a little reluctant to remove the short wooden flute hanging there from her neck. She picked it up and looked at it. She caressed the flute again carefully, but put it aside gently in the end.

“It's for Dad,” she thought, "and when he sees this, he remembers Fania and Mom. ”

She blinked her astringent eyes, releasing her hand a little reluctantly, and then placed her hands on her knees, hesitating for a moment. Be ready to stand up when you make sure nothing else is forgotten.

But it was at this time that the little girl felt something cold touching her hand.

Fania trembled slightly.

She looked back like a frightened little animal, staring into the green eyes, and saw a bright silver sheathed sword in the darkness - Fania subconsciously raised her head and immediately saw the gentle eyes in the darkness - and the short sword in the other hand was being delivered to her hand.

“Big... brother...” The little girl ‘ah’ shouted, she moved one step away in a dazed and careful manner.

That's Brando.

The young man who stood in the dark was motionless, with a kind of silent encouragement to look at Fania--

“When you go out, be sure to remember your defensive items.” He replied gently.

Fania stayed.

Brando had a smile on his face, and he slowly stepped out of the darkness; he came to Fania, sat down beside her, and held up the little girl's hand - shoved a silver sword in her hand and closed it for her.

“Brother... Brother...?” Fania asked inexplicably.

“Call me Brother Brando," Brando looked carefully at the little girl, and her bravery and helplessness softened his heart infinitely; but all eventually turned into a smile, and he turned back: “So are you going alone, Fania? ”

The little girl lowered her head and didn't answer.

“I know,” Brando nodded and took a long breath: “Come on...”

Fania raised her head in surprise, but saw that Brando had stretched out a hand to her and looked at her with a crooked smile: "Brave lady, would you like a knight to accompany you? ”

Fania opened her mouth and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

But eventually the little girl blushed and nodded so hard that she was embarrassed to put her hand in Brando's hand.

Brando smiled softly and nodded at her, holding her hand long and standing up with Fania. He turned back and looked at the silver moonlight on the ground and smiled slightly:

“Well, let's go and see who the baron really is. ”

“Big... brother?” Fania turned her head and looked at him.

“Don't worry, Fania,” Brando replied calmly, "it's like the Senians are going to leave hope for their people, and I'm going to leave hope for myself; so Fania--”

“Even in this world, this time I won it for you. ”

……

Even in the middle of the night, the baron's castle was still lit with brilliant lights; in the lobby there were people, but Groudin looked in shade, his cold eyes passing through the castle's arched stone windows and falling into the dark.

And above the plain beneath the night scene, it was also a flash of light, a glory.

Seven registrars in turn stood next to the ruthless Baron, who stood by his side, but no one dared to speak. Finally, Groudin's heart bowed down and answered with a low voice:

“My lord, the mercenaries are gathered outside the city, and I fear our people will soon be overwhelmed. ”

Before he could finish his speech, Groudin, who had retracted his sight, glanced cold. The second half of the sentence suggested choking and swallowed it back into my stomach.

‘When’ a piece of noise.

As soon as the Baron reached out, he swept all the rich dinners on the table in front of him to the floor. His sudden fury frightened everyone in the room, and the servants immediately retreated cold, afraid that an unhappy lord would drag them out to hang them on the cross outside.

You know, the blood on the bodies of the mercenaries, the adventurers isn't dry out yet.

“Stupid.”

Groudin coldly said, "I'm asking you, how come Cary's cavalry hasn't come back yet? ”

His heart swallowed a sigh of spit and replied: "It was about the mercenaries who stopped him outside the city...”

“About?” Gluddin's eyes flashed a hint of cold light.

“I'm sorry, my lord, our men cannot leave the city because the mercenaries are blocked out of the city. So I didn't get any news for a while...”

“Mercenaries, mercenaries, mercenaries again, you can't think of a way?” The baron couldn't help throwing a fork in this guy's face, "he growled.“ You won't kill them all? ”

“This…”

His heart was embarrassed. His heart said that there were at least ten mercenaries outside the city. There were also adventurers. It was Martha's family without a chance to kill them. How could they possibly kill each other? Besides, I told you not to kill so many mercenaries during the day, just to teach each other a lesson —— but you didn't listen, and it caused so much trouble because you were backed up by Madara's army of the dead, and you didn't think about the consequences.

And in the end, it turns out they're dumb people down there.

Of course, if you think about it in your heart, you can say what he really said, and you're afraid it won't kill you. So just keep your head down and wait for Groudin to change his mind.

Groudin was silent for a while and was aware of the current problem. But he wasn't too worried, he just dropped the fork cold and threw it on the ground.

“Where are Madara's men? ”

“Shall we call them?” My heart immediately raised its head.

“Of course, that thing has its share, you just have to tell them the truth - I just want one result, and I don't want to see those filthy, lowly mercenaries in my territory again tomorrow morning. ”

Baron Groudin waved and replied coldly.

Did you kill them all?

It's not a small thing that everyone is changing their face.

……

But as Groudin said in his heart, the mercenaries did not all come together to seek justice from the local authority, His Majesty, the powerful lord of a kingdom.

The bonfire burned, reflecting the faces of everyone here.

The young apprentice witch looked at everyone in the room with a cold face, and his eyes swept through their faces. Among them are the heads of the mercenaries, representatives of the adventurers, and some of the scattered mercenaries: but most of these men, apart from a slight resentful look on their faces, hide their own small dials ——

The young man sighed, knowing that vengeance was already seemingly unlikely today, but with so many of his companions dead, he still couldn't swallow it.

He couldn't help but squeeze his fists, but he asked apathetically, "You really don't want to get up and fight? When so many people die, you choose a cowardly silence. Have you ever thought that our lives are really worthless and can be trampled upon? ”

“Companions, friends, comrades, they're not cold, so you're already dead? ”

But his question was like putting a bottomless hole in it and never hearing an echo.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one answered.

“Forget it?” But some people in the crowd whispered.

“What else could it be? It's nobility.” The other replied with dismay.

“Not just nobles, but lords.” It was added.

“Can a lord kill at will?” Young man angry: “Doesn't the code of the kingdom seem to have this? Can't you feel a little anger at the corpses that are still hanging on the cross, who were still your living companions a few hours ago? ”

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