The Amber Sword

“It's a little unusual here.” Gail said. The afternoon sun falls on the dead leaves, and the light of the surrounding woods is constantly changing: "My Lord. ”

“There is a legend amongst the mountain folk that there is a great deal of silence in the forest, because there is a goddess of the lake watching, and it is not easy to turn around in such a place.” Terris said that the Viscount's pale, thin hands pressed against the handle of his sword and his eyes glanced into the woods - there was a path the beast had walked.

“My lord, you're joking," Gail said, creepy. He glanced around. In the shadows it seemed like a pair of eyes were really hidden: “Chaos is on, the gods are nothing but delusions. ”

“No, Gail,” replied Terris, "I think the gods are real. ”

Gail looked at the young Viscount as if to see the roots of these heretical evils in the eyes of one another. Tester is the son of all things coming together. Those who can choose this position must be screened at the top level. Whether wisdom, talent or loyalty to the teachings are the first generation in the world. Although the character is a little volatile during the week, it is hard to believe that such a sentence will be said.

“If there is a god,” replied Gail, "then what we do is not blasphemy? ”

Terris looked at him and looked at him as if he was being cynical about the weakness of this young knight. “If there are spirits,” he said, "must they be right, I don't think so? ”

Gael is silent, which is why he realizes the difference between himself and the other person.

The young Viscount turned around and, on the edge of the forest, the knights finally dragged the boat from Little Bay to shore. “Go on,” he snapped, “in a place like this, you might encounter ghosts or something at night. There's no threat, but there's trouble.” He swept the floor with his sword handle and grey cloth horn, turning and walking forward.

Gail followed closely.

Soon after, a knight chased after him, “My lord, the 3rd, 4th, 5th and 7th squads have arrived," whispered the visitor: “We have received signals from the north before, and everyone but us has landed on the north shore. As for the other squads, they didn't seem to have crossed the fog outside. ”

Tester looked at the view of the forest with interest, as if the changing light in the woodland had fallen into his narrow eyes and had softened. “So,” he said. "Thirty-seven of us have arrived, right? ”

The knight nodded.

“Thirty-seven silver grades, plus me," he said to himself, "should be enough for a lake knight, if the intelligence is correct...”

Gail didn't answer.

The footsteps of the people sand in the forest, and Viscount Tester turns back. Gail's hand was always held tight to the handle of his sword, and the noise in his nose sighed, “How big is the island,” he asked. “My lord? ”

“Are you scared?” Tester asks, "Gail, the fisherman said," The Lake Knight will not appear outside Mount Holy White. ”

Gail took a breath and let go of his hand rigidly: "Sorry, my lord. ”

Testo smiled kindly.

A pedestrian crosses the forest and rendezvous with his counterparts in the north. They arrived beneath that holy white rock in time for the sun to set in the afternoon, and the rest landed on a white stone wall, eye-catching. The young Viscount placed his hands on the stone wall in front of everyone, and his slender fingers stroked the uneven surface along the rock, giving a rough tactile response to a sense of history.

The feeling of Sindhi was as if the king had come here with a sword and slept quietly in the forest as if he had seen it go back thousands of years.

“There's a king sleeping in it,” he said. “Do you know who that is? ”

“Acme?” Gail asked.

“No,” Tester shook his head: “Not him.” He answered unknowingly, then dropped his hand and walked along the stone wall. Soon they discovered a depression leading to the inside of the rock. Through that cave there is a jade forest behind it, known by the local mountain folks as the 'Sleep Forest'. The young Viscount stopped and asked back: "Is this it? ”

“Yes, my lord,” replied the knight behind him, "intelligence says the lake knight wandered in the forest behind him. ”

“So are your weapons ready? ”

Everyone taped the sword between their waists.

Viscount Tester nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, follow me. ”

“Chaos on!” The knights shall make peace.

……

Brando sat at the walnut desk and suddenly felt the sage slate trembling gently in his arms. Again? He slightly flashed. But for a while, the young man simply dropped the fountain pen in his hand, reached out and took it out of his arms, and flattened it on the desktop -- next to an open letterhead. The sage's tablet, 'Wow, wow, wow,' shivered gently, and suddenly seemed to have life on the wooden table.

But after a while, it calmed down again.

Not a move.

“What's the matter,” Antitina asked, winking slightly: "Lord.” She sat quietly on an aristocratic high back chair next to Brando, lined with the sun outside the window - with an elegant sitting end and a beautifully groomed neck like a swan. Brando looked back at her and went out of his mind.

“Nothing,” he said, gently pushing down the tablet with his hands - but still nothing. “It's about another low-frequency resonance," Brando thought, "something that's been happening lately.” Speaking of which, he opened the drawer and put the tablet in. Then he pulled out a feather pen from the ink bottle, but because his thoughts were interrupted, he didn't know where to begin for a moment.

Brando rubbed his forehead horn and had some headaches.

“Are you writing to Miss Freya?” The aristocratic maiden looked at the letterhead on the table.

“Yeah, headache.” Brando replied, "But the real trouble is just beginning.” He looked up again: “You said," Antina, what are we going to do about Count Jean de Neil? ”

Antitina lifted her eyes and some looked at him in disgust. “I thought you had a way," she replied. "Why didn't you ask my opinion when you were going alone? ”

“If I give up,” Brando smiled, "you'll be relieved? ”

The aristocrats turned back and simply kept their mouths shut.

“Arrogant.” Brando thought. He stabbed the paper with a feather pen tip and asked: "In other words, what do you mean by what you said to the head of the mercenary group? ”

“On the face. ”

“I don't think so,” Brando shook his head, "you complained in your heart. I understand, but you and I both know that you're not a talkative person, let alone say so much in front of an outsider.” He picked up the parchment and rubbed it all the way out the window, "Isn't that clever, Antina? I'm so lucky to have a man like you--”

Antitina looked back at him with a glimpse of appreciation in her eyes.

“Because the Lord thought of subjugating the mercenaries," she replied, "I would not make a choice. ”

“So don't blame me?” Brando took a sigh of relief, "thank God. ”

“Never blamed,” the aristocratic girl smiled shallow, "just abandoned and a little angry.” She frowned: “Instead of talking, I'm more worried about not keeping up with you, my lord, and I don't know, maybe there's something deeply ingrained that keeps me away. ”

Brando laughed, and the thought of having a heart wouldn't go too far - but he didn't say it - but took out a new piece of paper. “So you got an idea," he asked, "Miss Staff? ”

Antitina nodded. “Almost," she said, "adult soldiers are at risk, and I'm afraid the general approach will not solve the danger that follows. But when it comes to the struggle between the nobles, there is nothing more to be done than to unleash and borrow. First of all, it depends on what we can find, but I'm afraid not by tradition, and we're shallow, and others won't risk offense to Count Denel to accept it; but we can consider his enemies, not to mention that we're too small in weight ourselves, and that what we do has challenged the rules of the game -” she's a little embarrassed, thinking: "What's left are the more irrational choices. For example, the Southern Legion, Madara, is not unthinkable.”

Brando shook his hand. “Forget Madara,” he replied, "you tell me about the Southern Legion. ”

“The alliance of Count Denel with Madara will certainly not go beyond these reasons," replied Antitina, "to weaken the Southern Legion with the help of Madara and, secondly, to suppress the power of the mountain people in Denel, I'm afraid, have you noticed? Madara's Undead Army has yet to cross the Lake of the Goddess mineral pool. According to information coming from outside, the areas where they are most active are also within the autonomous areas of the mountaineers.“ As a result, the Southern Legion is isolated and helpless, "she said," and I'm afraid I hate Count Jean De Nell, who has ignored them. But most of the areas where the Southern Legion is stationed are barren, or in the mountainous forests, the biggest problem they face is a lack of supplies. And if we can form a defensive alliance with them, not to mention a confrontation with Count Denel, at least we can make sure there's nothing to worry about. ”

“You mean Madara? ”

The aristocratic girl nodded.

“The solution is a good one," Brando painted on parchment paper pointlessly with a feather pen, his eyes focused a little outside the window, as if thinking about something, "except that the Southern Legion has so far fallen into a muddy hole and has long since been disconnected from the outside world after the Battle of Madara. Even if it does not exist, it is a question of how to reach them, even if it does.” His pen tip stopped and took a breath, "we couldn't hope for luck, so this could only be considered as a backup. I can send people in the direction of Mount Grauls, but until I get any exact information, it's only an insurance tool. ”

He turned around and said, "Is there anything else you want to think about? ”

“How about a silver elf that grown-ups know, can you help?” Antitina asks, "If you want to borrow, they're the biggest help...”

……

(PS. The plot behind the design, even today.)