The Amber Sword

“Silver elf?” Brando leans over his body and holds his chin with one hand, "of course, but my friendship with the Silver People was one of the last cards I could use, and before the final moment, I would try to avoid throwing it out.” He asked, "Anything else? ”

Antitina sees a faint yellow letterhead under the young lord's pen - apart from sheepskin and saffron, most of Tonigal's paper comes from some sort of 'paper tree’ in the Goran-Elson region of the south. The locals call the tree ‘Duweijin’, meaning that it produces gold. Most of this paper is delivered to the abundant provinces of Ambesseur, Sifah or Korkova. Today, however, this trade relationship is unilaterally interrupted by the onset of a civil war - a blink in the eyes of a young girl, reminiscent of the current situation. “My lord,” she raised her head: "Do you want to--?” Speaking of which, she suddenly frowned: "But even if the princess is weak, she doesn't necessarily see us. Besides, the Royal Party is clearly more reluctant than we are to offend Count Denel. ”

“In one sentence, Antina,” Brando folded the second piece of paper and rubbed it into a bunch, "but what if it wasn't borrowing, but unloading?” He said as he threw the paper out.

“Unloading force? ”

“This letter is for Griffin. Corcova. Her Royal Highness Princess Orphis said," Brando replied, “The point is to find a slight breathing opportunity under the heavy pressure of impervious air," he flipped the tip of his pen, pushed the feather pen and letterhead flat over it, and pushed it to the noble maiden, “you write. ”

“A letter to Her Highness?” Antitina took the pen, took a gentle breath and pressed the tip of her hand onto the paper: “How do you write? ”

“The format is set, the contents are written,” Brando punched a thumb, “On the 17th of Autumn, written in Toniguer, Baron of Cold Cedars' territory —— here's Griffin. Corcova. His Royal Highness Odyphus. During the battle the night before yesterday, the late army of Mota from the 'Lord Black' Installon side, bypassing the four southern collars, launched a sneak attack on Cold Cedar Castle - not only causing heavy casualties, but also martyring Baron Groudin the battle. And as a duplicity of the Baron's hospitality, the pioneering knights of the kingdom, and the lords of the Valhalla region along the way, the despicable assumed an obligation to temporarily assume local defense. After one night of fighting, the Dead Spirit has been repelled, but in order to prevent another incursion by the Dead Spirit, from this day on, I will temporarily lead the defence and administration here," he paused, "until the arrival of a new lord personally appointed by Her Royal Highness -”

Brando looked at the aristocratic girls burying their heads and wrote seriously, and the pen tip sand whispered like a whisper.

“Go on," he said, "and here I am questioning the responsibility of Count Denel to conceal information about the presence of the Undead Army in the South on the part of the Stallone and the failure to allow Madara's army to cross the Four Collars silently. Secondly, I hope to have the understanding of Her Royal Highness and, finally, attach a magic stone recording the images of the battlefield, as testimony to the elucidation of this statement. ”

Antitina raised her head slightly, "Demon Stone?” She asked, "How did this come about? ”

As soon as her voice went down, a 'firm' knock sounded outside the door--

The young lord raised his head and opened the door with a sound. Flo came in, the sister of the elf sisters —— the girl looked up at the two people in the house and walked over to Brando. “Lord,” she replied flatly, placing a fine patterned grey white stone ball in Brando's hands, "what you want.” Miss Pokémon wore a bundle of leather armor today, with a simple short-term, thin blonde braided plate behind her head, and the whole person seemed to come from somewhat skilled sources.

“Checked?” Brando asked.

Flo nodded.

Antitina recognises that Flo has exactly the 'Magic Stone' - a magical object created by the wizards and craftsmen of Buga using mysterious magic guidance techniques that can record and transmit video messages. In fact, long before the Silver Alliance was founded, the Wizards and Craftsmen discovered that a quartz could record the images in a short period of time (within a day or two), but the Silver Folk introduced them into the formation, creating a 'magic stone' that could hold them for decades; the magic stone was not uncommon, but the aristocratic girl looked at the young man carefully - “Lord prepared all this before yesterday," she thought, "Lord impulsive, but not reckless...”

Brando took the stone ball and said to Antittina, "With this letter, we have to look at Griffin. Corcova. Her Royal Highness Orphis reacted, but Her Royal Highness was a wise man, and I am sure she will take advantage of this opportunity. ”

“Are you familiar with the princess?” The aristocratic maiden grasps the center of the problem with her unique acumen, "Lord? ”

“Is it not mature and firm enough for a young girl who can leave the dark stream of Korkova alone and dive back to her own territory and use the power of the King's Party to oppose her brother?” Brando turned back and replied, "Antitina, don't forget that she is under sixteen this year,” he stopped, "taking 10,000 steps back and saying that no one around her will be deaf or blind, the king party that has gone through the court struggle will not be able to see the meaning behind this letter. ”

He picked up the letterhead from Antina and bounced the letterpaper 'Sounding'. “Let Count Denel's serpent mouse sway between the local faction and the new and old Royal Party, and all parties will be happy to see such a variable of ours appear to put pressure on him," replied Brando, “so the key to this letter is not whether it's true or not, but how true it can be. The Royal Party's possession of this letter is an opportunity to force Count Denel to make a statement...”

“At a time of weakness, choosing to be a chess piece is a good way,” Antitina frowned, "but once Count Denel is turned against the Royal Party, we will be abandoned...”

“It's not that simple,” the young lord shook his head, "and made Count Denel an old fox, born with caution, how could it be easily laid by one side. He has a soft personality and, once under pressure, anger is replaced by vigilance. In this way, at least temporarily, our stress will be relieved. And in the long run, whenever there's a chance of wheezing, there's a variable for us ——” he flies the letter, "In the end, power determines destiny. ”

The nobleman glanced at him, but then drowned his eyelids. Brando told them privately that he was just a pioneering knight, but a pioneering knight where could he possibly know so much about secrets? With regard to the aristocratic family tradition, only the specially educated aristocratic disciples would be able to do so. Though the mystery of the young man is unraveled one by one, Antittina is increasingly convinced that he must have a story.

Not just her, I'm afraid most followers of Brando think so.

“But we killed his son,” said the elf girl, a little confused. "That's it? ”

“For an old-fashioned nobleman, children are nothing compared to status and power.” Antitina replied quietly, "Groudin is not the only descendant of Denel, but in the honor of his family, he will not rest in peace. Sooner or later, we always have to face the army from Jean de Neil. ”

Brando nodded in agreement with the noble young lady. “Chess pieces must also have a value for existence," he replied, "if we are to show Her Royal Highness that we can put pressure on Count Denel, and if we do not even have the ability to stand on our feet, no one is willing to venture on you. ”

“Venture capital? ”

“It's like a gambler's bet.” Brando explains, "savvy gamblers don't just believe in luck. ”

Both girls nodded and said they understood. But Brando dropped the letterhead, opened the drawer, and took another letter out of it, and said to Antina, "Also, Antina, copy this letter again. ”

An aristocratic maiden.

“This letter is for Letto and they will be followed by a battle between us and Groudin's minister and Count Jean de Neil.” The young lord replied, "Now I can count on only the mercenaries out there, whether they can count or not.” He looked out the door, "you know, I don't like to rely on uncertainty, so I need them to drop the original plan and come and join me here. ”

Antitina opened the letterhead and read the contents, flashing a little surprise in her eyes. She thought about it and suddenly looked up and asked, "What are you going to do with the Green Village people? ”

This is also something Brando has been thinking about, and he can see that the werewolves are willing to follow him, but they are afraid to talk because of their low status. However, he did not care, as Green Village had a population of more than 300 people, half of whom were black iron because of their natural health and their survival in the dark forests of harsh environments. Leaving aside other factors is also a powerful aid. So he thought, “For a while, the Eruins may not be receptive to the Senians," he replied, "the only way is to get them back to Green Village temporarily. By the time I find that place, I'll need a lot of population--”

“That place?” Both girls were stunned.

“A fantasy country called Valhalla, soon you'll understand," Brando lights the desktop with his fingers, "and, by the way, what happened to Druid. I haven't asked you, Antina. ”

“It was just a coincidence," replied Antitina. "I didn't expect them when I inspired the Green Villagers. But I think--”

She looked up at Brando.

“They're looking for Fania. ”

“Fania? ”

Brando frowned slightly.

(pS. almost straightened out, erupting tomorrow. Double the next month's ticket, find yourself thrown out a lot. Continue to request subscriptions and referrals.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)