The Amber Sword

As Brando spoke of Fania, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open without a sign. The young lord stopped in his mouth and was slightly annoyed by who was so impolite. He turned around and saw the most unique of the three faces outside the door —— the man's dark skin had a rock-like edge, his eyes deep beneath his white eyebrows were light gray; his hair braided into a bundle and pulled behind his head, falling on a bear coat, "Sir, you can't at this time --” the words at the door forced into the mercenary's mouth stopped, and he looked back with regret at the young lord, "My Lord, they. ”

Brando waved at him, indicating nothing. Then he looked up at each other, and the tall Druid stood still by the door, and he recognized the Druid as Andrew, one of the elders of the Deadwood Parliament; the two people behind him were called Red and Ram, respectively, the younger generation in the forest.

When the mercenary retreated, he closed the door at will and the room calmed down.

Andrew gazed sharply at the furnishings of the house, as the overnight battle had just passed and the room had not yet been rearranged in time, thus maintaining the old, darkened reddish style favoured by Baron Groudin, except that the thick carpet smelled like some kind of stinging nose that forced Elder Druid to frown.

When the guards left, Antina finally stood up angrily, “What are you doing?” Despite her petite body, she looked at each other weakly and asked: “How can you just barge in like this?" ”

Brando sighed and thought, "These animal guys don't know how to deal with people in the civilized world all day long. But he stopped Antina and saw Fania behind the three Druids - and every time he saw the little girl's head, seemingly a raw vine, seemingly vibrant, waterfally green hair, he couldn't help but create a fresh, amazing feeling - Fania hid behind the three Druids, tall as bears, and smiled at him. Brando's expression softened a little, so he said:

“So, what's this all about? ”

He can already confirm that these Druids are here for Fania. Druid in the forest is a special force in the Sword of Amber, who abide by the covenant with Nia (①) and live in the black forest outside the boundaries of civilization. In addition to documenting the effects of Magic Month on animals in barbaric areas, the growth of Black Forest (②) is monitored. However, Druids in some areas have good relations with the local population and occasionally come out of the forest to warn of the incursions of the local monster tide. But it's just that Druid from Deadwood Parliament certainly doesn't belong in this category, and they're here, and it's definitely something that's going on in the woods —— it's just something that doesn't relate to a little girl like Fania.

“Lord Viscount,” Andrew answered, “we are here to take Fania. ”

Brando wasn't surprised, "What do you mean?” He asked and went to see Fania. But the little girl avoided his eyes and nodded - which made him feel a little strange.

“So,” Brando looked at three Druids, "what brings you to me? ”

“Yes, sir,” said the young man who had been standing behind Andrew, “although we consulted Miss Fania and her father, as well as the Green Village Elder, Miss Fania insisted on obtaining her consent before leaving. ”

“Is that so?” Brando looked down at Fania.

“Yes,” replied Fania softly, "Brando. ”

The young lord looked at her and at Andrew again. He thought about it and felt stranger and stranger, “So what's going on?" He simply frowned and asked. “Let's just say it. ”

“Miss Fania asks us to align ourselves with you, Viscount,” Andrew's pale grey eyes cast on him, unchanged, as if to measure one part of the entire Eruin archaic aristocratic system. He said, "Because you're said to be in trouble to save her,” Andrew's hard Krutz is quite powerful, “we thought about it, not unacceptable, but on a few conditions--”

“Wait," Brando frowned, waving to break each other's words: "I'm not interested in human trafficking, and you'd better tell me the whole story. ”

The room was quiet, leading both Antina and Flo to look back at him.

Three Druids glanced at each other before Andrew said, "Okay, Viscount. It starts with why the three of us left the forest this time, because of the prophecy of the saints in the forest," Brando hears a slight picket here, but the patient continues to listen. Elder Druid went on to say: "In the revelation, it was mentioned that a little girl inherited the will of Lord Nia and will be born on this land.” He stopped, "... and we think this little girl is Fania. ”

“Apocalypse?” Brando responded softly - in the world of Warnde, God, though he became law, had the same will to influence the world. When this will intervenes in the history of mortals, a divine message is sent down, which is the prophecy of the saints. But when he looked at Fania, he first thought if Druid was lying to him, but Druid would never joke in the name of the Forest God, unless these guys were fake —— but of course they weren't fake, and Druid's magic couldn't hide Brando's eyes.

The news surprised him. If Fania was born desperate, would she not be the chosen one? Brando went on to think of Groudin's actions against Fania, and perhaps Madara's dead spirit had learned something from this apocalypse. Still further, perhaps the Baron also received the wind from those bone skeletons, so that the mystery of the past could be explained, it would seem that making the connection between Count Denel and Madara more than just mutual use… does not exclude the possibility of deeper alliances from this divine message. But it's not just a Nia thing, I'm afraid, that an Oracle is involved in the death of Druid and Madara at the same time.

Brando had to think that there was no difference between the Goddess of the Forest and the Spirit of Death, and that Topi Madara could only be the dragon of darkness.

In this way, things get complicated.

“How can you be sure that the man mentioned in the Oracle," Brando asked seriously, "is Fania? ”

“Sir, we have the means to confirm.” Reed replied.

“Means?”

Andrew nodded, and he immediately bent down and said to Fania, "Miss Fania, could you please turn around?” The tall Druid made a compliment to a little girl less than half his height, bending over like a clumsy dog bear, which looked ridiculous. But Fania nodded, turning around, inserting her hands from behind her beautiful little ear and separating the long hair behind her head - so that Brando could see that she had a beautiful pattern on her snowy back neck.

It's a leafy pattern, derived from a central thumb-sized emerald gem, forming a vein. When Brando saw the pattern, he barely stood up from the chair immediately, "Nia's holy print!” He shouted, holding his hand firmly under the table and consciously speaking out: “Martha up, Forest Girl! ”

Andrew nodded to Fania, and the little girl let her long hair sag again, and she turned around and smiled somewhat shyly. But the tall Druid's face got serious, and he looked at Brando, “Lord,” Andrew said, “You know the legend? ”

“You mean the Virgin in the Woods?” It took Brando a long time to calm himself down, and he nodded, "Forgot to introduce myself - I'm not actually Viscount Gunstine, that's just what I used to cheat on Groudin's identity. You can call me Brando. I am the Highland Knight. Mr. Charles, whom you met before, is my wizard." He stopped, "In fact, I have learned a lot since I learned to be a mentor, and the legend of the Lady of the Woods was heard at that time...”

Brando half-fully tore up that old lie, and the three Druids didn't object after hearing it, but had a flash of flash. The wizards learned a lot about the news, which became Brando's best pretext for covering up his identity, and Charles would never help him break that lie anyway. But when they heard the young lord continue to speak, their face changed: “The Virgin in the Woods is the founder of Valhalla ——”

“You mean Valhalla?” Andrew almost stepped over and twisted Brando's collar, but he took a step and remembered that this seemingly flat young man in a chair was actually a terrible gold-class warrior. He stopped and asked, "My lord, do you think Valhalla has anything to do with the Lady of the Woods? The fantasy country that only exists in legend? ”

“You don't know?” Brando was stunned. The Virgin of the Woods is Nia's chosen one, the daughter of the woods. The only heirs of the Valhalla bloodline, who had considerable ties to this Druid, had difficulty believing that they knew nothing. But he shook his head: “Valhalla does not exist only in legend; on the contrary, it has always existed in this forest.” He raised his head, "but I was curious that you had been living in this forest without knowing. ”

The Druids face each other and they whispered to each other for a moment before calming down. “The presence of Valhalla has been a legend in the area, rumours have it that this dusty country was one of the first guardians left behind by Lord Martha," Ram said. “No one can confirm the story of such a long time ago. But it is said that there is a ‘primitive spark' in Valhalla, and if it can be rekindled, the black forest south of Tonigal will become the preserve of order,” he couldn't help but swallow a sip of spit, "so that the work of the many Druid generations of our dead parliament can finally come to an end and a statement can be made to Lord Nia. ”

“So,” Brando looked at them, "that's what" apocalypse "means. ”

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①: Forest Goddess

②: A kind of wilderness. The Black Forest is a vast forest situated on the Vaughn border, outside of civilization. Widely spread from the south of Eruin to St. Osor, the Knights' nation of Grace and even the border of Ellanta, humankind had learned to explore and open new places of protection in the Black Forest long before the dark ages. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)