The Amber Sword

“It's more than important. ”

Brando said he picked up the ring gently from Flo. He looked closely at the staggered sword pattern on the ring, his fingers rubbing against the cold brass edge, a slight touch in his heart - secondary snake-shaped rings, rear wind rings, flame rings and warrior rings - all filled with positions on the trilateral side of the magic triangle area, and he remembered that in past games, it was only during the year of the Holy White Lion Vulture (1378) that this feat was accomplished. The magic ornaments in Amber Sword are so rare that even the legendary RMB fighters will probably not be equipped to do so until three months later.

On the other hand, apart from the weapon on hand, the remote backup weapon has a brass shale bow and accompanying soul arrow, up to ten magic ornaments alone, three necklaces and four rings of the Rock Corps necklace, Flame Star, and the Dead Ghost necklace, in addition to the Lion Heart medal, elemental bracelet and three amulets, let alone the Soul Treasure Diamond with its own black wooden statue, the magic reserves cannot be abundant from the player's point of view in this period just past the first Black Rose War.

Unfortunately for him, however, he had never acquired a genuine core piece of equipment - such as Yamakawa's power, a powerful piece of equipment that could change the composition of a character's career - but he was so dark that he knew it was enough to be proud of himself. Again, because of Flo's presence in the team, he couldn't help but look back at the sister among the elves.

“Why?” asked Flo, "Lord. ”

Brando shook his head without answering, and he had put the ring on his left index finger. With the ring on, the data on the retina is constantly changing. Power Burst, White Raven Swordsmanship, Front Breakthrough All three skills gain an extra +1 level, quickly fixed to: Power Burst (10 +1), White Raven Swordsmanship (5 +1), Front Breakthrough (5 +1), where the Power Burst gains Master Bonus after more than 10 levels, the attribute has become three times more Health consumed in the next move, gaining 10% and an extra 15 Energy Power Boost. White crow swordsmanship and frontal breakthroughs both gained expert boosts - Brando swung a sword to the left and the wind pressed ’boom' to leave the sword, but after leaving the sword, it no longer formed a complete half-moon shape as in the past, but scattered into a giant net - it went forward, the giant net ‘brushed’ through the center of the courtyard, the sharp edges of the fish as if they were reflecting the light in the air, sparkling light, they tore a layer of air, the sword wind swept through, and then both looked at the thousand sores of holes, leaving only the bare trunk of the tree degenerate.

The chipped blades swept off the ground.

“Damn, widespread assault,” Brando scolded in his heart: "How did I not know there was such a perverted sword technique before, and does the court of Eluin still have such a legacy?”

“My lord.” Flo held the book and his eyes flashed: “Is this court swordsmanship? ”

“It's just a coincidence.” Brando replied.

He put away his sword, but saw a red and white figure coming. Sy and Metisa were resting in the next room, hearing Brando's wind pressure explosion, and they saw Brando standing in the corridor, glancing at each other, and they said, “What's the matter, Lord! ”

“Nothing, just practice swords.” Brando replied.

The red-haired girl frowned and looked at the bald old tree in the courtyard - she would have loved it because she would have felt an unknown sense of silence in the courtyard. Like the leaf on her head, it always gives her a sense of peace of mind - but she opens her mouth and can't blame Brando for anything but a slightly dissatisfied look at the young man.

Brando looked at the red-haired girl and didn't see any discontent in her eyes, just saying, "Exactly, Sy. Follow me out for a walk. ”

“Where to?” The red-haired girl's long gun was loose and slightly stunned.

“Go to Cold Cedar City and get out of town. ”

“Just us? ”

“Around the same time as Kronsia and them.” Brando replied.

“What about me,” Metissa pressed her hand against her chest and asked seriously, "Shall I come with you, Lord? ”

“You stay in the city, Metissa," Brando looked at her, shook her head, "and the dead left not far behind, and I'm leaving some people in the city to guard against them falling into thin air. Though fighting for nothing without purpose, in case things change on the battlefield, I also want to be in case. You and Charles stayed in town, enough for two. ”

The Fairy Princess was not surprised, but nodded quietly and stood back. Sy glanced at her and thought of something, but hesitated not to say anything, and she dropped her long gun and walked up to Brando: “So where are we going, Lord? ”

“Dungeons. ”

“Dungeons? ”

……

The dungeons of Cold Cedar Castle fit most people's imagination of such a place, pitch-black, dark, with a rotten smell in the air and occasional runoff of a mouse - often bigger than a cat - on a bumpy slab floor. Founded in the Green Years, some 240 years ago, Eruin had to deal with border threats, so the dungeon was originally built to hold the barbarians in the forests captured during the war.

Today, however, it is more used against those who cannot afford to pay taxes. The poor, the poachers and the small nobles who have offended Groudin have all been indiscriminately accused - sometimes even skipping this step and throwing it in here. These days of lawlessness usually last for years in prison, and Eru's penal code, which was enacted during the most difficult period in the kingdom, appears to be harsh because its provisions against the lower population have hardly been revised over the centuries.

In fact, in the environment of the Cold Cedar Castle dungeon, not a few of them died of illness.

But after an overnight battle, Brando had ordered Antina to let out most of the dungeons that had come in because they could not afford to pay taxes, so the often overcrowded dungeons seemed rather quiet at this moment. The sound of footsteps runs through this pitch-black silence and occasionally hits the chains dripping from the ceiling, making a noise.

Berru caught this footstep sharply, "Here we go again.” The old man breathes steadily - his footsteps are steady and strong and he maintains a steady and even pace; it does not look like the prison guards are scattered, and since last night the prison guards in this dungeon seem to have replaced a group of people. The footsteps of the newcomers were not the same: they looked more like soldiers from the battlefield, steady and able, but there were slight differences - his eyebrows suddenly moved slightly.

Footsteps approaching.

Beirut has a near-instinctive acumen in dealing with soldiers for half his life. He hears footsteps stop not far away, and then he makes a noise in the dark - that's the other side opening the door. The door leads to the area, the old man knows the area, but there's only one prisoner left. He can't help but think, is the other person looking for him?

His heart could not bear to beat violently.

Shouting, the chain fell to the ground. Shortly after, the first ray of light passed through the corner and spilled in front of his cell. Berru stared greedily at the light, even though it stung tears in his eyes, but he still couldn't move. He remembered how long he hadn't seen the light, and he hadn't even known it since he got caught in here.

Have you changed lords?

But he couldn't help but whisper softly in his heart that the people of the Denel family could have any better people.

But the fire finally threw in the shaking light, and Berru moved a little, and he drowned his head and let the messy hair cover his face, motionless. But just moments later, he heard the voice of a gentle young man, which shook him up like a thunder. “Berru. Houston, Lord Golden City, King's Party, I thought you had died in the Everton rebellion. ”

The old man raised his head as if he had been bewitched. He looked at the young man, who he had never known, with a stiff body and a pale face. The light of the torch in his hand had shrunk, but he still couldn't help but ask with a dull voice: "Who are you…?” Old people are confused. Brando's not wrong. He's the one. Houston, Lord Golden City, because the Royal Party failed so badly in its last struggle that even the then Supreme Leader of the Royal Party, Lord Everton, was implicated in jail, let alone in such a small role. At that time, he was informed that he had fled the capital and had lied about his death in the military chaos of the night - but that was precisely why he had escaped because he was not an important player in the party.

Later, he came to the border of the kingdom, hiding his name and waiting for the day when the royal party would rise again. But Groudin was thrown into a dark dungeon for a small thing that he didn't expect. He thought he was going to spend the rest of his life here, because little characters like him don't care at all. I just didn't expect that one day, in this dark prison, someone would scream out their original identity.

Even Groudin doesn't know who he really is.

It wasn't just him, Brando opened his mouth and even Flo and Cee looked at him in surprise. It's like this young lord always brings them curiosity, and the puzzle of the two girls is that it's like there's someone that this lord knows everywhere, and a man with a lot of knowledge can say that he has a strong memory. And relationships are so broad, you know, Brando is only in his early twenties, and they seem a little bit like demons. Unless, as Antittina had guessed, the lord was a huge unimaginable family behind him.

But Brando just smiled a little, “It doesn't matter who I am, I'm neither King's nor Grand Duke Anrek's," he laughed, "and it has nothing to do with the Jeannel family. ”

The old man, sitting in the cell like a beggar, looked at him with a slight glimpse: “Then you are...”

“You can think of me as a party, Master Bloom," Brando took the water bag from the mercenary behind him and handed it to him: “But my goal is the same as yours. ”

The old man looked at him with some gratitude, and Brando's move reassured him. He took a sip of the water bag and asked, “What do you mean? ”

“Zhongxing Eruin. ”

“Zhongxing Eruin?” Berru looked at the young man with some scepticism, his palms dried up like branches and put the water bag down, "If so, why not join the King's Party and help the Korkova family?” He suddenly stopped and looked closely at the young man, "or did you say, standing by the Sifah family? ”

Brando shook his head, “I have my position,” he replied, "I have my own means, but it doesn't matter, I came to you to ask you to join me. ”

“What can I do for you, an old man?” The old man's eyes glistened and asked sharply.

“Master Bloom, you are Eruin's master craftsman, good at armor and forging. Am I right?” Brando asked.

“You want to raise a militia?” Berru's eyes were heavy.

“Almost. ”

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