The Amber Sword

The mining area is crowded with bustling crowds, workers and adventurers, all entering the mining area in an orderly fashion under the surveillance of a group of cavalry, in order to speed up the crowd in three columns.

Brando glanced at the map, silently noted the topography and markings, and folded the parchment into his arms. He looked up at the team in front of him, and more than twenty mercenaries had been successfully mixed in, and the cavalry patrolling at the door could not be more vigilant.

This is about the reason why Schafflund has been at peace for too long, and even though there has been occasional bandit harassment in Tonigal, these dead rarely dare to penetrate the mine. Forced by the prestige of Count Denel, on the one hand, and irreparably, on the other.

Brando's gaze into the lush mountains, where Cecil, Metisa and Utah may have infiltrated, and one of the worst of them has at least silver strength, and it's not hard to avoid the attention of soldiers upstairs; while Roman stays in Schafflund, where two holy angels protect at least not too much to worry about.

Then Brando heard the cavalry in front pulling his throat and screaming, "Next!” With a strong accent in his voice, he knew it was his turn. I hurriedly lowered my head and walked forward. I thought they would at least do a little searching. I didn't expect a cavalry with a bright silver pointed helmet, but my eyes swept over everyone's head, and when I saw no one carrying a weapon, I let them go.

“I knew it, maybe Utah could mix them in in with another man's costume,” Brando couldn't help shaking his head and thought, “It just seems like the Golden Swordsman's alertness doesn't get there either...”

That's good news.

After crossing the checkpoint, the surveillance became more relaxed, and Brando looked around and quickly distinguished among the crowd the mercenaries in costumes - of course, the so-called costumes, in fact, were simply unarmed - of course, he did not immediately and recklessly walk up to rendezvous with his men.

Though adventurers are not without groups, their line of work brings together more than twenty people, which in any case is enough to arouse suspicion.

Besides, everyone has left a way to communicate, not in a hurry.

Brando has accomplished all sorts of tasks in the Sword of Amber, but without such a costume and then deep into the enemy's heart, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and unnamed excitement for a moment; just to think that he is now a kind of guy with a first-degree strength in gold, he has some subconscious peace in his heart.

Yeah, although in past games, it was a golden thing like a dog, elements walking all over Warnde.

But today, after all, it is only the end of the year of flowers and summer leaves. The Black Rose War, which began this year and ended in a hurry, has only just lit the fires of war on the earth. In this year, there are, I'm afraid, a few people under the age of twenty who possess the first-class power of gold.

Brando looks to one side, silently observing the surrounding terrain, and the right is to appreciate the view. There is only one goat-intestinal trail between Schaffrend and the mine that runs through the mountains - then on this path, you can occasionally look beyond the semi-mountain-waisted woods and see the mountains of Grahar stretching toward the Tonigal side.

It was like a line of dark blue mountains drawn out of a blue canvas by water, and trees were like spotted ink dots, waving over the mountains.

Extremely pleasing.

He raised his hand again and watched a strange texture grow on his palm, temporarily unable to bear some trance. It seemed like such a long journey, but in retrospect it was only a few months away.

As if it was yesterday, he remembered himself as the anonymous guy. In just a few months, however, he had a companion, a power to depend on, a subordinate, even a territory of his own - everything as if it were everything he believed in, step-by-step control of a knowable future.

Until the unknown fate between this ancient kingdom and itself is changed, yet this giant ship has begun to turn around, seemingly no longer sailing into darkness, but with a glimmer of light.

“It would be nice if you knew all of this.” Brando laughed in his heart.

But a special landscape that passed broke his mind, and Brando noticed that it was the corner of a tower that was exposed between a dense canopy of trees; he saw the soldiers guarding the shiny pointy-top helmets, looking farther away, and every mountain had such a tower.

“Compared to the loose attitude of the cavalry outside, the defensive layout here is arguably tight.” Brando thought that, at the same time, printing the positions of these outposts with the maps, he knew that the adventurers had not deceived him.

That map cost 3,000 totales, but it still looks like it's worth it.

Brando looked at the distance without a word and restored the surrounding terrain in his heart. But it was when he concentrated, suddenly he felt a man hit himself behind his back, and he turned around and saw a teenager pass away with himself.

The teenager didn't think he was going to hit anybody —— or that Brandomine seemed like a much bigger young man than he was, but it felt like he hit a mountain, and the huge reaction almost made him fall aside.

It took the teenager a few steps forward to steady his steps, and he held his chest and gasped, apparently in a fright; but immediately he looked up and looked at Brando with some surprise.

But the surprise quickly turned into an apology. “I'm sorry.” Juveniles suddenly realize their fault, some embarrassed to say.

Brando looked at the teenager - wearing an adventurer's costume, a leather garment with no other advantages, the only advantage being durability - but it looked barely durable.

“If you're sorry, give me back my stuff.” After a pause, Brando replied.

These pickpockets he sees so much in the Amber Sword that in the game he can catch this guy without the skill, especially now he is a real golden swordsman.

Now this body, with the power of the Golden Swordsman, is much more comfortable using it than it is using the system to achieve this step in the game.

When Brando spoke, the apology on the teenager's face suddenly returned to his surprise, but he immediately laughed: “Did you find out? Amazing!” When the teenager laughed, he revealed his snowy teeth and was not cunning to be exposed. Instead, he took a bag out of his clothes a lot.

That's Brando's purse.

“It doesn't matter." Brando took the bag and replied, “Next time you do it, be gentle, and,” he added solemnly: “Pick your target! ”

The teenager nodded hard, but he was a little curious: "Are you an adventurer? I don't think so! You're a foreigner, aren't you? But you seem to know our rules, don't you? ”

He shook his head again: "But I agree with you when you say you have to pick a fat sheep. But this time we didn't expect you to be so young, I feel you're responding much faster than Maher! That guy always brags about bulls-- that's right, man, where are you from? ”

Brando didn't know or was interested in knowing who Maher was in this guy's mouth, he was just a little bit uncomfortable with this guy's self-acquaintance, and he thought, "I've been to a lot of places, and in fact, the rules of the bandit union are the same everywhere. But since you returned the money, I don't want to make a big deal out of it. No one wants to blame a bunch of people for nothing...”

He speaks only of experience, and these insights are likely to be similar in today's Warnde to a seasoned, walking adventurer, but can be said from a young population, which is somewhat demonic.

“Besides, it's hard to get involved with people like you.” At the end of the day, Brando ended up like this.

The teenager didn't feel comfortable, or rather a little happy, as if Brando was complimenting him. After listening to Brando, he showed his curiosity again: "You said you've been to many places. Impossible, you're so young? ”

Brando shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

But instead, the teenager showed interest, and he simply backed up with Brando and said, "My name is Joca. How about you? ”

But Brando didn't answer the question, but the teenager didn't care to raise his hands behind his head and asked with interest, “Are you telling the truth? Are you saying we look like thieves? What would a thief's club look like? ”

Brando glanced at him and replied, "They do the same thing as you do. ”

The teenager picked an eyebrow: “I heard there was a war going on out there. Is it true? ”

Brando was depressed for a while and thought you really thought I was Pepsi. And he thought, "Are you from here? Why are you so interested in what's out there?” He heard from his accent that he should be a native.

But this time the teenager mysteriously hey hey smiled and said, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask. Then I'll leave you alone. I'll talk to you sometime--”

Speaking of which, he lagged behind and turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

But how sharp Brando's gaze was, he turned around and saw the teenager go into the crowd with another group of people his age. He thought about it and just focused on what they were talking about:

“I missed it, the guy was pretty good!” The first to talk to the teenager.

“Hey, so young a guy can get there great. Those adventurers in town, I can steal a few from their pockets, too, can't you, Joca?” Another voice hey hey smile, squeeze.

“You can try it, Maher.” Juvenile responded.

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