The Amber Sword

When Brando saw the crystalline tears roll off Sydney's face, he stopped:

“What's the matter? ”

But the teenage girl let the tears slip like she didn't hear, and it took a while to react. She first sucked her nose and stopped the broken emotions, finally realizing that she had lost her temper, and her cheeks became bloody for a while.

“Nothing, because, because it hurts so much...” Sy, some reluctantly replied: “Lord...”

Brando's heart was filled with tears, and the thought of this excuse was a little too awkward —— does it look like it's crying because it hurts too much? Let's just say it's more appropriate to hide the fact that you're already panicking!

He's not a fool, he's implicitly guessed what a teenage girl thinks. Although he did not know what Sy thought of the rest of the Grey Wolf mercenary corps, Makaro, and his own, it could be seen that the apparent silent rhetoric did not mask the girl's escape from the past.

Rather than accepting everything that exists, she stays in the memories of the past - as if she had an instinctive fear and mistrust of the outside world - if she left everything she was familiar with, she would be surrounded by a great sense of isolation.

Brando doesn't know exactly what Sydney has been through in the past, but he does know that what ‘Coyote’ Makaro did must have caused this girl tremendous harm.

“Can you stand up?” He threw away those thoughts and asked.

Sydney nodded weakly, but she tried several times, even holding Brando's hand, but the severe pain kept her from whimpering and kneeling.

Brando was a little impatient to see the red-haired girl crying and biting her teeth off as she tried. It's not that I've never seen a woman cry before, but Sy's strength is more impressive than those golden ladies in the game who can't move and have red eyes.

At least he's a man.

“Stop insisting, I'll carry you!” Brando said.

They cannot stay here too long, although they do not yet know what happened to Kuran and Metisa, who are sealed on the other side. But if the old man was allowed to return to the surface before them, this operation would have failed altogether.

So you have to compete for seconds.

“How is that... okay? ”

Syd's stuck, but how could a lord do something like that? Maybe Makaro would, but now she knows it's to buy people's minds - just as the big captain didn't smell her in the past - and she didn't understand why, no matter how good she did, she didn't get as many eyes as Eko did.

But then she finally realized that even the buyer's heart needed to be eligible to be bought. Of course Sy won't be jealous of her loved ones, but she can't help but be disappointed.

A guy who doesn't even have the strength of silver may not be as good as Reddy in the eyes of the captain. When I think of the young man who had been killed by Brando with white hair, the red-haired girl's heart was disgusted.

But why this young lord?

She is now powerless and has no reputation in the rest of the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment, not as good as Sandford. To say that the lord spyed on her body, she thought herself less beautiful than the businesswoman who had been declared to be Brando's fiancée to the outside world.

Even Brando confined himself to a little physical affection, let alone himself.

“No...” She thought about it and shook her head hard: "Lord, you go first, wait until you control the mining area and come back to save me...”

She stopped and said with some hesitation: “I am a mercenary and no one can be too scared. At most, my lord, you should leave me a lit crystal...”

Brando couldn't help but cry and look at Sydney's face with a clear fear. He wondered if he could find a way out, but even if he was lucky, it would be at least a few hours before he came back. Not to mention the danger of leaving a defenseless girl here. Perhaps the most important thing is the danger of deity if he stays away from Sy.

But he thought about it, not to be blunt, but to be polite: "You lose too much blood, it's dangerous to stay here. ”

“It's okay," the red-haired girl shook her head: “It's Lord Martha's will, and it's not necessary for you to carry a drag -”

She paused and her voice weakened: “Thank you, Lord, for not leaving Sy, that's enough...”

The girl gasped and suddenly a little bit of a hard smile appeared: “So... I can't be so selfish, can I? ”

Brando was a beam when he heard it.

He looked into Sy's eyes as beautiful as Amber's - even with a hint of water mist in it, but after all, it was bleak and gloomy, and suddenly his heart understood.

Such a wonderful girl wouldn't have had such a fate if she'd been in Warndesan's time.

But did Vaughn ever settle down?

Amber Sword sets this world up as a world of strife, turmoil, because a game requires a turbulent environment to write epic chapters, but what is epic? The world is nothing but flames burning down the earth, white bones piling up, blood flowing into rivers.

Warnde, whose borders are constantly eroded by civilizations, is increasingly at war, and humankind has become more collective because of the need for survival, on the one hand, but more functional and practical, on the other.

The consequence is that the presence of the individual becomes insignificant.

The warmth between people is long gone, and society as a whole is formed with a cold smell, ruthless and efficient.

Although in Eruin there has been growing resistance because incompetent nobles have taken control of the country, such resistance is not intended to overthrow the system of the world. Ultimately, it is also because the people at the bottom generally doubt the legitimacy of the ruler - a legitimacy that has nothing to do with descent and whose only criterion is strength.

The strong are respected, and the weak seem to deserve self-destruction.

Brando, as a modern man, although not against the former, dared not agree with the latter.

Just as he knew that Sy's story was not an example in the world —— there were tens of millions of Sys here —— just as there were tens of millions of Fanias, and if it weren't for him, the little girl in Green Village wouldn't have gotten there any better than the red-haired girl in front of him.

Isn't it?

Even more so, there are far more unfortunate people in this world than they are.

His inability to change all this is not the same as changing the fate of the kingdom of Eruin. It is a resistance to the will of the world itself, which not only represents the power of a vast society, but also forms the natural law of that power itself.

After all, this is a different world than Earth.

Brando's selfish desire was to save the kingdom, and he didn't think much about whether it would hurt more people - who might come from other countries in the world, Madara, Cruz - or even oppression of the kingdom itself.

Brando wants only those he knows, His Highness the Princess, the goddess of martial arts, and more people who have given their lives for this kingdom, and the tragedies that have befallen these people will not be repeated.

Rewriting history, that's all.

When a tragedy like Sy happened to him, he didn't think he could turn a blind eye.

So when Brando listened to the girl, he shook his head slightly: “You think too much. Am I that incompetent? ”

“But...” Sy hesitated.

“An excellent captain would not leave any of his members behind -" Brando thought he should say something similar to this, which he remembered or told him when he handed the team over to him.

But when he found himself open and couldn't take himself seriously, he shook his head and made an awkward joke: "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. ”

But Brando was about to cry out of his heart after saying it, and felt like he had disgraced the crosser's face.

Si was no better than there. Her face was completely red and she shook her head quickly: “Of course not, it's just...”

“No, just anymore.” Brando felt really freaked out that he was going to say it again, and he simply straddled Sy with his hands without a word, despite the fact that the latter was scared to shriek.

Sy, the whole thing's gone.

She never dreamed that Brando would come hard, and she thought in a mess: "He, he, he just said he wouldn't take advantage of me -!” But the girl immediately buried herself in her chest like an ostrich, her ears dangling with a red heart, and she couldn't say a word.

She thinks this is the legendary princess hug?

When she was in the mercenary corps more than once before, she wondered if Ike would one day hold herself to the temple, but this little luxury had long since emerged as a beautiful fantasy.

But this red-haired girl would never have thought that one day someone would actually hold herself like that. It's just that this person is not the one she imagined, and the dark, painted tunnels around her are just a little too weird.

But when she leaned her head against Brando's chest like an ostrich, her heart beat so hard, she somehow felt at ease.

“Lord is not like most people I've met," she thought, "nor is Ike. By his side, there is a strange sense of reassurance and trust. I'm sure this feeling is the same for Antina, and so is Miss Roman, you can feel it...”

Suddenly, Sy seemed to understand why more and more people had gathered around Brando in just a few months, although it had nothing to do with this young man's personal abilities -- but Warnde, more than he had a background, more capable people.

But today she finally found out why.

She softly ‘cut’ and thought she was lucky enough to follow such a lord, as if Lord Martha hadn't completely abandoned herself.

The prospect of just losing her power or making her feel a little dim, Sy knew she wasn't a genius, and it might not be that simple to recover that power.

But she shook her head and threw the idea away. One day at a time, Brando's every move had completely relieved her.

But when girls think that, they don't know that they may only have a few days or even hours to live.

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