The Amber Sword

“He's showing us his good intentions.” Makaro replied succinctly.

“Kind of funny.” The Earl of Violet laughed, and the young man, though impulsive, was not reckless, which was indeed interesting; and it seemed to him to be truly wonderful to receive this letter at this ingenious time.

This is clearly not a coincidence.

Barry looked up at Makaro beside him and thought the old fox must have seen it too. But what do they want?

If you want practical support - paper alone is not even a letterhead, it's a bit naive. Those who can send such a letter will certainly not be so childish.

But if all he wants is a commitment from the Royal Party and the Princess, how is he going to resolve the actual crisis that followed?

Vague teeth can't resist the thousands of armies...

The Earl of Violet suddenly aroused tremendous curiosity, a young man who was dangerously and inspiring when he was walking on wire. But what's even more interesting to him —— for the first time, he can't see through the results of one thing.

Interesting.

“All I wanted was for us to keep him out of the rain," Leewoods frowned: “That's such a good thing, Your Highness, but if we agreed to him, it would be a great offense for Count Denel. ”

Princess Griffin frowned, making the name Count Denel not a reliable ally for her, but more like a knife suspended behind her back.

But after all, the old man hasn't shown his attitude. As her teacher said, it would be unwise to force him to his side.

“Huh, an old fox.” The half elf girl rubbed her forehead with some agitation.

“I don't think that young man will know that," Macaro thought, interposing, “how much he and Count Denel weighed in our hearts - he will not fail to understand. ”

“Lord Makaro, you mean--” Princess Griffin sighed slightly, her silver eyes slightly brightened. She looked at the letter on the desk.

“If so, why is he sending this letter?” Makaro asks back, "I don't think it's meant to ridicule the intelligence of all of us--”

The playful words made Count Violet smile.

Princess Griffin's divine color also softened a bit.

Only Leewoods grunted softly.

“Exactly so, the so-called windshield also means two layers,” Count Barry agrees very much with Makaro, "I think this young man has shown us his good intentions, but he is not counting on us, and he knows his identity very well. ”

“So what does he want?” Master Leewoods' snow white eyebrows were slightly picked and somewhat puzzled. Although he is the chief court magician of Eruin, he has devoted his life to learning deeper magic techniques and lacks understanding of the struggle between the nobles.

“What does he want? Didn't he make it clear?” The Earl of Violet smiled.

Even though Master Leewoods is not good at mocking people's hearts, it is, after all, wisdom to get to this point on the path of a wizard, and with a few reminders, he comes to his senses: “Are you saying that he wants us to acknowledge his words? ”

He frowned, and although he had no impression of the young man, he had to say that if he could get the goodwill of the other person, the investment would still be very affordable.

The old man understands his identity - he is first the court magician of Eluin, the mentor of the half-esque princess in front of him, and then the wizard Leewoods, whose personal good and evil must be placed behind the interests of this group.

“You don't have to admit it, default is fine.” Makaro sees Brando's intentions most clearly among all: “The young man has a clear goal, which is to target Count Jean de Neil, but he must avoid attracting all the people to attack him. ”

“But his behavior is already challenging all nobles, and no one has ever dared to seize a legitimate noble territory, a precedent -" the old man shook his head with some apprehension.

“This young man did not take possession.” Count Barry shook his head and said with some laughter.

Makaro glanced at him and wondered why the Count of Violet, who had never had any preference, preferred that young man. But he replied, "It depends on how others understand it, and most importantly, how we understand it. Sometimes an excuse and naked tearing of the face are two completely different things," replied Makaro. “Did His Royal Highness read the magic stone that records the information? ”

“I've seen it.” Griffin nodded: “There is indeed an army of Madaras, not just a little more than a half,” the half-Pokémon girl whispered softly: “I don't want to ask more about the grubbiness between Count Denel and Madaras, but...”

She has not finished her remarks, but the meaning of dissatisfaction is very clear.

“Well prepared.” Count Barry is talking about Brando, and he's starting to admire that young man.

“Then let's see what we can get out of it," Makaro said with a serious look: “We can't give up Count Jean de Neil, the young man knows that very well. But one thing surprised me. ”

Everyone looks at him and waits for the next sentence of this cunning fox.

“He seemed to see our relationship with Count Jean de Neil, and his layer meant wanting to be a chess piece. ”

“Chess pieces?” Master Leewoods is confused.

“Awesome!” Count Barry's eyes lit up and he didn't even see the meaning: “This is a good chess step to force Count Denel! ”

“Yes,” nodded Makaro, unlike the surprise of this Earl of Violet - he was somewhat surprised, not to mention how Brando guessed their views on the surrounding forces within the Royal Party, that this vision of the Eruin power was enough to compel him to raise his guard implicitly: "This young man has shown us at this moment that Count Denel will not be unaware that there are no secrets between the nobles-”

“Well," he continued, "what do you think the old fox would think? What kind of situation would he face if he were to throw himself on the Grand Duke's side at this time? ”

“Enemy on the back of the belly. ”

The Earl of Violet listened to this quietly and couldn't help but look seriously at the two whites around him, but the wind did not diminish the past leader of the King's Party, can't help but think:

Only this person can see it so thoroughly, after all, Ginger is still old and spicy.

“But what good would it do him?” Princess Griffin nodded her approval after listening to Makaro: "Willing to be one of our chess pieces, he will not fail to understand that if Count Denel were to turn against us, we could abandon him at any moment. ”

Master Leewoods suddenly heard Makaro say that he didn't think the young man was disgusting, but the old man hesitated: “The young man seems to have a certain fondness for us, he may not be willing to turn to us, and at this time only we can cover this up for him -”

Count Barry looked at the old man and thought that scholars were scholars, so he could never be a politician. He said, "This young man wants to be simple, he just plays the balance game. He's on the team, and he's convinced that Denel won't throw on our side--”

“What a gambler.” There was a sound coming from outside the door, and the knight outside opened the door and let a nobleman in a mink coat come in.

That familiar face, Makaro, was slightly flashed —— Ovewell, when he was still in the Royal Party -- he was just a brilliant young man.

But at this moment, the impulse and sharpness on the otherwise young face has receded, and the temperament has become more stable and sharp.

Ovewell glanced at Makaro and bowed slightly to the princess: "Your Highness,” then greeted Makaro: "Lord Makaro. ”

Now Ovewell's position within the Royal Party is hidden higher than that of Makaro, who has been in the wild for years, but this humble gesture of the other party makes Makaro very popular.

He nodded and smiled: "Lord Ovewell. ”

“You're welcome,” Sir Wolf raised his head and replied, “Just keep talking about it. I don't think Lord Macaro and Count Barry's analysis makes any sense, but when asked what the young man wanted, I had something to say--”

Quiet down in the house.

Everyone's eyes are on this uninterrupted guest, especially Princess Griffin. Because of all the people in the room, only she knew that only this Ser Wolf knew the young man named Brando best.

Beating Ferwell around for a week made him smile: “Some people are not worth a piece of chess, they are vulgars. Some people unconsciously become others' chess pieces, which are fools. ”

“But like this young man, he took the initiative to become our chess player. ”

“Chess player? ”

“Yes, even though it controls only one piece of chess, it's also called a chess player. Just on this game, he's been standing at a height with us.” Ovewell stopped: “He's a chess piece, so why don't we just try and have more resources? ”

Everyone is silent.

“So, Lord Ovewell, you mean he's going to be part of the game," even the half elf girl felt a little strange, and she took a slight breath: “Isn't this a white wolf with empty gloves, that's a little too offensive. ”

“Yeah," Sir Wolf shook his head and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes with the cunning fox Makaro: “The helplessness is that we have no choice but to accept, because his proposal is the most advantageous option for us. ”

“Cunning guy.” Master Leewoods shook his head and suddenly felt that he should not be involved in this discussion. He rubbed his forehead.

“So what should we do?” The old man asked somewhat wearily.

“and thin mud is fine.” Sir Wolf, a hammer. "Remaining--”

He smiled. “Just watch the little guy perform. ”

A show?

Everyone was incredible, and even Ike, who had the most confidence in Brando, could not help but worry. One is a young man with nothing, and the other is Count Jean de Neil, a cunning and powerful man.

Perhaps Brando has a Silver Pokémon behind him, but the Silver Pokémon has made it clear that they will not meddle in the dispute within Eruin.

So where does his confidence come from?

Of all people, only Princess Griffin looked thoughtfully at another report on the table. There is only one simple phrase in that report:

TONIGUEL, Sir Mintai FAILED - (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)