The Amber Sword

The long walkway leads to the room on the southwest side of the castle, where Charles settles Shea, whose main hue is pale green, where you can see the branches of an ancient mangrove - a vision of Tonigal in the distance - as if it were the shadow of a mountain overhanging from the top of a cloud.

By the time Flo arrived with Brando, the young wizard had already learned of his master's return to the castle and waited outside the door.

“What do you say?” That's what Brando said the first time he saw Charles.

“Not so good,” Charles replied, "Miss Roman, Antina and Metisa--”

Brando nodded and pushed the door in silently. After all, Sy's room was not a critical ward. At least the young man didn't smell a strong smell of medicine as soon as he pushed the door. There was even a slight hint of the clouds in the room. When he pushed the door, he saw the curtains rising slightly across the street, revealing the view of the corner of Cold Cedar Castle behind him.

Brando's entry brings a slight breeze to this room.

The breeze lifted the mantle of a large princess bed in the middle of the room, the original owner of which had long been unsubstantiated, but at this moment Cee was lying there, hidden under a light veil, and the girl was pale with her eyes gently closed.

For the first time, Brando saw this girl break up her ponytail, her soft red hair scattered over part of her face, and she looked delicate.

She's very quiet.

Instead of the silent stubbornness of the day, it is a true quiet, silent, as if immersed in one's dreams. Unfortunately, Brando knew it must have been a nightmare, otherwise the girl wouldn't have raised her eyebrows slightly and revealed a painful look.

When Metisa and Antitina saw Brando come in, they stood together, slightly turning their heads, while Antitina looked at the young man motionlessly, revealing a hint of concern in her eyes.

Although she had no idea exactly what was going on underground in Chevrond, Sy's situation was absolutely not optimistic, and she had asked Charles about it beforehand, but the young wizard had just told him - everything was waiting for Lord Lord Lord to come back and deal with it.

It made her feel like she was sinking.

She is a simple girl, although she is always deliberately calm inside so that she can become a competent employee. But just as at that time, in the mountains of Chablis, this nobleman, Qianjin, blamed herself for the ‘death' of the wild elf's sister, she didn't really want anyone in this group to suffer an accident.

Though Antina knew the idea was childish, it was even somewhat absurd. There had been no bloody struggle between the nobles since ancient times, but she was still reluctant to give up.

Calm but not cold-blooded, that's what Brando taught her.

“Lord.” The nobleman asked quietly.

Brando nodded, but he immediately failed to see a small body lying on the other side of the bed sleeping perfectly. The businesswoman obviously did not notice the environmental changes around her, so much so that a crystalline saliva appeared on the corner of her mouth that she drowned on Sy's quilt.

Brando saw the girl's eyebrows flying in her dreams, and a pair of little eyebrows kept lifting, she knew that this guy must be in the middle of a dream chopping thorns, maybe with Sy to kill out a heavy siege - of course, it was just in her imagination, and it didn't help the red-haired girl at the moment.

But young people know that Roman's mind is very simple, and often acts with no meritorious impurities - except, of course, for business conduct.

So he picked his eyebrows, and he couldn't blame his heart. Brando walked up to Syd's bed and turned around and asked:

“What's she doing? ”

“is telling Sy a story.” Metissa replied.

“Storytelling? ”

“Miss Roman said her aunt told her stories when she was sick as a child. After listening to the story, she'll be fine.” The Silver Elf Girl whispered, adding:

“And then what? ”

Seeing Metisa and the nobleman smile, let Brando know that this guy is doing another useless job. If Roman's aunt is a witch, then she should be using a kind of speech magic, which is one of many witches.

But this can't be learned by imitating just who, but Roman obviously won't realize it.

Instead of waking up the businesswoman, he looked at Sy - but after more than a week in the district, the red-haired girl looked completely different. She lost her vitality and health during the week, her face faded and her blood grew pale as paper, the whole person fell into bed as if she had lost weight, her skin became transparent and she could clearly see the vascular veins below.

In stark contrast to the crystal-like skin, a striking black pattern on the girl's neck is growing upwards, spreading through the girl's long, slim neck and extending to her face.

Seeing Sy like this, Brando's heart is sinking, and God's blood has begun to spread, and while Charles has tried to suppress it, this resilient thing is still irrepressibly moving in the direction of the brain.

If this continues, by tomorrow morning at the latest, there will be no such thing as a red-haired girl called Sy.

As Metisa and Antitina watched her all-powerful lord speak up, her heart suddenly felt something about Sy's condition.

Although she is not very good at expressing her feelings, this scene can be seen, but she cannot help but ask softly: "Lord? ”

Brando just shook his head.

These patterns on Sy should originate from the heart, where the blood of God is injected, that is, the heart. In fact, this is the trickiest way to inject the blood of God. The person who drove the blood of God must have been very experienced, and Charles and Brando couldn't help themselves in the face of this injection method, which had to kill the vector before reversing life and death.

If they want to save Sy, they must kill the blood of God, but the blood of God is now the only energy that sustains Sy's life, and even if they have the means to wipe out the blood of God, they will also kill this red-haired girl.

Not to mention, they don't have a solution yet.

The other approach applies equally to situations in which the body is occupied or is being occupied, which is to erase the will to dominate itself. What left Brando unable to do was that God's blood itself had no will, but instinct to drive action, and thus sealed off his path from this one as well.

He saw the pattern on Sydney's neck grow a little bit upward, like a blood-sucking thorn, squeezing the girl's life, or a chronic poison, killing her as soon as time ran out. But Brando stood beside the bed for a while, and there was nothing he could do.

But there is a way to quench thirst.

He frowned.

But at this point, a voice in his heart sounded, "Little guy? ”

“Hmm?” Brando overthrew slightly, and the woman in his heart sounded low and mature, making him recognize the voice of Otales. In fact, the spirit of this knight from the time of the Saints' War did not contact him very often, but only answered Brando's questions about swordsmanship, "Lord Kaya?” He asked.

If Brando had heard Otales earlier, there would have been sudden hope in her heart that this woman was a strong man from the time of the Saints' War - a time when the power of darkness and chaos was far more powerful than it was today, and terms such as the blood of God, the shepherd, and so on were not new to Otales, and could even be said to know in more detail than Brando.

Unfortunately Brando was thoughtful and had already taken this into account. In fact, he had contacted Otales in his heart on his way here, hoping to get help from the other side.

Unfortunately, the problems he faced were also difficult for Otales, and Sy's life itself had been damaged and God's blood had repaired her body. Faced with this situation, Otales told Brando that there were only two ways to solve the problem once and for all.

One is the miracle in the sacred word, which can almost reverse the law, causally, even if it is not possible to return Metisa to the status quo ante occupied by the blood of God.

But then again, since the Battle of the Saints, I haven't heard of a second man who could do the spell, except for Saint Finzan.

The second way is even more outrageous, and Otales tells him that the way to find the covenant of Martha is, by definition, a covenant between man and Martha. Since the other side of the deal is Martha, the mother of all things, the wishes that can be fulfilled are almost endless, which is arguably an enhanced version of miracle technology, which is self-evident if miracle technology can save Cee.

Unfortunately, the flaw in this approach is that it is also unlikely to be realized, although the promise of Otales to Brando Martha does exist, but Brando has never heard of it, either historically or from past games.

In the game, it's tens of millions of players exploring the world, countless, and yet they can't find traces of Martha's covenant, so how could he?

But after the rejection of the two articles, even if Otales could not come up with a better solution for a while.

However, this time Lord Ying Ling's voice gave Brando a little hope, and he didn't know that this ancient knight would not contact him on his own initiative in time.

“I looked at it," Otales said, "and the girl should not have lived for 12 hours and was sick.” She replied.

Twelve hours, that's exactly what Brando expected. But the young man was personally confirmed by Otales and was in a deep mood.

“Have you figured something out?” The knight's spirit asks.

“There is no cure.” Brando shook his head.

“Meaning you can cure the watch?” Otales couldn't help but wait to hear his answer. Even she, it would take a hell of a day to save this girl's life at this time.

That would have to be in her full-blown state, not in this state, where she can say nothing can be done. I almost did everything I could to save Brando in Butch.

The position of the principal substance is very demanding in the face of a pure spiritual being like her, after all, less free than in a sanctuary between fantasy and reality.

Brando nodded.

“There's a stupid way.” He answered openly.

“Stupid way? ”

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