The Amber Sword

Otales' approach is simple: since the blood of God invades and devours the soul of the prototype, it is in fact a war at the spiritual level.

One way to do this is to destroy God's blood, but if you can't do it, you can't think of another way to do it.

The knight's spiritual advice is to find ways to strengthen Sy's soul.

When it comes to strengthening a person's soul, it is undoubtedly a strength to exercise the soul and spirit. No one is more refined in this regard than witches and elements.

Otales told Brando that she also remembered another special use for gold apples before suddenly thinking of this method. Because Golden Apple, also known as the fairy word, is the most precious gift for wizards and elemental envoys.

But even this way of hammering your soul, it's not that simple. After all, for an aboriginal like Sy, upgrading isn't like Brando, and it takes a long process, as long as you have experience.

But for Sy, even with a golden apple, it can only take up to a year or two.

Otales' suggestion that Sydney take the power of the Golden Apple with the blood of God is equally difficult, first of all at a different rate of absorption - unless Sydney reaches the level of a magician or elemental enabler at the level of a catalytic element within two years, this suggestion is somewhat unrealistic.

Elements of the catalytic element can be reached within two years--

Brando shook his head thinking about it.

But anyway, there's a better way than there's no way. To say that the elements that drive a person to the elements of chemistry make the level difficult, but not entirely impossible, at least Brando knows that there are some extremely demanding tools that can be achieved.

But now he can only try.

Of course he didn't tell the others about it, he buried it in his heart.

Finally, Brando closed the door gently and Metisa, Flo and Charles followed him out of the house. Although Sy recovered temporarily, she was still weak and not fit to be disturbed too much, and the young man only arranged for Antina to be there with her.

Of course, Roman, who slept perfectly, didn't wake up —— not that he didn't want to, but that red-haired girl meant.

“Then let her sleep a little longer," Brando thought, actually he was a little heartbroken too, little Roman. In Schafflund, this self-proclaimed businesswoman worked heavier than him, and came back here to spend another day and night with Sydney.

Brando rubbed some tight temples, although temporary, but the golden apple finally put an end to one of his concerns; he just didn't know what ‘ingredients’ the dragon had added to it, and he wouldn't be able to see it for a while.

“Lord. ”

Charles screamed in the back, and the young wizard pressed his hand against his stomach, his teeth bent with a grin, but this moment the divine colour on his face was at least a little serious.

Brando looked at him and turned around and walked forward, "Go ahead.” He replied.

“People from Pallas are obviously a lot more frequent. ”

“Where, Cold Cedar City?” Brando asked.

“No, it's the red copper dragon they sent in the information. ”

“Min Tae? ”

Charles nodded.

“Oh?” Brando was slightly surprised, and it was the first time in so many days that he had received news from a walker of the Bronze Dragon.

Although the young man in the letter arranged for the 'Amber Sword' to enter the emptiness, allowing them to seize Sir Mintai's nest, would the Red Copper Dragon pedestrian really obey his arrangement, even he himself could not confirm.

Once a man has power, he expands himself, and maybe Leto doesn't, but the people around him say no.

He slowly revealed his keen interest, allowing Charles to report intelligence from over there. From this young wizard, the young man learned the whole story:

Following Sir Mintai's departure, the master of the castle was his eldest son, and in order to prevent him from using his brain to kill several of his other brothers, Sir Mintai left little force in the castle.

This, however, created a wonderful opportunity for such artificials as Letto, who attacked in the night, and the opponent had no idea that they would be so bold that all their brains were captured.

After controlling Fort Minth, the Red Copper Dragon retreated as Brando did, taking Sir Mintai's eldest son as a puppet, and having him gather all of Sir Mintai's ministers - the owners of the estate, the gentlemen and even the Temple Brothers of the Mintai area - together before taking them at the so-called ‘banquet’.

Leto immediately let his men spread the entire Mintai region without a leader, and took refugees from Lidenburg to clean up several gangs of armed robbers and then took control of the area.

Of course, the whole process was not as smooth as described, but the ability of Rhetto, Mano, Barthom, Yulir and, in particular, former White House squadron captain Votaron played a decisive role, without them, refugees from Riedenburg were still just a bunch of refugees.

Much to Brando's surprise, it was not that there was no disagreement at the outset of the Amber Sword. But Yulir, Barthom and Votaron stood firmly by him.

It is not surprising that the votaron soldier's talent for silence and obedience led him to make this decision, and it is understandable that Barthom followed him recently in Pragues.

But this captain of the security cavalry from Lidenburg, why he's so upside down, makes him a little confused.

Of course, as mentioned earlier, Brando has a good habit of letting go of the unwanted for a while, since it doesn't make sense, in case of headaches. All in all, this is great news for him.

“Nice work, Uncle Leto!” Brando praises without stint.

He recognized each other's actions in his heart, and he simply hoped that the ‘Sword of Amber' mercenary group would take over Sir Mintai's Fort Mince in vain. He did not expect the Red Copper Dragon pedestrian to surprise himself unexpectedly.

From the information they have received, Leto et al. have mastered much of Mintai, and while this aspect shows that Sir Mintai's governance there is not strong, in any case the outcome is beyond his imagination.

It is important that the hills and forests at the border between Mintai, Chaffrend and Baron Cold Cedar are the gateways in this direction in the Paras region, and if Mintai is mastered, it is the battlefield of the future.

“That means,” Brando asked again, "Is someone from the mercenary group coming? ”

Charles nodded.

“Who is it?”

Once again, the young man revealed such a less serious nerve, he smiled slightly: "Let's guess. ”

“Guess what?” Brando overstepped the 45-degree angle, sweeping his own stare.

Charles saw that Brando's right index finger, middle finger and thumb had been pressed onto the blade handle of the sword of the earth. He shouted strangely. “No, no, no, no, my lord, I mean, it would be better if I told you--”

In fact, he doesn't have to, because Brando took three people out of the spinning downstairs to the lobby, and he saw the guy waiting there --

Ex-Lidenburg security cavalry captain Juliel.

The young man gave a slight glimpse of what he thought was supposed to be Barthom, because that rude mercenary leader was the one who followed him for the longest time and knew him best in the group.

In fact, when Juliel saw Brando, he stunned.

He hasn't seen Brando in almost six months, and now this young man comes out of the shadows on one side of the hall with Charles, Metissa, and a wild elf girl, with a very different temperament and even appearance than the young man he first met in Lidenburg.

At first glance, Ulil hardly dared to go forward.

Six months of adventure, walking in the wild, and the quenching of blood and fire in battle have shed all the shyness and naivety of young men on Brando, a young lord whose lips - symbolic of inner fortitude and steadfastness - look sharply, as if he could pierce the heart at a glance.

The young man was wearing that black dress, and the fabric was already slightly greyed out, without diminishing his temperament. That momentum was sharp, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and Brando pressed the handle with one hand and weighed Juliet slightly.

The next sweep of that casual eye made Juliet feel all hairy, and he only saw a similar smell on Tiger Luc Besson.

Ice cold, decisive, that's from the atmosphere on the battlefield.

“Lord... my lord?” The former chief of the security cavalry hesitated and stood consciously out of his seat. At that moment, he was surprised not only by Brando's change of mood, but also by the slightest detail ——

Brando's original strength was clear to Yulil, and the strongest was no more than silver, not even silver; of course, even though black iron power was already difficult and acceptable to such a young man, it surprised him even more when he stood by Yulil and his predecessor.

He can't feel each other's strength anymore.

Alternatively, a more appropriate phrase should be profound.

Yulir was no more than the power of black iron, but after six months of adventure, both swordsmanship and absolute power have made great strides. His strength is now firmly at the top of black iron, and he has tacitly touched the boundaries of silver.

He is arguably the fastest progressor of all, second only to Votaron - he was not a rival to Leto, but now he can fight with the other side in rehearsal.

But even then, he found himself completely out of Brando's reach. The young man's hand rests on the handle of the sword, and the whole person's momentum naturally forms a whole, which is a sign of the success of swordsmanship - the masterclass. The former chief of the security cavalry hardly believed his eyes.

He thought he'd make it fast enough, but he didn't expect Brando to make it any faster, even faster than he thought.

Six months in the precinct, the other side has outgrown him by two or more steps? Even if the genius doesn't have it! Juliet stumbled and couldn't imagine the speed of silver median power over two steps.

Brando nodded at him.

“I didn't think it would be you," the young man bluntly said. “Thank you. ”

“My lord," Juliel lowered his head in earnest this time, and Brando led them out of Riedenberg, when he built his prestige in everyone's heart.

Everyone remembers the wind that led them to the Undead Army.

But over time, some people began to lose sight of the initial emotion, and even when Brando asked them to seize Sir Mintai's territory, the order started a blatant wave inside the mercenary regiment.

Many disagree with this order: attacking a legitimate nobleman, which is a bit far-fetched and courageous.

But he, Votaron and Batom stood up for it. He didn't know what Votaron and Batom thought, but he had his own ideas.

Him, Juliet? Cardos, formerly captain of the security cavalry in Lidenburg. With the support of the aristocracy behind him, he can walk in that little place without taboos, except for the Legion of the White Beatles and the aristocrats - anyone who sees him should also pay a respectful tribute to Captain Yulir.

But Yulir was not a fool, and he didn't know that the reverence was behind fear or even hatred - but at that time he didn't care that in his eyes the world was one-sided and single, and only those with power and power could become human beings.

It wasn't until Brando led them through the darkness of Madara, who was much more powerful than the nobles of Fort Riedenberg, and even made the former Cesar tremble, that he realized that there was still a power in the world that could bring the blood to a boil.

A power that allows people to devote themselves wholeheartedly to it.

Young people call it ideal.

Leto told him it was faith.

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