The Amber Sword

“What do you think?” Brando asked suddenly.

The young man asked to stand in the fog not far away, rubbing his hands around Vern and Kroncia, who were talking in a whisper. After Utah left, the two leaders, who had known each other, walked closer than ever.

But it has to be said that Vern and Kroncia didn't actually catch a cold with each other until they met this young lord. So the distance between people is actually a very delicate thing.

When I heard about this young lord's problem, the scene was quiet.

But first the businesswoman, Roman had put on a thick winter coat, a deerskin glove on his little hand, and even that little face was frozen red —— the tip of his nose was slightly red:

“Roman thinks it's good, Brando. What do you think?” The teenage girl whispered, unwittingly. She also looked back at Brando and stared at him as if the young man had agreed with her.

The following small mercenary commanders responded immediately.

“Exactly,” Kronsia also said, “unexpectedly good, though a little late, but with all due respect - I was also involved in mid-term work, and honestly, none of us are familiar with this. Miss Antittina has done very well, dare not say perfect, but at least surprisingly...”

I have to say beautiful words that everyone loves to hear, even noble gold can't help but look at this beautiful uncle with silver hair. Though ostensibly oblivious to each other's compliments, I couldn't help but agree - Antitina thought that she had had had enough disasters and catastrophes over the course of the month, and that almost every small decision could come up with an accident that had not been considered beforehand.

However, it was in dealing with those emergencies that she would become more and more responsive.

“That's true, surprisingly.” Vern didn't say much, he was brief.

But nobleman Qianjin still quietly went to see her lord, the young man's opinions in her heart were more than all the opinions in the presence. For the first time, she felt her heart jump straight, afraid to see a little dissatisfaction from Brando's face.

But she happened to see Brando look at herself completely without concealing the appreciation in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel her nose suddenly sour for some reason. It's as if all the hard work we've had over the past few months has paid off at this moment.

She sucked on her nose and didn't go too far to cry in front of the crowd. At least this moment in nobility remembers being Brando's first bureaucrat - the deputy and the actual host of territorial affairs - who thinks she can't be ashamed of Brando.

But when she crossed her head, she saw that Metisa had handed over a silk scarf. The Girl with the Silver Elf moves very slightly - almost unnoticed - and the nobleman looks at each other with some gratitude and takes over the scarf.

Brando, of course, noticed his own little staff move, and he couldn't help but grin and shake his head:

“Before coming here,” he said. “I mean that night. ”

His words put the scene to rest, and almost everyone remembered that bloody night, as if it had been a long time since they realized what they had done.

At the instigation of a young man, they killed a legitimate lord of Eruin.

This has never occurred to anyone in the past, nor has it occurred to them, but what they cannot believe is that they have actually done it. It's good to be excited, to be inspired, or threatened.

Anyway, there's no turning back.

Since then, it's like a glance, a month has passed. But they didn't collapse like they feared, and now the completion of this wall is like a sign of something hidden.

Perhaps under the leadership of this young man, they are indeed different from ordinary mobs.

As for the final outcome, since this young lord is so full of breasts, what are their doubts?

“You know, I didn't really think much about what I was going to do," Brando continued. “Perhaps I'm noble to you, but I don't think so.”

He sincerely said, of course, how many people believed the phrase 'big truth’, so to speak.

“I'm here to inherit a piece of land that belongs to me further south, it comes from my ancestors,” Brando said half-heartedly, “I'm not going to kill anyone, or occupy his territory ——”

“But in my education, there is a voice that at least tells me that nobility exists to lead people out of their plight, because they are better and more educated, and because they have this responsibility, and rights and responsibilities are reciprocal --”

“I'm sure you're familiar with that. ”

Brando said.

He nodded: “Exactly, that's what King Acme said -” He reached out and nodded to everyone: “Nobility is responsibility; strength is responsibility; power is responsibility! ”

“Until then,” Brando continued, quietly surrounded. Everyone looked at him and wondered why this young lord would say such a thing at this time.

Antitina also looked at him, with some strange glow in her eyes.

The pursuit of the lost glory of Elouin, for the spirit of the first king, is what attracted her most to this young lord.

It's like a deadly attraction that glows in the eyes of a teenager.

It snowed in the sky.

Snowflakes are initially faint and almost invisible, like cold rain silk falling on people's faces. But eventually it turned into a fleecy snowflake, not a big one, and Tony Gehl didn't have a lot of snow in a year.

Everyone raised their heads.

“Until then," Brando also looked at the light grey sky, and the dark clouds symbolized the impending war: “I had no experience as a lord or ruler of a place. ”

“The same goes for Antina. ”

“So are you. ”

“I said," He spread his hands and let the snowflake fall on his shoulder: “We're no different. Each of us is here to learn how to face all this...”

“All of it.” Everything we don't know about us, what we have in common, and our enemies, "Brando said. ”

“Maybe we won't, we're raw, we're stuck, we're walking, we're tough,” the young man waved: “But that's not the problem. ”

“The problem is...”

His voice was higher, his eyes swept across everyone's face: "Do you have the guts to stay and face everything that's coming —— to realize that what we do may seem insignificant?”

“But it was the glory of an era, you see, the wings of Eluin. ”

“The words of the first king, Acme, have already proven everything - ignoring the darkness and making your deeds worthy of heart - with such dreams! ”

“Honor, promise, duty as a man, duty as a lord to all his inhabitants,” Brando replied, “is like standing here with me. ”

“This is how I answer your questions. ”

“How long do we have to escape...”

And he put out his fingers, and he lit up everyone he knew —— Kronsia, Vern, Charles, even the numerous mercenary commanders:

“I ask you," Brando whispered, melting his white air into a light white mist in the snow, making his face both sacred and mysterious.

“If one day you will also become a newborn aristocrat of Eruin, do you remember what I told you here this day-”

“Would you like to remember that nobility is a duty? ”

The young man's words were powerful and it penetrated the cold of early winter, almost throwing a sound.

But it brings silence.

Vern can hardly believe what he's hearing, and what the young man's words mean, he's afraid and unwilling to think about it.

The former cavalry captain of Karasu looked back almost rigidly at his companion. But Kronsia also had no idea what was around her, and it should be said that this middle-aged man was beating straight into his heart.

Of course he knows what Brando meant by that.

This young man is talking about telling them publicly...

From today on, you will be mine.

It's my minister.

Gather under my flag.

Humble and suffer together.

You are my knights.

Hold the sword in my hand,

Expanding the soil for me...

At that moment, for the first time in decades, the middle-aged man who had climbed in the mercenary industry felt as if a force had poured out of his heart - a force known as the Hot Blood Boil.

He felt that he had waited for so many years for the opportunity as if he was close to seeing it.

It's not just him.

All the mercenaries present were the same.

Perhaps only Metissa and Sy had no feelings, for them it was enough to follow this young lord.

And Roman doesn't have to think too much about being away from her aunt —— Brando is the whole world she can rely on.

Charles smiled as if he knew Brando's thoughts long ago.

Only Antina took a slight breath, and of all the people present, only she heard the potential meaning of Brando's words.

This young man is going to change the whole Eluin rule.

He's going to inject new blood into this old aristocratic system.

Antitina doesn't know if she's misheard or not, and she doesn't understand why such a pounding of ideals and beliefs - perhaps long ago turned into a shocking force - flourish in the minds of a young nobleman with little foundation.

Know that the nobleman knows.

But it was the first time she saw the outline of the plan, and she was already caught up in that dream. She opened her mouth slightly and took a slight breath, but for a moment she didn't know what to do.

Antitina, stay there.

(ps. I think it's a waste of money to rush for 1200.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)