The Amber Sword

The winter of the Black Rose War was extraordinarily cold, and the dusty sky seemed to freeze the air into powder and fall.

Gert lurked overnight in the bushes on the top of the mountain, almost frozen.

He reached out and grabbed the powder that had fallen from the sky, and it was slightly cooler in his hand, and the ice crystal was melting in his hand —— it was snowflakes. The young man, still wearing his unchanging blue string magician apprentice robe, looked up at the sky.

It's snowing.

The first snow since this year.

He couldn't help but think of the constant conversations between Lord Charles and that young lord about the situation in the north, the fate of the Grand Dukes' coalition army and His Highness the Princess...

“The war in the north was still dragged after the first snow--”

Gert himself is just a noble heir from a family of gentlemen from a remote part of the kingdom in Karasou - a aristocratic family, but with limited insight, at best, to watch the big men live their lives.

At last, it's better than the average person, but the latest year also seems like a bad year.

Gert came out on adventure, and he knew his heart was clear, to change his destiny. He has systematically studied magic for some time in the doors of a wizard mentor, communicating with the mentor to learn about the outside world - a chaotic world of his time that is fatally appealing to young people like him.

The chaos seemed to be filled with opportunities.

So when the mentor died, Gert embarked on the journey of dreams.

But his luck was not as good as he had imagined, and several of his companions, who were close to home, died of sickness while travelling, had to take a short break before thinking about going back or moving on.

But it never occurred to me that Groudin had killed all his companions, and the gray Gert wanted to stay and die with the nobleman.

But sometimes fate changes so much.

Just that evening, he met the young lord, took part in the battle, and was fortunate to have followed each other since then, after which he became the first member of the Shah's sorcerer regiment.

As a deputy to Charles, he had the opportunity to engage in discussions between Brando and this wizard - young, of course, is untouchable - two people talking about the situation in the north, about the invasion of the black roses of Brahmandu and about Cruz.

The Lord's vision made Gert feel like he had seen a whole new world, a height he had never thought of before.

And his first mentor never talked to him.

At that moment, Gert knew that he might have seized the opportunity and that the path to realizing his dreams was near, or had come true.

Since then, he has been a wholehearted supporter of Brando, and this time he has come to Parras for information, and he has applied voluntarily.

However, the squad needed a skilled magician, so he was chosen for granted.

Charles also complained to Brando about this, saying he had taken one of his good deputies.

Gert did not regret it, however, and he felt that it would be better to come out and attract the attention of the other person with real action than to remain silent with the adult.

He is an adventurous man who would not have left home to come here.

The young man stared at the sky for half a day and finally returned to God. Then he rubbed his hands —— he didn't dare do too much to get the attention of the sentries down there.

He looked up on the hill at a grey yellow tent in the forest below and a camp for people.

Then he heard a loud noise behind him, his companions in that direction on guard, voices coming from obviously his own people, and of course there was another possibility he didn't have to mention.

Gert strained his nerves immediately.

“White... vegetables...”

A strange password came from the woods that Charles allegedly taught them.

Gert immediately relaxed, one of his own, and he turned back and said, "! - Who is it? ”

“Ma Youfu. ”

Gert distinguished the name as another wizard apprentice on the team, and the guy had a nickname instead of a name —— whether it was named by the lord or not.

What a lucky guy, Gert couldn't bear to think of that.

“Gert, how's it going down there at the Knight Parras camp?” The apprentice cat, dressed in a grey robe, walked over with his waist and squatted beside him and asked, “But the rats say there's no camp--”

“This is not a camp in Pallas. ”

Gert shook his head.

“No?” Ma Youfu stunned.

The young man nodded slowly and moved his own frozen, somewhat stiff limbs: “They are mountain people. ”

“Mountain people? ”

“Aren't they fighting with Paras--?” Ma Youfu asked in surprise: “Why are they here? Are they planning to invade at this time? God help us! ”

But Gert shook his head, and it wasn't that simple: “The mountain folks have lots of branches, and they're probably coming for us. ”

“What?”

“Are you sure? ”

“Of course, I'm more familiar with them than you are. Well, go give the message to the newspaper team, we're ready to retreat," replied Gert. “It's snowing, we can't hide anybody here. We need to get dressed. ”

Ma Youfu nodded looking at his companion.

……

“Mountain people? ”

Snowflakes in the sky have become denser.

Shortly after leaving the South Gate, Brando ran into a mercenary who was an element that made the young man recognize this man, Charles's men.

At Brando's request, Charles had chosen from mercenaries, adventurers - wizards who knew some tricks, third-rate messengers, liars, haunted witch doctors, and a large number of apprentices - to form a so-called coven of wizards.

Because Charles, the golden wizard, was there as a sign, the initiative did not go to great lengths, and even many of the wizards voluntarily left the mercenary corps to join the so-called sorcerer corps; although this was disputed at one point among the heads of the mercenary corps, there was no real trouble because Brando was behind it.

And Brando knew that the advantages of concentrating the practitioners in later wars had long been proven by both the players and the NPC, and of course Charles had complained to him more than once that these people were not worthy of being called the "Wizards Corps," not to say that it was better to have a big chore of third-class people, but Brando didn't care, at least in his view ——

This is his first formative sorcerer regiment.

Besides, there are many talented generations of these people, and with a little training, forming the backbone of the future sorcerers' association will be fine. It's only a pity that Charles has no apprenticeship experience, even though he has the strength of a mentor, so the so-called Wizard Corps still looks like an empty shelf.

However, it is not entirely ineffective, as practitioners with even a little strength more or less follow a mentor, or at least have been apprentices for some time, including even academics from Koban, who have one thing in common.

That's literally literate.

So Brando, Antina, Tiger Bird and Charles usually use these people for intelligence processing and some paperwork. Apparently, this is one of the so-called Tiger Sparrow's ‘intelligence services' that he now meets.

In response to Brando's question, that element nodded: "Yes, my lord, Lord Charles asked me to tell you that you may be in dire need of this message. This intel was sent back by the 'people on the north side', and it says it has something to do with the mountain folks...”

Those people in the north?

Brando beamed for a moment and remembered that he did infiltrate the Pallas area with Tiger Sparrow and Reto organizers in order to gather information on the masses of Count Denel's army.

The matter was the sole responsibility of Tiger Bird, but the plan was clear to him that Charles had his men, third-rate wizards gathered from mercenaries, or apprentices, mixed together in these scout squads, disguised as adventurers - in order to send a message back.

The way to get the message back was simple, but he himself suggested it, an animal messenger. Of course, this is not really a fresh approach, but rather a method of using magic - a message that the Krutz used in the November war as early as the year before the Beast, but very few people in this era have thought of sending the Wizard to the front line, so this method is far from being disseminated in this era.

But until the beginning of the Black Rose War, a few years later, the first wave of demons arrived, and more and more people were gifted with witches, and this approach gradually spread.

In the late war, this was a very mature approach. But at that time, there were more stable alternatives - with magic appliances, for example - but Brando didn't have them yet, so he first came up with this‘ dirt solution ’.

With animal messengers transmitting information, an apprentice sending information around a day and a night, theoretically sending it back at one stop through a station, information that used to be delayed for almost a week is now only a short time away from the Cold Cedar Collar.

However, Tiger Sparrow and Charles now have limited manpower, especially those who possess the ability to administer and are familiar with the skills of scouting, so the eyeliner team has in fact only built two or three.

So their surveillance of the Knight Parras collar is actually quite limited, and Brando didn't expect to get useful news so quickly with this level of surveillance.

But now it seems that the nobles still despise them, the ‘mobs’.

Perhaps enough attention has been paid to them as opponents of the war, but outside the war, the Parras side is still neglecting to guard them.

But it is also understandable that Brando, who today does not have enough men, even outmaneuvers the regular army of Eruin - although he himself is unaware of this, a traditional soldier like Sir Parras can cope with headaches.

Put the Wizard on the front line as a scourge? Does this kind of thing look like a human thing to the nobles?

Only Brando, who was accustomed to this practice, would be accustomed to it. In fact, when he first came up with this idea, he was not only a conservative Antina, but even Charles was surprised.

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