The Amber Sword

At a time when Cullen was wondering about Brando's strange offer, Antitina joined Sy in an abandoned estate near Cold Cedar City. The two ladies' carriages continued deep into the estate and were received by mercenaries who had been waiting there for a long time. When they got off the carriage, they saw the crowded young people not far from the open space.

The estate had been refurbished a few months earlier, and the abandoned broken wall had been renovated with wooden walls. Instead, it had grown considerably larger than in the past, with red pines planted on the periphery, so that it could grow lush and green in the coming year, enough to shield all the scenery in the estate.

Pine woods are embedded with dark posts that can support each other with open posts on the wooden fence, a well-guarded, secret camp of Brando's choosing and a training camp for the future White Lion Infantry.

The estate is divided into two parts. A quarter of the southeast is provided to mercenary members of Brando's ranks, adventurers, who will provide protection and order to the estate until the first White Lion infantry grows, and Brando either intends to integrate them into this emerging regiment in the future or relocate them elsewhere.

But it depends on how loyal Kroncia is to this collective.

It was that silver-haired, handsome middle-aged mercenary leader who was in charge here.

Kronsia had some doubts about Brando's move out of Cold Cedar City, but after learning what the future of the place means to Brando's group, he quickly realized that it was not alienation but reuse.

The chief immediately became active and organized his operations. Brando sees people very accurately, and Créncia's level of command in battle can only be described as mediocre, but this thoughtful man has a gift in logistics camp that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

This is evident from the orderliness of the camp today, which is well organized, with fewer vigilante sentries than those who saw the bad habits of the past, although a month ago they were either mercenaries or adventurers.

There are, of course, inevitably some exceptions--

When Antitina got off the carriage, she stood in the shade of the mangrove tree beside the carriage, silently standing beside her to protect her safety - the tree species beside them were the common green and hard leaf species in the Tonigle area, which could stain the area with ink and green even in the winter - and noble gold stood in the shade of this inky green tree, watching the crowds on the open ground not far away.

There are about sixty young people there.

The mercenaries were maintaining order on the playground, but most of the young men had been chosen from among the locals and had not seen much of the world, when they saw a carriage parked on the side of the road in the shade and walked down from it a nobleman, a thousand gold, and instantly rioted.

“Look, that nobleman over there! ”

“How could a noble lady throw herself up in a place like this? ”

“Is it the Lord's daughter? ”

“Fuck you, Lord Lord. You're young. I've seen it! ”

“That's the fiancée. ”

“It's also possible. ”

The whispering argument inevitably fell into Antina's ear, she listened silently and looked back at Sy, “Why?” The young girl set her red ponytail and looked back at the young lady.

“Nothing," replied Antina, turning back.

She looked at the young people, one of the Lord's plans, and the plan for the formation of the White Lion Infantry had been on Tonigal's agenda from the beginning; but building a strong legion was not an instant, and Brando intended to nurture a group of young people first as the backbone of the future White Lion Corps - both an officer system and his own champion.

Most of these young people come from nearby areas - the sons of tenant farmers, handicraftsmen or small businessmen - and some also come from the estates, from the offspring of gentlemen, or from mercenaries or adventurers.

However, they share the common feature that they are no older than twenty years old, and some are even teenagers. They're like a piece of white paper, full of plasticity.

They stood there, whispering and talking, full of anxiety and curiosity about the future; they came here only three or four days after simple training, perhaps having eaten a whip in the hands of mercenaries to be warned of the importance of discipline, but inevitably carrying with them the greenness and agitation of that youth.

Only a few young people, born of mercenaries or gentlemen's families, appear slightly more stable, standing there out of touch with their surroundings and easily attracting the attention of nobility.

“Who are those people?” She asked.

“The children of a nearby estate.” The mercenary next to him replied.

“The manor boy?” Antitina is strange. How come the brothers of the estate are descendants of gentlemen?

“Sneaked out. ”

Turns out it was the noble children who sought inspiration, and nobility looked at those people. “Ever investigate?” Her words are actually superfluous, and since there is no room to go back and forth when she comes here, these people will be sent into the Black Forest, regardless of their mindset.

Antitina just wants these young people not to regret their choices.

She took the pocket watch out of her arms - the pocket watch Brando gave him, although it was only a silver-plated pocket watch of little value - but she used it with care, seeing as if Treasure wasn't going to change it again.

She opened the cover and the dial was almost 11: 00 a.m.

She raised her head and saw a mercenary on the playground running this way; the mercenary stopped in front of her and pressed her with one hand against her chest for a gift, and said, "Almost, mademoiselle ——”

Antitina nodded.

The mercenary saluted her and then turned around and ran back.

She took a breath and quietly blinked and saw four caravans driving in on the other side of the open space.

This wagon, of course, is different from the quadricycles that noblemen take, and they are more like a massive inferior quality - the kind of caravan that businessmen and farmers use to transport goods - than the kind of craft that is sophisticated.

The mercenaries, however, did not care about their use, and after sequentially numbering the young people, registering them and issuing them license plates, they caught up with the wagons - plates made by Brando, modelled on the work cards of the Chevrond silver mine, which were similarly wood in texture, although they appeared to bear the magic imprint of Tama under their rough workmanship, so long as they were imprinted with a red crystal to detect magic, they could discern its authenticity.

One of these crystals is in the hands of each of the heads of the program, but with the exception of Brando, which is permanent, the crystals on everyone else's hands are time-sensitive products that must be replaced on a regular basis.

After the young people got into the car in turn, the empty space calmed down, as if the previous debates were illusions, and Antitina did not take a breath until then.

She saw the last person get in the car, and then she turned around and said to Sy, "Let's get in the car, too. ”

“Are we not with them?” The red-haired girl asks.

“We walked on the other side," Antitina turned to the carriage, answering quietly, "Lord's whereabouts are secret and we cannot let anyone else see our carriage. ”

The red-haired girl nodded and looked closely at the clerk lady, admiring her subtlety.

“Do you want to go?” She followed up and asked behind Antina.

“What?”

“Black Forest. ”

Antina stopped, but this time she didn't answer.

……

Black Forest Border--

As Brando stepped off the carriage, he felt the lazy afternoon sun and couldn't help but stretch his bones. He raised his head and watched as the sun's rays crossed the tips of a row of black pines forming a dazzling halo, and the sparse sun in the woods fell on the grass.

Then he heard a complaint coming from behind him: "I knew your boy was upset. ”

Brando turned around and saw a depressed Cullen jump off the carriage. The old man has rarely been dressed in luxury since he left the silver mine in Chevrond. He has a sword, a dagger and a short bow and an arrow bag. He looks more like an adventurer than a traveler.

He took a deep breath and, despite the crisis in the black forest, the air rarely touched the hearts and minds. The air in the forest, although wet and cold, was fresh with a strand of grass.

Kuran lowered his head and saw his horse boots stepping on a thick meadow. He stamped his feet, so that the snakeworm ants beneath the dirt could scatter.

“Centipede, scorpion...” The old man said as he shook his head: “This is a hell of a place. ”

“I have heard that you have also fought outside civilized borders during the November war.” Brando asked back.

“Don't even mention that experience.” Kuran was somewhat overwhelmed by the brutality of the November war, which sometimes forced them to retreat into the Black Forest to fight, the only time since the era that commanders had devised tactics recklessly; both sides of the war had killed red eyes, like two dying beasts strangling each other's throats, but no one was able to move one step to the other's death.

The tragedy of war exceeds the imagination of later generations, with only dozens, if not even a few, of people living in a battle that often ends up forming an army. It is common for the battlefield to be bloody and the corpses to spread over dozens of miles.

In most cold-weapons battles, that was a hell of a scene.

Brando doesn't mention it anymore.

But the third to jump off the carriage was Caglis, the young man's last, who pulled down the magic Duncan in the driver's seat and dragged that poor element for a short walk into the forest.

“Let go of me!” The man who owns the duck as a demon protests aloud, but he cannot be an opponent of an upper-class swordsman in power.

Ignoring this guy, Caglis looked around and took a deep breath: "Is this the Black Forest? ”

“What, dissatisfied?” Kuran didn't turn around in good spirits.

“It looks just like the forests of Mount Hallagher.” Caglis curiously measured the depths of the forest, where darkness was like a dark oil painting.

“Hmm, I hope you don't regret it. ”

“Regret?” Caglis shook his head, and he turned around and grinned: “I started with a little bit more, but not at all now, and ventured into the Black Forest. Why didn't I think of that before? ”

“That's because you used to be just a little madman and haven't met this big madman.” Kuran glanced at Brando and said in his heart.

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