The Amber Sword

Berru almost jumped up, although he wasn't good at building roads, but he knew the Black Forest, just like he had to forge the treasure trove that the master wanted. But as for what it was, the master forger was also very clear.

“That's a bit of a hassle.” Charles replied, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” Blu suddenly felt something in the words of this young wizard.

“Lord, he… found an accompanying crystal mine in the Black Forest… I mean, according to you, Master, we're going to make it ours, I'm afraid there's some trouble. ”

“Enchanted Crystal Mine!” The old man really jumped up this time, "you're telling the truth! ”

“No, I mean the accompanying crystal mine,” Charles shook his head in haste: "After an adult inspection, it should be a star iron and cold iron ore, when Jean also had some other rare minerals. ”

“Iron Ore...” Berru's voice trembled.

“Yes, there's iron, but there's also star iron and cold iron. ”

“How... how old? ”

“I don't know how long it took them to stay there, but I haven't found the side yet. There is not enough time to figure out exactly how big the mine is until later.” Charles answered honestly.

“Two days, no... no side?” Burrough feels suffocated, Lord. They are three gold levels of existence. What's the idea of not finding the edge in two days?

But then he suddenly thought of another problem, and he couldn't help but whitened: "Open mine? ”

“No,” Charles shook his head: “Underground. ”

Bleu, this is a relief, some pity: "I thought it was an open pit mine, but Lord, how did they find out? Prospecting is a professional study. Aren't they traveling in the woods? ”

“No, no, no,” Charles shook his head: “Listen to me, that's not a very good description, but I mean, actually —— it's an open pit mine underground. ”

“Ah!”

Berru had a loose hand, and the cigarette butt that had followed him for years fell on the steps and fell into pieces.

But he didn't care at all. He grabbed each other's sleeves, completely ignoring whether they were witches or not, and he just couldn't help but ask aloud: "Are you saying there is an unknown extent, accompanied by a magical crystal mine, and there are lots of rare iron ore in the black forest waiting for us to exploit? ”

Charles hurriedly pushed his hand away and put a finger up on his lips: “Shh, shh, shh, shh.” The young wizard mysteriously said, "You don't want to tell Count Jeannel about this, do you? ”

Blu was alone and hurried to look around carefully, but he immediately turned around and said to Charles, “Are you serious? That's great, now the White Lion Armor is not a problem at all! ”

“Wait,” Charles said intentionally: “Master Baloo, that place is quite far from here in the Black Forest, and according to what you just said, we are afraid it will take a long time to exploit the mineral deposits of that place. ”

“Bullshit!” Blu waved his big hand, his eyes were red and he bit his teeth: “Leave this to me, I'm going to tell this old bone about this, and I'm going to make it work! ”

“Martha on, open crystal mine!” The old man could not bear to mutter to himself.

“That's no good,” Charles shook his head quickly: "Old man, if you had three lengths or two, the lord would have killed me, especially if he knew I was encouraging him. ”

Blu glanced at him without a good look: "Don't worry, I'm not going to do this alone, I can't do it. I'll have my students help, but it'll take a while. ”

The old man was obviously terrified of his determination when he said these words, and it seemed that the mining area was unparalleled for a forging master like him.

And he thought, "But let's get to work, let's get some magic crystals out, and that's worth a lot more than silver. With the money, other things can be done. ”

But Master Bloom suddenly stopped to react, and he stared at the young wizard, "Wait, you're not counting on me from the beginning, are you? ”

“Ah!” Charles said suddenly and innocently: "Of course not, I think it's a good idea too, but no one else, I think the cavemen are good, I just don't know if Tajib would like it. ”

Berru looked at the guy skeptically, and he was starting to think that the damn wizard was digging a pit to make himself jump, and suddenly he remembered that he was going to let his students come over and think about what he had said to Brando before, and it was dark in front of him.

The young wizard, however, did not notice the artisan master's regret at all, and Charles simply thought quite easily of how to get Tajib to call as many men as he could.

Otherwise, it's not easy to fulfill Lord's command--

Clear a path in the Black Forest.

This is a feat Eruin has never had in centuries.

……

However, Brando's quest with his team in the Black Forest did not stop when Bruce and Charles resolved to open a ‘road' in the Black Forest and put it on the agenda to dramatically send the first cavemen into the forest.

In Warnd's calendar, the Moon of Sleep symbolizes talent, and astrologers believe that babies born in the middle of the month have extraordinary potential.

But potential in the ancient prophecy of the witch means the power of sleep, which corresponds to awakening - from sleep to its end - the last month of the year in the Vaughn continent.

So this is both an inspiration for wisdom and the Spirit to light the fire of civilization in darkness and obscurity, and the most important month of the first year of farewell.

In the calendar of most temples, on the last day of the month of dormancy, on the 31st, people will celebrate Easter, the world's largest annual festival.

This grand festival will last for seven days from this moment on, but in a thriving city like Freeport, the atmosphere of carnival will even continue into the month of recovery two months later.

Of course, in the dark wilderness, that is not the case.

Brando and his team finally reached the periphery of the rings at midnight this day--

To remember the coming years of prosperity and summer leaves, Flo, the adventurous' chief logistician ', handed out a small piece of gingerbread to everyone on the team, even Ropal and his fireclaw lizards.

Young people sitting around the campfire singing the songs of their hometown, not only because of the beautiful memories, but also because of their aspirations for the future.

The sound of the song, the dark night sky rising on Mars with the bonfire, and the ordeal of a month in the Black Forest all seem to turn into memories of the past at this moment.

Everyone feels more mature.

Brando was also sitting on the side of the campfire, and he gave his gingerbread to Dia, a wild elf little sister who seemed to have a crush on this particular little dessert that she didn't see in the Rubis area - she grabbed a tiny piece of gingerbread with one hand and had some cookie crumbs on the corner of her mouth, smiling sweetly at Brando.

“Looks like Dia likes me better.” Brando said that to Flo.

Flo stood behind Brando and looked at his sister without answering.

And in fact, her gingerbread was actually left to her sister, although harsh, it could be seen that she really cared about her sister as a sister.

“Sister Flo is lazy to see you in general.” Antitina handed Tia her gingerbread and replied with a smile - the nobleman rarely felt relaxed on such a night.

It was the last day of the year, and it seemed that too much had happened since that year, so much she could not remember.

It's the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves.

By the side of Antitina, Tia put all these gingerbreads in her skirt, and she had a tiny pile of them, and she looked at them, her eyes gleaming.

And while Leaning on the trunk, Sy looked at each other, looked at the gingerbread in her hand, thought about it, and put it in.

“Thank you, Sister Sy.” Tia said sweetly.

The red-haired girl reached out and touched her head.

Brando laughed and didn't answer Antina's words or care about Flo's attitude. He looked up at the dark, inky night sky - a leaf hanging silently on a branch under the night, motionless - and watched Mars rise on the campfire, flashing slightly before disappearing again.

One of the brightest stars in the sky belongs to Martha, who looks at the star until it reaches its brightest moment.

So the year of flowers and summer leaves passed.

He will always remember the year, and the Black Rose War that took place in the course of the year - he looked up and seemed to see the night sky of Butch in the summer between April and May, and the magnificent star river across the sky.

He could see a lot of people's faces, but these people's faces were fading away and blurring, but others' faces became bright, and Brando recognized them in turn - Little Roman, Freya, Madden, Bresson and many others.

This is his year of flowers and summer leaves.

The second time it came into his life, and the second time it left, it seemed to have no trace, but it could not be destroyed.

Then Brando thought, "Next, the year of the sword, the bloody war on the continent begins this year retroactively, perhaps it cannot be called the beginning of half a century of war and chaos, but in any case, Vaughn started this year to turmoil."

Sword, symbolizes conquest.

Yet it is also a weapon of bloodshed.

When the sword appeared above the earth, the stars changed the course of operation and the heroes were born.

So the astrologers named this year the Year of the Sword, the beginning of Vaughn's raging history, and the year the players began to write their own epic poems.

But Brando stared at the night sky and thought of something else. Years of Swords, this is the year that determines the fate of Eruin. Whether history returns to glory and glory or slips into the abyss on its original trajectory, it seems that time has not yet arrived.

Young lords bow their heads and look at the rings of the wind beneath the night.

Atmospheric circulation constitutes a massive cyclone of wind and cloud, starting at the southern foot of the Caranga Mountains, traversing the entire peninsula, straight up to the top of the cloud, and now it is like an ancient giant beast lying in front of such a pedestrian.

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