The Amber Sword

Generally, the busiest period of the year in the port of Ambesseur begins in March of each year. But from February, when the North thawed, merchants packed their cargo from the South and transported it to Corcova, West Fahrenheit province, where it had just recovered from the harsh winter, from fur, amber and tobacco leaves in Jean de Nell, pine nuts and timber from the Goran-Elson, and at this time of the year, Tonigle? Tonigal has no specialties, and merchants are concerned only with whether the gold in their pockets has increased or decreased, and no one is concerned about what will be produced in the remote countryside.

Most of them are bandits and bandits.

It is said that before last winter, several fleets of food were transported into Toniguer, from Ambethel to Bounoson, and the first reaction of anyone who heard the news was suspicion - where the hillbillies actually had the money to close the deal? Of course, there are probably not many people who know that Tonigal still owns one of the only three silver mines in Eruin, but then again, what does silver have to do with the Lord? Even children know that.

All in all, the merchants had not had time to confirm that the news was true, and the news of the rebellion and war in the South had come back. That's good, not just bandits and bandits, but rebels. This proves from the side that Tonigal is a poor mountain evil water place. In the eyes of the elders, the old saying that poor mountain evil water comes out of people is as accurate as a motto.

However, most noble lords with large stomach stools would have enjoyed furs and spices from the south, and when carrying jewellery from the mountains, it was unnecessary to know where they originated. Although Eru is now beset by internal and external difficulties and the shadow of war in both the South and the North, the businessmen are the most informed group, and most business activities have stalled. But Ambethel travels as slowly as blood to the economic core of the kingdom of Ettorin, to the port of free trade and to the permanent neutrality promised by the Temple.

In Omitos, Feston leads to a nearest outpost in the port of Ambesseur, surrounded by mountains, the cliffs of the forest are still cold, the pine forests have just shaken down the snow accumulation on the conifers, and the ice water left behind after thawing from the green mountains of Anlek forms a mountainous stream flowing between the forests. A group of riders passed the avenue in the woods and the birds slapped their wings from the branches on either side of the road, dropping a few feathers.

Nimatis was patrolling the area with his knights. Most of the first cadets of the Wang Li Knights Academy are now alone. Behind her is Freya, a country girl who was green six months ago. Now wearing knights' armor is similar. Her face gradually gained the dignity of a soldier - although she still tied her hair together as before, and the mark on her forehead was still there after the last fight, but it faded a lot.

She wore a lion's heart sword between her waists, and the princess advised her not to pull out the sword until necessary, so she used an ordinary steel sword. The knight girl with the two swords looked a little funny, but Freya herself didn't find anything wrong. Every sword in the militia was a precious asset. If possible, she would probably carry a few more swords, as if this would bring her a sense of security.

In fact, this is the same psychology that poor and frightened people have to save their money whenever they have a chance, except that the knight girl at least understands that it's ridiculous for a knight to carry five or six swords, and the horse can't stand it.

Every month during college training, everyone can receive a new sword, which is due to the intensity of the training, not many people are willing to take care of the sword seriously, and most people come down one year to change eight or nine swords. But every time Freya receives her own sword, she carefully stores them in a box under the bed, and now there are six.

It was an old joke at the academy, and Nimacees found out about it and then brought her to bite her in the face. Freya was frightened and honestly admitted that she wanted to wait until she returned to Butch to hand over the swords to the Butch militias so that they could better defend their homeland.

After listening to this answer, Nymatis silenced and finally left it open. And the goddess of martial arts from Butch is still self-absorbed, preparing for her militia career, which has been quite famous throughout the Academy for some time, and even Her Royal Highness has heard of it slightly. But when Freya became recognized by the Lion's Heart Sword, no one would ever mention it again.

Today Freya's expression is a little nervous, this is the first time she has left the college to carry out a mission. Although she even broke into the real knife killing line at Butch, the future goddess of martial arts is a little nervous when she thinks of such insignificant existence as herself to take on the responsibility of protecting Her Royal Highness. She always feels that the wind is the enemy.

By her side, Nimaisi, though serious, was calm, and the knight's sharp eyes passed through the forest on both sides like arrows, finally finding enormous discomfort beside herself. She glanced at Freya, then looked again, and finally she couldn't help but ask, "Freya, what are you doing? ”

“Ahhh!” This is how the young girl reacts and hurries to answer: “Yes... yes! ”

“Is there anything that makes you nervous?” The knight didn't ask in anger.

“Me, I didn't... no.” The voices are shaking.

The riders laughed low. It was funny that Bresson had to shake his head in the back. He was the one killed from Butch with Brando and Freya. Although he didn't take the same route with Brando, the guards also killed a bloody road. At Butch, he once liked the girl, but eventually found that his mind wasn't on him at all, and now after grinding and growing up, the two were just comrades - and his animosity toward Brando was much diminished.

After so many successive events, Bresson felt that he had matured a lot, that his superficial rivalry had won well in the past, and now he seemed a little naive, as if his young passion had been transformed into another inner emotion, becoming deep and steady, linked to the destiny of the kingdom.

And beside him, mostly young people with the same ideas.

The knights laughed low and even Neimasis couldn't help but laugh. The knight's expression softened slightly, and she wondered why Freya was honestly scared in front of herself, as if she would eat her at any time. She shook her head, “Freya, you're a soldier, learn to calm down and calm down. It's just a routine patrol. If it's a real battle, don't you have to be nervous enough to walk? ”

The knights made another laugh.

“I wouldn't be so nervous if I really fought.” Freya nodded quickly, but her heart was defamatory.

But I didn't expect Nimmasis to see through her thoughts, and she said to herself, "Well, unlike the rest of us here, you and Bryson have actually seen war. But there is nothing to worry about. Her Royal Highness is safe. This is the promised neutral area of the Temple, where no one dares to start a dispute. ”

“Then why are we out patrolling every day?” There are knights who do not understand.

“This is to keep the military at a minimum vigilant, and if it does not feel dangerous as a soldier, then the kingdom we guard is in danger.” Nimaisie turned around and replied coldly.

The knights were slightly overwhelmed, as if they had come to understand.

But Nimmasis turned around, looking far into the mountains, and there was no war, but the real war was just beginning somewhere else.

Behind a stacked forest, Viscount Ding's villa is nestled in a secluded hillside, where Magdalene settles the royal party through the relationship of the temple to receive generous hospitality from her master. Far from the bustle of the city, and as close to Ambethel as the rest of the world - the nun princess understands what her best friend likes, and under the circumstances, she also thinks she needs to be quiet.

Griffin did need to calm down and she watched Grand Duke Anlek's carriage pass through the gate behind the window on the second floor of the villa slowly parked between the courtyards surrounded by pine trees. This will be the first meeting between the two sides, about where the destiny of the kingdom should go, but it is better said than done, and she is not really in charge of it - it is worse, it is not for her to choose.

Her Royal Highness lowered her head and the silver hairpiece drooped through her earlobes by her cheeks. Nor was she old enough to see a lovely fine layer of plush at the edge of her face. But it was on these weak shoulders that they had to shoulder the burden that ordinary people couldn't imagine. Griffin took a letter out of his arms, looked closely at it, and put it away.

“I don't know what you're resisting, but I'm willing to do my best for Elouin and people like you, because you've given me confidence and strength, Mr. Knight. ”

The ambassador of the Grand Duke of Anrek had been late, and the arrogance of the nobility had made her profoundly aware of her weakness. But anger doesn't help either, it's not an era where you can change if you want, and Griffin understands what you should give up.

She turned around and said to her maid: "Tell Alec I don't want to see him today. ”

“But?” The maid was somewhat frightened. Her Royal Highness had never been arbitrary since she was a child. Although she did not understand the politics of the big men, she also knew that the princess's wilful decisions at this important juncture would profoundly anger some people. She couldn't help but carefully persuade: "Lord Leewoods, Lord Makaro, their side...”

But Griffin glanced at her coldly, and her silver eyes had no sense of arbitrariness or dissatisfaction, only calm.

“Alec's envoy comes as late as he wants. Where is the royal majesty? I don't mind his side, but if he's just that attitude, then don't negotiate like that. You will convey my words to Count Makaro, and from today on, I will not see the envoy of Antioch again for a week. ”

She stopped, “A week later, we met inside Ambessel. ”

By the time she had finished that sentence, she seemed to have completely faded away and had become the future princess who would guide the fate of all the players in Eruin.

Princess Regent of Eluin...

The destiny of the kingdom seems to have begun to return to that original path at this moment.

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(A bit of a Kevin today, but stick to the chapter and try to keep it going.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)