The Amber Sword

Antitina nodded to Brando and came out with a pile of parchment paper. In a way, she was also the quiet girl who cautiously calmed down as if she had precipitated like an ancient well when Brando first saw her, but her pale face had a healthy redness, her fine eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the whole person seemed to grow up much more than before.

She turned around, lifted her eyelashes slightly, swept the others in the assembly hall slightly with a meibomian light, grabbed her fists and gently coughed on her lips: “Since repelling Count Denel's unwarranted invasion -” There was a slight laugh below, Antitina raised her head and looked closely at the bad guys. She did not turn a big white eye when she stared at Sydney, but this silent look made people feel helpless. “Everything was fine in the three areas of the Cold Cedar collar, Port Gris and Mintai, and plans and work were being carried out in an orderly manner…” After the venue had quieted down, she described the whole territory and the situation in Eruin in an orderly manner.

Overall, Cold Cedar Collar is on the path to healthy development. The most pressing food problem has also been effectively addressed by the food purchased from Ambesseur, which is now held up in the Cold Sequoia warehouse until April of the Sword Year, and the rest depends on the harvest of winter wheat, although some more may have to be bought. Referring to this issue, the teenage girl expressed her views on the current situation, as the wars in the North were so cloudy that the price of food was likely to continue to rise in the coming months that she suggested that the Territory should do so as soon as possible if there was a need to procure food.

The only members of the Territory involved in internal affairs - such as Buru, Roman, Odham and Charles - agreed, and Brando naturally did. He wanted to go to Ambesseur immediately, just in time to buy a shipment of food, and now the aristocrats of the North and the South, gathered under the arrangements of the Temple at Ambesseur, a permanently neutral trading port, were preparing for final negotiations on the future of the Kingdom, which, in the view of ordinary people, was the last hope of keeping the civil war from breaking out, and merchants were still watching, with food prices fluctuating, but only a few accumulating in secret.

Brando understood, however, that there was no room for a turnaround between the North and the South, that the apparent negotiations were aimed at maintaining peace in Eruin, but that beneath the table, in fact, the two sides were engaged in a final struggle against the forces of the Kingdom. Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Regent will take this opportunity to meet with Alex and reach an agreement on marriage, knowing, in the light of the little news Brando has received about the North, that the Royal Party and the Anglican Mission have arrived in Ambesseur one step ahead of the other with the Princes of the North.

The cat was boring, but he knew from the past that the future Her Royal Highness and Grand Duke Anlek would probably be in the mission, but had not been made public. Though there is virtually no line of sight in the direction of Ambesseur or even north of Voss today, all sources and transmission rely almost entirely on the fleet of Ambessel merchants who have established a brief link with the Cold Cedar Collar, even without such information, it does not prevent Brando from knowing the truth behind it.

Because this is nothing more than a preview of history.

He's got a little time.

At this point Antitina continues to refer to agricultural issues and, by the way, to spring farming, as anyone can see, Brando wants to create a larger situation, but if Tonigal's agriculture is intentionally scaled up, then spring farming will require a lot of labor. In normal years, no one, except the homeless, would be willing to migrate to such a remote area, as the Black Rose War had created a large number of war refugees, and Master Buru had sent a letter to students everywhere to organize their migration to Toniguer.

The problem between this is mainly the loss on the road, which sounds almost sad in Brando, and the fact that living life counts as much as goods and goods reminds him more than once of the slave trade in the history of the world in the past. In fact, however, if these uprooted farmers and handicraftsmen were left behind in the war-torn homes of Vieiro, Karasu and Goran-Elson, the end result would be nothing more than self-destruction, only a very small number of them would survive, and the elderly and children would have little chance of survival.

This is the helplessness of war and the reality that the world must accept. When Brando accepts this knowledge as half of the modern man, all he can say is silence, a background he has never paid attention to in the past. It's like Warnde only has those grand myths, but the NPCs are describing the cruelty of a living world, and nobody cares.

“… one problem is that these refugees are more or less hosted by local nobility, but nobility only needs a strong workforce and women who can give birth, leaving many with elderly people and children…”

Speaking of which, Antittina stopped and looked back at Brando with her black eyes as if she could speak. There is a deep sense of sadness in the eyes of the young girl, who speaks of these homeless people, as she shares the feeling that if it were not for Brando, she would also be part of the lowest segment of the world's weak predators; but on the other hand, there are difficult contradictions in Antina's heart that cannot be revealed.

“It doesn't matter, the elderly have experience that young people can't reach. As for children, Tonigal needs children. Children are the future of the territory. They have experienced the ordeal of war before they can appreciate the hard-won peace life and Tonigal can accommodate them.” Brando took a quiet breath.

He is now a lord, and there are many who stand behind him, which means that he needs to go to maturity, but maturity does not mean that he must join the nobility of the world; Brando has always believed that, even if one day the world of civilization becomes desolate, the noble and wonderful culture that mankind has shaped over thousands of years of sparkling history will not be weathered; rather, humankind will be the first to emerge from the wilderness and rely on the light of humanity.

It was just his own opinion, but Brando looked at the others, and the scene was full of respect. There was a mysterious complexity in the face of the young lady Antittina, who wished that Brando could calmly reject her, but in that case she was doomed to be disappointed. But he reassured her - although she knew it was a childish, impulsive decision, it was full of inspiring power.

At that moment, she felt as if she had seen an endless pitch of pitch black with a young knight holding a shining flag and advancing in the backflow, the kind of perseverance that melted almost all of her heart, how much she hoped for a moment to help that young man go further, so that this gentle light could exist for a moment before the dawn of Eruin.

“Old people don't always have experience, and there's no need for so many old people...” The aristocratic girl mumbled herself and smiled unconsciously and gently.

“Never seen such an idiot before, forget it, let me help you to the end...” Of all the people below, Master Brue shook his head in the crowd, but in his eyes was tolerance and comfort. It was only after he had lived in exile that he understood the extent to which the bottom of Eruin had sinked. Whoever could save Eruin, the bloodbath he had experienced as a king party, had cooled down, and he was not sure whether the party could help Eruin, and support for the princess's side stemmed more from an inertia about his past.

It was not until he saw Brando make his decision today that he felt that perhaps there was something in this young man that the nobles of Eruin were missing. He suddenly made up his mind to write to some of his more proud students and some old friends to come to Tonigal and see what was happening here.

After completing the refugee issue, Antittina made a few remarks about the development of the territory. In fact, there is nothing to say. The White Beard Guard has not yet shadowed anything. The main thing is that the army is far from sufficient, and the armor and weapons workshop are also not adequately staffed to carry out full work for the entire army. Old Dwarf Odom's 'grand mega-city' is still on paper, and according to him, he runs east and west every day, building fortresses and tunnels on several mountains like rabbit holes.

The Silver Mine of Schaffrend operates steadily and is the main source of funding for the Territory. With the help of Druid, Brando, the Territory's future financial growth point, can easily develop the border zone of the Black Forest, and now the most important thing is the crystal rich mine that he discovers, although not too high yet, has hidden momentum to catch up with the silver mine every month.

Other specialties, such as alchemy, wood, fur, and some rarities, are small heads, and only Tama has exaggerated him once for these praises. By the way, Tama has now upgraded her alchemy to level 12, which is Brando's conclusion from the quality of the dragon blood agent he helped to refine.

Finally, mainly the expansion of the port of Gris, a small fishing port that has now expanded two berths for large vessels and built new stack bridges, is no longer the quiet little port of the past. Its main task in the future was to sustain its increasingly prosperous commercial activities and to renovate the port with considerable manpower, although Roman had not requisitioned its inhabitants, but had done so by employing workers, and instead had won a consistent reputation, rather than wanting other lords to do the same.

The only problem with Brando's reputation in the Territory today is that it is misrepresented and the inhabitants of the Territory are more or less concerned that war will continue. But in other ways, most people have recognized this wise, benevolent master - at least a few times more benevolent than Groutin.

On the other hand, it turns out, in fact, that the expenses of the employees were eventually recovered through food, and Roman deliberately left a small portion of the private sector, which according to her means that small sums of money would only be generated in the hands of hard-working people, and Roman just had to earn them back by then - as if they were in her pocket.

But territorial wealth is Brando's affluence, and Brando doesn't mind what she does.

“… the situation in the Territory is almost as it is now, because the North is in a hurry, putting Count Denel at risk of being caught up in a war with the Grand Duke of Vieiro, and may not be able to come back against us for a moment. Though Eru is thus now in a precarious situation, Tonigal happens to be able to win a breathing opportunity. ”

Antitina stopped and looked up slightly at Brando. Now Tony Gehr can say thrilled, everything is on track, and everyone on the field can't help but hear some hope. They were following Brando, and most of them were hopeless. I had no idea this was going to happen today, but this miraculous young man was actually leading them one step at a time, cutting down thorns and killing a way to live. And then again, who would have thought that this young man could bring his covenant with Druids, Tree Elves and Half Horse out of the Black Forest when Denel's army was crushing him?

Everything that has happened over the past few months is a dream miracle for everyone here at this very moment.

But this miracle did happen, and it is happening now.

Next, then, they seem to create an established fact. Occupy this territory and become a true lord, everyone may have a family identity, no longer a drifting mercenary, adventurer, ranger, vagrant or whatever.

Brando nodded gently at Antina.

“Just half a month ago, each of us did our best to sweat and even sacrifice blood to bring this nascent territory out of the shadow of a war. Perhaps you think we can finally catch a breath and enjoy a quiet day in the midst of the nobles. ”

Everyone nodded unconsciously.

“But what I'm going to tell you is, quite the contrary.” Brando shook his head: “I'm on my way to Ambethel, and I can't predict exactly what's going to happen to that line, but I'm sure, when I get back here again, Tonigal is about to be caught in a real war. ”

“This war, compared to the wars you've seen before, was like a worthless pediatric. This war will involve the two biggest factions of the kingdom and several queens, countless powerful lords, who will fight for it, and the most distinguished knights you have ever seen are just cannon ashes on the battlefield, and every enemy you face can crush what you once were like a twisted ant. ”

“And these powerful enemies are likely to unite to kill us. Tonigal will then embark on a path that is unimaginably difficult, thorny, with powerful enemies surrounding and even unacceptable to the whole of Eruin. ”

Once Brando was finished, of the ten ancient banyan trees surrounding the assembly area, there was silence and the needle fell to smell. Everyone looked at Brando standing on the platform at the heights, but he couldn't make a sound.

“Lord… why?” Finally, someone asked.

Brando thought, "Because I'm going to stop a real princess, the most legitimate heir to the kingdom of noble descent, from falling into a trap. To that end, Tonigal may offend all her enemies, and those royal nobles who do not get what they want at the negotiating table will unite, the war will spread to the whole of Eruin, and we have little allies but to save this shaky kingdom on our own. ”

Everyone listened, and only Antina, who truly knew the truth, simplified Brando's words in her heart —— I'm going to rob a marriage. The aristocratic girl couldn't help but whisper and suddenly she thought of something and looked down at a pendant on her chest - a relic that her father had left her.

“But what do the nobles have to do with us, they never did us any good, and why should we work so hard for them?” Those in the original Grey Wolf mercenary regiment could not help but ask that, of all those present, those who had been deceived by Makaro were the least trustworthy of the nobility.

“The reason is simple: in fact, we are able to stand here because of the recognition of Her Royal Highness the Princess. We nominally reclaimed this territory from Madara, whether you like it or not, and if you lose this moral foothold, we will be their next target when the aristocrats of the North divide their victories and losses, gasp and turn back. ”

“We can therefore only join one side and defeat the other. There is little hope, but we have no choice.” Brando replied.

There was another moment of silence in the assembly hall.

But all of a sudden, a voice shouted, “Martha's up, Lord! In that way, if we help Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin defeat her brother and help her rise to the throne, will we not be able to help her at risk? Then it is only natural that a Duke should be sealed with Lord's credit! ”

Brando looked back and found that Caglis looked at the city and said, “Lord, if you are a duke, we must at least have a baron as ministers! Ha, see how my old man can teach me a lesson then, I'll be even taller than him. ”

Caglis said that with a vulgar face, and Merriam-faced blush around him pulling his sleeves straight, he was so ashamed that he couldn't help but find a stitch to drill down. She had never seen such a vulgar nobleman, nor did she know how Sir Mintai had educated the man.

But Brando was laughing, and of course he could see that this smart young man was nursing himself, but at least from that point on, Caglis was there for him.

Caglis' words did cause a riot. Why not? Most of what everyone sees in front of the interests is interest rather than the risks that follow, not to mention the fact that with such a generous reward, the risks that need to be risked also seem a little worthless.

Indeed, if they helped Her Royal Highness to take the throne, then Caglis' conjecture could well be fulfilled. Everyone knows that Her Royal Highness is now helpless, easy to add flowers, charcoal delivery in the snow is very precious, what about the family that followed the first monarch Acme in that year?

Anrek, Sifah, Vieiro, which is not the real Grand Duke of Power?

To think of it, everyone's mind moves.

When Brando sees the color of these people, he knows it's going to be okay. He knew that those who were closest to him would surely follow him, and then the veterans of the November war of the Red Copper Dragon mercenary regiment, who were potential supporters of the Royal Party, mainly to appease the remaining mercenaries, who had little faith, must know that they were fighting for themselves, otherwise there would be chaos in the future.

And he nodded, and he said, "Exactly, so I want you to be prepared, and the reward will be great, but only the winner will get paid, and I don't need to say that I think you should understand. ”

“Of course, my lord! ”

“We understand. ”

“Lord, don't worry, with your wisdom, Her Highness is lucky to have your support!” This is the idea of packing tickets, and it looks like some people are already full of confidence. Brando certainly knows that most of these guys are shooting horses, but at least they've been motivated anyway.

Sometimes a subordinate's mind fluctuates and the worst is unpredictable, but once the worst is known, Tony Gehl will surely be able to join the war in the most perfect state when the real war breaks out. Brando couldn't help touching his chin, and honestly, he wasn't sure about the war that followed.

Not that he wasn't confident enough, but that the enemy was too strong. He did not tell the truth that, if the plan did not go well, he might have to forcibly break Princess Griffin's marriage to Alex, but either of them could have caused Alex to cast his anger on the other side, and the best result would have been neutrality, which, if the worst had happened, would have meant that Tony Gehl would almost have to face the pressure of Eruin as a whole.

Eruin's strength is not strong, but that's after Bimadara, Cruz, and with the strength of six or seven Grand Dukes of Eruin as a whole, facing a Tonigal in the district, that's comparable to the strength between adults and children. And by then, his only ally was the poor help of His Royal Highness.

In fact, Brando did not have a complete response at the moment, but the time he was given was no longer sufficient for him to prepare, he would never let history repeat itself, and his trip to Ambethel was already inevitable. At this point he saw Charles come up, knowing that the other party was going to tell him that the boat to Ambethel was ready.

From Tonigle to Ambessel, it's only a week away.

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(PS: First of all, thank you [It's the night wind, the clouds are pouring] [Ten Night T-Run Wind] [Ah Woo Tuan Zi] [I don't know the world] [Hermtika] and stickers to help me sort out the data.

Then correct two BUGs, one is Kuran's median strength in gold and one is Fire Giant. I looked at the Fire Giant Spirit. The card is Grade 45. Grade 45 is the strength of the Silver Peak near the Golden Primary, and can barely be counted as the Golden Primary.

And finally, Metissa, although her absolute strength is only under gold, her fighting power is median gold.

) (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.)