The Amber Sword

As the busiest commercial port and cargo haven in Eruin and throughout the southern part of Kruz, the harbour runs from the early morning when the shaky, cool lights hang on the poles until the sea rises like the beginning of the moon. Businessmen and dock workers are busy all day, accumulating a staggering amount of wealth for the gigantic harbor, and only during the annual stormy season in the sparkling sea will this golden route cool off and allow the city's residents to stop for a while.

Principal Wood stood under the white stone lighthouse in a white red coat, a figure like him, sent here by the temple to be the head of the Diocese of Ambesseur, and also the spiritual leader of the entire Temple of Eruinitis. As long as he stayed in this position for another 15 years, he had the qualifications to enter the core of the temple of power and become one of the eleven great priests. At that stage, even the position of high priest of the temple was only a step away.

Normally, one cannot imagine what more he would pursue in a position like this - Wood's face is thin, his cheeks are falling, although he is barely eighty years old, but he looks like an old man with a long period of wind and rain, only a pair of deeply orbiting eyes are divine, and the majesty is such that the ordinary man can't help but be timid at first sight - the Lord's offering holds his lips and his watch is calm, but his heart is not much calmer than that of the aristocrats of Eruin's size and size in recent times.

“Toquinin's lions are foolish and must be backed by the Temple of the Earth.” Wood stood on the hillside and watched as sailboats, large and small, entered and exited the harbour, leaving a long trail in the blue bay. For example, the outgoing sails of the clouds constitute a wonder within the waters of the stacked bridge. Each waterway is filled with senior pilots waiting to enter and leave. The wealth of the river can't resist some exclamation from this tall figure for a moment. "Eruin is the front line against the Temple of the Earth and must not tolerate this civil unrest for too long, leaving us little time. ”

Around him, his good friend Ican Sacrifice nodded in agreement. The two have been partners in this position for many years, and although neither is a native of Eruin, they know the ancient kingdom well. “But the lions are stupidly moving, and the real offense is expected to wait until next year, especially this fall when food is confiscated, and the Temple of the Earth doesn't dare to rush into action. ”

Wood glanced at his companion.

“Do you know how much history this white stone lighthouse has had, Icahn? ”

The sacrificial Iqan took a glance at the lighthouse next to the two of them, which was once the symbol of Ambethel. When Jun Aceh built the port here earlier, Ambessel was far from its current size and was not a so-called trading port. This lighthouse had once guided the navy of Jun Aceh to battle the navy of the Temple of Fire on the nearby surface of the sea, and the White Stone Lighthouse had always been regarded as a symbol of Eruin and a symbol of insistence in the dark.

“Unfortunately, the lighthouse was destroyed by a fire 50 years ago, and its historical value was torched. The new lighthouse, though rebuilt, is not the same one after all.” Ikan understands what his companions mean, and he appreciates the royal party and the princess because they have the same insistence on glory as they do, but history is history, and Wood is clearly reminding him to look at it fairly.

“The same is true of this kingdom, which, no matter how young its history is, has persisted in its glory abandoned by its descendants, leaving nothing but a body shell. By comparison, being given a new mission, just like this beacon, is what it deserves. ”

“I understand, Lord Sacrifice.” Ikan replied humbly.

Lord Wood nodded, and the temple had always been just and would not easily interfere in the internal affairs of its subordinate countries, thus guaranteeing authority. He and his assistant partners have been very appreciative of each other's insistence on justice and glory for many years, but at this point he will never allow his assistant to interfere in the internal affairs of Eruin in favour of the princess.

Thinking about it, the priest couldn't help looking back at the direction of the city. Ambethel is one of the two largest cities in the south, and the harbor rearwards stretches into the sky like an ant cave. The largest building in the city is undoubtedly the temple of the Temple of Fire. If the temple is hidden in the fog, he can't help but think of what the little Magdalene told herself and shook his head.

That's impossible. The temple will never fall on either side, and the high priest can't be so hasty.

And it was at this time that the bells on the white lighthouse rang again, and the bells of the bronze bells made the nearby ground all chestnut up, the sandstone shrugged, and it spread for dozens of miles, and even half the city could be heard clearly. The bell signaled the arrival of a boat, and Wood and Icahn raised their heads and saw a sailboat carrying a three-sided sail entering the port.

“It's a boat back from Rubik.” Iqan recognized the flag from the ship as soon as he saw it.

“This time of year, the storm is closing the southern channel, which should be the last boat to come back from Rubik this month, a little late, and people who have been sailing at sea for years have died.” Wood glanced at the boat and couldn't help but sigh.

“The world is fascinated by money, and wealth, while important, is not as precious as life.” Ikan shook his head, too.

But this time the priest did not approve, but sighed with a famous play by Hessen I, who had been ridiculed in Eruin's history as "King of the Road": "Without wealth, where is life? ”

……

The two sacrificial lords sighed at the lighthouse hills, yet the officials and officials of the Port Authority of Ambesseur were less idle and, to be precise, these busy little figures are now almost in a mess. Junean. Oparis, a descendant of a large, small aristocratic family in the city of Ambesseur, relying on his father's relationship, finally sat in the position of deputy director of the Port Authority, but he had not been in office for half a week. On this day, a message almost made him immediately throw away the pointy helmet on his head and flee.

“What did you say? Paren, you bastard, what did I tell you yesterday-- if you drink too much or joke with me, I'll kick you out, I don't care who you are!” This unlucky young man was almost yelling at the subpoena crystal on his hands, and he just didn't throw this thing worth a thousand gold: “You think I'm stupid! ”

“No, I mean it!” The one who subpoenaed the crystal stone was a friend of Junean's. In Eruin's proverb, he was kind of a good brother who played with his crotch pants and was also a nobleman, and although he was a little unreliable, drunk, playing with women on duty, fighting, and almost anything that could be done at the pier, Junean left him here because the relationship between the two of them did speak an iron word. But at this moment, the young man who hung himself as a pirate on a weekday seemed terribly frightened at this moment and said with a crying tone: “Dude, I swear in the name of Lord Martha, I didn't lie to you, I really saw a sea monster whale - of course, if the woman who claimed to be a pirate didn't lie to me the last time, listen to me, it looks exactly like her tattoo on her left butt... No, no, I'm going to say that it's much scarier now at sea...”

“Fuck your mother's ass, don't tell me about that woman," Junean said, ignoring even the nobility's last resort at this moment. Of course, their noble descendants have nothing to say, especially the young man who grew up in the mixed environment of the fish dragon Ambethel. He pulled the collar a little viciously, but hearing the other party swear in Martha's name was a long time gone, although he also understood that if possible, the lawless guy might even dare to take on Lord Martha - of course, it's just a statement, and Junean is starting to feel a little overwhelmed.

A sea demon whale ready to attack the port?

God, does he live in some mythical age? Junean sat at his famous mahogany desk for half a day and worked out the following three thoughtful plans:

Scroll absconding, scroll absconding, and scroll absconding.

But he immediately rubbed his hair together, and if he did, his old man would have killed him first. Junean was born as defenceless as his good brother, not even the king of Eruin was afraid of half, but he immediately appeared in front of his old man. When he thought of his old man's angry appearance, his legs were softened by three points. He grabbed the crystal stone of summons and swallowed it for half a day. He said, "Brother, ask for blessings, I will walk first" and came out of the mouth and became: "You give me a moment, I will come soon! ”

The sailors in the harbour were in chaos, but someone at sea was distant from Ambesseur in front of him at the moment, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“With a population of 310,000 in the port city and surrounding areas and towns, the vast magic system sustains the city's operations, sewage, lighting, water supply and domestic waste disposal. The mysterious magic that is rare in the countryside of southern Eruin is found here. Merchants pay heavy money to hire wizards to serve them. Some of these wizards have worked here for decades and are deeply rooted, and the wizards themselves have formed a guild called 'Eye of Ambethel'. ”

“This group of wizards not only maintains the day-to-day functioning of the city, but also intervenes in the security of the port, deters adventurers from fighting, sets up city locks to prohibit foreign wizards from practising spells in the city, and they have also set up a massive anti-aircraft law front in the inner city of Ambesseur to prevent the port from being attacked from the sky. ”

Brando stood on the side of the boat, introducing others to the place, and suddenly sighed. He turned back, with a helpless, near desperate look in his eyes, and finally saw the legendary monster, the king of the beast, the monster whale as huge as a mountain river shook his fishfins at them like a naughty child before slowly diving into the deep sea.

“My old man said that sea demon whales are no less intelligent than adults, and now it seems so.” Captain James also saw the scene and couldn't help but sigh.

But Antittina looked at Brando in doubt, and she couldn't help but ask, "Lord, what exactly are you giving those Nagars, and I see how they look at you as if you were looking at their king, and they let the sea demon whale send us all the way to port, so how can we hide our identities? ”

“But I hear the king of Naga is a woman.” Little Roman, after a week of exercise, is now free to appear on the deck, her eyes turned and Brando was directly feminized.

Brando wiped a sweat, and he didn't expect the Nagars to be so ‘hospitable’, but to be able to do things like let the sea demon whales send them into port, Brando felt that other than Sannibal's stupid fish, ordinary people really couldn't do such creative things.

He coughed and said unbelievably: "Depending on the situation, the people in the port don't know that this big guy is following us anyway, as long as we don't admit it.” Go ahead, he looks at the young captain. James shrugged his shoulders and replied, "My lord does not want to be famous, and naturally it will not get worse. Don't worry, my lord.”

The young captain came here helplessly: “Honestly, my lord, now you have a much higher reputation among them than I do, and even if I don't say it, they will keep their mouth shut.” Naturally, what he says, Brando's two bottles of holy water have worked wonders, and now the sailors of the whole ship are paying homage to Brando, a noble lord with sword saints as mentors and kindness.

… (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.)