The Amber Sword

“Wait a minute.” Lord Wood suddenly appeared, and the elderly priest looked at each other with a slight glimpse, hurrying to stop the movement in his hand. “Cleric Zoya, I have something to say to this young man. Can you leave first?” The current archdeacon of the Temple of Anderfleur did not stop for a moment on Brando, and he looked at his colleagues and asked.

Old Mai's priest stunned, but then lowered his eyelids and bowed slightly to each other with his hands in front of his chest: "Of course, as you wish, Lord Priest.” He glanced at Brando and looked at the face of Lord Wood, some of whom could not speculate on the relationship, but now it was no longer his concern, and the elderly sacrifice could only put aside his curiosity and retreated from the quiet room.

Wood turned his back and felt that his eyes were slightly harsh on him. Brando's cry was not good. The archdeacon of Underflor was harshly worded and did not look like he was here to buy him afternoon tea - again, it was neither noon nor afternoon.

“I hear your name is Brando?” The High Priest of Eluin, under one man and above ten thousand men, spoke.

Brando felt his eyebrow tip slightly picked like a needle stabbed him, and he raised his head and pretended to look at each other indissolubly and asked, "Hmm? ”

“Well, your reaction was tactful and realistic, but unfortunately, Turaman told me, didn't he tell you about his relationship with me?” Wood suddenly smiled slightly between the serious divine colors, shook his head, and the young man in front of him, who an old friend had mentioned to himself not so long ago, behaved cautiously at this moment, but he seemed a little astringent because he already knew the details of each other.

Wood's words made Brando stifle, and then he whispered in his heart, how could he forget the relationship between the priest of Ambethel and Turaman, who had known each other in the Amber Sword early in life in Cruz, and who had not been disconnected even during Turaman's secluded days on the outskirts of Pragues, since Turaman often had the task of sending letters to the Ambethel side.

But what Brando unexpectedly expected was Turaman's attitude toward him, and although he had met the college man earlier in Prague, the only sympathy he could speak of was the experience of the rings of the wind fighting the waves together. Even if he could see that William and Tullaman had a good impression of a young descendant like him, but only to talk about it, Brando didn't think he was just asking for help to write a letter of introduction, and didn't think that he actually found his old friend in Ambethel directly.

The former is a favor, the latter is a deliberate act, and there is a huge difference.

In Tulaman's position in Eruin, it seems unlikely that there will be any attempt against him, a small force biased against Tonigal's corner. Before Brando had had time to think about the relationship, Wood had already seen his suspicions, and the priests stared at him as if to see Brando through: “You don't have to think about it, my old friend seems to appreciate you. It's the first time I've seen him so enthusiastic since he left the core of power in this kingdom. ”

“Do you know what he said to me? ”

Brando, of course, doesn't know, but he's also curious as to why the owner of Herr's famous Silver Castle took a long way to help himself with the tower. He simply looked at the High Priest of the Temple of Anderfleur and shook his head barely: “I don't know, Lord High Priest.” In so saying, he recognized his identity.

This time it's Lord Wood's turn to be curious, "Young man, now that I know who you are, you should understand that you are treason, and I represent the Temple of Fire. Do you really think I'm going to let you go because of an old friend?” When the elderly High Priest asked this question, he unconsciously revealed his dignity as a high-ranking priest of the Temple. If ordinary people faced such an inquiry, they would have frightened Cerser, but Brando was well-deserved to ask, and he answered frankly: “I don't know, but I'd rather believe that the grown-ups are here telling me so much for a reason. ”

“My old friend thinks you can help Eluin get out of the mud.” Lord Wood replied.

Brando's fingers moved slightly.

This is the answer he never dreamed of.

He took a breath and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Along the way, he seemed a little too arrogant, because even he could not see the path of countless years before, and he never thought how great he was doing it now, because rather than saving it, it was to make up for the regrets of the past; Brando even felt that his starting point was a bit selfish, and he hoped that the good things he had lost in the past would be preserved, just as a child who had done the wrong things would make up for his mistakes - although it was not his fault, Brando always had a guilty conscience.

Too much knowledge, but too little can be done. The only answer he could give himself was to try to get it done.

Even on Ambethel's journey, His Royal Highness, the princess who leached blood for Eluin in another period of history, was on the other end of the mist, but whether or not he could pass through the mist was still an unknown number, and Brando took every step with caution, a caution only he knew, but to this day one definitely said to him:

‘I think you can help Eluin get out of the mud. ’

And this man is not yet a regular messenger, he is a wise old man, he is the owner of Silverburg, the college man of Eruin, the Silver People, Buga is like one of the many artisan wizards standing on the top of the cloud of mortals. Brando thinks he's not bored enough to make a joke about him, and it's such a coincidence.

Brando felt a little dry at first, but Tullaman was not a prophet after all, and the old man might have seen some signs with some wise eyes, but Brando felt better to be modest. Just a flavor of denial, inevitably insufficient, he looked at the archdeacon of Underflor and nodded:

“I believe that any aspiring young man would have such an idea of this ageing kingdom. It's not just me, it's a lot of people fighting for that. Me too, just trying to do what I think is right, that's all. ”

“So what you did in Tonigal is part of the answer?”.

Brando nodded.

Wood drowned his eyelids and walked up to Brando, telling him to get down on his knees: "The Toquinin Lions of the North are stupidly moving, you know? ”

When Brando looked at the action of the High Priest to give him the ritual of conversion of the Knight of the Sacred Church, he was not able to understand each other's thoughts. Wood, who has been known for his selflessness in the history of the Sword of Amber, is known as a 'steely and dignified cleric’, but his reputation is mostly positive and he is a truly admirable priesthood based on the virtues of the Temple. Brando reacted slightly, kneeling on one knee, as if a knight had accepted the seal.

Although he did not have much fondness for this formal ceremony, it was a rare opportunity, and he understood it.

At the same time, he nodded and lowered his voice: "Know something. ”

“The Temple will not leave Eruin in turmoil for too long.” Wood put his hands on Brando's shoulder and said, "In the name of Gilt, the King of Fire, his descendants have always been honored by that name, not because they rejoiced in the achievements of their ancestors, but because they inherited such character and virtue, so we vowed that no matter how turbulent the earth may be, his descendants will always uphold this inner conviction. ”

“I swear to God -” Brando replied, "on the one hand, he wasn't really too upset about the Toquinin Lion's agitation, because it was something that had happened in history, like a nail on a board. The sound of the ancient vows recited by this historic Iron Feast is more sacred than the sound of some resonance in Brando's heart. Yeah, these qualities were so precious in the dark ages, but now Warnde has abandoned them, and only a few are still holding on.

“Well, we ask this young knight not to change the vows he has made because of any change in circumstances, whatever the circumstances, and he should understand that there are things in the world that are always right and should not be abandoned and forgotten. ”

“I promise. ”

Just between the two of them, the space in the still room seemed volatile, and Brando felt that some connection in the underworld seemed to be built, like a bridge, descending from the sky at the moment of his vow, connecting this side of the world with the other side of the unknown. The law that sustains the foundation of the Amber Sword world resonates, and a pounding force descends from the sky and merges into his body, as if he had gained some kind of recognition, and he instantly gained the ability of the Holy Knight.

‘System Tip: Players get a new Career' Chapel Knight ’. ’

‘System Tip: Players acquire a new professional skill' Conflict Halo ’. ’

‘System Tip: Players acquire a new professional skill' Blood of Fire Yang ’. ’

‘System Tip: Players acquire a new professional skill‘ Spike Crown ’. ’

The blessing of a high priest is truly remarkable, with Brando instantly earning fifteen levels of free Chapel Knight professional grades, while acquiring one job skill each at Chapel Knight grades five and fifteen. Conflict Halo doesn't have to be introduced anymore, and the Blood and Spike Crown is one of the core skills of the Holy Knight.

(PS, you bad guys are in the group again secretly saying bad things about me, don't think I didn't see it, it's just something in the daytime, say two more, more soul faint!) (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.)