The Amber Sword

There is no wall of impenetrability in the world, and in just three days, the duel that took place at the Temple of Andefoule has spread in the aristocratic circle, and then it spreads among ordinary citizens. On the side of the struggle, Alec's long-time swordsman lost to an unknown teenager, and until the bard transformed the experience into a story, Brando's story in the crowd became the most remarkable figure in the new generation of Eruin.

At least for a few days in Ambethel, his fame can be compared to that of several distinguished young noble descendants that Eruin has always recognized, almost all of whom speculate on who he is, although only a few know that Wood personally presided over the salute. This man must have come from an extraordinary past. Even the future Princess of the Regent sent someone to find out where Brando came from.

Especially after her best friend Magdalene learned the truth about what happened...

Anlek, the West Fah family is no exception, and Ambesseur's roads were overstretched with roads that stirred up the barricades. Fortunately, ordinary citizens have long been accustomed to tightening up their nervous practices as long as the grass blows a little, and those who live in this tense atmosphere comfort themselves that the port of Ambesseur will not fade as long as it remains cloudy and the Temple of Underflor remains in existence for a day.

The bell of the temple is the annotation of this phrase, and day after day, it still rings the entire gray white harbor without action.

In a state of panic, Brando himself spent every day in Ambethel in an orderly fashion, and as he expected, as long as the High Priest of the Temple of Andefulle did not speak, no one would find him. Over the past week, he had met with Count Donal, the owner of the auction, under Magdalene's introduction, who was very interested in the painting he had mentioned as a darkening princess, but Brando - or rather, the businessman's sister-in-law - smiled politely but did not reveal what was in his hands, but euphemistically indicated that the painting would be sent to Baron Donal in a few days to verify its authenticity.

Brando looked at the itchy Baron and Slow Slow Slow Sly, Eyeball Little Roman talking scene, but even this old aristocrat who had been passing through the sandbox in the business field had to exclaim himself, praising our businessman and sister for being a natural ingredient in the business.

That's really something Brando didn't expect.

He knows that Roman has a business gift, but the young lady's brain has always been unclear - or that logic loops are different from normal people, and that she has not had many opportunities to deal with her peers before - in other words, lack of experience. After all, the paper talks differently from the actual operation, especially when dealing with people. Honestly, before he brought her here, he was wondering if this little cutie would be frightened.

“What do you say, Brando?” Out of Baron Donal's mansion, Little Roman looked up proudly at him and asked - her slender neck lined with a beautiful head, brown hair platter, wearing the black dress that Brando had bought for her in Pragues, the collarbone gleaming like snow beneath the curve of the neck, and she carried a ruby necklace, like flame and blood, the necklace gleaming, trance-lined with the full smell of confidence and pride of a businesswoman.

Brando could totally appreciate her pride because she was proud of the person he loved, a shallow smile that kept Brando from palpitating.

“Well.” Brando nodded subconsciously: “Unexpectedly, Little Roman, you behaved better than I thought. I just didn't expect that old gentleman to praise you so much. He was… a face figure even in this city…” Brando was astonished that Little Roman's opponent was not simple, and Donal's life was also another talent, and that man was Ambethel's first man to be honored by nobility as a businessman.

“The old man is ridiculous.” The Roman Heights lifted their willow-leaf-like little eyebrows, answering naturally.

“Huh?”

Brando turns around, and he rarely sees this businesswoman humble. Even when she was in Butch, the young lady's heart was higher than the sky, and she would never reveal the swallowing side in front of anyone, as if she were born to be a dominant scene.

“With desire, there is weakness," Little Roman replied in a highly unpredictable tone, but the second half was missed: "My aunt said, especially if someone made a deal with Brando and Little Roman, Roman would be very distressed. ”

The first half of the sentence was still like a human saying, except that the more Brando listened, the more he squeezed the little guy's face with one hand: "Don't be serious about making a deal with your own fiancé ——”

“Ouch, Brando, you... Ouch... Let go of me...” Our businesswoman immediately raised her eyebrows high and her little face was torn apart by Brando.

The nun princess Magdalene looked at this man and woman strangely. For some reason, she was a little envious, so she squeezed out the words: “You two have a wonderful relationship...”

Brando smiled slightly, letting go of little Roman, and looked up at Ambethel's last round of moonlight as silver.

In the days that followed, news of the wars in the clouds of the North finally spread. The Cruz have driven the cavalry into the fortress, the threat of the Lions of Tokenin seems to have become a reality overnight, the word jihad quickly replaced the young master of swordsmanship became the most popular topic among the people of Ambesseur, even the air seemed to breed a heavy scent of conspiracy, the Temple of Underflor was about to be replaced, and the Temple became busy.

On the other hand, Brando has smelled a hidden crisis since he met Eagle Dejar next to the Marquis of Uxie, who commissioned Sue and Andrig's blood to spy on the news - that vampires are a living creature in shadow, that covert operation spying intelligence is one of their best jobs, that Maddala has on several occasions mixed vampires into humans to obtain intelligence, and that Brando is now nothing more than a razor painting - but that information from Murphy and Andrig has reinforced his suspicions, that Alec is now said to have landed inside a castle south of Ambethel and that the castle is heavily guarded.

Brando was well aware of the spleen nature of Alec, who was an old rapist, and if he was so cautious, he would surely be plotting something. It's only a pity that the vampire pseudomaniac tested the castle's defenses and couldn't do it at all. The news gave Brando a sense of urgency, and now he would like to see Princess Griffin as a reminder, unfortunately, that the princess's estate is equally secure, otherwise he would have dived into it once.

Time was getting closer to the councils and meetings of the nobles, and at the end of the day Brando had to give up his suspicions about Alec. On the other hand, Lord Wood offered to tell him every day what was happening inside the temple with the nobility - of course, the information seemed to float on the surface, and Brando could hear it just as easily as he could, except that Lord Wood saved him a lot of time by doing so, on the one hand, and to reassure him of what was happening over there. In contrast, Lord Wood also presides over the day-to-day affairs of the Temple of Fire at the Grand Temple of Underflor, which, by virtue of this article, conveys enough information.

After settling down, Brando had to face the biggest trouble he had to solve by diving into the councils and meetings of the nobles. He would not ask for help from Lord Wood. After all, this was important and easy to leave a grip on, let alone say that Lord Priest would definitely not agree, and Brando himself was temporarily reluctant to cause trouble in the Temple of Fire.

He wanted to come and think about it, but only the news that Su brought back a week ago was more reliable.

Of course, that's not really a reliable message.

……

In the middle of the month of recovery, two days before the start of the meetings and conferences of the nobles -

Ambesselsi faces the sea, the Channel of Chakroa divides the narrow peninsula equally, and the salty waters engrave a white wave beneath the cliff, striking black brown rocks from time to time. Geographically, Ambesseur is located at the end of the northerly branch of the Anseli Mountains, where the rivers enter the sea, where the sea winds and currents converge, the climate is humid, clouds gather at the foot of the mountains, and the result of the abundance of precipitation is the forest cover, east of this port, which is a vast mountainous forest, the Heisson and the Hazelnut Mountains of Anlek.

Silver Fairy Princess Metissa hid in the bushes and her silver-grey robe covered her delicate body with wet, dewy water after nightfall, she couldn't help coughing twice; her eyes crossed the hillside forest, looking out over a small town not far from where the lights were bright in the dark.

There are several estates in the town, more than a dozen miles from Ambesseur, which can also be said to exist in dependence on the harbour. There are many such towns in the vicinity of Ambesseur.

“This is it, Sue? ”

She tapped a map on the stake with her fingers and asked back.

Girl Su's eyes were bright and crystalline under the reflective lining of the light, but lacked expression, as if answering the question was as boring as an endorsement, but she was still meticulously done. Her eyes fell on the hill as well, and the town had ordered her men to confirm it many times over the days, and there was absolutely no mistake.

Girl of the Pokémon did not suspect her companion. After hearing this answer, she turned back and whispered to the black hole in the forest: “Lord. ”

There was an instant sound of teething in the bushes.

“Wait, his--”

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