The Amber Sword

The dusty sky seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost, and the Marquis of Yuxi took his gaze back from outside the golden and glorious railing of the estate, and his thin, pale face hung a smiling, non-smiling look, “What a damned day this is, my lord.” His followers couldn't help complaining that the Marquis had been wearing a mink coat and just rubbing his hands. "The ice weather was cooler than the winter, but even if it was cold, it wouldn't stop our marquis' hearts from burning. ”

“Ambition, right? ”

The Marquis laughed and put his hands back on the railing, silently watching the two carriages driven by the knights pass through the bare tree-lined path, stopping one after the other outside the entrance to the estate. At this time, the lobby had gathered a number of well-dressed and far-reaching nobles, most of whom were local famous businessmen and gentlemen, but the meeting had little to do with them. In this game of determining the destiny of the kingdom, there was only a 'right to applaud' as a small figure.

But the carriage brought in real heavyweight characters--

When the carriage slowly stopped, the entire lobby calmed down and the rhetoric turned into whispering. Guests in the lobby could clearly see the shield emblem on the black compartment of the two carriages on the tree-lined road, the crescent moon, the staggered scepter and the crown, combined with the distinctive stamp of the winged serpent, and the identity of the owner of the carriage was echoed - the last blood of the Corcova family, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Eruin and her brother.

But compared to the fallen royal family, there is only one simple stamp of a fierce eagle on the other carriage, and it's just that this shield is like a cloud on everyone's minds - if any of the six Grand Dukes of Eruin is powerful, the answer is Alex.

The knight first opened the door for the princess. The light purple dress looked like a suddenly rolling cloud. Griffin slowly stepped off the carriage. She raised her head slightly, her pale silver eyes appeared to contain autumn water, flashing faintly with a clear and restrained glow, her soft silver hair dropping on her slender shoulders and a fur cape, but more backed up by the weakness of a half-Pokémon girl - but now this weakness supports a kind of innate indomitable pride.

Everyone present subconsciously held their breath and had long heard that Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Kingdom was the brightest pearl on the crown of Eluin, but only when she truly saw it did she understand that what was said was true.

Cheap Alex the old guy, that's what most people here think. But the Marquis of Uxi on the terrace revealed only a deep smile. He sniffed the smell of musk on his mink gloves. He thought that Grand Duke Anrek had appeared with His Highness. He was an old and cunning man. Is this a footnote for frequent contact between the two sides? In his view, however, this little girl from Kurt (1) sold herself to what price was the most interesting place.

The door of the second carriage opened, and those present inevitably felt a breath of nitrogen. Even Youxi on the terrace couldn't help but frown, the Duke of Anlek below the railing did not look as old as the rumors outside, his eyes were white, his eyes were like eagles, his serious face was filled with nonangry arrogance, his lips were thin, even the beard on his chin was as scrupulous as the Kwon Shen himself - the Duke looked like most nobles, to say the least.

He was wearing a black mink robe with a pale silver chest underneath it - but no one would ever think that the Grand Duke was a lifelong greedy, fearful man, and the Highlander was a martial arts man, and the Grand Duke of Alex was a dragonfly. He was present on all occasions in a luxurious costume, a view of the Eruin aristocratic circle, and even Youxi knew without looking at it that there must have been a sharp blade on the belt under the robe. This sword is not the flower rack that most noblemen use to decorate, and the enemies that Alec has split up with it in his lifetime are no less than two digits, and the flowers in the greenhouse look at these bodies and they're probably going to throw up.

Yet Youxi shouted jealously, and the general public was not allowed to walk into the room with weapons, but Grand Duke Anlek clearly fell outside the scope of the general public. It is a privilege for the Duke, who, despite his special status, is only a little better than the many figures who presided over this meeting.

The Duke of Anrek slowly walked off the carriage with a silver cane, and a pair of eagle eyes looked around and saw the princess beside him before the serious divinity slightly eased. He dusted his robe with his hand, revealing a smile and walking past, reaching out to Griffin flat with great decency, "Today you are the most beautiful princess in all Vaughn. ”

As usual, Griffin raised her hand to allow the powerful Duke to hold himself, “Thank you. ”

“It's an honor to marry a wife like you. ”

“As promised, by the time Haruze reaches the throne, I will naturally be your wife, Duke.” The half elf girl replied faintly.

Grand Duke Anrek laughed and didn't answer.

Behind them were Grand Duke Anrek's closest ministers and the royal party of Ouvel, Makaro, Leewoods and others, who looked at each other in a face and seemed to be rejoicing. But this harmony is not so much an expression of a fixed meaning within the rules of the noble game, which naturally has a different meaning in the eyes of the hearted - of course, for most of the common man, the most conspicuous of all is Dejar, with a bandage hanging from his hand and an unhappy face, the most distinguished swordsman of the highlander, fortunately retained his right hand in the previous duel, but the wound on his arm was not going to be good for a moment and a half.

Guests in the lobby could not resist another whispering moment ago when that duel in the Grand Temple of Andefoule had spread throughout Ambesseur, and naturally the two sides involved in the duel were at the centre of the conversation. It is only a pity that this prize does not bring glory, but shame. Dejar's face is blue and iron, and this highlander's proud eagle cannot be proud now.

Marquis Youxi was also one of the relatives of the duel, who stood on the terrace with a smile and greeted the Duke of Anlek, thanking him for lending him his escort on that day and apologizing for his recklessness. But when he walked Dejar and the others into the lobby, he couldn't help but think about what happened that day--

Who the hell is that young man? The temple is as silent as a bottle, as if no one but the High Priest himself knew each other's origins and seemed to have drilled out of thin air. But drilled out of thin air? Is that possible? Thought he already knew the various families of Eruin, but now it seems that this pool of water in the kingdom is still very deep; Marquis Yuxi rubbed his twisted eyebrows, Wood is a Krutz, he knew that the Krutz Empire had bought a lot of dark forces in the kingdom, but it is hard to say what the intention was at this time to do it.

Or Wood's own pieces? Doesn't matter, the headache won't be himself anyway, Marquis Yuxi thought, he suddenly flashed a shadow in his head.

The great figures representing the forces of Eruin have arrived at this moment, and the luxurious carriage stops one by one in the woods outside the estate; first, the carriage of the Duke of Sifah - the future uncle of His Majesty the King, the Grand Duke of Sifah, as the Queen's brother, naturally flies the flag brightly back to the North Group. This is followed by the Marquis of Balta, a family that has long been in charge of the White Lion Corps for the Corcova royal family.

The enemies of the White Lion Legion are Krutz, but it's hard to say who the enemies of the Swordburg family are. Marquis Youxi had a flash in his heart, but the next carriage gave him a slight glimpse - the dark carriage slipped into the woods like a ghost, the shield emblem on the carriage looked so unfamiliar, the reddish backdrop with a broken sword seemed to remind the world of its unique pride. The Marquis of Uxi reacted with almost seconds of hesitation, and the Swampberg family, a lonely soul who was free from the aristocratic circle of Eruin, came to Ambesseur.

His eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

It is not only the Marquis, as if the hall of the estate had calmed down at this moment when he had arrived with His Royal Highness the Princess. Perhaps not many people say what Yanbourg means to Eruin, but to speak of mystery, the family may be in the top three in this ancient kingdom. The last time the Earl of Swanburg saw King Eruin or thirty years ago, there seemed to be some kind of acquiescence between the kingdom and this ancient family, so that the kings of the land could turn a blind eye to one of their subjects.

The reason for this is unknown, not even to Brando, because in another period of history the secret sank with the demise of Eruin. But this does not prevent him from sitting here in a chariot that appears mysterious because of its owner, which corresponds to a slightly rushed Countess - or Miss Count - across from Brando, who has never shared a car with a strange man in her entire life.

Normally, she is accompanied by the Knight Female Nia, but today Brando is playing her crew and closest minister, and it is a biblical thing for the crew to ride with the lord.

When the carriage stopped, Brando lifted the curtain and looked out, and he immediately saw the royal carriage and the carriage of Anrek parked in its most prominent position, as well as Freya and Niemasis by the carriage - the future goddess of martial arts - napping, and Brando couldn't help but feel a little funny, but his heart was warm. Everything that was familiar in the past was still there, and Eluin had not yet slipped completely into the abyss of destruction, and everything seemed to have changed, and sometimes he was really worried that it was just an untrue dream.

But only when he sees Freya with the naive face of some Bucci country girl, who belongs to the future goddess of martial arts, will he feel that all this has become real again, as if it is within reach.

Then he retracted his gaze, when the knight outside the carriage had opened the door - Nia, the lady knight glanced at him with dissatisfaction. Brando didn't care, he walked out of the car and then reached out to the countess - Dilfrey hesitated for a moment before jumping off the carriage with his hand.

The two of them pulled a lot of sight out of the car. Of course Brando didn't think these sights were coming at him, and in fact, the people in the estate were amazed by the age of Delphirie, who was wearing the Count's robe, and the three silver sides of the robe that proved her identity - Swallow Castle had a new heir.

But of all those present, at least one sight fell on Brando.

“It's you!" The silent highlander, Eagle Dejar, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly made a roar, the loudness of which raised doubts as to whether the swordsman's thin body could be heard. The roar penetrated the hall of the estate and even trembled as though the floor was full of rage from which the master could reflect the sound.

Everyone was surprised.

Delphirie was no exception, and she had long thought that Brando et al. would come looking for trouble, but what she hadn't thought of was just getting out of the car and coming to the door. Unlike the script, the Countess couldn't help but frown and look at Brando with a questioning look.

At this moment, the center of sight had been transferred from the Countess to Brando, but Brando was just a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but shrug his eyebrows and didn't expect this guy to come along with his injuries.

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(Note 1: Kurt is the home of Gryphine, in Corcova province.

(PS: Miss, I was wrong again, 55555, it was a good two chapters, today the editor came to me with something, I filled out some forms delayed, stay till tomorrow, I'll come back at night and I'll speedily write...) (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.)