The Amber Sword

Brando raised his head and gave the audience the most fascinating smile - even the most demanding courtesan could hardly have picked a single problem out of this‘ aristocratic smile ', a falsely pretentious example of all the aristocracy of Eruin. That was his only response to Dejar, who was not afraid that Dejar or Alex would get himself into trouble here. He had won the duel in a proper duel, which had at least three prestigious witnesses, including the Marquis of Uxi, who had not killed Dejar at that time and who could already be praised for his mercy.

Those who can be mixed up in this room have no foolishness; everyone reacts immediately, “That's him! A sword broke Dejar's hand!” The lobby was blazed out for a moment.

“So young! How is that possible?”

“Martha, in my early years, I heard that the Highlander's eagle had the power to manifest elements. This young man can beat Dejar...? ”

“Impossible, he's under twenty years old at most...” The Guests were arguing and the whispering sounds seemed to flatten out a cyclone, spreading rapidly among the crowd. Surprises spread, and even noble princesses like Griffin couldn't help but throw a surprising glance at Brando. Grand Duke Anrek raised his eyebrows without concealing the gloom between the colors of the gods, but with a funny smile on the fox-like face of the Duke of Sifah.

Dejar's face was so gloomy as a leadboard that he had seen his bitterly sought enemy slurry appear here for a moment without a word, but had forgotten his environment. As the unsuccessful party to the duel, his private revenge here is nothing more than a laughingstock in the aristocratic circle, and the key is that Grand Duke Anrek will never allow this shame.

“Exactly. I also heard that Lord Wood himself baptized him!” When the highlander's eagle squeezed the blade grip, another man dropped a heavy bomb in the crowd. It was a more shocking dose than the first, and there was a silence in the hall.

Speaking to a gentleman, he stunned to find himself opening and the hall calmed down. How honorable is it that the high priest of Ambethel has baptized himself for many years? The last Baptist was long gone, but there was a son in the hall - the eldest son of the Earl of Grey Mountain - who could not help but take a step forward. What was the reason why the last Grand Priest exception was the Temple of Fire compromising the King this time?

“Baptism, is he already a Templar Knight?” Half a dozen people shouted unbelievably.

Brando had a slight glimpse, and he hadn't even dreamed that the Guests would guess things in that direction. The Temple has two honorable titles, and the Knight Templar position is awarded only to those who contribute to the Temple and possess the strength of the kingdom of the elements. But Brando is a Chapel Knight, a word short of the Temple, but the power gap is a thousand miles.

“Absolutely right, how can you defeat Dejar without the strength of a Templar Knight! ”

“Exactly. ”

The outrageous speculation was endorsed by almost everyone at once, and things were going like a wild horse from the start. Even the Countess looked at him with some surprise, and even had some incredible meaning in her eyes, “You, you are the mysterious swordsman who beat Dejar in one move? ”

Wait a minute. What's going on with winning Dejar in one move? Where did all these myths come from? Brando obviously underestimated the power of gossip, in fact, from the day the gossip came out to the day he turned his sword into a sword that crucified Dejar against the walls of Underflore and, incidentally, punched a hole in this historic monument. The world loved strange stories, but he didn't think he was going to be the star of them.

He hurried to give Dilfrey a look in case the young lady broke it. Now everyone's eyes are on both of them, and the presence of intelligent men, especially the priests of the temple, can be seen with a little strangeness.

“What now?” But Delphirie was also somewhat overwhelmed by Brando's identity and couldn't help but whisper.

“Of course it's just walking in, don't worry, just think of me as your minister and clerk.” Brando grinned.

“I can't afford such a good minister.” The Countess whispered at him without anger.

Brando was crying, and I said, "Sister, you're playing a man right now, can you be a little bit of an actor self-cultivating?" But he kept his mouth shut and smiled helplessly. The two walked slowly into the lobby, attracting almost everyone's attention - the waiters followed, Nia and Ronin inside, and Charles after the costume. These three men are the strength of the golden class. They cannot hide the eyes of most of the experts present, and the strong power of the Swallow Castle family has given rise to another round of debate.

But the focus of this discussion is whether it is a blessing or a scourge for this mysterious and powerful family to return to the aristocratic circle of Eruin at this moment.

“I had no idea it was Swallow Castle.” The Marquis of Youxi sent Brando and Delphirie away under the railing to reveal a thoughtful look. No wonder he couldn't find out what was suddenly connected in his heart - Swallow Castle's freedom from Eruin nobility was a rarely heard secret for most people, but as a member of the royal family of Eruin, he had heard rumors about the mysterious family; Eruin had fought with Cruz for decades under the leadership of his predecessor, King Ecker, and after the wind, the temple and the temple of fire were involved, and then turned into a great battle. The outcome of the Great War was unexpected, but it was also remembered for generations by Eruin that Eruin had survived the compromise between the two temples, and that the temple would exist in secrecy, and then Swallow Castle became a buffer neutral zone between the Empire and Eruin.

The Heir of Swallow Castle was never Eruin or Cruz, and this neutral was only under the seal of two temples, for reasons unknown to Marquis Yuxi, but that did not prevent him from speculating. The temple did make a move, and the Marquis of Uxi instantly linked Wood's book to Brando to the whole thing, drawing a wrong inference. Instead of realizing he was walking into a dead end, he thought he had caught the whole thing.

The Marquis remembered another man and couldn't help but show a laugh of his own. He knocked on the railing and said to his servant: "Let's go, we'll go down there and meet the Count. ”

“My lord? ”

“I heard his men call him lord that day, and if I had guessed correctly, he must have been the true heir of the White Eel family.” Marquis Yuki laughed: “I bet he didn't think I'd be here, I really wanted to see the look on his face when he saw me. ”

Although Marquis Youxi has always been known for his wanderings in the aristocratic circle, his men still feel somewhat conflicted at this moment. What kind of spirit does one's master go to offend a mysterious and powerful family just to see the other's expression, and knowing that the other might be in the situation of that mysterious lord?

But to disappoint Marquis Youxi, Brando didn't show any surprise when he saw him, as if he had expected - in fact he knew - that he was here, and Brando said the old words of the Nine Phoenix in the face of his outstretched hand: "If you don't know him, Marquis. ”

Fortunately, the Marquis Yuxi, though vagarious, inherited at least the traditional literary information of the members of the Corkova family. He distinguished the meaning of this sentence after a moment and laughed: “The Count is a wonderful man. ”

Brando seriously corrected his face: "No, you're mistaken. This is my lord.” He led Delphirie forward, and the countess blushed a little, as Brando pulled her hand. She bites her teeth in the dark and thinks it's important to give this self-righteous guy a good look, but she thinks about it and she's a little exasperated because she can't think of any way to make a temple knight who is sanctioned by the temple look good.

‘No wonder he wasn't scared at all that I was going to expose him, and he was totally with the Temple.’ Dear Ferris, I'm glad I didn't do anything rash.

Marquis Youxi did not expect Brando to understate his face and not admit it at all, in fact Brando could not admit it because he had nothing to do with the Swampburg family at all. However, Marquis Yuxi did not think so. He looked at Miss Count with a variable face and confirmed his speculation further in his heart. Even so, he replied with a smile: “It is an honor to meet you, Count.” Brilliant and judged by two in the temple.

It's only a pity that the Countess thinks about herself and doesn't even know how she answers. After Marquis Yuxi, the nobles came up to meet the heirs of this mysterious and ancient family, most of whom, of course, only greeted each other in general terms. But what surprised Brando was that even Grand Duke Anrek and Grand Duke Sifah came up to greet him, and he couldn't help but cry out for the mysterious family.

At the top, Martha, the two Grand Dukes represented almost the peak of Eru's power, arguing that they could simply ignore a privileged Earl and remain elevated. But what really accelerated Brando's heartbeat was that he could see the Royal Party coming this way, which was not the key, but the key was that the royal ministers were surrounding Princess Griffin, the pearl on the crown of the kingdom.

“Shit.” Brando's heart suddenly pounded, and Her Royal Highness was the spiritual backbone of all Eruin players, a worship and fanaticism that exceeded even the reverence for the goddess of martial arts. Because Her Royal Highness is the one who has always inherited the will of Eluin, without whom there can be said to be no new Eluin. History has passed, but that timeless memory remains eternal.

In the Sword of Amber, Brando only saw this princess a few times in public, a player, always with a bystander's perspective, but still remembers the scene of the tsunami. It can be said that every Eruin has a special affection for His Royal Highness, and he is certainly no exception.

Brando came here to meet the princess, but he didn't expect the meeting to come so soon.

“This... I'm not ready yet.” Brando couldn't bear to wipe the sweat off his forehead - if any.

Princess Griffin is approaching.

Never before has the hall of the estate been as quiet as it is now, and this strange quiet finally made Freya feel wrong napping by the carriage, shaking her head and winking her eyes. “Wake up?” Nimmasis turned around, and the knight had a rare warmth in her dark eyes, and she smiled generously.

“Ah... I'm sorry,” Freya surprised: “I accidentally...”

“Don't worry," replied Nimaisie. "If you get too nervous, you'll get tired and get used to it. ”

“That being said..." Freya revealed her frustration, she frowned, grabbed a brown long ponytail with her hand, and buried her head to examine her sword: “I will pay attention, Sister. ”

Nimaisie nodded and looked over to the estate.

“What happened?” Freya couldn't help but ask.

“Last night the young Count. ”

“They're here too?” Freya couldn't help but look up curiously, but she immediately glared. "Ah! Bu, Bu... Bu...” She shook her finger at Brando and could hardly believe her eyes. The face she had dreamed of countless times, this moment appeared so clearly in front of her - making her almost think she was still dreaming.

Nimaisie immediately noticed that it was wrong, and she frowned: “Who do you recognize? ”

“Ah... no...” Freya didn't know what to say for a while. It was too much. She thought Brando was so disgusting, so good in Butch, so good in Riedenberg. This time, too, it caused her trouble. What does she have to say? Tell Nemathis that's Brando? Poor herself didn't dare to confirm whether it was Brando or not, she just felt a glimmer of light in her head and suddenly thought that the two sneaky guys she saw last night weren't Brando and Charles.

So that's it.

The face of the future goddess of martial arts is uncertain, but how acute Nimaisi is, she has smelled an extraordinary smell from it. She suddenly woke up and asked, "Weren't those two yesterday? You recognize them? Aren't they from the Swallow Castle family? ”

“Ah!” Freya stared at Nimmasis, she didn't say anything?

The chief of the knight had received an answer from Freya's reaction, and she immediately pressed her sword and turned back and whispered to everyone: "Those people have problems, come with me and protect Her Highness. ”

Wait! Freya looked at the scene in a mess and wondered how it ended up like this.

… (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.)