The Amber Sword

The floor of the Ivy Long Hall in the Roxbury Palace was as clean as a mirror, and from time to time a monk in a red robe walked by, kicking and tapping away; Brando sat in a bench in the inner courtyard, dangling his own menu of properties under laurel leaves, the light green light screen stretched shorter in front of him, and from time to time new windows popped out of his side; but no one but him could see such a strange scene.

Three hours have passed since the thrill of the entire morning, and the dust remains.

The massacre at the Achilles Estate shook the entire temple, and the upper temple was said to have carried out a thorough investigation, although it was unlikely that any results would be forthcoming in the short term. To Brando's surprise, after cutting two pieces of gold and a few pieces of silver, the experience was just enough to make it to the next level. Now that he has reached the Knight of the Diocese rank of sixteen, since the Knight of the Diocese is an advanced profession, he needs much more experience than the basic profession, and the Knight of the Diocese of the Sixteenth Class requires almost the same experience as the Warrior of the twenty-fifth Class.

But advanced careers are regarded as one of the underlying careers that correspond to it when calculating the number of careers, and the attribute points added at each level are far more than basic, thus strengthening the role in general; in the past, the first advance in Amber Sword was an introduction, and two years later in the game, there was the first senior career, and Brando is now well over a year ahead of them. This is thanks to the book of Mavicart, but the wreckage is now a tiny clump - like a black hole sucking gold after the wind for nine weeks, but it only draws on experience.

While searching for his newly added attributes, Brando grasped the time to absorb the final experience of the Book of Mavicart; after another level, it was a step further from the Golden Peak. In addition to removing the rank he had ascended to the militia, scholars and elements, Brando anticipated that he would enter the realm of elements when the total rank of the warrior profession reached about sixty, but unlocking elements was another long task chain, and now he is chores wrapped up, which is really troublesome to think about.

“If you don't reach the strength of the element as soon as possible, you may find it difficult to protect yourself in the imminent tide of demons.” Brando shook his head suddenly - no, the tide had arrived. The storm surge in the ring of letters is only the beginning, and although it has not yet affected most of Warnde, it is bound to happen - news has recently come from all over the country that monsters are starting to move more frequently. In southern Eruin, astrologers consider this to be the after-effect of cyclone storm surges in confidence winds.

They guessed half right, just that it wasn't the sequelae, it was the beginning. As someone who's been through this all over again, Brando knows that very well.

He dialed the '+’ number in the skill bar with his finger and kept popping up the confirmation on the window. Raise the ‘Blood of the Flaming Yang’ and ‘Thorn Crown’ of the Holy Knight to level 10 as well. Intermediate skill begins to require a career level and then waits until the Holy Knight Level 30 for further unlocking. But the Blood of the Fire Yang of Level 10 can also bounce back 50% of the damage, and the Conflict Halo, which was raised to Level 11 earlier, adds 11 points of protection - until this moment his defense was really barely a fighter, with a truly magically enhanced body armor all around him, while he was more like a Nightingale, Ranger type of profession.

Brando couldn't help but laugh a little. The world was upgrading fast, but the equipment couldn't keep pace. While there are good things like Red Blessings, Ghost Knight Crystals, Warrior Rings, Sword of the Earth, other parts of the body are inevitably placed in a previous life where beggars are suspected of wearing even elemental bracelets, flame rings, etc., which, while they are the finest of the twentieth grade or so, are a little difficult to see compared to his current level. Although the flesh and shin are good, they are not keeping pace with his upgrading, let alone his lack of proper armor to date.

This is all because of customary business and the lack of time to paint copies. Since his departure from Lidenburg, his original plans had all been disrupted because of the Red Copper Dragon mercenary regiment, and while he was sitting in Tonigal, his strength had in fact fallen far short of Brando's expectations. It was good to finally catch up with the Ambethel conference, otherwise he himself had to wonder whether it made sense to return to the world again.

With that in mind, Brando couldn't bear to frown slightly.

History has finally changed.

The meeting of the Ambessel nobility, which was expected to take place in the morning, was extended to the afternoon by the Temple of Fire, and the venue was also changed to the Roxbury Palace of the Temple of Andefoule, which alone is completely different from the past. Brando couldn't help but raise his head and his eyes crossed behind the dark ivy of the inner courtyard. For the first time, he felt his vision obscured by fog - what exactly led to the morning assassination?

When Brando finally crossed eyes with Alec, it was determined that the old fox was involved. But it's not normal. Isn't it in his interest to entrust the Royal Party behind his back? What has changed in this, it appears that the Grand Duke of Anrek and the Royal family of Sifah have stood on the same front, and that the aristocracy of Eruin, large and small, also seems to smell an unusual wind direction.

It turns out that more than half of the privileged figures were absent from this morning's meeting of nobility, and Brando would never have believed them if they hadn't gotten wind of it beforehand. Even the thunderous rage on the surface of the temple provoked deep suspicion in his eyes that Ambethel was running the temple with gold soup, and that even if Brando were to bring in a bunch of people to assassinate, he would have to rely on the power of the Fate Card, and that so many cults appeared under the temple's nose that the deacon bishop clerics wouldn't know?

This is obviously not possible.

But Brando is not sure that the wind will turn upside down. Historically, the Princess's side, though weak, has at least a good deal of support, and finally, with Grand Duke Anrek's support, became the winning side in the civil war. It's just that these people who were supposed to be on the Royal Party's side today seem to be missing, and Brando doesn't understand why this is happening.

He constantly searches every doubt in his mind and leaves every detail unattended. His advantage lies in being familiar with the future and everything that has happened recently. History has changed, but the momentum has always been forward. Brando believes that he can still deduce results by virtue of his silky tracks, but it only takes a little time.

He lifted his lips and his eyebrows grew deeper.

And at this point, a figure came to him and went into his sight - Brando felt his breathing pause. “Brando," Freya dressed in Eruin's military uniform, her long ponytail gently drooling behind her head, looking refreshed, but her divine color was soft, like a little wife. Eruin, the future goddess of martial arts, seemed to realize something was wrong and blushed, “Long time no see. ”

“Freya," Brando couldn't help laughing, wondering why, when he saw this young girl from Butch, the shadow seemed to have swept away, "Is that all you came to see me with?” He asked, smiling lightly. The image of the strong, unyielding martial arts goddess had sometime gone up in his mind and blurred, but instead he met Freya for the first time in Butch, becoming clearer and clearer.

He still remembers Freya's anxious face, letting him lie down and watch out for the wound, obviously angry but especially cute. He thought it was the goddess of martial arts, but now it looks like it's Freya, that's all.

“You...” Freya couldn't help but get a little angry when she saw Brando, although she had just obviously been expecting it. Her Royal Highness sent her to see Brando for the purpose of delivering a message, but Freya also saw that the princess obviously knew about her relationship with Brando; she was still a little nervous and wondered how the big men could tell.

“… Brando, what brings you here? ”

“You forgot, Freya, I let you go near Princess Griffin.” Brando replied.

“Yes.” Freya remembered, nervousness also subsided because she was angry, "because you said that I had to go to the Royal Knights College to help myself and help everyone in Butch. But Bucci is now occupied by Madara, Brando. Do you want to start a war? ”

Brando shook his head.

He raised his head and his eyes still penetrated through the ivy on the outside of the inner courtyard, looking at the darkness behind him, and asked: "Freya, you are no longer Freya of Butch. What do you think of Eloin, Your Highness? ”

Freya was silent and she sat silently next to Brando. After a long ponytail, I whispered, “Honestly, Brando, I never thought our country would be in so much danger. When Captain Madden used to work for me, I always thought the kingdom might have some problems, but it was still powerful. Life was so peaceful back then, it seemed so far away from the war. ”

“Do you think this country can still be saved?” Brando turned around and looked at the girl's good side face.

“I don't know, but I'll die with it. ”

“Is this what you learned at Wang Li College? ”

“There's some. But I think these feelings are hidden in me, but I couldn't see them before, Brando, and I'd like to thank you for letting me make up my mind to go to the Royal Military Academy. Now that I know it's the most valuable experience of my life, I think —— it's probably changed my life.” Freya thought about it and answered seriously.

Brando smiled.

But the taste of her heart is indescribable, she finally reached this point; the future goddess of martial arts is now sitting beside herself, she has recognized her true heart, she was born like that, like the sun, to burn out the last glimmer of light. Brando had hoped that he would not change the future of this young girl, but to this day he felt that the plain Freya of the past might be herself.

Who this corrupt kingdom has changed, and who the war has changed.

Brando's mind faded a little, and suddenly he felt the world's voice from the other side, and for everyone, history and the future were like a constant destiny. It's so heavy, it carries bets like faith and glory, gambling for a lifetime to change all of this.

“What do you think of the princess?” Brando asked again.

Freya didn't answer, she said, “Brando, can you tell me? How did you know Her Royal Highness would stand out from the royal nobility of Eluin? ”

“So you approve of Her Royal Highness? ”

“Cunning, but I asked first.” Freya stared at Brando and asked angrily, "Brando, are you a member of the Royal Party? ”

Brando was stunned and exclaimed in his heart that this young girl from Bucci Country had grown up. Still the same Freya, but after all, with more insight, even the Royal Party knew. But he shook his head: “You know, I'm a highland knight, and highland knights have always had nothing to do with the king. ”

The girl nodded slightly. She remembered that Brando had spoken to her the same way before, but at that time she had no idea what he meant by 'king's party', ‘highland knight’, ‘tall tower wizard’. Freya felt a little blushed when she foolishly thought that Brando was a noble master.

Though this damned guy is indeed a nobleman's brother.

At one time they were both caught in memories.

Remembered Butch's starry sky, remembered Joson, who almost died of a dead witch, remembered the highway, remembered the golden tree, remembered the prison in Riedenberg, remembered the battle and the burning pond beneath the night. Destiny is like a wonderful line, because of a change in a point, there has been an unimaginable turnaround for both of us.

Long ago, Freya asked, "Roman's okay. You didn't bully her, did you? ”

“She's fine if she doesn't bully me.” Brando replied.

Girls couldn't help laughing, as if they did.

And she said, "Her Royal Highness wants to see you, Brando. ”

“Mmm.”

Brando nodded.

… (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.)