The Amber Sword

“What a hero!” Leewoods exclaimed.

“Mr. Brando…”

“Just call me Brando.” Brando interrupted her, answering.

“Brando, I'd like to hear your views on the situation, okay?” Princess Griffin placed her hands on the desk with a white porcelain teacup - black tea slightly shaken and rippled like a crystal surface - and she raised her head, glaring, and her beautiful eyes were like a layer of silver glow.

Brando's eyes swept through everyone in the study, the King's Party was as steady as it had been in the beginning. His Royal Highness seemed naive. Only the little prince seemed a little scared to hide behind the nobleman and carefully measured him. Only a sharp, cold eye fell on him, and Brando looked at the past and saw the knight with the dark hair standing behind Griffin - as if it were Nimathis, Brando had a slight palpitation in her heart every time he saw this woman.

He shifted his gaze.

“With all due respect, for the Royal Party family, there is little to talk about right now.” Brando answered bluntly, "The North has long fallen to the Grand Duke of West Fah, and the two legions of the kingdom - the White Lion Corps and the Black Blade Corps - are in the hands of the aristocracy of the North, while the Southern Corps, attacked by Madara, has so far been unknown and this is probably why Count Denel has delayed signing an agreement with Instarone. ”

He paused and wanted to say that although there were also Vieiro, Karasou and Grand Duke Goran-Elson in the south, they were all soy sauce, with great disparities between the North and the South. In fact, the only one who really raised the Corcova flag was the Princess; the cold winter blocked the southern steps of the Northern Legion, but as long as the ice melted, the hope of sustaining the princess would collapse.

But this is precisely why the Royal Party chose to mix with Alec, so he did not press.

“The situation is precarious, surrounded by powerful enemies of the Kingdom, and the Ambessel Conference does not belong to you. In fact, I'm afraid you're also here to persuade Ambethel's chamber of commerce to remain neutral with the temple, rather than actually participate in this meeting?” Brando asked back.

There was a silence in the study, and everyone looked at Brando with a little surprise. The situation in the Kingdom has changed all the way since the death of Obergu VII, but to this day, everyone can see through the weaknesses of the King's party; but Brando can guess their true purpose behind the scenes, which is unusual - the world thinks they want to pull back a round at the Ambessel conference with the help of Anlek, but the young man in front of them breaks their minds without hesitation.

Makaro and Leewoods were all slightly cold, thinking that the young man in front of them would be terrible if he were an enemy. Only Ovewell looked at Brando with admiration. After all, Brando was one of the people he had fled from Lidenburg. The better Brando was, the more visible he could be.

Griffin's eyes were also admirable, and she looked at Brando as if she were looking at the most proud and intimate person - because no one else knew that there was a secret between her and Brando; when the half elf girl responded to Brando's letter, she was influenced by Ovewell and her telling the 'story', and she didn't think of a single teenage girl who wanted to be a knightly romantic heart - plus the royal wind and rain at the time, or also because she bought horsebones for a thousand gold, Yin and Yang wrongly, she privately sealed Brando as her own knight.

Her Royal Highness is only seventeen years old this year, not old enough to push everything to luck, but besides luck, there is nothing left but the fate of the underworld.

With this in mind, there is also a slight movement in the hearts of half-element girls.

“I met Princess Magdalene and heard she was a close friend of Her Royal Highness.” Brando replied. But in fact, he knew that the real purpose of the Royal Party was not for that reason. History was like an open book in front of him. Eru could not escape the privacy of the aging aristocracy in this era, let alone the 'plot’ of the Royal Party on the table. And the only reason he said that was because he didn't want to be seen as evil.

Makaro, Leewoods and Ovewell nodded slightly, which was the only explanation. With the relationship between the nun princess and the temple and the influence of the temple in the Chamber of Commerce, it is not difficult to guess the connection. However, when everyone looked at the nobility meeting of the Fengyun International Society, the young man's eyes were still on the surrounding details, which were steady and sharp, and he was also a first-rate talent among the nobles.

“You're right, Mr. Brando. That is why my brother's army stepped from the north into the south, and there were only two paths to go —— if we had the support of the Temple and the Chamber of Commerce -- if we had at least allowed them to remain neutral, then the aristocrats of the north would have to cross the mountains of Antilles ——"

“So you intend to marry Antioch, so that no matter how aggressive the aristocracy of the North is, you will have to face reality. In mountain warfare, they are not rivals of Antioch, so that the tri-collars of Vieiro, Goran-Elson and Karasou, who have no security concerns, will naturally be tied to the Royal Party - or rather to the chariots of Antioch - if they are assured. Attackable and defensible, the Corcova royal family will always be happy. ”

Brando raised his head without any joy in his eyes: "Well, I congratulate Her Highness beforehand. ”

“Do you think there's something wrong?” Griffin was pale and Brando's power seemed insignificant to the Royal Party, but it was important to her. She implicitly felt that Brando might know who she really was, that the goal she had insisted on since she was a little girl - even against the Royal Party, but there was only one person in the whole of Eluín who understood her. This man is right in front of her.

She thought he could understand her sacrifice.

Compared to this understanding, the others are insignificant ——

She saw that gleaming light from Brando, a belief she had always supported independently, just like another bright light in the storm, a surprise to find her companion in the pitch-black wilderness. It is not difficult for Brando to see the same insistence as herself, either in her letters or from his actions, and this man is now looking at himself with a cold face.

Her Royal Highness took a slight breath, "Can you tell me why?” Her tone was gentle, but it was not difficult to see a slight dissatisfaction under her raised eyebrows. I'm sure Brando would have been disappointed if he hadn't given her a satisfactory reply.

It's like the pride of rumors. Brando thought, but without that personality, he couldn't make it this far.

“There are a few questions.” He replied.

Ovewell raised his head slightly, but he didn't really support the plan. Leewoods and Makaro, however, agree that Leewoods' influence in the Royal Party is important and that he is the only element strong on the Royal Party's side. Makaro, on the other hand, also represents the views of his allies and cannot allow him to object.

“First, the Temple of Fire is at war with the Temple of the Earth, and the Cruz may not be comfortable with Eruin at this time. Although the Eruins have not been laid down by the Krutz since independence, we have to admit that we are also part of the Temple of Fire.” At this time, "replied Brando," it is impossible for the Temple to intervene brightly and positively in the interior of the kingdom, but it is possible to open the gates of convenience for the aristocracy of the North. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the strength of the North is far greater than that of the South, and the quickest way for this kingdom to end the war is undoubtedly for the North to triumph as soon as possible - ”

“We cannot fail to consider this, young man,” Leewoods has finally spoken at this time, and Brando's fondness for his questioning has just been quenched, "but once Grand Duke Anrek joins the Royal Party, it will not be so easy for the Yankees to win, and the Temple will only provoke a larger civil war if it intervenes on its own; moreover, at this time the Toquinin Lions are far from ready for food, much less the war between the Temple of Fire and the Temple of the Earth. ”

Brando kept his mouth shut because he knew it was history. This is exactly how the Royal Party has been turned upside down in history, but he has a real reason, which is hard to say. Can he say that Alex didn't mean it well? The problem is that the Royal Party is not a fool, and they naturally know that Alex has no good intentions, Your Highness. This is chestnut picking in the fire, and she thinks she can succeed.

But history proves she failed.

But Brando can't say this kind of failure. He can't say I'm from the future. I'm a god stick, can I?

He was silent, and Griffin's face grew more disappointed. She clenched her fists slightly, even for a moment hoping that Brando would prove himself wrong. Her Royal Highness, who was only seventeen years old, had been sleepless almost every night for the past few weeks. She knew she was walking on wire, but she persuaded herself to go.

Freya was a little disturbed by the silence in the study, and although she knew much more than before, she still didn't understand a word of the debate between Brando and the King's Party. This young girl from Butch is even a little annoyed. She thinks she's surrounded by this horrible guy who only knows how to get into trouble. Don't say it in front of others, even if you disagree.

At the end of the day, she was still looking at Brando. She cares more about Brando's safety than about the king's death.

Ovewell and Makaro all felt a little subtle, but they couldn't help but be somewhat dissatisfied with Brando, who felt that the young man was overstating himself and even making a terrible sound. But only one astonishing eye of the crowd lingered on Brando for a moment, and no one even noticed it, and Nimaceys quickly became as if nothing had happened.

At this embarrassing moment, the knocking sounded. The eyes shifted, and a waiter brought a letterhead through the door. Her Royal Highness opened the letter and frowned. She paused, placing the letter on the desk at will, and then opened her mouth to break the silence: “The morning results came out. ”

Everyone was surprised, of course they knew that this was the result of the investigation into the assassination in the morning, but they didn't expect the Temple's hands and feet so quickly, but the district found the mastermind in two or three hours. Only Makaro frowned and seemed to think of something.

Brando couldn't help but put his ears up, and the morning assassination was clearly a change in history, and he wondered what was behind it.

“The envoy's name is Xerxes. ”

Ovewell frowned: “I know this man, a little nobleman of Ambethel.” As soon as he finished, he changed his face. To be able to master such an assassination, the person behind it will certainly not be simple, and no one will believe that a small nobleman can make such a big wave. This wretched bastard is obviously a scapegoat, but the results of this investigation were taken from the Temple, and the problem was huge.

At one time, the faces of all of us are a little hard to see. Only Brando is as usual, as if this result had been anticipated.

Brando doesn't know what went wrong, but he saw the cross assassin in the morning and knew there must have been a temple inside.

Mr. Brando was also mentioned in the letter. ”Paused for a while, Griffin added," The letter states that not only did Mr. Brando enter the hallowed hall with his weapons, but that his two men were also of descent. The temple suspects that Mr. Brando was involved with a cult and expects us to hand him over to cooperate with the temple investigation. ”

By the end of this passage, Her Royal Highness Princess Eruin was already as colourful as iron.

Brando is also tight, but more angry. He hasn't gone to the trouble of the Temple of Fire yet. I didn't expect the other party to target him first. It was too deceptive, but he didn't have a seizure, but was ready to see the royal party's reaction first.

At this point, Ovewell laughed: "The temple doesn't allow us to carry weapons. It's very relaxed for assassins. Since when do people of descent become evidence of having an affair with a cult? Eluin was right next to Madara, and I think a lot of the Grand Duke had dark nobles in exile from Madara as his men, right? ”

The Royal Party is deeply convinced of the words of this lone wolf, and they are all disdainful gods.

“Your Highness?” The attendant whispered.

“The Eruins have never given their guests a precedent in the hands of the Cruz, not to mention this ridiculous excuse," Her Royal Highness replied coldly, "but there are people who just want to test our relationship, and you just have to answer them straight and tell them that Mr. Brando is one of us and cannot be an assassin. ”

Brando watched the waiter exit the study without a hint of touch. Though he knew there was a show ingredient in it, at least the royal party's attitude was clear at this moment. He looked at Ovewell et al., and his mind had just faded a little further because of the stigma raised by the previous controversy.

“The temple does not seem as neutral as you might imagine.” But he couldn't help but talk sarcasm and look at the royal party. After all, he's not a real politician, and he still has in his bones factors like Sophie's misfortune.

The half-Pokémon girl's eyebrows sank with grief and she sighed slightly - helplessly giving Brando some heartache, but she was no longer involved in the issue. “Mr. Brando, we're in a bad position - to make you laugh. However, we still want your help..."

“You're a highland knight, so I'd like to ask you to get the support of a highland knight for us, don't you know?” Her Royal Highness laid down her body and asked in a pleading tone. She also saw that Brando had no ill intentions towards the King's Party, except that there had been some misunderstandings, but she believed that the end result would prove her right.

Brando shook his head.

“As you know, the Knights of the Highlands are not like you, and I can personally support you. But it may not be easy to get their full identity.” Though he is not a true highland knight, he is confident that the smartest man can be masked in disguise of his identity. In fact, even if Charles were here, he wouldn't be able to pick anything out of Brando's speech.

The royal party people also knew that Brando was telling the truth and couldn't help but nod their heads. But it's good that Brando still controls Tony Gehr, a small, inconspicuous place that is now the key to restraining Count Denel, otherwise the members of the Royal Party will question whether it was wise to turn their faces over for this young man and the temple.

“But it's not unthinkable,” Brando laughed suddenly: "Karasou's collar was the hardest hit by Madara, and the Northern aristocratic compromise has caused the highland knights discontent. As long as you show them your goodwill, I'm sure they'll be happy to reverse it to the Royal Party, but the point is still the situation, after all, nobody wants to be among the losers. ”

Griffin nodded, she didn't know that, but the problem wasn't that simple. With regard to Brando's proposal, she took it from her heart to listen. The royal party's meeting with Brando was actually for the highland knights. Today, hopes are down. Her Royal Highness suddenly feels a little confused.

She took a sneak peek at the hourglass, close to the start of the meeting of nobles.

“Mr. Brando, I have one last personal question for you. Don't know if you can answer?” Griffin looked up and looked at Brando at the end and asked.

Brando nodded.

“You and Fort Swallow...?” She has been very concerned about this issue, although she believes that Brando is the minister of Delphiry, because at least Swallow Castle has not yet been reversed to the Royal Party, and if what Brando did as a subordinate is clearly sandalwood - not to mention, in his own heart, Griffin has decided that Brando should be his knight. But what she cares about is Brando's relationship with the lady from the Swallow Castle family.

With her ingenuity, you can't imagine what a great gain it would be to pull Fort Swallow into your own camp.

“No, actually I have nothing to do with the Count, quite the contrary, in fact I just coerced her into taking me into the room.” Brando smiled and answered honestly.

Everyone was stunned.

“With all due respect, after all, the invitation to attend was addressed only to the Grand Duke of Karasu, who, as a little highland knight, was not entitled to enter the Achilles Estate, and I think you should understand the hardships of being a young man.” Brando shook his head and added.

This was the reaction of the royal party, who couldn't help but look at Brando for a moment a little strange, abducting a coerced nobleman under the eyes of the temple, and this guy had enough nerve. Had they not known in their hearts that it was unlikely, they would have suspected that the assassins in the morning were really related to this young man.

Her Royal Highness smiled, and she didn't believe Brando at all, for a simple reason -- she and Delphirie were friends, and the ghosts could tell in the morning that the countess obviously cared about Brando, and that the kidnapped person cared about the robber? It may be possible, but it is definitely not on that occasion. But instead of exposing Brando's bad lies, she laughed, "Very pedestrian, and you've taught us a vivid lesson in Tonigal. I just didn't realize that you had just arrived in Ambethel, and you gave me another surprise —— it's just that Delphirie was a little pitiful, and Mr. Brando had no idea of pity. ”

Brando was reminded by Princess Griffin that she remembered Miss Count's grudging eyes and couldn't help but sweat.

He didn't mean it. He said he didn't know the Countess was a soft girl.

At the same time, however, he sighed slightly, watching Princess Griffin regain her calm face, and Brando knew that her persuasion was a failure. Although he didn't have much hope, compared to the King's Party, he was an outsider after all. If His Royal Highness changed her mind just because of his words, he wondered if the half-Pokémon girl was fake.

With that in mind, Brando is only ready for the next move. Between them, however, he had a bad feeling that the attitude of the temple had not only stunned the princess, but also greatly unexpectedly. The promise of Archdeacon Wood was particularly in his ears, and he had no idea how fast the Temple of Fire would go.

There must be something wrong here.

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(PS saw the ratings yesterday that it was too late for me to update the post an hour earlier, I'll try to make it an hour earlier tomorrow.) (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.)