The Amber Sword

Brando left the second and third in his mind, and eventually didn't say anything. There are things that are not appropriate to say in front of the Royal Party, who knew from the outset that the Royal Party was destined to be different from Princess Griffin's. By the time he turned away, the kingdom had turned behind him into a rocking palace, as if he had seen a sea of fire, a drunken and dreamy Eruin nobleman who had long destroyed the cornerstone of this ancient country - even the finest group of people in the kingdom, Makaro, Leewoods, Owwell, whose gaze was limited by tradition, or fear of change.

Similar in history, as long as compromise prevailed, the Royal Party was given the best opportunity to turn around at this moment; but not necessarily for Her Royal Highness, Brando had seen in her eyes what she wanted - something that, unfortunately, the ancient aristocrats of Eruin were not destined to give her.

For Brando, however, only destruction can bring new life at this moment. He gives them what they can't.

Sometimes one sentence is enough, and some people are not destined to be saved. He came with Freya outside the Roxy Palace, "Sue!” Freya shouted with pleasant surprise, the girl with the barley skin and hair in a bunch of hemp braids smiled and stood outside the palace in the merchant's golden costume, "Miss Freya, you grew a little taller.” She replied gently.

“Sue, you give this letter to the Naga clan.” Brando sent a letter to Sue. Sue nodded, silently accepting the letter. She was a silent and reliable girl, and Brando had always been extremely relieved of the daughter of this red copper dragon retto.

“Naga?” Freya turns back and asks in surprise: "Brando, I hear the Naga are pirates across the sparkling sea, I didn't know you even knew them? ”

Brando couldn't bear to smile and tease her: “I know a lot of people, but you don't know half of them. ”

“Hmm, dead nobles.” Freya gritted her teeth.

Sue looked at them and couldn't help but shake her head - she took the letter, which represented a breakdown in negotiations - as a bartender's daughter, she didn't care about the future of the kingdom, but she didn't care, which didn't mean that Freya could remain indifferent. The girl suddenly raised her head, “Brando, what do you think now? ”

“I have done all I can, and I intend to return to Toniguer to wait for Her Royal Highness to join forces with Alex to start a war--”

Before he finished, he saw Freya staring at herself suspiciously. Brando couldn't help but sweat, wondering if he was so unreliable, "Tell the truth, Brando.” Freya closed her eyes and answered without anger. This guy is as much a liar as Roman is, and she can't believe he just let go.

He has the ability to accomplish everything he wants, and the key is that his resolve can always be stronger than others. Freya is well aware of this, and Brando has long been synonymous with everything in her heart. Moreover, subconsciously, she did not want Her Royal Highness to join the Alliance of Antilles.

As a civilian and highly educated woman, she has no trust in the bones of Eruin's decaying old aristocracy--

“Murder.” Brando replied lightly.

Freya smiled slightly and looked up at Brando.

Brando did not say more, and the Royal Party gave him a reply, which he would then give to everyone. He did not hesitate to explain too much to people like Makaro and Leewoods, because only a sword could explain everything, recognizing that the king's obsession was irreversible at the same time, he had made up his mind to implement the second plan.

A good plan has already been decided.

Intervention by force in Ambesseur peace talks, provoking war with one's own hands -

Then the kingdom will be plunged into a great war, and the flames will burn everything down, and the ageing will turn to ashes, and only those who truly stand the test will survive. Brando was personally involved in this war, and it had a name called the Eruin Civil War.

At this time, a loud bell rang over the harbour, and Brando turned around, and the Ambethel Conference had begun. Historically, the meeting lasted seven days, where nobles chattered and argued, peeled and disenchanted, and then they ended the peace negotiations with a very different outcome - the war.

That's how ridiculous the nobles are.

“Brando! ”

When Brando heard a voice shouting at him, he thought it was Otales - who had previously discussed the situation of Eruin with a woman like his division chief - but when Brando turned around, he saw Delphirie standing in the Rocksburg Palace, the Earl of Swallow dressed in formal clothes, standing behind her with Knight Nia, looking ready to attend the meeting.

But now she stops, some angrily staring at Brando: "The meeting is about to start. What are you doing? ”

Brando, since he has decided to start a war, it makes no sense not to participate in this meeting. In fact, he snuck into the room today just to meet Griffin, and there was little interest in this kind of aristocratic peeling meeting. Besides, didn't you say to the young lady that she would be separated as soon as she entered the room?

Brando couldn't help but look at Delphiry a little puzzled.

The Countess bit her teeth and said, "You're my minister. If you don't come to the meeting with me, do you want me to be a laughingstock? ”

Freya stared at Brando suspiciously, and the look in her eyes meant, 'Didn't you say you were forcing this young lady into taking you into the room?’ Of course, Brando noticed this‘ pure and simple 'look, but he also had a headache. Who knows what went wrong with this young lady? But now is not the time to explain it, since Delphirie has already said that, his indifference will only make people doubt their identity - and he will need to stay in Ambethel for a few days and not intend to expose himself to everyone so early.

With that in mind, Brando had to shake his head and walk past. He didn't look at Miss Delphiry in anger and said, "What's wrong with you, miss? Aren't you afraid to have something to do with me as a 'cult'? ”

Dilfrey whispered at him and a little red spot seeped on his white face: "You've caused me so much trouble, I let you go to the meeting with me. Do you want to refuse too? Seriously, you still owe me one. You don't have the right to refuse my request, do you? ”

“You're not scared, are you?” Brando sees Delphirie shy and suddenly asks strangely.

“So what?” The Countess snorted softly: "You are at least a sword saint, I would feel more at ease with you around me. ”

Brando sighed and suddenly thought it might be a good idea to participate in the meeting. There has been a subtle change in the attitude and history of Anrek and the Temple towards the King's Party, and he has a hunch that something beyond his control might happen at this meeting, a hunch that calms his mind.

The Ambessel Conference was one of the most famous events in Eruin's history, and since it took place in the early days of the game, only a few players witnessed this noble gathering. Brando was not one of the witnesses, and he never thought he would have the opportunity to personally participate in this historic event.

The meeting was held in such a round lobby, with a huge ring table full of elite figures from all over the kingdom. There is no light in the lobby, but only a natural ray of sunlight dripping from the vault, dust rising and falling from the soft light, in stark contrast to the darkness surrounding it, so that the participants' faces cannot even be seen for a while.

Brando sat with Delphiry at the bottom of the south, while Nia the Knight did not. It took him a while to adapt to the light here. He could see slightly the faces of the nobles in the darkness. It was the royal party and the princess who opposed him in the northernmost part of the country. Brando found Princess Griffin watching himself, and his heart moved slightly.

On the other hand, the divine and indifferent Grand Duke of Antioch and his entourage, the old Fox Town capital from this brigade was so deep that Brando could not see any useful expression in his knife-cutting face; and Grand Duke of Antioch sat next to the Marquis of Balta, who looked a little restless.

Looking down, he is a serious middle-aged man, who at first glance is the kind of person with the right face who prefers not to bend. Brando recognized this man - Count Janilassou, commander of the Royal Fleet, and captain of the flagship Fronta. He should be one of the rare royal loyalists and not yet a member of the Royal Party, and he was not present this morning, presumably because he was dragged away by others.

Brando, remember this Count, keep looking down. Then he saw a bearded Count Vitokin, the gray-faced Count of Grey Mountain sitting on his side, who were also the deaths of the Sifah family, and Brando crossed them with only one glance. Then he saw a bunch of knights in blue samurai clothes, and he couldn't help crying out loud.

These knights are not others, they are highland knights.

In fact, what really made Brando cry out loud was that when he looked past the knights, that apparently leading middle-aged man of the knights turned back, as if he had been spotted at a glance, and smiled at him. Brandoton screamed at me all the time, and the fact that he was disguised as a highland knight could be said to be hidden from the sea, but not from the locals. Brandoton's head spinning so fast, guess what that guy meant when he smiled at him.

In fact, highland knights rarely leave the province of Karasou, and Grand Duke Karasou himself has never loved to ask about the kingdom's affairs. From this event, he didn't even intend to personally attend, so the grass sent a bunch of knights to serve as a mission, but Brando scolded the guy who sent a bunch of highland knights. Isn't it usually the wizards who are in charge of diplomacy in the province of Karasou?

He looked away somewhat faintly and then saw the mission of Grand Duke Vieiro on the other side. The temper of the incumbent Grand Duke of Vieiro is the same as that of Grand Duke Carrassou, who was the enemy of Count De Neil, because Brando and the Count were on fire at the border, and had no intention of having a temple of fire or a nominal ruler of the kingdom - even the mission sent a little crooked dates to make people cry.

Of course, for the same reason, Count Denel was not present. Thus, it can be said that, for Brando's sake, both of the great figures who were supposed to be present in history were absent, and this so-called Ambessel meeting was a little uneven, and Brando couldn't help but be a little proud to see the scene.

I don't know what's going on over at the Temple of Fire, but he's changed history anyway, hasn't he?

The Duke of Goran-Elson is on schedule, but Brando knows very well that this guy is here for soy sauce. Brando would have forgotten if he hadn't suddenly remembered that he still had a stolen item from someone else.

Grand Duke Sifah was also present in person, followed by Prince Leuko, who did not appear to have arrived. Brando shrugged his eyes, theoretically the Sifah family arrived, and the Korkova family should have the current eldest prince represent them, while the eldest prince did not come, which is tantamount to leaving this position to Griffin by default. Brando doesn't know why the Sifah family made this mistake. Is it because they couldn't believe the Temple's credibility after what happened in the morning?

Isn't the assassination planned by you guys, pretending to be pure? Brando couldn't help but think with some contempt.

It was at this time that the last three participants were finally present.

Brando first recognized the consul of Ambethel, but he didn't really care about the man, who obviously came to do peace. He was more concerned about the representative of the Temple, who raised his head and first came out as the bishop presiding over the meeting, who was insignificant, while the representative of the Temple of Fire, who came out behind the bishop, opened Brando's eyes for a moment.

This is the right time!

Brando's heart jumped sharply and the representative of the temple of flames that had emerged from the darkness - the current owner of the Grand Temple of Andefoule, the Grand Feast of the Ambessel region. But it wasn't Wood, it was a man with a deep orbit, an eagle hook nose and a cold face. Brando recognized this guy at a glance, Archdeacon Merloth, a representative of the Temple Radicals, and a high-ranking temple cleric who was supposed to succeed Wood Archdeacon two months later.

Brando, how did Merloth get to Ambethel so early when his head couldn't turn for a while? But he suddenly reacted, and no wonder the attitude of the Temple suddenly changed by a hundred and eighty degrees. Now that Meros has joined the main Temple of Underflor, it means that the Cruz are ready to intervene in Eruin's affairs.

Wood must be in trouble. Brando immediately thought of this, but now is not the time to think about the trouble of Lord Priest, and the question now is, why did Merloth show up here early? Historically, it should be Lord Wood who presided over the Ambethel Conference.

Brando suddenly felt that his familiar history had cracked open a big mouth, and something hidden in it had changed forever.

… (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.)