The Amber Sword

It's a bunch of cavalry men, with a dark blue top under the armor of a black half-body cavalry, a chalky white double-breasted button on the lower part of the central lapel, and a tall helmet on the head -- sort of like the Spanish helmet Brando had seen in his previous life. This is a standard Eruin cavalry outfit, and it is a regular army, not the guards he met in Butch or the patrol cavalry, nor the noble militia. These light cavalry men, though unarmed, had long swords at their waists, saddled with cavalry crossbows and sailors, like to go to war; more than twenty people in such a row flew across the street, and those around them stood still and dared not speak, even the carriage on the carriage had to stop to let them pass first.

Brando knew what was going on. He had no noble emblem on his wagon. The driver must have parked a little slower and was taught a lesson by these low-eyed guys. Brando couldn't help but be angry and cry for a moment. He didn't dare to insult even the likes of Anrek and Sifah in the Lordship Council. I had no idea that he had actually suffered a loss at the hands of these soldiers.

“is the cavalry of the Black Blade Legion.” At this time, the lady next to him finally woke up and grabbed him.

Brando, of course, recognized the identity of these dogs and the Blackblade Corps was originally a forbidden army loyal to the royal family, and Count Vitokin was graced by Griffin's mother, but the ungrateful ones fell with the king's eldest son to the Sifah family in the beginning. Even so, the most hateful thing is that the Blackblade Regiment has always been loved by Obergu VII, and it can be said that the Corcova Royal Family treated them well, but after Vitokin's betrayal, these soldiers stood still as if married chickens married dogs with chickens with dogs, and it had to be said that Obergu VII, the old dizzy guy, really had a bunch of white eye wolves.

In fact, Brando also noticed purple feathers dyed on each other's helmets, indicating that they were Rangers, the elite of the Black Blade Corps cavalry. In fact, the dragons they sit on show that the Blackblade Corps is not yet luxurious enough to equip all cavalry men, who must be the guardians of Count Vitokin. Brando squinted his eyes slightly and looked around for a while to see if that ungrateful bastard was around too.

“You've gone too far!” Magda lifted up the bloody driver and couldn't help but turn back and look at these flying trolls.

“Too much?” These people don't care about Magdalene and Brando, they laugh. Several other guys gauged Magdalene and Antina with their eyes open, apparently with a distorted idea. But they dared not rob people on the temple floor, and there was no shortage of means behind them. “Lady, we're just teaching him to be polite.” One of them, quite literate, took the lead.

“You, very good...” Magdalene blushed and was about to report her identity. But at this point Brando, on one side, had retracted his sight - he had not found Count Vitokin - and did not want to talk to these mutton fish, only to tap lightly on the ground with the sword of the earth, and at one point he swung a circle of ripples beneath his feet, spreading them in all directions; the earth seemed to have life, forming the surface of the water, spreading about 350 feet of ripples in a circle outward, over the ground where the cavalry was.

The Rangers of the Black Blade Legion had not been able to react in time, and the dragons who sat on the ground had become unstable, screaming and falling. Naturally, the cavalry also had to scream and curse and fall, during which many people were bruised by massive rides, while the rest of them were shocked and angry, astonished by the sudden earthquake - angry that most of their rides had broken their legs during previous changes.

The dragons are invaluable in the Eruin army, and the entire army of Negroes is more than 300, undoubtedly their closest partner and most cherished private property for the Rangers, also known by the Eruins as the Rangers. I just didn't realize that I hadn't been on the battlefield, but I was in a dispute, and the other side was still a guy who wasn't even a nobleman and had an unknown origins. The cavalry's eyes turned red for a while, and they screamed and they were about to come around and teach Brando a lesson.

Brando watched these men draw their swords coldly, and he didn't want to kill easily, but it was in his heart that he was willing to teach them a lesson he would never forget if he dared to come forward. But it was at this time that there was an outrage in the crowd: "Stop it! ”

The outrage sounded like a strange effect, awakening all those cavalry men who had lost their minds in anger, who had already sheathed their swords and were blindfolded by anger - according to common sense, arrows had to be made on strings, but as soon as the sound came, everyone put their swords away. Brando couldn't help but see the scene, and he heard that the voice was young and certainly not Count Vitokin himself. Young men have such prestige in the army, I'm afraid even the children of Count Vitokin may not be able to do so.

Eruin will have many names in the future, most of them in this era. However, it was clear that this one belonged to the opposing camp and was immediately brought to Brando's attention. His potential consciousness is also influenced by Sophie's desire to be effective like a player, and if the other person is too famous, he doesn't mind addressing a future threatening opponent here first.

Brando raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly. By this time, the men behind the cavalry had separated them from each other, and as he had expected, it was indeed a teenager. And he is also a beautiful teenager with red teeth and white teeth. Brando is a bit oversized when he looks at it. He wonders why the human genes of this era are so good. According to legend, Instarone is also a beautiful man. Although Brando himself is quite good, he can be regarded as just durable at best. I'm a little embarrassed compared to the one in front of me.

The teenager glared at his subordinate and came to Magdalene, bowing slightly: "Please forgive the recklessness of my men, Princess Magdalene, because there is no noble emblem on the two cars, making them mistake you for civilians. Allow me to apologize for them. ”

Brando couldn't help but wonder if the civilian population could rub it? But it didn't occur to me that Magdalene accepted the explanation, and she answered angrily, "Please restrain your soldiers, it's your duty, von. Viscount Doughnin, do not let Elu be ashamed of you. ”

Magdalene's words are heavy, Von. Viscount Doughnin's face turned blue. He couldn't help but look up at Brando with hatred: “So what's the count of this gentleman hurting a dozen dragons in my regiment, Your Highness? You should understand that he openly attacked the banned army and shot the precious dragon; to put it in the past, this matter is no less serious than treason, and I need an explanation. ”

Magdalene frowned, and once her fondness for the young Viscount's creation dissipated, she thought she was a reasonable person, but she didn't expect it to be the same. Brando was her guest, and how could she have handed Brando over - not to mention that even the passers-by, under previous circumstances, the pure nun princess would have defended Brando.

She was just about to ask, and Brando next to her smiled and replied, “So this gentleman doesn't look like he's going to leave me alone. Are you going to be private or public?” He actually recognized each other, von. Doug Ning, this guy is supposed to be the heir to a little nobleman under Vito Metals, and he's been a genius in history, and he's done a lot of good work neutralizing the war on Tokenin. He became famous before Brando. The Royal Party used to be very keen on his future. His Royal Highness had personally asked about him, but later, with Vitokin and the Blackblade Corps, he joined the king's eldest son, von. Doughnin himself joined the West Fah side, and the genius generals of the past became the heart and soul of the current Royal Party.

Freya had told him herself that the three best young men in the current issue of the Royal Knights College under Princess Griffin, including Bresson, Locka and Enroque, all of whom Brando knew. Rocca and Enrocca, together with Freya, are the famous Eruin Sanjie of history, of which Freya was named the Goddess of Martial Arts; Rocca became the military god of Eruin and a proud doorman of cunning foxes and lone wolves; Enrocca was once the captain of Griffin's SS and the famous Sword Saint - and of course, now he is far from it.

But what Brando didn't expect was that Brayson was squeezed in, after Locka in tactical classes and Enlock in swordsmanship, and two in overall ranking, and obviously the future is also remarkable. Brando knew that this was a change in his own history. Brando couldn't help but admire that he must have died in Butch, thinking that such a talented figure would be strangled by Madara in the future.

But even more lamentable is his relationship with Bresson, who knows Bresson likes Freya, and the fools can see how Freya feels about him, so he's definitely going to go against him. Brando couldn't help but have a headache here.

But the princess's men, the future brilliant stars, are comparable to this von. Viscount Doughnin's doesn't. After all, the latter has been in the army for several years. Compared to Brayson and others, who are totally thoroughbred academics, Freya herself said that she was the only one who could barely stand in the way of this young man, who rose up like a comet, among the new generation of generals under Her Royal Highness's command.

But Brando stopped trying to kill. Without it, he happens to know that the other part of history is more famous, and that the mysterious rural girl defeated the traditionally recognized genius of the kingdom, and since then Eruin has had a goddess of martial arts. This guy was Freya's first stepping stone, and it could be said that the name of the goddess of martial arts was stepping on top of this wretched bastard —— in the next civil war.

When Brando sees this wretched bastard, he's not going to kill each other.

“Hmm?” Von. Viscount Doughning stunned slightly: "What is public and what is private? ”

“Business is business. Didn't you say I was fighting against the Royal Forbidden Army? But I would like to ask you that you are the royal banned army, and we can discuss this, and if you can prove your identity, I would be willing to compensate you for your loss.” Brando replied with a smile.

When the teenager listened, he suddenly blinked. Who the hell is the Orthodox royal family of Eruin? Isn't that the question to be discussed at the Ambethel conference? If a few of them can discuss the outcome here, why are so many Grand Duke and royal family members gathered here in Ambethel? Besides, when the problem really turns out, it's estimated that the North and South are at war, and then the Blackblade Corps won't have time to get into trouble with Brando.

“This... I think this is a private matter for us, but let's settle it privately.” Fortunately, he was a little rushed to add.

“Privately?” Brando was cold and took off his white gloves at Von. Viscount Doughnin swayed in front of him: "It's also easy to settle privately, your men crashed into my carriage, and I hurt your dragon. For the sake of the honour of both of us, let's have a noble, just and glorious duel. ”

“Ah?” Von. Viscount Dougnin's face is no longer green, but green. He wanted to take Brando to the Black Blade Legion, but didn't expect Brando to fight him without saying anything?

Now the nun princess couldn't help laughing, and Brando was too bad to say that. Everyone knew that he had won the battle with the power of the late Golden Age and a major swordsman. Although the world didn't know that Brando had made a little trick, his swordsmanship was well recognized, von. Viscount Doughnin must have recognized him, but he said it deliberately, which was a little too deceptive.

But Magdall doesn't think Brando is traveling at all right now, he just finds it interesting that the highland knight is a little out of tune.

She couldn't bear to watch with interest the reaction of the two.

Antitina couldn't help but shake her head and wondered why the fool had not come to provoke her lord. As far as she knew, her lord seemed to have never suffered a loss.

Viscount von Doughnin's reaction was simple, and of course he could not. A silver first-class swordsman in his district, although quite talented among young people, had to fight with Brando more than he himself knew he would not have enough. Let him fight Brando. Isn't that suicide?

But if he refuses, he can't do it. Rejecting a duel with a proper name, he didn't want to embarrass himself in the aristocratic circle, which wasn't even just a matter of his face, Brando included the Black Blade Legion in one sentence, naming him to fight for the Black Blade Legion. His tears were falling, and he thought the guy was too dark. One word drove him off the road.

Brando held the sword of the earth and watched this wretched bastard in his spare time, von. Doughnin's uncertain complexion made Brando marvel at the unexpected ability of humans to change chameleons.

But at this point Magdalene knew she had to stay out of it, and of course she couldn't let Brando kill Von here with a sword. Viscount Doughnin broke the bill, and in fact she knew that Brando definitely didn't want to do it either, just to flirt with each other. She couldn't help but sigh when she saw the white Viscount, so she said she couldn't live with her own sins.

“Forget it, this is St. Pinot Square, where Bishop Anders advocated the construction of a square to commemorate the truce between Eruin and Cruz, where duels are not allowed.” She warned softly.

“Exactly!” Von Doughnin suddenly thought the nun's voice was pure: “In that case, my duel with the monsieur had to be set back. ”

“And this scripture?” Brando looked back at Magdalene and saw the nun wink at him playfully. Brando couldn't help but smile, thinking that Her Royal Highness didn't seem so rigid. He nodded: “Then let go of you this time, let's make a time first. ”

Viscount von Dougnin changed his face and replied in a hasty and vague manner: "Just after the meeting of nobles.” He also knows that the Ambessel Conference is far from over and that both sides need time to prepare, not to mention, when the Civil War starts, when he returns to the army, or some way to deal with this guy.

But now he doesn't dare to stay here for a second, leaving a harsh message and running away with his own men.

Brando shook his head: "Young man. ”

Antitina listened with her eyes rolled open. At this time, the manager of the long shocked auction house finally arrived. He had already seen the princesses of Brando and Magdalene, but on one side were the soldiers of the Black Blade Legion, and he did not dare to offend easily. So he simply waited on both sides to end the dispute, and he also knew that he was not doing so well. After all, Princess Brando and Princess Magdalene were his guests, so he came over and greeted with a little shame: “Are you guys okay? Those guys have been traveling so far. The VIP room is ready. Are you two going in now? ”

Magdalene knew what he was up to, didn't plan to compare him, just looked back at Brando.

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.)