The Amber Sword

Brando and Antina and Magdalene were introduced into a separate compartment on the third floor of the auction site. This is actually a terrace, the whole child is fan-shaped, and sitting here you can see the auction in its entirety, with a great view and great satisfaction for Brando. However, he did not know that the staff lady around him was slightly surprised. Antina's expectation that the auction venue in Ambesseur must be extremely luxurious, at least far more than Braggs' golden brilliance, right? But the decoration here is not very noticeable, even in her opinion it is a little too sour.

The walls of the surrounding dark wooden planks look rustic, and the colors of the thick draped curtains stacked on the ceiling are so ordinary that none of the seats are as delicate as they were engraved at the Braggs Fair, but she just feels a little surprisingly comfortable sitting on them.

But this little nobleman's daughter from Bragos could never have imagined that that seemingly dark, heavy plank was actually a precious black wood that was usually used to make canes. And the fabric that droops from the ceiling is also from the Southern desert country more expensive than a thousand gold textiles, the cushion under her body is more camel cashmere products, here ordinary things are also worth the struggle of ordinary people for several years, the luxurious life of Elouin has long exceeded her cognition.

Although Antina herself is of aristocratic origin, she has long lost her way and cannot afford these luxuries.

There is continuous sound insulation around the terrace, and a translucent curtain with feathers outside prevents others from seeing the identity of the Guests on the terrace. The auction site was well protected, but just in case, Brando had a sound insulation spell on his own. Performing this less than one ring of gas system is simple for more than twenty levels of elements. But seeing that Brando didn't rely on any 'props', the nun's eyes lit up.

“I didn't know he could do magic. A swordsman who walked into the realm of gold in his early twenties, how exactly did Mr. Brando practice it? Is there really such a difference between genius and mortal man?” Princess Magdalene curiously aroused her fine willow brow with amazement, and although she always thought her best friend, Her Royal Highness Princess Eruin, was a genius, she looked blackened compared to Brando. Again, she doesn't know that Brando actually took more than a year from black iron to the golden class, otherwise she might have to wonder which of Brando's ancestors or himself was simply disguised as a dragon race.

There are even rumours out there that this young man may be the most remarkable novel in Eruin's centuries, but the novel, originally from the Swallow Castle family, is very close to His Royal Highness, causing some people to feel itchy. Only the Magda people feel a little at ease, and there are such people in the camp for their best friends.

“Well, you may speak now, Your Highness. May I ask what happened to the Temple, and if I recall correctly, the Wood Priest should have supported the maintenance of the status quo in Eruin. Isn't his opinion enough to represent the opinion of the upper level of the Temple of Fire that, as far as I know, there are more than one high priest, but there are not many in the temple, not to mention such a special parish as Ambethel? I wonder what changed the temple's intentions?” Brando set up the spell and asked back immediately.

The beautiful nun shrugged before returning to God: "It should be a letter from Merloth. The handover ceremony for the Grand Priest was scheduled to take place a month later at the Temple of Underflor, but Meros not only arrived early, but also brought a letter, which Lord Wood closed himself after reading, in fact his last order was to prohibit us from leaving the Temple at will, and I was looking for an opportunity to bypass the guards before I could meet you, Mr. Brando. ”

“Wood is not a humane guy, but he is rarely a man of firm faith. So it seems that the letter must have come from the core of the temple, but why did the temple change its attitude in such a hurry? Generally speaking, a parish high priest represents the attitude of the temple, and rarely in history have their opinions completely contradicted the temple, which must have been due to an emergency. But this has not been the case in history.” Brando frowned.

The moment he frowned, the auction outside finally opened as scheduled. The first auction was a magic sword. The Ambethel auction was indeed to be several grades higher than the underground trade fair in Pragues. The quality of the magic sword was excellent. In all respects, it was even more than Brando's original Pokémon Sword Spike of Light. The auction price was 50,000 Torr. I couldn't help but breathe in a slight breath when I heard the lady from the clerk beside the offer.

But Brando had little interest in the sword, and the sword of the earth in his hand was ranked higher in fantasy weapons, the only flaw being that it was a little lower. But at the same level, it is qualified to sweep all armaments below the artifact, or else it will not be called the sword of the earth. Few weapons can be described as holy swords in the Amber Sword.

“It would be nice to see the contents of that letter.” His attention was attracted only by the sudden surge outside the venue for a moment, and he immediately turned back and answered himself.

“Mr. Brando, can you help Griffin? The Temple is now intended to help the Northern nobility reunite the whole of Eruin, and perhaps even Grand Duke Anlek has been pressured into joining the Alliance, making it very dangerous for Griffin to remain in Ambesseur.” Magdall said with concern.

“Do you think the Temple will do it in Ambesseur and leave Her Royal Highness's line directly here?” Brando couldn't help but frown. Although he doubted whether the aristocracy of the North had that courage, he had to consider that possibility. The Temple claims not to interfere in the internal affairs of the Kingdom, but historically they have had several priors. “Even Alex was subdued, and the temple's attitude this time was pretty tough. But what the hell are they doing? Aren't they afraid to start a bounce?” He couldn't figure it out. The Temple of Fire does not belong to only Eruin, the Krutz are likely to cause other countries to feel like rabbit death fox sadness, and the Temple of Fire has historically interfered in the internal affairs of other countries for special reasons, this time for what?

The nun nodded, "Merloth's attitude was very strong and he seemed to be in a hurry to end Eruin's civil war. But the Royal Party still has power in the South, and if His Royal Highness is returned to Vlada-Paz, it will take at least six months for the South and the North to end the war. The recovery period after the war, not knowing how long it will take, may not wait that long to see what Meros looks like. ”

The sound wave outside the auction yard was higher than a wave, and the Magic Sword had been filmed at a high price of nearly 120,000 Torr and finally for a swordsman. But the noise outside did not attract the attention of the two people in the compartment. Brando's eyebrows were almost twisted together, and he asked, “How does Her Highness expect me to help? I'm afraid the Northern aristocracy will do everything in its power to procrastinate, and if I'm right, the Northern army has begun to mobilize, but if Princess Griffin leads by tearing her face out of the meeting, I'm afraid the Temple will use that as an excuse to do so. ”

“By then, if I were to be on Princess Griffin's side, Your Highness, would you like me to declare war on the Temple?” Brando replied softly.

“Brando...” Antitina was surprised, I'm afraid only Brando dared to say such words. Come on, declare war on the Temple? She could not even mention the fear that the kingdom belonged to the forces of flame for centuries, and that one of the five temples, the Temple of Flame, controlled more than just Cruz and Eruin, who, of all the vast areas it possessed, was just one of the least visible stones.

Magdalene looked at Brando, herself a devout believer, knowing, of course, how terrible the Temple of Fire possesses. Her little principality, sheltered entirely by the Temple, was able to preserve her freedom today with the finest of human beauty, thanks entirely to the title of nun princess, which was also given to her by the Temple.

It can be said that without the temple, there would be nothing for her today.

“Mr. Brando, I know you've always been a king, so can you answer me, to what extent would you be willing to invest in helping Griffin?” Thinking about her best friend's situation, she still couldn't help but ask.

“No, you're wrong, Your Highness. I have never supported the Royal Party, including their claims, nor even Her Royal Highness's.” Brando couldn't help but frown when he heard the name of the King's Party.

“Ah!” Magdalene was surprised: “How could it be… what you did in Tonigle was just for your own good? ”

Brando shook his head, and he didn't have to do it for the benefit. With his abilities, in Cruz, in Gracius, even in St. Osor, the Empire of the Wind Elves, he was given the status he always wanted, without having to go to Tonigal, so desolate, to start from scratch.

“I admit I have a crush on Princess Griffin. But not because of her claim at this moment, nor because of her pursuit of the lost glory of this kingdom. First of all, I am not a knight, Princess Magdalene. What I care about is something more important, and I just want to protect the person I want to protect, and I just want the tragedy not to happen again," he asked softly, “Do you understand what I mean, Princess Magdalene? ”

Princess Magdalene looked at him stunned and blurred: “I'm sorry, Mr. Brando… I don't quite understand. Are you trying to say... that you like Griffin? ”

Brando almost didn't choke, and the princess's ability to relate is too rich. He coughed twice and sighed: "Whatever you think, but I just want to say that I will not join this political angle for supporting the King's Party or His Highness the Princess, and I am neither a chess player nor a chess player. Princess Magdalene, if you really want me to get involved, you have to do it my way. ”

This time, Ramona? The painting that dazzled the glorious era of the first century - Brando's auction was placed on the auction stand, which was the fourth; the artistic creation of the Royal Spirit of St. Osor was extremely tall, and the Dazzling Princess was better known as an immortal genius, a painting of her golden age and more precious, so the auction began with a small orgasm. The starting bid of up to one million Torr attracted Antina's attention.

There was a wave outside, but Magdalene's voice in the compartment could not be depressed: “Mr. Brando's way? ”

“Before answering that question, Princess Magdalene, I would like to ask you how you would like me to help Her Royal Highness. ”

The nun princess frowned and replied: “Of course I hope Griffin leaves this dangerous place. Ambethel is not safe, Mr. Brando...”

She didn't think so. She didn't really think Brando could change anything at first, but just wanted to persuade the other party to join the King's Party, so that the stronger Griffin was around, the safer she looked in Ambethel. I just don't know why Brando's words unwittingly shook her mind.

Brando replied, "But you have to understand that if Princess Griffin chooses to leave Ambethel, she will forever lose her chance to gain the support of the Temple, even if she cannot sustain the original power contrast. The Royal Party would be at an absolute disadvantage and failure would be almost imminent, and everything that Her Royal Highness and the Royal Party advocated would be a shadow. ”

Princess Magdalene flashed slightly, but she immediately replied, "I only care about Griffin, she is my friend. ”

“Then I answer you, so do I.” Brando answered with a slight drop of his eyelids.

“I see," Magdalene took a gentle breath: "But why is Mr. Brando so unhappy with the Royal Party that what you did in Tonigal is like a true knight, the idea of the Royal Party, isn't that the path you're following? Why don't you choose to go back and forth with them? There are few honest men like you, why not unite and let the old aristocrats of the North triumph, and Mr. Brando loves this ancient country too? ”

Brando shook his head and replied softly: "The Lion's Heart Sword in Freya's hands at this moment promises to protect the people, not to be proof of an orthodox continuation - what's the point of the existence of this title of State if Her Royal Highness, the goddess of martial arts, and the inhabitants of Butch, even those who are waiting for it, cannot protect it? ”

“Nation, after all, is made up of men, and the knights are on the front line killing to protect, not to sacrifice, the one they want to protect, you know? Relying solely on the orthodoxy of the bloodline and the steadfastness of the glory, the so-called insistence of the royal party is nothing more than the ageing steadfastness of the nobility, after all it is a shadow. Your Highness, have you ever been to Butch? ”

“Butch? ”

“Then you must not understand what Eloin really needs. The sword of the first King Acme is the sword that guards everyone. Where is the sword of the King? Not necessarily to the aristocrats, are you? ”

The nun didn't say a word, and she didn't quite understand Brando and Griffin or even the King's Party, but privately felt that maybe Brando was right. “Mr. Brando has a similar temperament to Griffin, but Griffin is not as clear as he sees it. All of us are mistaken. It turns out the Royal Party did not choose the right path from the beginning.” Magdalene nodded.

She looked up and said, "Can I help you with your business, Mr. Brando? ”

“I would like to see the content of that letter to confirm the true attitude of the Temple. If, as you said, Princess Magdalene, I had to forcibly take Her Royal Highness.” Brando replied.

But in exchange, I'd like to ask Mr. Brando to stop calling me Her Royal Highness and call me Magdalene. ”Her Royal Highness said seriously.

“Is that good?” Brando couldn't help turning back. At this moment, the princess's oil painting caught a high price of 3,3 million Torr, minus the handling fee and more than 3 million income. Antitina couldn't help but say 'yah’ in the lowlands and look back at her lord. But Brando looked at Magdalene and said, "Is Miss Magdalene a member of the temple? ”

“The teachings of the King of Fire warn the world to be upright and faithful to friendship. Although I admire the temple, I admire the truth more in my heart, and I think even Lord Wood will support my decision.” Magdalene replied, "I am willing to pay any price for this, so don't worry, Mr. Brando. ”

Brando shouted softly, "The princess is as kind and honest as the rumor has it.” He would have respected his devout followers far away, but he cannot help but admire them at this moment. He thought about the future fate of the princess and couldn't help but say a few words to remind him: "Miss Magdalene, have you ever thought about gaining control over your destiny? ”

The sister-in-law opened her eyes and urged herself to rule her destiny deeply touched her. She wondered why Brando saw through the struggle in her heart and could not help but stare at the latter with amazement.

“I have no malice. ”

Magdalene hesitated for a moment, but eventually shook her head. The temple gave her too much, and she didn't have the courage to fight - just like Griffin, who knows how to cocoon herself, but still has to move on. Seeing Magdalene unwilling to leave the temple, Brando sighed only, but he also knew that it was unlikely, after all, that the princess represented the country that belonged to her. Man is never free, he's just asking.

The auctioneer knocks down the hammer for the third time and mutes it.

“I'll wait for your good news.” Brando replied, “Be careful. ”

“Mm-hmm." Princess Magdalene 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.)