The Amber Sword

As Brando predicted slightly differently, it was only an hour after he read the letter that the same secret letter arrived at Princess Griffin's desk, lying quietly on the sandalwood desk.

Outside the window is the sight of storm Ambethel before it arrived, and the clouds interwoven over the entire harbour let it pass through the shadows of the day. It is only noon, but it is almost dusk.

Lightning occasionally passes through the clouds, thunderbolts roll, and miserable white light casts a shadow of tree teething claws through the glass windows onto the carpet.

“What's going on out there?” Princess Griffin asked.

“Three floors inside and three floors outside have been surrounded. It is unlikely that we will want to break out, but if His Highness decides, we will surely wait for the Knights to kill a bloody road for His Highness.” The knight, kneeling on one knee, was wet, and the water flowing down the red cape soaked the carpet of great value, but no one blamed him.

“No, you go ahead and change into dry clothes, Lord Leddle.” The half elf girl nodded, answering.

The knight answered with gratitude and stood up and retreated.

“What is this about the sword of the earth?” She just raised her head and threw it at the rest of the house. "Has anyone seen it appear in the country? ”

“This...” Ovewell looked a little odd: “Actually, yes, and it's one of ours. ”

“Our people?” Griffin's a little upset: “I don't know. ”

“I only learned the news, Your Highness.” Ovewell quickly explained, "is Robes. ”

“Rowes? Is that Odin's Robes Delal? One of Delar's youngest sons, the current heir of the Odin family, Count Odin?” The princess thought about it before remembering this man: “Didn't they send my father to the South to find out where the Lion's Heart Sword is...” She suddenly silenced. In just six months, the kingdom had changed, and the Lion's Heart Sword was now in her hands, as if there had been a revolutionary change in Eluin between her eyes.

“What the hell is going on?” She asked.

“Odin is out there, why don't you let him personally describe it, there will inevitably be a deviation from what the outsiders say.” Ovewell replied.

Gryphine nodded.

After waiting for about a moment, Odin, with a pale face, entered the sight of the crowd; he almost died in the battle of the rings of the wind, but finally survived by the passing Grand Druid Andrew. Although the trauma on his body was seven, seven, eight, eight, but the dark wound was still there. After a long time of boating, Lawton, now the divine color is even more gray.

But even so, he respectfully gave a gift to Griffin first.

“Count Odin, does your wound matter? Do you need a break?” The half elf girl looked at him like this and couldn't help but frown. Though she had heard that the pedestrian had had an accident on his way here, she did not expect it to be so tragic.

“A minor injury, no need, is an urgent matter for Her Royal Highness.” Odin replied. In fact, before the party split, he was more inclined to the first-born faction, but in the last month or two, this camp has unwittingly shaken.

Every time he thinks of the young man he met in the Wind Ring, he can't help remembering the choices he made at that time. Therefore, after learning that the Lion Heart Sword had fallen into the hands of the princess, he no longer hesitated to come directly here.

“Then tell us what happened.” The princess replied.

Odin nodded and started talking about the war. He was not a good storyteller, but the adventure of a well-organized, logically distinct, month-long ring of letters and winds was shortened to less than ten minutes in his mouth, but even so, the consequences were clear.

When he finished, there was silence in the house. Ovewell knew, but Princess Griffin couldn't help but take a slight breath: "Are you saying that the man had the sword? He's Lord Tonigal? His name is Brando, right? ”

“Yes.” Odin nodded, but his Highness wanted to know the young man.

“Is it possible for him to return the sword to the lion?” Leewoods suddenly broke the silence and asked.

Everyone couldn't help shaking their heads, and Master Leewoods lacked knowledge of politics, although he was a first-class court wizard in Eruin. While the Sword of the Earth is one of the objectives of the Temple of the Earth, it is not the real cause of this war, which will inevitably take place and continue with or without the Sword of the Earth.

Ten thousand steps back said that after the army started, it never returned.

Odin looked at the chief wizard with some disdain, who was otherwise prejudiced against anyone but Princess Griffin, especially surrenderists like Leewoods. Never heard of Eruin ceding his interests before there was war to persecute him.

“Even if the Temple of the Earth agrees, the Lions will not agree, and it is not a small matter for the army to pull out, Teacher.” Her Royal Highness shook her head, too: "Now that things have happened, consider what to do next. ”

“Zhuqing?” She swept everyone's eyes.

“Find a way to mobilize the army of the South, while expressing an attitude that Grand Duke Vieiro has been silent, that he and Count Denel are dead enemies and have crossed the province of Antilles, that the Temple has very little real control over the South and that we can enlist his support.” Answered Makaroma.

“Who's gonna sink the boat.” Someone asked.

“No, if we still have three collars, there is room for strategic rotation. The Lions have already taken the lead, when the North will suffer enemies on their backs, and the Temple will not ignore them. ”

The house was silent and Princess Griffin took a deep look at the cunning fox. The plan seemed entirely impracticable, but when you think about it, it's not without opportunity.

Makaro must have seen through the machine at first sight. If Toniguer's army clamped Jean de Neil with Vieiro and reached an agreement with the Royal Party in private, the three southern collars would be on the princess's side.

Coupled with the unclear attitudes of Karasu and Goran-Elson, the Royal Party was de facto divided between the North and the South. Though it would have been a luxury to join the North without Alex, under the circumstances, once Tonigal's men and horses had made contact with Vieiro, the temple would have dared not move any more than the King's Party in Ambesseur.

Even in the end, the Temple had to compromise with the Royal Party, but in that case, Eruin had only one way to split.

It was a wise choice, but Count Odin frowned. Those present are wise men, and no one can fool anyone. Ovewell's hands were pressed against the handle of the sword, and he couldn't help but look at Makaro, so he didn't have to say anything in front of the outside world. What does this guy mean?

Is he trying to show an attitude?

I'm afraid this is the attitude of the Grand Duke of Lantoniland. Once the North and South divide, the days of Anélek in the middle will be difficult. Everyone knows that the Duke of Lantoniland and Anélek have a common vengeance.

The princess shook her head gently: "I vetoed the proposal and the Royal Party could fail, but Eruin could not divide. ”

Everyone's face changed and only Ovewell's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Odin raised his head and carefully gauged Her Royal Highness, the beautiful and flowery princess, as if for the first time he had perceived some potential power in her.

“Her Royal Highness.” Makaro couldn't help but remind me.

“When we die, we will also be remembered for the glorious flag of King Acme. But if Eruin splits, there will be no chance of reunification.” The half elf girl's silver eyes seemed to see through the fog of the future, and she sat there and replied faintly.

This is the sadness of a small country whose fate has been made clear or manipulated in the hands of the Cruz people, whose kingdom has been maintained to this day by internal unity, but once it is divided, I am afraid the Cruz will no longer give it the chance to reconnect.

The princess, even everyone present, knows that, only some pretend not to know.

“Let's discuss the current situation.” Ovewell plugged in.

“No need.” Griffin suddenly figured something out, and she sighed: “Go out first, I'll be alone for a while. Tomorrow's meeting of nobles, and the rest of it, is up to you. ”

Lonely indoors.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded and retreated. The last time he went out was Odin, who took a deep look at the princess and bowed before concealing the door and walking out.

The sound of footsteps gradually became distance--

It wasn't until she was completely quiet that the half-Pokémon Princess stood up - she was not tall and inherited the femininity of the Pokémon bloodline, seemingly weak. She circled behind the chair and grabbed the back of the chair with both hands and dragged the chair to the window.

She gasped and then sat against the window, staring out at Ambethel in the storm.

The heavens and the earth are obscure, as if the next moment, this harbour is about to be swallowed up by darkness.

Long time.

The door behind him opened and a voice said: "Your Highness, Lord Makaro, they have gone to see the little prince. Only Lord Ovewell and Count Odin left together. ”

Griffin bit his lip and his face was pale. They are desperate to throw, but do they want to stop them and let Haruze die with them? Besides, what's the power to stop it?

She had long anticipated that the Royal Party was already acting on its own will, and it was not known whether it was as pure as it had been earlier.

She raised her head and the lightning brightened her face. Ecksen, is everything in Eruin over at this moment? She gazed at the endless darkness of the East, and she knew that there was a nascent empire growing there.

Eruin will eventually become its nutrient.

The door closed quietly again.

But when Princess Griffin didn't listen, she stared at everything out the window, as if she were going to take them all in. No matter how dark it is, it's always Eruin's territory, at least now.

Her face was pale, but not sad, as if she were a puppet.

“At this time, it's better for your body to cry out.” A gentle voice said.

Griffin was shocked, and she reacted extremely quickly, drawing a silver sword from the back of her skirt. “Pfft.” A resounding sound crossed the short sword with a dark, heavy sword.

Her Royal Highness took a step back and finally saw the young man in front of her, wrapped under a damp cloak. Meanwhile, Brando was relieved, and he didn't expect Her Royal Highness to react so quickly that she almost got it.

If the power gap between the two is not so great.

But Brando never dreamed that Griffin didn't stop, but bit his teeth and jealously jumped at himself. Ah, when Brando woke up in his dreams, he suddenly realized that His Royal Highness was now only afraid to beg to die.

She wants me to kill him! She wants me to kill him?

Is Her Highness insane? Brando sinks in his heart and slows down his hand for a moment.

… (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.)