The Amber Sword

“Her Royal Highness. ”

The footsteps stopped outside the walnut door and then a woman's voice sounded, exactly the same day Brando met a lady knight who looked like a schoolsister. “Nimacees?” Griffin brushed his hair with one hand and soothed his long skirt wrinkled in a previous dispute.

“And the elderly, Your Highness.” A low, depressed voice replied.

“Lord Ovewell.” Griffin sighed lightly, and in a few seconds she was back to normal, "please wait, I was just getting ready for bed... OK, gentlemen, come on in.” The door shoved open, and Nimatis and Ovewell stood on the cold side of the door, and Sir Wolf seemed to have dried or had just returned from the outside, soaking wet.

Nimatis shut the door at will, and Ovewell immediately said, "Your Highness, Makaro, they have gone to see His Majesty the Little...”

“You don't have to say anything. I know everything, Lord Ovewell.” Griffin interrupted him and looked up at his two closest ministers with a bright eye. Nimmasis met her since she was a little girl, her relationship was not so much with her best friends and sisters, Nimmasis had sworn to be her knight - she was fulfilling her promise, Princess Eluin couldn't help but smile and wonder if her sister remembered her vows that she understood.

She turned her attention to Ovewell, and while Leewoods was nominally her teacher with the little prince, in fact her swordsmanship and political excellence were taught by what this outsider called the Lonely Wolf, "Teacher, Sister Nimatis, prepare yourselves, and we will leave Ambethel immediately. ”

Ovewell slightly flashed and couldn't help but lift his head. He had prepared a long speech to cheer up His Royal Highness, but did not expect his students to be able to bear it unexpectedly. He was familiar with the character of the princess and immediately had a keen idea of what had happened during that time.

With this in mind, the central figure of the Royal Party looked at the room with suspicion, and his eyes quickly fell on the open window.

“Teacher, you don't have to guess, I've figured it out, I can't give up Eruin's future or let the Grand Duke of Lantoniland divide the kingdom. As you said, that glorious flag remains in Eruin, but can I pick it up again, no matter how difficult and difficult the future may be?” Griffin asked.

“Do not try to know the outcome, Your Highness.” Ovewell withdrew his gaze and looked praiseworthy at the princess.

“But the first task now is to return to my territory, where I will wage a war against the Sifah family and the Temple, and I am confident that the people will stand with us, the Eruins who have never forgotten that they fought valiantly with the Kruz, and only those who have forgotten the vows of nobility.” Princess Griffin nodded.

Ovewell bowed slightly in agreement, and he said, "Then the Temple must have heard of our internal disagreement, but it must not have expected us to break apart so quickly, and this is our only chance," he turned around, "Nimacees, how many royal knights can you mobilize? ”

Cadler, the head of the Royal Knights, is a student of Leewoods and a hardliner of the Royal Party, and will certainly not be on the princess's side at this time; Ovewell had previously arranged for Nimais to enter the Royal Knights in order to curb the power of this great leader, but Nimais has so far enjoyed only prestige among the young generation of knights.

Nimaisie lowered her head and replied with a cold face: "Not more than 30%, and all are cadets graduating from the Knight's College, lacking practical experience. ”

“A little less.” The princess frown is locked tight.

“We may be able to seek help from outside.” Ovewell smiled slightly.

“Outside help?” There was a panic flashing beneath the princess's palace, and I couldn't help but look over the closet.

“Count Odin seems to be very appreciative of His Royal Highness's opposition to the division of the kingdom, and I sent him out earlier with the intention of taking our side in his words. He has a mercenary under his command who will return with him from the Black Forest, and if he can be persuaded to join us, it will not only help us in the present situation.” Sir Wolf, this is the only way to slow down the history of your wet clothes.

“Teacher, can you convince Count Odin?” Griffin had a flash of surprise in his eyes, not only because of the unexpected foreign aid, but also because his claims were endorsed by traditional nobility. Though Brando's forces on her side had already emerged from the war in Tonigal, in the final analysis, Her Royal Highness did not see any bottom line in an emerging force.

In contrast, Griffin values the usefulness of Bran's many men as a golden swordsman. Indeed, Count Odin's mercenary, able to return from the Black Forest and go through hundreds of wars, plays a much greater role in the current stormy situation in Ambethel.

Not to mention the fact that Count Odin stands behind an ancient family and a large number of nobles with the same political demands as him, which is a great help. Having the goodwill of this force is a treasure for the forces of a very precarious princess.

But Brando, hiding in the closet, snorted at it, and Ovewell and Her Royal Highness wanted to rely on the power of the nobility. This, of course, is not unbearable; ideological chains are not so easy to break; moreover, kingdoms do require capable people to govern, and Brando has to admit that there are far more knowledgeable and talented people in the nobility of the world.

Obergu VII's establishment of the Youth Guard and the establishment of a locally selected academy to break the old aristocracy's monopoly on power, but all of this is now in the midst of a war with a head of Eruin. But the future of Eruin continues to benefit from it, and a large number of talented people from the Youth Guard have enriched the kingdom, creating a mid-life period for more than a decade for Eruin, an ancient country.

Had the Second and Third Black Rose Wars not interrupted the process, perhaps Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Regent would have slowly put this derailed car of the kingdom of Eruin back on the right track.

With that in mind, Brando couldn't help but sigh softly.

He continued to hear the cold, icy noise of Nimatis outside: “The secret passage leads outside the city, but the area near the road is under the control of the temple, and south is Grand Duke Anlek's territory. Knights College students had planned their escape routes in advance, and the only conclusion was that a waterway would give them a chance to escape from Ambethel. ”

“But we don't have a boat.” Ovewell replied.

“Even with boats, there will be storms in the crescent sea, and we will not be able to sail at this time of year.” Nimaisie added.

“No, we may have a boat.” Griffin suddenly remembers something. Her face revealed hesitation, and Nimatis and Ovewell looked strangely at Her Royal Highness, the royal family placing agents and some hidden retreats everywhere, and if there was a merchant ship here that was the shadow of the royal predetermined arrangement, they wouldn't be surprised - Elouin folklore has a saying that the king has the most secrets - although not entirely correct, they also scored a third.

I just didn't expect Griffin to hesitate and suddenly say, "Let me introduce you to a guest. ”

“A guest? ”

Nimaisi was slightly flashed, but Ovewell was flashed. Princess Griffin bit her lip and bent her fingers and knocked on the wood table: “Come out, Mr. Brando, I want you to keep your word and help us get out of this place with all your heart. ”

Brando wasn't expecting Her Royal Highness to push herself out at this time, but he was surprised and soon returned to normal. Both of them appeared to be close ministers to Princess Griffin, and her willingness to let herself appear at this time suggests that at least the princess has recognized him as a member of this circle.

He exhaled and opened the closet door and walked out.

“It's you!” Nimaisi frowned slightly.

Ovewell also raised his eyebrows, but did not rush to speak. Brando was a little embarrassed, why not, a lonely widow living in the same room, or a princess of a country, and it was inevitable that there would be any speculation - not to mention that he did something less bright and upright earlier, though only impulsive - but as a thief, Brando couldn't help but blush.

He couldn't help but beat a haha: “Sir Ovewell, I see you again. I hear you've seen me before, but unfortunately you haven't had a chance to see Mr. Sir before.” Naturally, he said, Sir Wolf was following them secretly, not from the princess, but from the dragon. Plus some details that the princess later inadvertently revealed in her letter, Brando could guess who he met in just one guess.

In fact, that's all that's left of the princess. Makaro, who was also the head of the mercenary in the mountains of the south, naturally could not have appeared in Riedenburg.

Ovewell smiled a little: “Mr. Brando's progress in swordsmanship was unexpected, and I heard earlier that you had approached the element field and couldn't believe it. I didn't expect the facts to be right in front of me, which led me to believe that there was a genius in the world.” He complimented Brando, but immediately turned his head and asked: "But why is Mr. Brando here at this moment? I would like an answer. ”

“Teacher," Princess Griffin's face was slightly reddish, not because of shyness, of course, but because of the nervousness of being torn apart: "Mr. Brando has long been my knight, he is my agent, and this time he has come to Ambethel to help us in the dark. You already know that, but I brought him here tonight because he had a boat in his hand that could be useful. ”

“If I recall correctly, Mr. Brando came to Ambethel on Toniguer's boat, right?” Half-Pokémon Girl looked at him.

“Since when do I have a boat? Emotion, I'm the boat owner now?” Brando was slight, of course he came by boat, but the boat was an authentic merchant boat. Now the storm is upon us, but no merchant ship dares to sail, and Tonigal's relationship with Ambethel's major chambers of commerce has not yet reached that level. He didn't expect the princess to have reason to lie, but he did have a way to get the boat, not by buying it or borrowing it or renting it, but by robbing it. The Naga were born good at this, and they ordered the bandits specializing in it —— oh, pirates.

He thought about it and quickly cleared his mind and nodded. Her Royal Highness's rhetoric seemed seamless, but it was actually very fractured. Who would have thought that the Royal Party would be divided internally? Besides, the Lion's news of the war was sent to her desk an hour or two ago, and her statement that it was easy not to attack herself.

At this time, however, Ovewell's thinking focused on the hull of Brando and his boat. He glanced at Brando, reluctantly accepting his Highness's statement, and asked: "But even with a boat, there is no way out of the sea if there is a storm. Does His Highness intend to cross the Strait of Ambesseur into the walls of the dead? But the sea way over there is through the coast of the province of Anrek, and Grand Duke Anrek will surely use the navy to intercept us. ”

“No, no.” Griffin shook his head: "Among the collections of the Temple of Underflor is a bow image of a ship from the Echo period, said to be the bow image of the Goddess of Martha, made from the teeth of a sea demon whale, which is said to calm the storm. ”

“That's a good idea.” Ovewell's eyes are bright: "But the vault of the Temple of Underflor is not that easy to get into. ”

“I'll ask Magdall for help, as for those who sneak into the temple…" Griffin glanced at Brando.

“Me?” Brando snapped. He knew the legend of the bow of the ship, but didn't know if it was true. Of course, it would be nice to get this - not to deal with the current situation, but to prepare the future for entering Stormland, a sea beyond Martha's guard south of the Ring of the Wind, where you can get a huge copy of the Lv70 suit and the task item to recast the bronze body.

Outside the storm countryside, magic storms ravaged the country for many years, and were a restricted area for the Naga people, without Naga's sea magic whales, the only way was to get something to calm the storm. For example, the rest of the holy water, the statue of Martha's boat, or a curse sufficient to manipulate the weather.

Brando, of course, was reluctant to create branches outside the season, just silently taking note of the message and nodded.

Griffin seemed satisfied with Brando's attitude, and she couldn't help but comfort herself: “Rest assured, Mr. Brando, Magdalene, that she acted comfortably in the temple and that entering the vault was not such a hassle. Wealth is not important to the saints, it is just difficult for ordinary people to get in. Your task is just to take care of her and bring things back. And now you're the only one around me who can move freely and earn Magdalene's trust. ”

Brando thought about it and found out what Her Royal Highness was saying, so he nodded, pretending to be a good place, but what he was thinking was just the opportunity to connect with Magdalene. The nun should be listening to the news in the temple.

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(Oops, if the update isn't good, I won't sell it...) (Unfinished. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)