The Amber Sword

Griffin seemed to have really broken her heart, and under her arrangement, everything was back in order. Looking at Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was once again smart and strong, Brando also took a slight breath of relief. At first, Her Royal Highness, who rarely revealed the helpless side of wandering, although touching, preferred the princess in front of him.

Probably because it's more real and closer to the image in his mind.

But Brando hasn't relaxed his guard, and the fact that the princess is in great difficulty and danger cannot be changed, even though she is temporarily uplifted; at least until everything is arranged, Brando knows that there is a problem that the princess faction cannot bypass -

He didn't intend to talk, he waited for someone to come forward. Ovewell was thoughtful in the presence, and Ni Maisies, the dark-haired knight, didn't look like a fuel-efficient light, and he didn't have to be smart about himself.

It's just that every time Brando looks over there, he can't help but be attracted to a knight with dark hair. Nimais stood there quietly and quietly, breathing a very familiar aura all over him.

Familiar and strange.

A moment of silence in the house, Nimaisi naturally noticed the young man's constant gaze on herself, except that every time she turned around, she saw the other person's gaze flying away.

“Hmm.” The knight with dark hair frowned slightly. Not far from her, the half elf girl seemed to be organizing everything in an orderly fashion, and she turned back - to Ovewell on one side, Sir Wolf, whose words were sharp in the past, did not say a word, and Nimais knew that she was being hinted at.

“Your Highness, what about His Highness Haruze? ”

A moment later, she asked quietly; the sentence seemed to have struck Her Highness, the future eldest princess of Eruin, and the young girl was stifled, and Brando saw her slender fingertips even slightly shaken.

This is a problem that cannot be bypassed. As far back as the Knights College, the little prince lived under the responsibility of the Royal Party. Earlier it seemed like a protection, but now it is under surveillance and control. Now her brother has already fallen into the hands of the King's Party, and none of Macaro or Count Barry is a dragon phoenix. I'm afraid it's not that easy to take people from them.

“Nature wants to take people, and never let my brother fall into their chips.” How to take a man is a problem, and the princess frowned deeply - now she can command only a cavalry of young cadets who have not yet completed their studies, less than half the Knights of the Royal Family.

Moreover, the princess has not apparently truly torn her face from the King's Party, and both sides can say that there is no way back. If the King's Party loses its final leverage, it may fall back to the Temple of Fire. It's very unlikely, but she has to worry.

The large room was silent.

“Why don't the elders take a walk.” Ovewell replied: “It's not possible, you can resort to the Lake Knight, maybe...”

“I'll try to convince Freya.” Nimaisie replied quietly, not seeing a single worry on her face, calming down like a sculpture.

The Knight of the Lake's last demonstration of strength was second only to what Brando had seen in the Ring of the Wind, and no wonder Ovewell thought of him. Although the Lion Heart Sword is still in Freya's hands, the Knight of the Lake seems to have always protected herself next to this future goddess of martial arts, but it is merely protection. Freya does not necessarily command this goddess.

Actually, Ovewell doesn't necessarily know that, but the princess faction can't really come up with a better solution at the moment.

Brando shook his head and finally couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid not, Lord Ovewell. It's not hard to take people, just adjust the itinerary. ”

“Adjust your itinerary?” Everyone here was stunned.

“I suggest not to leave so early, preferably after the start of the Council of Lords.” Brando replied, "It doesn't make any difference if we leave sooner or later. Even if we leave now, it's not much easier to kill the venue directly. ”

“Besides -” he wanted to go on, but His Royal Highness had interrupted him with a glance: "Besides, the most dangerous place is the safest place, and if we were to escape, we would certainly not be in the room. Because of this idea, it might be easier for us to break through at that time. ”

“Of course, we do not necessarily have to kill ourselves out of the room, but we can choose the time period before entering or leaving the Temple of Andefoule, which must have been the most lax moment of vigilance for each other. ”

“And the key is that when we go to the venue, Makaro and others relax and think Her Royal Highness will not show the courage to tear their faces apart.” Ovewell nodded too.

It wasn't that Brando was a better fighter than they thought he was, but that he stood as a bystander and even jumped out of history and knew more about what was going to happen at the next meeting. And the princess is more afraid of the unknown future, who knows if the Temple of Fire will slip away at the next meeting.

But as soon as Brando pierced the window paper, everyone in the room reacted.

“Then, after the meeting, the Royal Party still has a war to fight with the Grand Duke of Sifah, and we have a good show.” For a moment, her ability to grasp the situation seemed to return to Her Royal Highness, and she smiled softly and sarcastically: "The Temple of Fire is going to strike at us, and I'm afraid it won't be for long, after all, they're going to wait for the Allies of the North to arrive, right? ”

“Since we are going to the Council of Lords, could you escort His Royal Highness out of the estate, Mr. Brando? ”

Said it was an escort, but it was almost like a robbery. But Brando shook his head: "This is not the right man for me. First of all, I do not know His Royal Highness, and secondly, this time I am afraid that the army of His Highness's men will not be enough, and I now have an army in Ambesseur, and I will personally direct them to assist His Highness in the breakthrough. ”

Everyone here heard the speech in front of them and couldn't help but look up at Brando. How could they not have imagined that the 'knight of the princess' had actually brought an army here? Of course, Brando's current identity as a royal ‘spy’ naturally falls to the princess.

Ovewell couldn't bear to take another look at her students, did she really anticipate today?

Only Princess Griffin sees the colours in her eyes.

……

“Her Royal Highness asked Viscount Begnin to escort His Royal Highness Prince Haruze? ”

Thunderstorms and thunderstorms are converging over the city, clouds like grey and black canvases, layers of staining, pigment spreading along rainfall, and storm clouds changing shape.

The rain washes the eaves...

The storm soon wove into a silver band of light, and the water beads rolled down along the canopy to form a fine stream of trickles. Fortunately, the tarpaulin cape did not flood; Freya turned around and her grey brown eyes sparkled under the night. She looked at Brando on her side, and her white skin reflected a slight glow like a jade.

Brando nodded.

The Viscount of Begnin he knew, a young son of the Grand Duke of Sifah, stood in this camp with a penchant for the princess. Historically, the man did not have a reputation as a hermit and then seemed to be the head of the Sifah family, that is all.

However, his loyalty to Her Royal Highness, while at the same time freeing himself from the royal party, is the perfect candidate for this task. I just don't know why, he feels a little uncomfortable. Is it because of jealousy?

“I heard...” Freya stopped.

“Heard what?” Brando turned around and looked at her, the future goddess of martial arts, slightly removed from her old childishness, but she still had the shadow of the stubborn militia captain in Bucci countryside.

“I have heard that Viscount Begnin admires Her Royal Highness, the youngest son of the Grand Duke of Sifah, who came here to represent his betrayal of his family. I think His Royal Highness would trust him so much for a reason. ”

Brando couldn't help but say 'hmm’.

Brando doesn't necessarily have any tenderness in her mind as a teenage princess, but she just behaves more iron-stone than most people do. It is unlikely that the Korkova family she represents will be united with the Sifah family behind Begnin, but perhaps Viscount Begnin has indeed had the heart of the princess.

Heavy rain basins, lightning occasionally illuminate the entire heavens and earth, making the world blend into blackness. The Grand Temple of Anderfleur stands silently in the rain, the entire building is like a silent wall with statues of stone ghosts and dragons, each of which is a priceless art treasure.

The two men were hiding in an alley just off the first street of the Temple, just a short while away from the time agreed with Magdalene.

He said he was here to steal the bow statue, but he was only here to connect with Magdalene. Now he's got a sea demon whale in his hand, and he can't afford to go outside the festival this autumn.

Flair was slightly envious, mostly because girls lacked resistance to such romantic things. It has to be said that the behaviour of Begnin is truly appalling in this world, as a nobleman turning away from his own family simply in pursuit of his love.

It's a story that only exists in knight novels.

But Freya, who revealed the girl's side, was also adorable, and Brando couldn't help but gauge the future goddess of martial arts. Somehow, he felt that he could only show his natural side in front of Roman and Freya, as if he could relax.

Speaking of abandoning everything for the sake of ideals, His Highness the Goddess of Martial Arts is actually the same person. And now, for this future goddess of martial arts and tomorrow in this kingdom, it seems that he is doing the same thing.

It's just to work for another different history.

When Freya turned around, she was shocked by his god: “Is there something on my face? ”

“No, no.” Brando shook his head quickly.

“Why isn't Princess Magdalene out yet?” Freya didn't notice anything in his heart, but asked, she was always an acute person.

Brando looked at the time - just in time - but he looked up at the back door of the temple. There was still no sign of anyone there, which forced him to frown. Generally speaking, both joints should be very sensitive to time, unless something went wrong, often late.

Besides, Princess Magdalene doesn't look so careless.

He flashed a little uneasiness in his heart.

“Is something wrong, Brando?” Freya sees Tae Ni.

“The scheduled time has passed. ”

She frowned slightly: "Is it possible... that Princess Magdalene is in trouble? ”

“Possibly.” Brando can only guess.

“So what do we do? ”

Brando's eyebrows almost wrinkled in a river, and to say he didn't need any bullshit bow statue, he could always come and get it; and in fact, the content of the letter that the new priest Merloth gave Wood, after getting news from the North, he could almost guess a seven, seven, eight, to connect with Magdalene, just to confirm.

The safest way now is undoubtedly to turn around and go. But Brando was a little upset, and he felt that if he left without saying anything, it would be like a betrayal to Princess Magdalene, who might be in trouble at the Temple of Andefulle.

It's like abandoning a comrade, Brando thinks he can't do something like this.

“Brando, do you want to go in there and find her?” Freya whispered: “Magdall is a good friend of Her Royal Highness the Princess...”

“Well, how are you going to get in? ”

“I don't know, but we can try, can't we? We'll figure something out. ”

Of course, this stupid woman hasn't changed her nature. Brando shook his head: "No, no, no." Before Freya stared at him, he added: "I know, come with me--”

… (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.)