The Amber Sword

Jill quickly found a place where the three mysterious men buried the 'treasure', built like underground work through a staggered stack of grain and water; a huge pocket lay quietly on the ground in a narrow secret passage.

Jill, let the light shine in your eyes, "Jill, let's open it, shall we? ”

“Of course!”

The rope was broken apart by two hands, but the first appearance in the cloth bag was not the glowing treasure of gold, but a girl with a face like white paper and closed eyes, both of whom screamed together and backed away like they saw a ghost.

“Ahhhhhh! Jill, this is no treasure! ”

“Of course I know. God, this has to be a murder! Martha, it happened in front of her eyes. I didn't do anything! ”

“Boo, give me a hand, I'm scared to death. ”

“Jill, so am I. I'm not just scared of my legs, I'm scared of my back.” Boo cried and said, "It's the first time he's seen a dead man since he was a kid.

“Don't be ridiculous, Boo, how could your back be frightened! ”

“It's true, Jill, the soft, even the walls behind it feel soft...”

“Bullshit, how did the wall get soft? ”

“Really, besides what I said, it was just an illusion!” Seeing one's companions didn't want to believe in themselves, he answered angrily.

It's just that before his voice goes down, he hears a gentle voice behind him and says, "I don't think that's an illusion —— it's because you're leaning on my feet. ”

“Ah!" The cloth screamed, looking back, saw a young man standing behind himself in a black noble dress with a long sword at his waist, looking gentle and friendly.

“Ahhhhh!” Bo and Jill jumped up at the same time and met a nobleman in such a shithole, as if a rat had met a cat, both of them almost freaked out, "aah! This has nothing to do with us, we just... it's just an occasional encounter, don't ever arrest us to the port authority..."

“I'm just saying... just don't you ever wronge a good man..." Jill looks at this stranger quietly and quietly - he's dared, but Ambessel's execution for murder has always been harsh enough to deprive Ambessel of his citizenship, confiscate all his property and hang him.

Of course, even the toughest one here is to confiscate all the family property, at least in Jill's and Boo's view.

This is the punishment for going straight to hell.

The sudden appearance of a young man is naturally Brando, half of his body with a soul from the 'future', who will naturally not be unaware of this tunnel beneath the Temple, which, together with the Grand Temple of Anderfleur, was designed by Rognin as a defense work beneath the Temple, but which the Temple later used to do a lot of invisible things.

The entrance to the tunnel and the keys should be in the hands of the Grand Priest, which is naturally inaccessible to the public. Unfortunately, however, there is a task associated with this tunnel in the Sword of Amber, so there is an ‘extra entrance' to the tunnel.

This unknown entrance is connected to a sewer and is one of the ‘rear doors' left behind by Lognin. During the Ambesseur offensive, players on the Eruin side repeatedly used this secret entrance to storm the Grand Temple of Andefoule, which was under Madara's control, and was therefore once referred to as the 'lifeline of the Temple'.

But in this day and age, the descendants of the Rognins who provided the mission should have spent their days in Greywind Harbor awaiting the call of fate, and Brando had reason to believe that there could be no second person but himself who knew such a secret.

So he was still surprised when he saw Jill and Boo.

He had thought that Princess Magdalene might also have the keys to the tunnel, and given her position around Wood, Her Royal Highness had every opportunity to duplicate a key. Although this is inconsistent with her identity, Brando can more or less guess it by exaggerating in front of him with certainty.

But he didn't expect to meet a pair of great fairies, a group he knew very well, arguably a hotbed of thieves, and many of the famous' nightingales' in the players were also from this race.

They showed up here and Brando knew what they were doing.

How dare you.

This is when Freya walked out of Brando's back, and the first thing she saw, of course, were two noisy little guys who couldn't help but stay: “Brando, how come there are two goblins? ”

“No, we're not goblins! We're fairies!” Jill was out of anger, and he could stand hanging, but he could never be tolerated for being insulted by others.

While it is true that fairies and fairies belong to a large family of elite creatures in Warnd, fairies never despise joining dirty fairies. In their view, the goblins are cavemen, or cavemen are the ancestors of the goblins.

“The fairy? Aren't fairies tiny?” The future goddess of martial arts also reached out a little bit more than that, meaning that the fairy is only an inch or two long little man, and has beautiful wings.

“That's the Forest Fairy, we're the Great Fairy!” Jill replied grudgingly, but the tone was somewhat frustrating; as if the fairy looked at the goblin, the great fairy compared to the fairy in the forest, and indeed had several levels of descent.

“So, ah--” Freya nodded, but suddenly she saw the pockets behind the two great fairies and looked white: "Princess Magdalene! ”

Brando's complexion also changed, and he didn't wait for Gilbert to say, just a handful of two people apart, pressing with his hand around Princess Antobulo's neck —— warm and cold, but soft, but he just couldn't feel the pulse anymore —— where did Brando learn field first aid in Freya, of course, know what it meant, but he wasn't dead yet, and he pulled out a virtual light screen, and suddenly it was cold in his heart.

Frozen lines of large characters on the fluorescent light screen:

Name: Magdalle Armanleduer de Antroborough

Race:???

Gender: Female

Status: Death

Sword wounds in the heart, almost passing through the chest. There is no doubt that human beings will die if one foot enters the realm of elements, let alone that Princess Magdalene is just an ordinary person...

Brando's hands trembled slightly and his face faded. Princess Magdalene did not interact with him much, either in the world or in the game, but the nun made a very good impression on him in just a few meetings, being gentle and courteous, without the problems of ordinary aristocratic ladies, indifferent and even some warm hospitality; most of all, she did not stain a little bad habit in the aristocratic circle that threatened me, even in the darkest days of Eruin and the Temple, she maintained her purest heart.

Few such people, even in modern societies, where spiritual civilization is more developed, firmly hold their beliefs in the name of friendship. Her Royal Highness the Princess of Antobulo is a believer, but she believes in the true truth, the brightest side of the human heart.

Freya squatted silently next to Brando, not the first person to have died in this political struggle, but the most familiar person she has ever known - this princess's dear friend, the Wembleyan girl on a weekday, who is now lying there so cold and turned into a corpse.

Such a shock prevented her from holding onto her lips.

Brando sighed and stretched out his hand to soothe the hair that Her Royal Highness had messed up during her struggle, trying to make her look as peaceful as possible.

“Brando...” The voice of the future goddess of martial arts is all a little trembling. Not that she hasn't seen death, she just can't understand why she killed each other to this point.

Hasn't the nun princess always been the most devout believer in the temple?

Brando shook his head and had some doubts in his mind. This result also exceeded his expectations, and even if Magdalene were exposed, she would at best be placed under house arrest. How could the other party take this poison hand and dare to take this poison hand? The other party's reaction exceeded his expectations.

But he couldn't figure it out for a while, and his heart was like a mess.

He has never been a man of reason to indifference in the eyes of others - contrary to most nobles on this land, who admire this cold and cold wisdom and even consider it an outstanding advantage necessary for a good lord - but Brando does not fit in with this quality.

It took him half a day to come back to God. Turning back, he stared coldly at Bo and Jill: "Look at what you two did, you murdered a princess from another country on Eruin's land. You know how much of a mistake you've made, and even the possibility of starting a war...”

“I must arrest and deport you in order to quell the anger that will befall the neighbouring country…" Brando tried to keep his tone cold and business as usual, although his heart was heavy as if he were suffocating.

Jill and Bu, both of whom Brando watched coldly, were scared blue. Although they didn't know exactly what this young nobleman meant, it sounded terrible anyway. It was war and calming anger. The two little guys couldn't help but shake and shake.

Especially since he was standing with Freya in an Eruin uniform, which made the threat seem convincing. Although Freya was wearing the uniform of the Guardians, the two great fairies could not tell the difference between the Guardians and the Port Authority soldiers.

In their view, Brando was the terrible god of killing who was going to arrest them.

Freya knows, of course, that Magdall couldn't have been killed by these two little guys, but they might know something here. She knew that Brando was using a set of words, although Jill and Buddha were a little impatient to shake like bran, but when she thought of Princess Magdalene's tragic death, she had to harden her heart.

Bo and Jill can hardly speak out until Brando adds: "Of course, these punitive measures include the confiscation of all your property - including those you buried in the woods outside the city. ”

“No, how do you know!” Jill freaked out, and every time the Grand Harbor Court confiscated all their stolen property, it was actually only a small part of it, because the Great Fairy had a habit of burying it. Their clans typically choose an unknown and fixed place to bury their belongings, usually a community choosing a place, and only the Great Fairy herself will know which places have ‘ethnic' treasures.

But Brando is an exception.

“No, no, I mean, it's none of our business, you can't do this...” Jill and Bu were in a hurry. If they were just scared before, this time they were really upset.

Especially given the precariousness of their property.

“None of your business?” Brando raised his tone and asked coldly, “So what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're here to steal, right? ”

“No, we're here to steal.” Bu immediately poured the beans to confess his crime, and Jill, in a hurry, tried to shut his mouth.

“Good." Brando said coldly, "Under Ambethel's law, stealing is half of what you're going to be fined for confiscating, and you're going to jail for a year, and you all know that? ”

“Oh no...” I regret it just once. Although not all property is confiscated, half is enough for them to suffer. In particular, this time it was half of all 'real' property.

“But there is still an opportunity to make up for it.” Brando, turn around, "you are now involved in a murder, and if you can provide some useful clues, I may consider mitigating your sentence as appropriate. ”

When Brando said this, he was certainly a judge, but the two fairies did not consider what legal process it would take to be a judge, or whether it would be irregular to try their theft here, and in their view, a nobleman would certainly have the right to shout at them.

The two men nodded in haste and without repetition.

“Good. Tell me how you found her.” Brando asked.

“Her? No, sir, we just found a pocket, we didn't know this... Her Royal Highness is in there.” Jill replied hastily.

“A pocket? ”

“Yes," Jill hurriedly revealed everything he had seen before, fearing that something had been omitted to make this‘ Your Honor 'change his mind in anger. It is conceivable that if the other party could lighten their sentence, it would naturally increase, wouldn't it?

Jill was a little bit admired for his cleverness all the time, his green eyes spinning so fast that he even remembered some details he hadn't noticed before.

“Three? Can you imitate their tone? ”

“Brando?” Freya looked at Brando strangely, and the absolute requirement was a little redundant. To be honest, the tone and manner of speaking between the nobles are actually similar, and it is unlikely - especially without knowing who the other person is - to distinguish from the conversation.

But Brando shook her head slightly, suggesting she didn't have to rush. He frowned slightly and never had clarity of mind. What happened to Magdalene really pissed him off, and this time, those behind it were doomed to face his anger.

Speech skills are one of the skill sets of night thieves, and Jill is naturally pure green. He first imitated the tone and tone of the first person, Brando understood as soon as he heard, "Merloth.” His heart is silent.

“Next. ”

“Yoo-hee. ”

“Next. ”

“This guy doesn't seem to know each other, but he sounds like a soldier; the Harbor Guard probably hasn't walked with the Temple yet, and Meros and Yuki won't believe them, they should be from several major regiments. Count Vitokin's heart?” Brando's eyebrows are locked, and Freya's previous concerns are not really a problem for him, and the average person can't hear them, but they don't mean he can't.

Those who dare to attack Magdalene will certainly not be nobody, they must be the ones who have the talent. These are just a few of them, all of them familiar to Brando in history, and their tone sounds distinct to him.

Coupled with the killing of Princess Magdalene, even the temple certainly cannot be covered. So the fewer people who know, the better, the more people who do it will definitely do it themselves and not fake it to others.

And when he listened to Jill's description, he responded to the speculation in his heart —— that's true.

Brando had a cold smile on his face, and it was in his eyes. Freya looked at him and couldn't help but look slightly: “Brando, you know what? ”

She was a little incredible, and while Brando had demonstrated the ability to convince her that there was nothing she couldn't do, it was a little too much to think about right now. Is it true that some people in this world are born omniscient?

This idea only existed for a moment in the heart of the future goddess of martial arts, but then she saw Princess Magdalene's miserable white face, and her heart was also sudden, hidden the reason for Brando's anger.

“Brando...” she cried sadly.

But Brando clapped her hand and whispered, “Don't worry, Princess Magdalene can be undone. But in any case, this time I must give a lesson that will never be forgotten to those who covertly plot. ”

The last few words, he almost chewed his teeth out of the stitches.

“Ah!” Freya stopped for a moment and couldn't help but look up at her companion. “Princess, she... she...”

Brando nodded seriously, not as a consolation, but as he suddenly remembered something before.

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(PS: I went home yesterday during the day, and I made up a 5,000 word chapter today. I will try to stabilize myself, even though it has been so long, but I hope that you will support me as always, and I will naturally reward you with better quality, thank you.) (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.)