The Amber Sword

Chapter 570: Act 304 Vortex VIII

Silver lightning outside the window occasionally sweeps over the dark sea surface, lighting up the sky like a spark of brilliance. Brando sat silently beside the bed, not far from where Princess Magdalene lay flat, quiet as a sleeping beauty in a sleeping fairy tale.

Half an hour later, Otales' voice rang in his heart: "Brando, you're right, this little girl is not human, even...”

“Not even a living spirit.” Brando's tone is calm and waveless.

“So you've guessed.” The voice of your sister was slightly surprised.

“The Scripture of Genesis, the epic of the Cruz," The Poem of the Sky, "says:" Life of the world is born from water, reproduced on the earth, protected by the wind, and endowed with wisdom by fire. "It also says:" At the beginning of Genesis, a lofty good will walked on the surface of the water, giving spirits to the humble, floating microbes of the water, and so life became. "However, there is darkness to complement each other, and there is just the opposite. So the man above the gods decided:" The end of life is the kingdom of the dead, where the dead converge, and is managed by a god. "But beyond the boundary between life and death, there is also a third camp, namely, stones, metals, etc.," There is nothing but the soul. "”

(Note: God of the Dead, Darkness in Light, Monarch of Eternal Death, Koth)

“I don't see how much you've studied poetry in the sky, and I think I've learned that very few people have been able to read ancient volumes in these days. And in the days of the Saints' War, these scrolls and prophecies, for us, are the beacons of darkness.” Even though he couldn't see it, Brando felt Otales turn around and look out the window, and he can't help but look over...

A lighthouse on the shocking Cape stands, a beam of light in pitch darkness directly into the deep sea, as if it were a sword of Lee, as if it were the only truth between this subversive heaven and earth.

Magic storms that occur on the edge of an orderly world are converging, affecting more or less the civilized world. This year's storm off the coast of Ambesseur was more violent than ever, except that few people noticed the anomaly, and sailboats came into port with their sails tucked away and the owners' doors awaited the first sailing after the storm had subsided.

“I have a great relationship with the wizard in the tower, Lord Otales, and, as you know, in a sense, I am half a wizard. I'm interested in history, not just the Krutz poems, but even some of the black prophecies I've read. ”

“Though you're right, I always think you're hiding something from me," said Otales, smiling shallowly, "and Brando could even feel this elf sister-in-law's narrow gaze from that tone," and I wish you could call me Sister instead of Lord Otales. ”

“I can't call it that.” Brando answered with embarrassment.

Otales laughed.

“Then you're my student. Call me teacher. There's no problem. ”

“Teacher.” Brando respectfully exclaimed that Otales had not been close to him, but had given him much meaningful help, even saving him more than once; this care was like the care of an elder for his descendants, whom Brando did not say, but for whom he had always been grateful.

Otales smiled, “Okay, so what are you going to do next? ”

She's not the only one asking, there's a lot of people in the house. Freya, standing side by side with little Roman, didn't know Brando was talking to an Englishman, but seeing Brando's face move, she asked, “How's it going, Brando? ”

Brando, this is just coming back.

He looked at the rest of the house, Sue, Antitina, Charles, Tiger, Flo and Tina, and the rest of the Rubis Mercenary Corps, Medfis and Metisa standing not far from the door, and the red-haired girl who had been around him without a word, basically at the heart of his little group.

“Princess Magdalene's wound went through her heart, and I said, if she was a normal person, it was an irreparable fatal wound. ”

“Ah...” Freya, this silly girl, stopped for a moment, she couldn't help but shake her finger at Brando: “But... cocoa... Brando, you clearly said...”

Brando couldn't bear to smile, "I said," If you're normal, it's an irreparable fatal wound. ”

“Oh, Brando, are you saying this little girl isn't normal?” Of all the people, Roman responded fastest and called out immediately. Others reacted immediately and couldn't help but look at him.

“Don't forget you're a little girl too!” Brando glanced at the businesswoman and he nodded, "I hope you don't pass on this, Princess Magdalene has not been fatally injured because she is not human. ”

“Not human? Is she half elf like Princess Griffin?” Freya asks inexplicably, I can't help but look at the ears of the princess lying in bed - but still like a normal person.

“No, she's not even a living spirit, to be exact.” Brando replied word for word.

“What!? ”

Everyone was surprised.

Brando was silent for a moment, and in fact it was difficult for him to accept that fact at first. But when he checked for injuries, he realized something was wrong. First, when he opened the other's 'status’ window, his name and other status were obvious.

Magdalene's real name is‘ Magdalene Armanledur de Antoborough ’and Armanledur is the family name of her mother. If Antoborough is his sealed place name, the naming rules for this name are fully in keeping with Antoborough's local customs.

At the same time, it matches Brando's memory.

This name, as well as information like gender, is known to Brando, which is why it appears in the state. But one detail that caught his attention was that Magdalene's race was:????.

It's unusual, Magdalene is theoretically human. Instead of talking about humans, it's common sense that some common races are also simple to distinguish, so it's theoretically impossible for him to distinguish.

The first time I saw Magdalene's body, Brando was confused and hadn't noticed the details. But when he turned around, he immediately realized something was wrong.

After carefully examining each other's bodies, he immediately discovered another problem. Field emergency told him that the time of death of Princess Magdalene was at least two hours earlier. However, a few minutes after the death of a person, the muscles began to relax, the skin became discoloured and hard, and the change would appear quite noticeable in the previous hour, but this characteristic was not visible to Her Royal Highness at the time.

Critically, her skin, although cold, has maintained moderate elasticity and appears to be in a state of health. In Warnde, most injuries and illnesses are accomplished by herbal science and magic, so most people simply do not possess the biological commonsense known to these modern people, but in Brando's view these details are quite unusual.

So he quietly checked each other's pupils, and his heart suddenly trembled, and Magdalene's pupils in the state of death were bleak, as if the original bright flames were extinguished. Looks like the eyes of the deceased, but the pupils are not enlarged, and most importantly, there is a sparkle of Mars-like light at the bottom of the eye.

In Brando's memory, only one presence would reveal such a characteristic after ‘death'.

It is the residual glow of the nucleus of the soul, and all it needs to drive is a 'life’ - a figure.

He almost didn't scream out. The first reaction was whether it was the princess's double, but it was impossible to react immediately, because he immediately found the ‘silver ornament of the Pokémon Clan' from the dead princess, which he gave to each other at the auction in the afternoon.

If the doll was Princess Magdalene's double, she had absolutely no need to leave this thing behind, lest she should be led out of what she had met with Brando.

Moreover, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Antobulo may not have been too refined as a doll. Apart from the only evidence of pupils, no non-living features can be seen all over the body, with flesh and blood, just like ordinary people. Whether it's wisdom, personality or emotion, it's totally normal.

Brando had difficulty believing that the girl who had discussed with him how to help her best friend and who had a strong faith and a pure heart was a figure, but after careful examination by Otales through his hand, it was finally concluded that the other person was indeed a very different person from life in general.

A very special figure, to be exact. At least with Brando's insight, this princess has never seen such a marvellous creature, apparently not one of the most soulless, hard-boiled constructs.

Brando would rather identify with her as a very special ‘race', and in fact Otales agrees with that. In the memory of Sister Wind Pokémon, they were once puppets, but were later endowed with wisdom and formed a race of their own.

This race is the Dwarf Rune.

With the same presence, Magdalene's presence may not be so strange. But Brando's curiosity is that Magdalene, as a princess of the Principality, is not an unidentified person like him, but that it would be interesting not to know her parents - both Duchess of Antoboro and Duchess - if they did not.

At least now, Magdalene herself is completely ignorant, and she has always considered herself a human being. Even in history, Brando has never heard of such rumors. But he remembered one thing, rumor was that the nun's life after marriage was very miserable, and even disappeared...

It was just a wild, wild piece of news, but it seems a little subtle now.

Brando shook his head and threw these messy ideas out of his mind. After he had explained his thoughts carefully to everyone next to him - with the exception, of course, of that last speculation - everyone couldn't help but stare.

“Wait, Brando, you mean Her Royal Highness Princess Magdalene is a figure?” Don't say Freya, even Antina is a little stuck, "but... but...”

“No, in fact, Her Royal Highness is not a doll, it's just a metaphor.” Brando shook his head and explained: “Simply put, Princess Magdalene, her vital signs are not what we know, she has no blood circulation, not a carbon-based organism, but a constructed life, but she, like us, has her own soul. ”

“What is blood circulation and carbon-based organisms? Is that the magician's word?” Antitina asked puzzlingly.

“Cough,” Brando immediately realized that he had misspoken, but with the difference between his knowledge system and those people, the problem was really hard to explain, and he could only disguise: "That's a technical term, just listen to it, in short, it's like...”

“It's like a dwarf, isn't it? Brando said that, but was Uncle Odom really a puppet before?” Roman couldn't help but wonder how this young lady always thinks differently.

“No,” Brando replied in disgust, "that was tens of thousands of years ago. If it was a puppet, it had to be Oldham's ancestors. It had nothing to do with him! ”

“Oh!”

“But... Her Royal Highness didn't know anything about this. Has Princess Magdalene been lying to Princess Griffin?” Although only for a short time with the future Princess Regent, Freya has begun to think of each other.

Brando's heart jumped, and he immediately gave the other person a look and shook his head: "No, I doubt Princess Magdalene herself knew. ”

“You don't know?” Freya slightly asked again, but when she saw Brando's eyes, she shut her mouth. Immediately she reacted, and if Princess Magdalene herself did not know, the problem would be enormous.

And she thought about it, and she said, “So how can we save her? ”

“To be precise, Princess Magdalene is not dead at all. As for how to wake her up, I need access to some information - but right now, we have more important things to do. ”

Brando glanced out the window.

Almost no light before dawn can be seen between the dark sea skies, but the hourglass has finished its final journey and the most important day in Ambethel's history is approaching.

But when it was over, he hesitated.

What really caused Marquis Yuxi and others to murder a princess and a high priest of the temple next time was too much to do with it. What Princess Magdalene finally saw.

The original clear history seemed to be darkening, as if a giant vortex were forming before him.

… (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.)