The Amber Sword

Even the loudest of worlds, there is a quiet corner.

The lights were swinging in the small room, the businesswoman lay on the wooden bed, her chin on her overlapping hands, her eyes curiously grunting as if she were a sleeping nun princess, poking her fingers at each other from time to time.

“Antina, how can Miss Magdalene be a doll? Look at her skin, soft, have fun... people look so good, Brando must be lying, right? ”

The lady sighed, familiarizing herself with the little Roman character, she would know that the focus of her sentence was actually ‘have fun’, not the second half; Antitina held a copy of 'Rockefella's Poetry', but her mind was not on it at all, and she flew long ago into the rain, above the battlefield.

The sword and sword shadow, both sides of the slaughter, will be inscribed on the history of this port on this day. But the sunrise of the next day will shine upon the land of that party.

Can you really win?

Antitina's heart hung halfway. She dropped her book, silently removed her silver-wired glasses, and glanced out, the harbour direction was flaming red. There seemed to be whimpering in the wind and rain, as if the Spirit of Eluin were crying in the sky ——

Just that intermittent cry before death, not knowing if it belongs to relatives and friends a moment ago.

“Be careful, don't be too rude to Princess Magdalene... you, you've been too rude,” Antitina snuck at little Roman and pressed her near perfect chest, unable to help but scold with impatience.

“I know.” A natural answer.

Antitina stared at her.

Merchant lady, that's a little convergent, "Well, do you want to go out? ”

“Well, it's so boring in the house, it upsets me.” Antitina looked at the nun princess in bed with some jealousy, "and if Princess Magdalene suddenly wakes up, don't tell her anything. ”

“But Brando says she won't wake up for a while. ”

“I mean if. ”

Romans sent Antittina out of the house. Turning back, but for a moment, she seemed to see a slight movement in the eyes of the girl in the bed. After about a few seconds, it slightly moved again.

This time it's real.

Aah!

“An...” the businesswoman immediately turned back and shouted, but the birth stopped.

It's Lord Roman's fault, but wait a minute.

She thinks so and turns back. She looked closely at the nun princess in bed, who Magdalene seemed to have fallen into some sort of nightmare, her eyebrows slightly crept up, she looked tired, struggled slightly, and her mouth made some slight noise.

Roman immediately got curious and looked forward, his ears cautiously close to each other's mouth before finally hearing a few words: “How could this happen, be careful...”

“Be careful...”

“Huh?” The merchant lady stood up and thought about it ‘seriously' and put her finger up on the other person's forehead: “Miss Magdalene, are you dreaming? Let Little Roman help you with the nightmare.”

The room flashed slightly.

……

Heavy rain interweaves a bleak world in a square outside the Grand Temple of Andefoule, with a black carriage passing through the rain screen and a silent stop in front of the main entrance to the Temple.

The crest on the carriage flashed for a moment.

White Lonely Wolf Vitokins, Mountains & Eagles Alex, Crescent Moon Lily Fort Kurko, Stream Wind & Flame Moon West Fah, Longsword & Black Pine Goran-Elson, Black Takarasu.

Swallow Fort folds the sword and is also slightly dim.

When Anrek stepped out of the car, the eagle Dejar stood beside Silver Knight Sylvia, left and right; he raised his head and not far away the Grand Duke of Sifah responded with a slight smile, although the red-haired man in the royal family of Sifah seemed to stand like a flock of cranes.

“Flaming Nicholas, the swordsman of the Sifah royal family, the realm of the elements, is also above Dejar and the Silver Knight,” Brando's gaze shifted to the other, “the old man in the purple robe, the mentor of the king's eldest son, the 'curiosity' Gallock, the great master of Cruz, and his strength differed from that of Leewoods. ”

“The old man next to Count Vitokine, the Nigel of the Black Blade Legion, known as the ‘Unshakable Sword', although not a swordsman, also has the power to approach the elements of chemistry. He is generally regarded as an element manifestation. ”

“Vitokin was his servant when he was young, and Vitokin himself had the strength of gold. ”

Brando glanced around and found that Marquis Barta, the commander of the White Lion Corps, and Admiral Janilassou could not help but frown slightly. But even so, the scene is elite.

Almost all the powerful in the land of the Eruin elements, including the Commander of the Highland Knights, are gathered here, beneath gold, like cow hair. The power of a nation is undoubtedly demonstrated here.

And I'm afraid no one here can imagine what the Cruz Empire is like except Brando.

“Do you know each other?” Side by side, Dilfrey asked curiously.

“Just one side.” Brando replied.

As they answered, everyone walked into the temple, and it was still the Roxbury Palace ——

This historic and present place is destined to leave an inky spot; Brando couldn't help but look up slightly before walking into this magnificent palace, built in 277 in the first century, with his neighbor Dilfrey.

Above the arch beam, the King of Fire expelled the Minors from the final battle mural painting of the bright colour, that famous sword, the glorious glare, is only the heroic will to sweep away all darkness, but only their descendants, is there such a spirit?

I'm afraid not.

The crow bird in the main hall is silent...

The temple was anomalous, and Bishop Meros first pushed in, looking around, silent. Two high-ranking clerics followed him around to the center of the hall, all of them in one stroke:

Something big is happening!

Brando raised his head and squinted his eyes, but saw that Alex had no expression on his face. Grand Duke Sifah looked at his niece directly opposite him with a smile.

Griffin was bland on the face of the princess, and the royal party was all around him.

There has been a clear centrifugation between the two.

Merloth stopped slightly, and his gloomy face did not see a hint of joy. He raised his head slowly, “Martha will surely be glad that her people have a heart of longing and pursuit of peace; for neither the Cruz nor the Eruin, at least to prove that the Queen of Fire is still righteous -”

“However," he turned and his divine colour cooled: "Ambethel is now overshadowed by darkness, and the temple is incompetent, until Xiao Xiao's life flourishes! ”

“Before I went here, I was informed - that some of you here were colluding with sheep leaders. But I do not want to believe that Eruin's glorious nobility has fallen to this point, and I hope someone will come forward and prove their innocence before the meeting begins! ”

Lord Merros' offering came out with one word, and four were silent.

There was a loud and humming discussion in the lobby. Everyone looked curiously around, as if to find the mole hiding among the nobles.

Only Brando looked coldly at Grand Duke Sifah, Youxi and Vitokin on the north side with their faces, a look of pride, only Anlek was faint, a party unrelated to me and hung high.

The north is already a piece of iron.

Brando turned around and found that the first green knights in the south were still standing still as if watching them change.

Only Makaro looked disgraceful among the people, and Leewoods looked like water. “Despicable!” Brando heard the Countess curse slightly.

“Mr. Makaro, you know who I'm talking about. ”

Merloth's eyes suddenly turned to the Royal Party.

“Ah!" Some of the crowd sounded surprised as if they had just anticipated something.

“Nonsense.” Makaro froze. He frowned dark and the temple started a little earlier than expected, which made him feel a little passive.

But is the other party ready for war?

The Black Blade Legion has not advanced on the Grey Mountain line to date, with only one pioneer force arriving in Ambesseur. What exactly makes each other so bullied?

“I also know this is ridiculous, but since it is ridiculous, I hope that Mr. Macaro can break this lie down here and give us the truth. ”

“We must know that Eruin nobility cannot be stigmatized. ”

Meros returned quietly.

“Well, it's unnecessary, but it's just a show of hands," Macaro replied coldly, "but before I testify, I dare ask, what proof is there if the High Priest says so? ”

“Nature.”

“To be precise, I have not evidence, but witnesses.” Meros added.

It was so loud.

Brando was also slightly frowned upon - a traitor in the King's Party! He immediately thought.

Indeed, Makaro and others immediately turned back in shock and anger, and the Royal Party fought the old aristocracy for many years, but there had never been a traitor inside.

It's not just Makaro.

Everyone here is somewhat surprised that the royal party is almost exclusively a temporal masterpiece, and even rumours are circulating that 'there are only the war-dead royal parties, no surrendering royal parties’. Everyone can't help but look at the southernmost royal party.

But they've just seen it, and there's someone behind Merloth.

It was him.

Brando was surprised and sudden.

“Viscount Begnin!” Half-Pokémon Girl stood up and looked at the young man in front of her with an almost unknown gaze. Her face was still calm, but her gripping, trembling fists had made all the difference.

“Where's my brother? ”

Her Royal Highness took a deep breath, almost biting her teeth to ask.

But Begnin just glanced at him and ignored the gloomy Makaro. He raised his head and faced everyone:

“As the world knows, I admired Her Royal Highness and even betrayed my family. But even so, I cannot tolerate the royal party and the cults, much less the sinking of His Highness. ”

The words landed on the floor and the hall was silent for a moment. Everyone here at this moment has fully guessed what this is all about, but I can't help but be glad that I didn't mess with the Sifah family.

Too harsh.

Brando smashed his mouth and never mentioned that the Viscount had betrayed the King's party in the slightest. Instead, he added praise to his pursuit of loyalty to love. This man can really be intolerant.

He was surprised, but there was some unknown comfort in his heart; at least it would be better to let the King's party get stabbed in the back than to get stabbed in the back, wouldn't it?

But then came the big trouble. If he remembers correctly, the little prince took it away, and now it's trouble. And the bigger trouble is still behind us.

He suddenly saw Begnin turn to himself.

What's this guy doing?

“Mr. Count, this Mr. Brando around you is afraid he's not your staff, is he?” In Brando's lightning mouth, Viscount Begnin has coldly opened his mouth to Dilfrey.

“Ah…”

Delphirie was stunned, and she never thought she'd come to the battlefield. According to Brando, this time they should be responding to the Princess's departure from Ambethel, which is also the task of the Swordguard family.

Instead of facing these messy questions...

Begnin doesn't expect her to answer, it's enough to show her this amazing look. He continues to ask aggressively: "Mr. Brando, the earliest news I have here is that you come from Butch, claiming to be a highland knight. And then you rebelled in Tonigal, killing the local lords, rallying around. ”

“And the other truth is, your true identity is sheep and sheep, and you are bound to be one with all things. And now we are conspiring with the King's Party to plot the kingdom's authority. ”

The Viscount lifted his chin slightly: "True or false, you don't have to answer. All we need to do is ask the noble knights and gentlemen from Karasu if you are the descendant of that so-called highland knight, where your nobility came from, and the truth will be revealed. ”

Brando frowned.

The other party is prepared to come...

Though he is not afraid to be torn apart, the identity of the rebel party will be honest after today. But he couldn't help looking back at the real knights from the mountains and the plateau.

When a pirated version is encountered for more than a year, it is inevitable that the original version is still in mind.

Begnin smiled confidently and turned his head to the direction of the Commander of the Knights of the Highlands and asked: "Dear Commander, I hear that you have always made a promise to adhere to the Knights' Creed. We believe that you will never lie, so it is up to you to tell the truth. ”

I have to say that Begnin speaks well, and the Commander of the Highland Knights smiles slightly. He is indeed an old-fashioned knight. The Knights of the Highlands were handed down by his family, and the spirit of the Knights had almost penetrated his bones.

The commander raised his head —— far from being just an ordinary middle-aged man, but Brando happened to know this man named Bride Norbert, who couldn't help but look at him.

The title of Knight of Steel was not given in plain white.

This seemingly well-spoken uncle, in Karasu's fame in the middle of the day, in history, and now in his hands, was killed by Admiral Madara, which was calculated in double digits.

And it's precisely because of him that Madara didn't get much advantage in Karasu during the first Black Rose War.

The old man smiled slightly at Brando, but his eyes shifted behind him:

“Charles, is that you?” He asked seriously.

Wow...

There was a noise in the lobby.

……

(PS: Where is the truth...?) (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.)