The Amber Sword

The businesswoman held her knees and squatted in the ruins. She occasionally stretched out her swan-like slender neck to see what was going on out there, her brown eyes spinning and spinning until there was no soldier outside before she stood up happy patting the dust on her dress.

“Hi -” she asked after a long breath, "White sister, this is the temple, but I don't think I see Brando! ”

Called the ‘White Sister' is a feminine Qi Ling, whose upper body is a beautiful and charming feminine image with a pair of elf-like pointed, elongated ears, but whose lower body is as transparent as a spinning dust and airflow.

This female image is called Qi Ling in the literature of witchcraft recorded on red sheepskin in ancient times. Although the King of Witches can sign all Qi Ling, she is particularly fond of ‘white fog’ after the north wind, which is the holder of knowledge on the glacier. The Ice Queen leaves it to Roman in the hope of borrowing her wisdom and experience.

‘White fog' is a beautiful and attractive woman, but with a pair of untouched dead fish eyes, she glanced at Roman and answered with impatience: "Destiny was before you and behind you, and mortal can grasp its direction, but cannot see its shape. ”

“I just thought Brando should be over there. Is the divination really accurate, white sister?” The businesswoman couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Divination is asking oneself, letters are there, and disbelief is none. ”

Roman twisted her head and didn't know if she understood. She walked confidently in some direction. He walked no more than two steps, stopped again, backed off two steps and picked up a nail hammer from the ruins.

This is the sacred instrument used by the clergy in the festival to remove evil. The silver nail hammer handle is floated with a delicate pattern, and a holy flare is injected into the hammer. Usually clergy take care to release it gently. But the businesswoman didn't seem to have that idea and dumped herself - very smoothly, she nodded satisfied with the location.

“You want to protect yourself with this thing? Wisdom and knowledge are more effective.” White fog shook his head and disagreed.

“Well, I used to have a hammer in Butch. But then Brando lost it.” Roman couldn't think of a hammer that was finally picked up by some bone skeleton, so he planted it on Brando's head first. How could a big businessman lose everything? It's Brando's fault!

Brando somehow sneezed.

The two men passed through the ruins of the Grand Temple of Andefuler and were walking to a place, and suddenly a 'blah’ crackle of rubble rolled down from the slanted wall on one side and then drilled a man from below. The man was wearing a noble dress with a long sword at his waist, except his hair and clothes were filled with white lime powder, and he looked gray-headed and dirty.

Viscount Begnin blinked his eyes before adjusting to the sun outside. When he left the secret passage, he did not expect the earth to suddenly crack and the magma gushed out from all sides. His entourage with him buried the sea of fire at the time, and he was lucky enough to escape a heist by relying on his family's talisman, and then little by little found his way out through the secret passages beneath the Temple in his memory.

When he pulled off the stone wall, he saw a raw man standing not far from himself, staring at himself with his hands behind his back. Begnin has an amazing personality and memory, and although he saw Roman only once around Magdalene, he recognized him instantly.

“Miss Roman? ”

“Ah," Roman whispered: “How do you know me? ”

“It's me, Viscount Begnin, Miss Roman. Do you remember me? I was with the princess before we met.” Begnin couldn't help but be delighted to see each other so cheated. He did not yet know what was happening outside the temple, but also guessed that the two sides were at war and that the girl was obviously someone very close to Brando, and that if she could be held in her hands, the Princess's side would do less.

“Oh,” Romansha nodded, “I know, now that you recognize me, there's no way! ”

“Ah?” Viscount Begnin leaned slightly. What happened to this process of dialogue? “Wait, I'm the princess...”

He never dreamed that the other party would do it without saying so, not to mention that Roman hid the killer behind his back. By the time he reacted, the businesswoman had raised a nail head hammer and hit him in the head with an arrow.

Viscount Begnin himself was also the strength of the Black Iron Peak. He had been struck by an ordinary man for the most part, that is to say, it was painful. However, it was unexpected that the nail hammer picked up by the businessman's sister was also a sacrificial item, and when the hammer hit his head, it burst into a golden light.

Our poor Lord Viscount suddenly passed out with a scream.

“Obviously a grown man has to disguise himself as a princess, not like that.” Roman hummed twice, learning Brando's idioms and sarcastic words. The fog looked at her silently.

“But this guy seems to be good. I'm afraid you couldn't beat him to death. He'll wake up soon. You better find something to tie him up.” But Keeling is not of any kind, and her duty is only to ensure the personal safety of her covenant, not to teach her what is right and wrong.

Roman happily agreed that he was busy flipping a white silk rope out of his bag and tying the Viscount of Begnin with five flowers, which he was not satisfied with, and took out a purple silk rope to paint the gourd as usual. The white mist next to her sighed, and the two ropes also had a great start. One was the 'Silk of Ole Mice’, which the Ice Queen left her to connect the realm with the land of the dead. A man could enter the realm of the dead by walking along the rope. The other was also the legacy of the witch, 'Tevo's hair’. Tevo was the king of Titans of Warnd. Legend has it that he was infinitely powerful, even his hair had all the power to pull it up. This hair also had the power of amplification. But Roman used them to kidnap people, inevitably a little violent object.

But also absolutely sturdy, Viscount Begnin, as White Mist said, woke up only a short while later, his strength on the Black Iron Peak was still far more than normal. However, he immediately found himself tied up. The rope did not know what material it was made of. It did not look any different from ordinary filament rope. He could struggle for a moment, but it did not move.

“What does that mean, Miss Roman?” Begnin raised his head and asked with impatience. His powdered white face was red on his forehead, and a few drops of blood seeped out, like a plum petal in the snow, not to mention how pathetic it was.

“Capture the prisoner.” Roman replied naturally.

“But I'm on the princess's side, Miss Roman, and I'm a friend of Mr. Brando's, and Her Royal Highness and Mr. Brando are trapped in the temple of flames, framed together with the aristocrats of the North, who are in danger, and we have to help them quickly!” Begnin couldn't help but scream and scream. His face was so desperate and sincere that he was born with a face that was lovely to women, and so desperately looked like that.

Roman lifted his little eyebrow and asked, "You said Brando was in danger, who were you? ”

“I'm Viscount Begnin, Miss Roman. Don't you remember?” Begnin sighed, and now he's going mad, but unfortunately I'm a fish for a knife and I can't stand it.

“Oh, I remember! You're the Viscount Begnin!” The businessman's young lady looked like a sudden little girl, while raising the nail hammer and banging it on each other's head.

“Ah--! ”

The holy bomb had been depleted before, so Begnin was not knocked out this time, but he couldn't help but cry directly, “What the fuck is going on? What did I say wrong?” His brain was buzzing, listening as if he heard 10,000 people talking in his ear.

“This guy doesn't care about you. He's cheating on you, but how did you find out about this? ”

“Oh, I didn't find it,” Roman replied naturally, "I hate that Viscount Begnin the most. He must be more handsome than Brando, he must be a bad guy. ”

“I…” Viscount Begnin's heart is dripping blood, what logic is that? For the first time, he felt that his intellect was totally useless, because the other person had no reason at all...

White fog, though also a little speechless, could not be so shallow with her wisdom, she nodded, “Your instincts are so acute that perhaps this is why she chose you to inherit this inheritance. The witch needs to open the fog to see through the lines of destiny, with the eyes of her heart far more than the eyes of the world. ”

“What are we going to do with him?” Miss Merchant was a little proud of herself for a while.

“He tried to trick you. He must have made a plan. Ask him what he had planned. People can lie, but they can't hide their desires.” White fog answered.

Viscount Begnin's face suddenly grew white, the conversation did not hide him, he also heard, the businesswoman in front of her appeared to be deceitful, but she was surrounded by a presence of real wisdom.

People like him are smart and like to solve problems with their minds instead of violence. Begnin never looked down on those savage soldiers, but when the dilemma really fell on him, he couldn't help but tremble a little.

“Why are you lying to me?” Roman crouched down beside him and looked at the Viscount and asked.

“I... I'm not lying to you, Miss Roman, I'm telling the truth.” Viscount Begnin bites his teeth, knowing that it is impossible to succeed, but everyone needs a hint of luck.

“Tell the truth. ”

“Everything I said…” Begnin discovered as soon as he opened his mouth that it was wrong, as if his mouth had not heeded his call, revealing its intentions intermittently.

The spell was true, and he looked at Roman with horror —— knowing earlier that he was a witch, he must have turned around and left the moment he saw him.

Too bad it's late.

“It turns out to be a bad guy," Roman hears Begnin trying to trick her into blackmailing Brando, and he can't help but lift a nail hammer and hit Begnin in the head screaming, tears and snot, “what did you just say about Brando being the Earl? ”

Begnin was torn apart, but his mouth was still very honest, and he snapped his nose and answered with tears: “Miss Roman... whoops... Marquis Yuxi told us that Mr. Brando could be the true Earl of Swallow, and everyone thought he was a highland knight or just a Tonigal bandit; however, according to the information I received, neither was likely, Mr. Brando was not a highland knight at all after his first appearance in our view in Riedenburg, but every move was made by noblemen... it was impossible to pretend, but there was no such person in the aristocratic circle I knew...”

“So we think he may be an unnamed descendant of an aristocrat in the kingdom, or an alias. Now it seems that Marquis Yuxi's judgment may be correct...”

“So, white sister, what do you think? ”

“This man wants to murder that man, and you want to help that man, conspiring like a chain, you might want to ask him about the scariest link in his heart.” The white mist looked with no expression at Lord Viscount, who was paralyzed on the ground.

Begnin's face was suddenly filled with fear, fear and unwillingness.

“I…”

“Oh, to satisfy Roman's curiosity? ”

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(PS: 3000 words today, take a break and prepare for the month-end outbreak. Tomorrow is a big adventure for Little Roman and White Mist!) (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.)