The Amber Sword

A snowy battle horse with a messenger passing electrically through the reconstructing port of Ambesseur, near the war monument being built on the square of St. White, caused a lot of unrest.

A pigeon took off in the square, and the scaffolding workers couldn't help but look back. The monk, dressed in a robe beside the fountain, stopped to watch, and the messenger's embroidered crescent crescent ribbon glistened slightly in the sun.

The royal messenger.

This is the first time in half a month.

Something big happened, and everyone had doubts about the clouds. But only those who truly know what happened:

That man is awake.

The disturbances that have plagued the entire port for half a month have finally come to an end.

……

“Really?” Her Royal Highness was also turning back in conversation with the female officer, who looked at the servant of the summons and revealed an irrepressible surprise in her beautiful silver eyes, "You wait, I'm going to see him. ”

“Your Highness, tidy up your face first.” The woman on the side immediately warned.

“No need.” Griffin hastily walked out with his skirt, “Timmy, help me prepare the carriage. ”

As if in the dark, Brando held himself to a long dream. Everything in the dream was real and vague. He remembered the sawmill where he practiced swords when he was a kid, but there were many people in the sawmill who knew and didn't know each other. Grandfather taught him swordsmanship in the eyes of everyone.

Soon there will be a high-rise scene, a river of automobiles, the schoolsister wearing a grey trench coat and a thick scarf. What to read in the bookstore on the other side of the pedestrian crossing. He tried so hard to call her by her name, but she never heard of it.

He rushed across the street, but the scene changed again.

Everything went down into darkness and turned into a quiet lake bank. A tower stands by the lake, reflecting a round of black moons in the water, dotted with starlight floating in the sky. This monstrous dream of land departure seems to be showing something.

Brando walked towards the tower with water involved, and he saw the wolf shadow in the forest walking through it, making it cold and chestnut.

Suddenly, however, the whole world was in turmoil again, as if the dream had been pulled away from his mind and the scenery had begun to collapse. The constraint light broke open the darkness, and then his eyelids moved a little so that the eye could feel the slight light outside through the capillaries under his skin.

The five senses of silence for a long time seemed to have returned to work, and he first heard the roaring birds, which seemed to be a delightful morning. But he lay in a warm bed and thought for a moment, remembering what had happened before, and his memories converged in his mind like pieces of pieces, forming a complete line.

He opened his eyes for a moment.

The light behind the silk curtains made him squeeze again immediately.

Then he saw Roman snoring and sleeping. The businesswoman lay half her body on him, her little face resting on his chest, her mouth open, her saliva hanging a silver wire on the quilt.

Seeing this scene, Brando finally calmed down. But what is this place? What was the outcome of the fight? Where's the princess?

Soon he found himself lying on a soft queen bed, like a piece of art, with columns filled with gold foil supporting a luxurious almost unimaginable vault, with countless light veils hanging from all around him. This kind of scene immediately connects him to the word 'palace’ in his mind.

He looked up and immediately saw his Antina looking nervously at him. The mistress was embarrassed. In her view, the fiancée of the lord was a little less elegant, but she could not convince Roman to leave Brando, and the businesswoman held Brando tight, as if holding a treasure.

She only sighed: "Lord… you are finally awake.” And the second half didn't say anything, but Brando had seen happiness and joy in her eyes.

He knew exactly why Antina sighed and could only accept the behaviour of the businesswoman. He nodded gently at Antitina and looked behind her and saw Metissa - a handsome, clean elf warrior with two silver-colored chains beside her.

The Silver Elf did come, Brando thought.

“Lord. ”

“Lord. ”

“Lord!” As soon as Metisa spoke, everyone followed suit. Medfis looked like he was about to cry, and Charles and Cagris gave him a thumbs up, if not a hard glance by Andrig beside him. Finally, Brando saw Cee on the couch behind everyone.

The seemingly introverted girl just looked at him from afar and relieved herself.

“How was the battle? Where's the princess?” Although we're all here, it looks like the results are clear. But Brando didn't feel comfortable asking.

An old but bright voice replaces Antitina: “Because of the noble behaviour of a brave young man, Ambethel - no, the whole of Eruin has been preserved. Don't worry, buddy. ”

This unexpected sound turned Brando back. He just found a silver-haired silver eyebrow sitting by the window, dressed in a white robe, a gentle old man, not exactly Tullaman, the owner of the Silver Fort. Who else?

“Master Turaman, you're here too.” Brando was really surprised this time. The Silver Elf came at his request, but Tullaman was an unexpected guest.

But he's already figured out where he came from.

True, Turaman smiled and replied, “At the invitation of an old friend, no matter what demons appear here, I should come back. Wood thing, it seems I have to apologize to you, forget that that guy is so stubborn. ”

Brando implicitly did not blame Wood, but wondered why the nobles were not so stubborn. If there was any room for a little turnaround, and not so much for the day, it would be countless lives and blood to pay for this indifference.

Tulaman went on to say, "As you know, the High Priest himself regrets it very much, in fact he has relinquished all his duties as High Priest and Temple and is willing to spend the rest of his life atoning for it. ”

“Oh?”

Brando, that's a slight glimpse, and Wood did it to maximize the honor of the Temple of Fire. People like them don't usually take their vows at will, and once they do, they don't change easily.

Wood broke his own path and gave up his chance to advance to the core of the Temple. That threshold was only one step away from him.

Though I think the old man did a little bit of this, Brando regained a little respect for the high priest. If a person had such principles and aspirations, at least he would not be a shameless man.

Everything that preceded could only be attributed to their different pursuits. Brando sighed and asked: "… So the High Priest is going to stay in Eruin? ”

Tulaman glanced at him with praise.

“My old friend was going to hide in Eruin, be a regional cleric, to see if he could contribute a little to the reconstruction of Ambethel. But the temple gave him another job. ”

“Hmm?” Brando heard the word "temple" and raised his ears sharply.

“Lord, the Temple of Fire has allowed Lord Wood to act as a liaison between the princess and the northern nobility, and Lord Wood has accepted.” Antitina replied.

“Liaison? ”

Brando had a slight flash in his heart, which was interesting, and he hadn't heard of the temple yet. But, Temple of Fire, what are you up to, trying to get Wood to make it up to you, or something else?

To be honest, reconciliation with the Temple through this event is, of course, the best option. After all, the Temple of Fire is a huge thing, and even if it is inevitable to clash with the Cruz Empire in the future, Brando at least doesn't want it to be now.

Yet now it seems that the temple is still immortal.

He frowned: "So the temple still wants to mediate between North and South?” Cruz's rigidity was unexpected, and he thought the other side should have learned a lesson.

“Little friend, otherwise what are you going to do? Deport the aristocracy of the North, or kill them all?” Turaman looked at Brando with wisdom.

Turaman woke Brando up with a single word, and suddenly he reacted, as if he thought too easily of the problem. Indeed, it is impossible for him to kill all the nobles or expel them, no matter how bad their reputation may be, but at least he does not want Eru to be torn apart by it immediately.

His eyebrows locked deep.

Moreover, there were many talented members of the nobility, and he had to admit that, due to differences in educational attainment, there was a much greater chance of talent being generated in the nobility than among the civilian population. Of course, he can find ways to give civilians the right to education, but this is not a one-night event, and the kingdom cannot remain ungoverned for one day.

Her Royal Highness has actually begun to do the same thing, but it will take at least a generation to achieve results. Until then, he did need nobility to help build the future of Eruin.

But the crux of the problem is that the nobles are mostly evil to their own interests, and there are too few people like Count Ike and Count Odin.

“Nor can they be spared, let alone the infiltration of cults among these nobles, nor may the Temple of Fire itself be reassured.” Brando thought about it and decided to start with something simple.

“But they didn't believe you either," Tulaman replied slowly, "Besides, you have to believe that man will not make the same mistake over and over again. My old friend is also a wise man. Otherwise, do you think he will blindly obey the orders of the Temple? ”

Brando thought that Wood, as the doer of the temple, did not seem to be a blind believer either. He hesitated for a moment and asked: "Is he going to stay and help Eruin? Is there anything he can do? What's his purpose? ”

“Well, you seem to know my old friend very well.” Tulaman raised his eyebrows in surprise: “The reason is simple, I can see my old friend looks after you, otherwise he wouldn't have invited me here. ”

“Lord Wood priests him...” Brando heard an incredible message from Tulaman's vocabulary. Wood finally made peace with him, and suddenly he realized that Wood must have realized some of the flames of the Temple of Fire from this catastrophe.

Is this guy trying to change the way the Temple of Fire works?

He shook his head and threw this terrible thought out of his mind: "So what is he going to do with the aristocrats of the North? ”

“I don't know about that either, but when you see that guy, you'll see.” Wood replied.

“Who?”

“You'll see,” said the Fortress Master of Silver Castle, smiling mysteriously: "Tell me about your physical condition, I'm curious to be able to survive a wound like yours. The Silver People are afraid that they will not be able to do so. ”

“This…”

Brando slightly flashed.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to face Titan that day. Life, to say the least, was down to thousands —— negative, of course. It can be said that even ten clerics who surrounded him after his coma would not have had time to bring his life back to a positive figure.

Because, after all, it was the most gifted of all, but only for half an hour.

And now he's alive, and his body doesn't seem to be in any discomfort. Tulaman asked him how he survived, and to be honest, it was a mystery to him.

He suddenly thought of a possibility.

“Thank you for saving me, Master Turaman. ”

And Tulaman laughed, “I didn't save you, you have to thank the lady. ”

“Hmm?” Brando stunned and immediately heard a grunt of dissatisfaction. “Humph!" he turned around, immediately facing the golden eyes.

There is a slight discontent in the golden eyes.

It's a crystal colour with a bright flame inside that looks heartwarming but full of confidence. These clear, transparent eyes belong to a teenager - her owner is, to say the least, a short, long curly hair dripping playfully on her shoulders.

She was still wearing the same leather suit as last time, but changed her eyes. I didn't even see the sword, but I had a book.

Brando saw the book called "Eruin's Cooking Collection," and it was dragon language, thanks to his comprehension.

If a normal person sees all this, they'll think it's a vibrant little girl who has a passion for cooking. But if that's what you think, it's a big mistake.

Because the little girl who stared so hard at Brando was actually a dragon.

And very angry, very dissatisfied little dragon.

There's a fire coming out of my mouth right now.

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(PS: I sorted out the idea and outline of the new volume yesterday, and today it's two chapters, but only one chapter. Tomorrow, if I can get two more chapters, I'll send two chapters. After all, it's a new plot. I'll leave some room. That's it.) (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.)