The Amber Sword

As soon as the dragon left, Brando was finally free. He hurried to create a water polo to disgrace himself, and the cold temperatures finally calmed down the accelerated flow of blood, which washed out a coat.

As soon as I went out, I saw Antitina in the courtyard, who was sitting in a stone chair reading a geographic book, but obviously not in the book.

“The princess seems angry.” Miss Clerk greeted Brando as she walked out, dropped the book roll and asked worryingly. “Nothing,” Brando sighed. "Where's Aloz? ”

“Lord, is that the dragon lady? I didn't see her. She left? ”

“No, forget it.” Brando turns around and goes after him. “Wait," the lady bureaucrat stood up and grabbed him, seeing her lord turning back in confusion, she cautioned carefully: "Get dressed, lord. ”

In Brando's habit, there was nothing about wearing an instrument, and he ran out with a coat on. Antitina looked at his unclean clothes, blushed, and stretched out her hand to give him a full collar.

Brando had no business in Tonigal, and if he hadn't shown his temperament, he would have been suspicious of his aristocracy. But civilians will not be as versatile as they are. In fact, Flo helps him with his routine on weekdays - the big businesswoman herself is confused, not to mention the responsibilities of the lord's fiancée - which is why the sisters of the Wild Elves are called ‘Lord's Lady Maid' by the mercenary drama.

But if Flo is the head maid, then Antitina's role is more like that of a housekeeper. When she helped Brandolier get her clothes into the corner, she gently dusted off the black velvet, slightly annoyed: “When will the Lord notice his majesty? ”

This stuff, Brando never thought it was born, and he didn't care. It was not the first time that Antitina had helped him with his outfit. To be honest, he could not see the difference between what had been done and what had been done before, but thought it was purely more than that. But he didn't refuse, he just asked:

“Antina, how long have I been in a coma? ”

“We have been in Ambethel for half a month, Lord.” The clerk lady helped him fasten the button on his chest, looked around and nodded to his satisfaction.

“So long!” Brando freaked out. He thought he'd only been in a coma for two or three days. “What happened after I passed out that day? What about Grand Duke Sifah and his claw teeth? ”

“The Grand Duke is dead. ”

“Ha!?” The news was completely overwhelming, and Brando never dreamed that one of the most important figures in Eruin's history was dead.

He beamed and asked, "Antina, what exactly happened that day after I was in a coma? Tell me more about the battle. ”

……

The endless devil seemed to come from the darkness. It's like being caught up in a nightmare where you can't wake up without the edge. Heavy rain pours, lightning crosses the rain line and outlines a shiny silver chain between the heavens and the earth.

Princess Griffin's pale face...

“Mr. Stephen… cough… Your Royal Highness is at your disposal. ”

“Mr. Reid, I promise you, in the name of the Knight. ”

“No, Sir Reid! I command you not to do this. I'm staying here!” In that nightmare, she screamed. But the serious old knight grabbed her shoulder and threw her out. She soared over the demon's head, gradually distancing her final vision, and the lion of that kingdom looked up in the rain to the north.

That snow-covered plateau moss is the White Lion's honor.

It's a battlefield for countless white lions, sleeping for generations of souls. Perhaps every knight will eventually return home, but only the white lion will always guard the land.

This is the legend of the ancients who swore by their swords and followed their oaths.

The kingdom's male lion armor was covered with scars, but the rain quickly washed away the blood stains from it. Princess Griffin was already in tears, and Templar Knight Stephen grabbed her hand and took her out of the Devil's Army to kill a bloody path.

“Why don't you let me die there, where my people are!” She remembers herself shouting as if she had lost her mind.

But Stephen looked back and looked at her. “I am not Eruin, Your Highness. But if everyone sleeps on this battlefield for a long time, your kingdom will one day repeat such mistakes. ”

“Please cherish your life, you do not live for yourself. ”

Yeah, it is.

Princess Griffin quickly walked out of the temple, snapping a few steps and slowing down again. Suddenly he stopped, standing on a marble staircase like snow, sighing in the shadows. Yeah, I don't know what kind of temper I'm having, even losing my weekday's calm and cultivation.

“Your Highness, watch your step.” The woman who caught up with him caught up with a grunt reminder. “Timmy, let's wait here for the Count to come out.” Princess Griffin sighed and replied back.

“What's the matter? ”

The princess did not answer. Temple Square is slightly dazzling with a white reflection of light. She squeezed her beautiful eyes, like a silver thread. The woman soon discovered that her princess appeared to be out of godliness.

This is rare for this princess.

Griffin is indeed out of God. Her gaze crossed the distant sky, as if under the same blue sky, and returned to the battlefield of that day. Knives and swords, iron and blood are interwoven in a heavy poem.

Perhaps dying on the battlefield at the time was a relief. Yet those who survive bear a heavier burden, even inheriting the grief of the dead.

But the living do not have the right to choose. She's got lips on her lips —— too many people have died.

The last Legion Leader of the White Lion Legion, the lion of the kingdom, the Highlander's sword Led, died. In a civil war-induced war.

Grand Duke Sifah is also dead, the one she once bited and hated. He was the manipulator of the first Titan, who died at the merchant lady's hands, with no remains. When she heard the news, she thought she would be happy, but she lost her sense of excitement.

The Marquis of Balta, the Marquis of Yuxi, the Earl of Vitokin, the Great Sword of the Anelites, Haudjar, the chief sorcerer of the kingdom, Leewoods, whatever their power was, died of the Eruins.

There are even many cadets at Knights College who can't even leave their names behind - no one knows what stories may be hidden behind an anonymous body on the battlefield, no one knows how sad his closest friends are behind it.

It was only when she held Beth's body and cried and lost her voice that she felt that cold tingle.

Enough already.

This civil war has come to an end.

The aristocracy of the North, however, remains stubborn, losing the peace of mind of the Sifah family and even becoming more volatile in the future. The whereabouts of Grand Duke Anrek are unknown, but they will not be captured without restraint. To obscure Count De Nell's attitude, there are two Grand Dukes who may be able to share in the current situation after waiting for the unrest.

It appears that after the war, Eruin emerged as if he had been born, but in fact he had reached the edge of the cliff. Princess Griffin suddenly and helplessly discovered that perhaps the situation was better.

At least the kingdom will not be in danger of fragmentation.

She doesn't even know how she's been here for half a month, and the Silver Pokémon army is stationed in Ambesseur. The Dragons' Hershey deterred all forces from moving. The arrival of Tulaman further clarified the situation in Ambesseur, but she understood that all this seemed to be connected by terms that were irrelevant to each other because of that person.

The man with the title of ‘miracle'.

She suddenly discovered that the fate of Eruin was in the hands of a man. But this man is neither her nor her brother.

……

“You mean Grand Duke Sifah was beaten to death by Roman? Well, you deserve it.” Brando's heart hurts, and the future of Eruin's demise is half to blame on this guy. It would be understandable if he was doing it for his own power. But I didn't expect this guy to be a cult.

When Brando thought of the tragic fate of His Highness the future princess and the goddess of martial arts, he was angry just because of the insane plan of a cult organization.

But he soon became silent, and what really worried him was Antina's physical condition. In his earlier conversation, he asked carefully about the ‘death and resurrection' of the lady staff on the battlefield, but it was unclear what was going on, including Antina herself.

He began to suspect that it was because of that demonic object he had gained on the battlefield, but that was ruled out shortly after Antina took it out. Although it was not clear at the moment what it was, Brando could see at a glance that it seemed sealed and could not have helped at all.

And Antina herself proved herself incapable of self-healing, first of all her blood was the red of a normal person, proving that there was no gold or silver. Secondly, her wound healing time was normal.

But Brando was disturbed by this. He does know that some special abilities can have a resurrection effect, but none of them are reassuring. Some even come at the expense of life.

Brando, however, did not share this information with his own bureaucratic lady. It was also a good faith lie, and he decided to investigate it himself.

“Own it?” Antitina heard Brando and raised her head.

“It means to make yourself comfortable.” Brando explained. Lady Clerk glanced hard at him: "Lord, don't invent strange words all the time, people will laugh. I know so much, but I always like to use slang words. ”

“Only civilians would say that. ”

“I didn't invent this.” Brando couldn't help laughing. It's been over a year since I've dreamed of crossing the world, but some verbal words are hard to change. Especially idioms with historical backgrounds, apart from a small part overlapping with Jiufeng's settings, most of them will be used as slogans by the hillbillies.

But there is no way. In a short period of time, people can quickly adapt to the environment, but they cannot change deep-rooted habits. He lived in this world for a year, spent seventeen years in the game, and lived in another world for thirty years.

However, when Grand Duke Sifah died, a famous family in History fell into a state of disintegration. Without the constraints of this powerful force in the North, the nobles have become ambitious * * come. No wonder Her Royal Highness came to him in such a hurry.

Nor did he expect such a famous figure in history to die. And Marquis Youxi, Count Vitokin, and even the Marquis of Balta and Master Leewoods, who died in a raid by another demon king, saved the Royal First Fleet Flagship Victory One.

Enlock, one of Eruin's three jets, also died, and Brando remembered the young man who was laughing like Cagris and sighed in his heart. He was determined to protect them, the future of this kingdom.

“The guy from Begnin sent the little prince back," Brando replied, biting his teeth. “Did he think he'd be forgiven for that? ”

“No, in fact, Prince Haruze was not sent back.” Antitina helped him with the buttons on his sleeves and finally took a step back, relieving himself: “Okay, Lord. ”

“Thank you, Antina.” Brando asked, “What's going on? ”

“I heard it sounded like a Medusa sent it back. I don't know exactly what's going on. Perhaps you could ask Her Royal Highness.” Seeing Brando still wants to talk, Miss Staff interrupted him quickly: “Well, don't keep Her Royal Highness waiting too long, Lord - you are now the Count of the Kingdom. ”

“What, Count? Where is my enclosure?” Brando had a slight glimpse, which was entirely unexpected. He was not concerned about it and suddenly heard it before asking.

“Count Toniguer, Lord. ”

“Isn't that still the same?” Brando gets a tan.

Then he stared hard.

……

Brando had just stepped out of the temple - the reconstruction of the Grand Temple of Anderfleur was actually only a little over half complete, and as he passed through many corridors he saw collapsed walls and wooded scaffolding, which were Charles's masterpieces, of course Brando would never admit - and then he saw the princess waiting outside.

“Her Royal Highness. ”

Princess Griffin turned around and nodded to see his costume satisfied. “How is the Count? ”

“Fortunately… Your Highness…” Brando was interrupted by Princess Griffin before he finished his speech: "Mr. Brando, the aristocrats of the North intend to take my brother to the throne. What do you think of the Temple of Fire, which also intends to facilitate peace talks with the North? ”

Brando, isn't that a good thing? But he immediately responded, “Are they conditional? ”

“No, they are unconditional, just hoping that we promise the Kingdom the status quo.” Princess Griffin replied quietly. Brando silenced down, and the kingdom maintained the status quo? What's the status? This state of immortality?

This is unacceptable to him and the princess.

The aristocrats of the North are still trying to maintain the semi-independence status quo since Anin VII, and Brando just thinks these guys are really daydreaming.

"What if we don't agree?" he asked coldly. Aren't they about to start a rebellion? Will the Temple of Fire support these men behind their backs? ”

Her Royal Highness shook her head: "I'm afraid not, but even then, it's unacceptable. The North is under threat of war... Led... the old Legion leader has entrusted the White Lions to you. You should know that, right? ”

“What!” Brando almost jumped: “Did he give me the White Lions? Will the others agree? ”

He suddenly stopped talking. The Marquis of Balta is dead, and Reid is dead on the battlefield, and if this is really the legacy of the lion, maybe the White Lion Regiment will really fall into his hands.

That's good news.

But it's not exactly...

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