The Amber Sword

Waiter Edessa looked out of the terrace somewhat worried, washed like a shade, but seemed to hide some disturbing shadow in this increasingly heavy harbor under the clouds of a light veil. In her eyes, a brick red roof stretches far away, and a magnificent complex depicts some unique landscape in the Pasha Road area.

That is the flourishing, sophisticated, comforting taste of the nobility. But the traces of the storm are still there, and the breakage of branches in the courtyard that have not yet been cleaned seems to represent some bad omen.

“I asked people to clean them up, and the people down there were so disgusting.” Edsha sighed and said softly. But rather than talking to himself, he asked softly.

She stared at the back of the man on the terrace, a long dark brown hair flowing like a waterfall on a red cape with snow-white fur on the edge of the cape, dripping all the way to the floor.

“Edsha, no. Anyway, I couldn't notice. You know, you don't have to be so careful.” The man opens his mouth and his voice is as gentle as running water. He looked up as if he took a deep breath: “Hmm... do you feel that? This is the aftertaste of the storm, the only time the air is cleanest, as if the world were refreshed. ”

“But it's actually a mess outside this time of year, the branches of trees blown away by the wind, the tiles scraped off the roof," replied Adesa. "It's also a dangerous thing for ordinary people to go out on the streets at this time. ”

“Well, Edsha, if you don't say it, I don't know? Are you always like this, is this the world that you see as useless?” Men couldn't help laughing. Edsha sighed and was a little disturbed, but still replied: "My task is to tell me what I see, Your Highness. ”

The man smiled and did not answer.

She suddenly saw a group of doves flying in some direction, which should be the square on Newsock Avenue. The maid watched the birds fly, but not suddenly her heart rose to freedom; she turned around and looked at her master, some worried, and asked: "Your Highness, it has been many days. ”

“Don't worry.” The man replied. Edsha wasn't so sure when she heard his tone, but she knew her master's temper, so she stopped talking and buried her anxiety well.

It's been a habit for her.

The room went silent for a while, and Edsha quietly watched the pigeons fly away. She suddenly remembers hearing stories from the elderly when they were little, rumours of birds moving south through storms, fighting their fate day after day in the midst of storms and lightning falling in the sky, but really? She couldn't help but look at the back.

……

Outside the carriage, bustling shops make up a unique landscape line in the harbor. Although the atmosphere of war seemed to have just faded a little, the businessmen revitalized Ambethel.

Brando opens the carriage door and carefully lifts Antina off the carriage. This is a little embarrassing for the staff lady, who was supposed to be an accessory, and it should be her job.

Instead of turning Lord Lords back.

Next, Miss Merchant, Roman jumped from the carriage into Brando's arms. Then the businesswoman giggled, causing Brando to tear off her tender face.

“Ah!” Roman's little eyebrow stood up immediately.

Brando raised his head and looked at the carriage across the square. The curtain of the carriage was slightly lifted, and the half-jinx girl looked at them behind her and nodded slightly at him.

Although Her Royal Highness was anxious to find a way to calm the disturbances in the north as soon as possible, the time to meet Lord Wood ultimately dragged on to the next day -

The current Ambethel is full of power from all sides. Ultimately, however, the power of the princess prevailed, followed by the temple and the aristocracy of the north, whose rightful strength had to be temporarily hidden beneath the table after this well-known mistake.

And as the ultimate responsibility for the incident, Wood is now not really the number one person in Port Ambesseur of Fire - after he left the seat of the high priest, the temple has identified a new candidate, and the new high priest Gladys has no reputation in the temple, but Brando is familiar with this consistent neutralism; this is an old man, who later became the main principality of Ambrose, he has been calling on the temple to maintain impartiality and neutrality, and the temple sending this person to Ambessel can also see a change in the attitude of the Krutz towards the forces of the North and the South - the new high priest will not arrive in the port until at least mid-year, so Wood at the same time as some of the day-to-day affairs of the high priest.

Yesterday, when the princess took him to meet Wood, the acting archdeacon, she didn't expect the latter to make an appointment out of town to appease the parish. It was not until the morning of the following day that the invitation of the Lord of the Priesthood was sent to the hands of the two men.

This time Brando brought Antitina with him, but the businesswoman's noise had to be followed, because for some reason - mainly the way she behaved to everyone in the last war, and in a series of discussions about the ownership of Titan's wreckage - Lord Roman's key position as the actual manipulator - the name of the businesswoman was already known in this port, so it would not have been quite appalling for Brando to take her with him. Of course, the most important thing is that Brando understands that he can never beat a businesswoman who plays leper.

And Princess Griffin brought her own brother. The four-man carriage soon met in Central Square. At the invitation of Her Royal Highness, Brando switched carriages with the Lady of Staff, and the three crowded into the carriage of Her Royal Highness's Lily Flower and Crescent Crest. Brando saw the little Prince Haruze sitting next to the Princess at first sight.

Historically, Prince Haruze sat quietly next to his sister, as Brando did a few years later, still a quiet, weak teenager, or rather a child. His hands were on his knees somewhat impatiently, his head hanging, his soft hair on his forehead almost all dripping over the collar of his chest. If he wasn't wearing a white shirt with a royal crest and a lion's sword, it would be hard for you to believe at first sight that this would be Eluin's future king.

Griffin couldn't help but sigh when he saw his brother like this. In her view, Brando's future was bound to occupy an important place in the kingdom, and she would have wanted her brother to have a good relationship with the 'chief minister' of the kingdom first; in fact, she even hoped that Brando would have been a teacher of Haruze - something that was not a celestial nightmare, and that Brando's strength was now entirely qualified to take up that position, and if he still had the need to be modest, then all Eluyn, apart from such an old monster from the Middle Ages as Turaman, would not have been able to confess that he was qualified to teach His Royal Highness.

But Her Royal Highness is also aware that with the performance of her brother, it is difficult to get into the eyes of her ‘knight'. After all, the status of teachers and students is mutually reinforcing. It seemed to her that Brando did not need a royal student to reveal his identity, but would not be happy to teach a disfigured disciple to bruise his face.

Of course, some people may covet this position because they want to show the royal family the good, and Griffin is familiar with this example. That was part of the reason why Ovewell was willing to teach her swordsmanship, and Obergu VII's love for his daughter was well known.

But unfortunately not everyone is Sir Wolf, not everyone is Brando, Princess Griffin thought of it and sighed only in the shadows.

But what she didn't expect was that when she felt somewhat hopeless, Brando, sitting quietly, was very interested in the little prince. He sat next to the lady of the staff, Her Royal Highness did not open her mouth, and the businesswoman was curious to open the drawer on one side of the compartment and look for a little snack from it - it was obviously not the first time she had taken Princess Griffin's carriage, and in short, nobody had spoken in the compartment at all, and with this brief silence inside, Brando carefully measured the future king of Eluin across the street.

Honestly.

This is the first time he has seen the little prince in this world, and even if he had been added to the past, he and His Royal Highness would have been only a few. Although he had also been in contact with the upper circles of the kingdom during the last period of Eruin's uprising, he had never been acquainted with the prince.

Of course.

In nominal terms, Haruze should have been king of Eluin at that time.

Only for certain well-known reasons, such as Grand Duke Anlek's obstruction, I am afraid that the future King will not have a day of independence and autonomy. And in fact, he lacks that ability himself, and Prince Haruze, as Brando remembers it, is introverted, cowardly, almost the most deadly flaw of royalty - even nobility.

Lord of the famous Lowlands of Cruz, Hodland has a famous line in the game: "Nobility can be vicious, insidious, greedy, or even busy, but it must not be underhanded! ”

Prince Haruze happens to be one of them.

His nature is said to be closely related to the new Queen of Obergu VII, which is only a rumor, but the court struggle more or less fosters the cowardly and fearful character of His Royal Highness; Princess Griffin, though deeply loved by the old king, knows that the royal family has always been Sifah - a power dominated by the queen.

Historically, Prince Haruze did not wake up until his sister, Princess Griffin, was murdered. But it was too late, and then Madara invaded Eruin for the third time, and Eruin died.

After that, Brando left this sad place. Later there were rumours that Ike and Yura's daughter, Ira, had reorganized Eruin's resistance, and it was said that Prince Haruze did not die in the fire when the capital city was torn, but was rescued by the cross hand Buga, who later married Ira.

But these are rumours, and no one has ever seen them. Not to mention Brando in St. Osor.

But history did not make Brando despise His Royal Highness, but rather deepened his curiosity. An article he read online was introduced to His Royal Highness by an Eruin internet friend, who was said to be very brilliant in many ways, especially in learning magic and swordsmanship, despite his insight.

The article even implicitly suggested that His Royal Highness might be a heavenly elector.

Of course, that's only a one-sided word for Brando. But it did not prevent him from seeking the truth. Prince Haruze, to his knowledge, had been learning swordsmanship from a young age under the guidance of Princess Griffin, and it was said that it had never worked. This also left Her Royal Highness desperate. So where did the arguments of that article come from?

Or is it just eye-catching?

Brando looked at Prince Haruze's little hands, and the snow was as thin as a woman's. He shook his head, not a pair of perennial swordhands, not to mention the hands of a man of great skill in swordsmanship.

It is well known that any gift stems from painstaking training. Even a swordsmanship genius like Buga was the fruit of countless hours of training, and there was never a reason in the world for it to go unpunished - of course, Brando knew his case was an exception, but he did not think Prince Haruze was as much a crossover as he was.

But does this little prince in history hate swordsmanship or is he not good at swordsmanship? Which side was right, Brando sat in the trunk, but Haruze seemed to have found his eyes and shrunk his hand.

“What's the matter?” Her Royal Highness immediately realized the anomaly of her brother, and she asked with some dissatisfaction. The education of the royal family requires their descendants to maintain a minimum meter under all circumstances, and Haruze's performance today is clearly somewhat disproportionate.

She knew that her brother was always afraid of being born, but it was too much to be helpless. Especially since she didn't want Haruze to make a foolish impression in front of Brando.

Seeing her sister get serious, Haruze startled and stumbled, “No... nothing, sister. ”

“Your Royal Highness, His Royal Highness the Little Prince is only ten years old this year, right? At this age, it seems a little premature to practice magic.” Brando suddenly squinted his eyes and opened his mouth.

Aristocrats often let their sons follow well-known court wizards to learn magic and knowledge, such as Princess Griffin, the chief court wizard who died in the Battle of Ambethel, and the curious Garlock, the eldest of kings, other sisters.

But in fact, all of Warnde's magic ultimately involves extracting power from a sea of magic. Although designed to weave the law, dark magic more or less affects the practitioner, so most wizards are weaker than others.

For the same reason, while most wizard apprentices begin to learn relevant knowledge when they are four or five years old, the real beginning of learning magic is usually after adulthood. Or at least after thirteen.

But Brando found something interesting in Haruze.

He can almost confirm that His Royal Highness the Little Prince studied dark magic.

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(PS: A chapter has been written in the Momoka, a little better, whoops) (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.)