The Amber Sword

When the wheel of the carriage ran over the gap between the slab and the slab connection, the slight vibration made an uninterrupted sound, shaking slightly inside the compartment, but calmed down for a moment.

Princess Griffin seemed to understand Brando's problem, and her silver-grey eyes revealed a slight doubt, "Magic? Mr. Brando, he hasn't started practicing magic yet, and I intend to make him more mature to think about it, not to mention as a member of the royal family… I'm not really going to let him get too close to the wizards. ”

It's a tradition in the Vaughn world. Nobles often make their own children practice magic, but there are few similar situations in the royal family. Magic is about mystery and the power of the unknown, and as heirs to the throne, stay as far away from unpredictable danger as possible. Even in those large aristocratic families, the eldest son rarely comes from a wizard. Even if she is Princess Griffin herself, Leewoods is just her teacher of mystics and wizard etiquette and history.

“Is that so...” Brando stared between Haruzer's thumb and index finger, and the light on both sides of the Magic Triangle was almost transparent, which was at least one manifestation of a magical excitation reaction; but it did not form a solid rule like his first post-wind ring, and there was only one spell in Brando's memory that would make such a difference, which was black magic.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Brando?” Princess Griffin frowned and looked at her brother. Haruze was afraid to bow her head and put her hands between her knees.

But Brando spoke plainly: "No, it's just that His Majesty's hands are more like witches than swordsmen. The usual nobleman's son, when he was his age, had already begun to practice swordsmanship?” As he spoke, he saw His Royal Highness Haruze look up at him in surprise; Brando looked at Princess Griffin and blinked at the little prince - scared the former to bow his head as if he feared that his sister would notice.

The princess didn't notice this side, she felt a little blushed. Haruzer did start practicing swordsmanship a long time ago, the question is how she can be so embarrassed to say that her brother is an impotent guy, don't say that he practises swordsmanship, even he lacks the courage to hold the sword.

“Haruze he... because I haven't had much time to take care of him since I left Wang Du...” Finally she sighed or blamed herself.

“Sister...” Haruze said weakly.

“You shut up,” Princess Griffin said, suddenly harshly: "There's your own reasons in here, too, so you should review them.” Brando can't help but laugh at his brother, and he thinks maybe the weak side of the little prince has its reasons, because Princess Griffin is a little too powerful compared to her average sister.

When Haruze was reprimanded by his sister, he buried his head behind him and stopped talking, like a little animal that Cesar shuddered and curled.

But Brando knowingly asked, "And Sir Ovewell and Lord Macaro, if I recall correctly, are some of the most famous swordsmen in the kingdom. ”

He suddenly noticed that Roman next to him was feeding a white cat with a cookie, and the white cat was sitting on her lap, and he didn't even notice when the little thing appeared. I just saw her with her head up, squeezing her golden eyes and measuring him. Antitina, who noticed her lord's gaze, turned around and curiously touched the cat's head.

Brando looked back when he saw the meow squeeze his eyes comfortably. Her Royal Highness obviously noticed the scene as well, but she did not realize the purpose of Brando's questioning. Instead, she replied: "They all taught Haruze, but Haruze's gift in swordsmanship…” The semi-envirgin girl showed disappointment and was helpless.

From earlier times, the nobility had to lead its own people into battle to defend themselves against the invasion of monsters, and the nobility's own strength meant that he had the ability to protect those who depended on them. While the era of peace began to prolong as the boundaries of civilization expanded further, and the symbolic significance of nobility's swordsmanship now far outweighed its practical significance, being an inheritor of the throne would, more or less, affect his dignity in the eyes of his son-in-law.

“The gift of swordsmanship is only one aspect, and it is not necessarily premature to make the assertion that normal people enter the golden age of learning from the age of twelve. But for a qualified swordsman, the first thing you need is the courage to defeat yourself.” Brando looked at Haruze and said slowly. He wondered whether His Royal Highness possessed a gift of talent, but he understood that the symptoms of the problem were not at all gifted to His Royal Highness.

And on the balls.

Princess Griffin looked at him surprised. The Princess of course heard Brando's voice outside the string, "Mr. Brando, do you mean? ”

She was already a little desperate. Ovewell taught Haruzer swordsmanship for some time, and that Ser Wolf, though patient, could not give Haruzer the courage to face his sword.

Brando nodded. It was also his original idea that a kingdom such as Eruin would eventually move towards a system of aristocratic councils similar to that of the Cruz people around the second century, and it appeared that His Royal Highness was now aware of that as well. Until then, however, Elouin eventually overdid this transformation of the king, who at least did not want to see a cowardly generation left alone.

Besides, if the players in the forum are right, Haruzeli should be an outstanding king.

“Your Highness, would you like me to be Prince Haruze's teacher?” He thought about it and asked: "But I don't have much experience. I can't guarantee that I will teach His Royal Highness anything. ”

Brando is not modest, he's just a needle. Before him, Ovewell and Leewoods had been the teachers of His Royal Highness the Little Prince, and he thought he was not much better, if not much worse, than the best of the times, except for his predictability of the future and insider.

On the other hand, he does not have much experience. But he preferred to experiment with the little prince, and the worst would not have any negative impact, but if he succeeded, it would have been too much.

Besides, there is a high reputation for good relations with His Majesty the future King, both in Haruze and with His Highness the Princess, who is well aware of how concerned this princess is with her brother.

Princess Griffin's thoughts are completely different from Brando's, and the legacy of Sword Saint Darius is enough for Brando to become the Prince's teacher. She knew that there was a huge connection behind it, not to mention that Brando himself was an outstanding and knowledgeable swordsman.

After taking a gentle breath, she definitely deepened her fondness for Brando, so she easily converged the surprise in her heart and immediately said to her brother beside her: "Haruze, call the teacher. ”

But Haruze looked up, some afraid to look at Brando raw, and turned back and said: “Sister...” He was obviously still worried about Brando breaking through his secret before.

Princess Griffin had no anticipation of her brother's inner world. She frowned like a stern mother and couldn't deny saying: "Mr. Haruze, Mr. Brando is a descendant of Saint-Daruss the Sword. His swordsmanship is overwhelming even for Mr. Buga, not to mention Mr. Brando's knowledgeable, even Mr. Leewoods and Lord Gallock praised each other. What is your dissatisfaction, as your teacher? ”

Her tone got harsher and she frightened Haruze. The little prince reluctantly lowered his head to Brando and whispered: "Teacher.” The voice was weak and soft, like a lamb, and Brando couldn't help but laugh. It is obvious to him that although His Royal Highness's attitude is respectful, it is only for this moment not to say it is himself, even a pig under Her Royal Highness's persecution can call it a good teacher.

Good thing he's not in a hurry, Haruze is just a weak child. If he can't handle a child for two lifetimes, then go home and grow sweet potatoes.

Besides, His Royal Highness still has the handle in his hand.

When I think of Brando, I can't help but shake my head with a smile.

And the next two exchanged swords according to the rituals of the Warndor world, which of course was just a ritual, and the process was for Haruze to unload his sword and hand it over to Brando. Then Brando turned his sword around and gave it to His Royal Highness, a process that, in the classical era, symbolized the teacher's gift of knowledge and sword, but now this ritual has become a ceremonial form.

After this formal courtesy, Brando became a teacher and student for Prince Haruze. In fact, Brando, as a player, had heard of the existence of this etiquette, but he was not aware of the details. Generally speaking, the teacher taught the students a certain observation period, and the ceremony was not formally held until he felt satisfied. Therefore, of course, he did not know that His Royal Highness had rushed Haruze to perform the ceremony, which was actually a small calculation of his hand.

Once the names of teachers and students are established in Warnde, it is not that easy to lift them.

But it's good that Brando doesn't actually care. Princess Griffin would have stabbed her in the trunk with a sword if she knew that the knight in front of her was just trying to experiment with her brother.

It is unfortunate that both of them, in their own small reckoning, have not noticed the ‘conspiracy’ of each other.

The carriage soon arrived at its destination - in front of an estate courtyard in the Pasha Road district. Since the reconstruction of the Grand Temple of Underflor is far from complete, the Wood Priestess has been staying here for some time now, and Princess Griffin and Brando have heard that the site was supposed to have been a property belonging to the Sifah family in Ambethel before, although neither of them was the birthright of the small belly chicken, which is of no particular concern.

The carriage was parked in front of the courtyard, and it was clear that Wood had been ready to greet Her Royal Highness, and soon a servant opened the way for them to lead everyone into the courtyard. Once in the car, Antitina hurried Roman to the front and Her Royal Highness took the lead, leaving only Brando and Prince Haruze behind to walk at the end.

It's actually a tradition, Her Royal Highness understands that Brando, as a teacher, must have something to say to his new students. But what she appreciated was that Brando's clever lady was one step ahead of her.

The etiquette of these upper aristocrats, knowing that the general public knows little, even half of the aristocratic families, are rarely noticed.

With that in mind, she couldn't help but look at Antina twice.

And on the other hand, Brando does have something to say to Haruze. But when he got out of the car, he saw Prince Haruze walking alone at least two or three metres from him, as if he were a floodbeast. However, His Royal Highness the Little Prince understood the basic etiquette and did not dare to cross, side by side with him.

Brando looked at the prince, who was walking with his head down, with some amusement, and of course knew what he was afraid of: “His Highness Haruze. ”

Haruze startled and looked up at him. “How, how... teacher...”

“Her Royal Highness, she doesn't know?” Brando asked.

Haruze's face turned white: “Teacher, teacher... I...”

“Who taught you that?” Brando asked, of course, what he was talking about was the practice of dark magic by His Royal Highness the Little Prince. He didn't come out before the princess, he wanted to leave a handle on it and he didn't want things to get any bigger.

A country's savior practises dark magic, which is of course a biblical and earthly matter in Madara. But in Eruin, under the reign of this temple of fire, the kingdom is a big deal. Brando's first thought was conspiracy, but it didn't rule out any other possibilities.

First of all, he needs answers here in Haruze.

But Haruze shook his head vigorously: "No, nobody taught me...”

It certainly doesn't sound like the truth. But Brando saw the little prince's face blushing in confusion. It didn't look like he was lying. He was slightly flashed. Is it true that he expected it?

He asked curiously, "What's going on, Haruze? I'm your teacher now, and you have to answer my questions honestly. I can promise not to tell your sister. ”

This statement has obviously had a divine effect on Haruze. The teenager looked up weakly at Brando, seemed somewhat suspicious, but finally took the courage to ask: "Really? ”

“I made a promise. Even Her Royal Highness believed me. Do you believe me?” Brando answered with some shame. He couldn't help but scratch his face and felt a little blushed when he said it, but it was just a trick for the kids, and he just pretended not to hear it.

Haruze thought about it and nodded very honestly: "Actually… I don't know why, sir. ”

“Huh?” Brando stunned, and the question was almost unanswered. But he heard Tian Ni and asked, “You don't know why? “

“Just... I don't know if that's magic...”

“Have you ever snuck into the royal treasury?” Brando immediately asked.

Haruze nodded slightly, looking at him with some fear. Sure enough, Brando was in his heart for a while, and he said, "Did you read the book? ”

Nod again.

“You imitate what's inside? ”

“Hmm…” answered in detail.

“How many times? ”

“Only once… don't ever tell your sister, Count.” Haruze hurried and whispered. In his view, Brando was already close to a monster, and he had no idea how the Count could have guessed it all.

He only inadvertently entered the forbidden land once, and only once, before leaving Wang Du. And he thought nobody knew that.

He couldn't help but look at Brando with some fear.

Brando also looked at his new student, who was already convinced that something in the forum might be true.

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