The Amber Sword

“Lord Priest. ”

Edessa walked through a corridor and saw the former Archdeacon of Ambessel pruning branches in the courtyard with shears in his hand. The old man, dressed in a robe with his back to her, bent his waist and placed his head close to the green leaves, looked fully focused.

It wasn't until she made a sound that Wood overstepped. He smiled. “Edsha, you're here. ”

“Yes, Lord Priest, what can I do for you?” Edsha bowed for a moment and asked.

Wood put away the shears and turned around, placing a cut branch on a stone table in the courtyard at will. Adessa saw his silver-grey eyebrows stretch out and said to her, "Go get your master, tell him if he wants to see him, it's today. ”

The waitress stood there idly, as if she had not reacted for a moment, but after a while, a glimmer of surprise appeared in her eyes: "Lord Priest -”

“You don't have to thank me on your master's behalf, Edsha,” Wood waved, “I didn't promise you anything. He won this opportunity himself, but I'm afraid it will ultimately be up to you to persuade Her Royal Highness and that man. ”

“Only you will give us a chance, Lord Priest. ”

“Then get ready.” Wood replied.

Edsha nodded quickly and bowed sincerely to the former high priest of Ambethel before retreating. Wood watched as she left the courtyard and disappeared on the other side of the corridor, and the old man sighed and picked up the scissors again, but it was at this time that Sand's footsteps came from the other side of the corridor.

He stopped again with a slight glimpse.

……

The waiter walked Brando and the princess through the corridor, and the sun penetrated from the outside between the well-trimmed flower and wood walls, leaving a zebra-like light on the corridor floor.

“Mr. Brando, Haruze, he's counting on you.” Her Royal Highness watched Brando come back from behind with her brother, she looked at Haruze without a word and said softly.

Brando also looked at the little prince.

In fact, Haruze was peeking into his eyes, unlike his sister's, some darker grey eyes filled with anxiety and some sense of pity. Brando couldn't help but laugh. In fact, he didn't say much, just promised to keep a secret from His Royal Highness the Little Prince.

Of course he'll keep it a secret, but not this one. He knew that the real secret was that the little prince of Eruin might have some unusual human talent, as described in that article at the Forum of the Last World; just a glance at those obscure black magic books could master the spells above, such talent even the Buga wizards of the Silver People could only be ashamed of themselves.

But the time has not yet come to make this secret public, on the one hand he does not want Haruze to be proud of it and, on the other hand, to protect the little Crown Prince Eruyin.

He nodded softly at the princess's question.

With a slight glimmer in front of her, the fence surrounded by winter green trees has reached its end. The waiter took them around the corner of the corridor, and Brando saw the former high priest of Ambethel.

In his eyes, Wood seemed a lot thinner than half a month ago, but he also tolerated a lot. The old man seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time, and when they showed up, he smiled. “Princess Griffin, Mr. Brando, you've arrived. ”

And then he looked backwards: "Miss Antittina, Miss Roman, Your Royal Highness the Little Prince, good evening.” Antitina nodded politely, while Roman Jr., on her side, waved hard at the priest, only Prince Haruze stood somewhat frightened behind everyone.

Princess Griffin sighed at her brother and bowed slightly to Wood. “Lord Priest,” Her Royal Highness raised her head and opened the door to the mountain path: “We are here for the time of the North. ”

Wood stood still and then reacted. Her Royal Highness the Princess of Eruin has shown such an open-minded gesture at all costs that she clearly wants to tell him that she does not intend to compromise on this issue.

Princess Griffin's attitude wasn't unexpected, but that's why he couldn't help but sigh. He understood from the outset that His Royal Highness was tough, but the Temple of Fire thought he was in possession of the ticket and did not expect to eventually cause a great deal of trouble.

Although the Temple has made numerous concessions on the issue of Eruin, it is clear that today is the ultimate highlight. If His Royal Highness can solve the problems of the North, then the reunification or even the revival of Eruin is only a matter of time.

The Cruz are not happy with a revived Eruin, but there is still no core conflict between the two. Compared to the eagle's empire, Eru is just a small kingdom in the middle of nowhere. The same holds true for Wood, who is first and foremost a faithful believer in the Golden Fire Path than for the Krutz, so he once advocated the neutrality of the Temple.

Until such time as that attitude was unsustainable, he would also support all initiatives of the Temple of Fire. Those measures had proved wrong. But the former archdeacon of Ambethel is now considering how to repair the damage caused by these mistakes, rather than questioning the temple's course of action.

He thought about it and hasn't said a word. And Brando beside him replied, “Lord Priest, Eluin is after all an Eluin who believes in the teachings of flame. Mujahedin was imminent, and the Temple was unwilling to see its allies plunged into civil strife. If there were Eruin, then the stupidly moving Temple of the Earth and Madara would not be a problem for the Cruz. ”

Wood Yilin.

His eyes immediately turned to Brando, the fourth time he had seen this young man, who had caused enormous trouble to the Temple of Fire. But Wood doesn't have much hatred for Brando, he does have some appreciation.

“You mean the Temple of the Earth with Madara?” He frowned and asked: "Mr. Brando, I hear you were the first to escape from Butch and have been through that war. Don't you think it's because of the stereotypes about Brahmandu's black roses? ”

Brando smiled, Madara's transformation could not be hidden from everyone. Especially St. Osor and Cruz, two empires bordering them, the Temple of Fire must have had information about Madara's stupidity long ago. Otherwise, why did she react so quickly in the First Black Rose War and immediately withdraw her from the army?

But what is damning is that the Krutz clearly intended to indulge those bone skeletons, and Eruin was nothing but a more important piece of chess in their eyes, but he was not incapable of giving up. He judged from what had happened in another period of history that the bottom line for the Krutz should be that Eruin should at least keep the part north of Ampesar, so that Madara would have gone so smoothly in the Second Black Rose War.

The Cruz returned to God after the Third Black Rose War, wearing a deliberate plan to use Madara to distract St. Osor. But then it was too late, and that's why there was that protracted war.

Brando suddenly had to recall the war in the Alkash Mountains, shaking his head but also seeing through Wood's disguise. He replied, "If it were just stereotypes, I wouldn't mention the black roses of Brahmandu. Are there few enemies of the Eruins? ”

He paused and said openly: "If Eruin blocks the way north and west of Madara, the bone skeletons will have to look east for an exit. ”

Wood shut his mouth immediately.

The old man clearly understood that the young man had seen everything through, including Madara's intentions, the Cruz's intentions. He took a deep look at Brando, “Madara recovered the mercury wand and the rise was inevitable. As far as I know, their emperors have gained tremendous prestige in this war, and the time to integrate this ancient kingdom is probably imminent, and in a few years at best, the time will be ripe for the dead to head north and west. ”

“And at this time, will Eruin be united and able to resist Madara's invasion?” He glanced at Brando and said so. Wood didn't lie again this time because he knew it was just a waste of time in front of Brando.

But before Brando spoke, he cautioned: "Don't forget, there is another war in Eruin to the north. The Temple of the Earth has begun its holy sword in advance because of the sword you have in your hands, Mr. Brando. ”

Princess Griffin listened quietly. Antitina also frowned. They have all heard Brando speak of the menacing nature of Madala, and Her Royal Highness herself realizes that, but they did not expect time to be so pressing.

Especially when the half elf princess heard about the mercury wand, she couldn't help but take a slight breath and ask: "Mercury wand? Is that rumor true, really Rocky's mercury wand? ”

“Exactly.” Wood nodded.

“How is it possible that these things were not told to us in advance by the Temple of Fire?” Princess Griffin couldn't help but be a little angry, "she asked." Isn't Eruin also a country under the Temple of Fire, the Korkova royal family, the Sifah royal family, and generations have faithfully believed in the teachings of Fire because we believe that the King of Fire can be just and just, but Lord Wood, what do you think of us as! ”

“Because the Cruz never believed that Eruín could resist Madara's invasion and that they were unable to mediate with the Temple of the Earth, St. Osor and Madara at the same time, they were afraid that part of Eruín's interests would have to be abandoned in order for the troubled East to lead Madara's dead spirit to the trouble of the wind elves, Your Highness.” Brando replied.

Princess Griffin stared angrily at Lord Wood, who was also a little embarrassed, and he wondered why the young man always seemed to be able to see through their plans. He coughed and replied: "It's not exactly true, but Mr. Brando is not unreasonable, and the temple is not omnipotent. Like the Cruz Empire, there are many enemies. After all, the Eruins still have to save themselves. If Eruin can resist Madara's invasion, we will not necessarily abandon our interests here, and I'm sure you will understand that. ”

Her Royal Highness took a breath and nodded calmly. “I understand, but now you see Lord Wood. Does the Eruites have the will not even to support this temple of flames? ”

“No,” Wood shook his head: "Your Highness, I'm sure you understand. The Temple is also divided into many factions, not everyone supports you, and the support of others depends on how you intend to solve this problem. There are many deep-rooted aristocratic forces in the north of Eruin, and you cannot expect them to sit and die. ”

“But the problem now is not that I expect them to sit and die, but that they want me to sit and die.” Her Royal Highness clenched her lips and replied coldly: "The aristocracy of the North moved silly, each wanting independence. I would never compromise on this issue, and if they wanted war, I could only give it to them, but I wonder, would the temple be on that side? ”

She looked up at Wood, and in fact she knew that if the temple did not stand to the north, a large part of the northern aristocracy might choose to compromise on her.

But Wood shook his head: "Your Highness, I can stand by you. But that doesn't mean anything, and you should understand that I'm not exactly a Grand Priest of Ambethel now. The Temple cannot give up its influence in the North. ”

It's like a dead end. But there's always a solution, Brando looks at Wood, and suddenly he says, "So you have a solution, right, Lord Wood? Why don't you tell me? ”

Wood looked at Brando slightly. Brando went on to say, "I remember you telling Antina, my lady of staff, that you might be able to solve the turmoil in the north. ”

“No.” Wood shook his head: "Mr. Brando, it's not me, it's someone who can do it. ”

“There's a man? ”

Brando and Princess Griffin were both stunned and couldn't help but stop and look at each other.

“Who?” asked Her Royal Highness. She couldn't think of anyone who could solve the mess in the north, the great priest of the Temple of Fire? Or His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz Empire? Or a Buga? Silver elf?

She even thought of the Dragons for a while.

But Lord Wood said, "The man was looking forward to seeing you, but he needed your permission before he could. You may not want to see him for some reason. Especially you, Princess Griffin. ”

“Me?” Princess Griffin questionably pointed at herself: “Why? Who the hell is that, Lord Wood? ”

“Princess Griffin,” Lord Wood asked, “do you know your brother well? ”

“My brother? ”

Her Highness suddenly screamed softly.

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