The Amber Sword

Seasonal turnover continues unabated outside the port of Ambesseur, with increasingly dense forests beginning to fill the hills of Oz, and excavations outside the port failing to completely obscure the news. Since the departure of the artisan wizard in Buga, rumours of the Sky Blue Gun have spread.

“What an autumn. ”

Wood rubbed his eyebrows and stared at a page of paper on the mahogany desktop, which was a specialty from the eastern Cruz, bordering the forest border of the Four Leaf Grass Wilderness. There is still a slight burning smell on the corner of the letterhead, a mark characteristic of the magical mark of the flame magic. Until it is erased, it should be four pairs of winged eagles, representing the Temple of Fire - or rather, the top secret document of the Cruz Empire.

He raised his head and sat at the mahogany table for a while, staring at the other wall under his thick eyebrows for a moment seemingly vague. Then suddenly a golden flame lit up in the hands of the temple's former high priest, who shook his hand gently and burned the charcoal-shaped letter into a piece of flying ash.

Wood carefully cleaned the ashes on the table before getting up straight and tidying up the golden sacrificial robe. The information in the confidential letter attests to the information that has been circulating in the port in recent days, but goes even further, he has already received all the relevant information from the young Count Tonigle.

The Eruins did not intend to conceal him, or at least not to conceal the superficial fact that the Blue Gun did exist in Ambethel. But that makes no sense, because the Buga have already moved it one step at a time.

Wood was uncertain, and his mind repeatedly swallowed the information contained in the incident. It was not the decision of Her Royal Highness Princess Eruin, or the young Count, but the benefits they had gained from the Bukas with the guns of Tianqing were obvious.

He couldn't help but look back and cast his gaze out the window, which was the light red and fluctuating roof inside the port of Ambesseur, and the emerald vine draped down from the glass, dividing the sunlight spilled on the mahogany desktop into strange shapes.

It's a vibrant city, but it's not part of the Temple of Fire anymore.

Wood didn't really feel anything about it, and the temple made a mistake and should pay for it. The point is that at least this kingdom still believes in the Golden Flame, and their people have not deviated from their reverence for the Temple of Flame, and Wood has not really been paying much attention to the interests of the world.

But what really worries him is inside the temple - no, it's the insistence of the Imperial High Level on the Sky Blue Gun. Greed masks the hearts of men, especially the nobles. Even he himself suffered.

But it appears from the letter that His Majesty the Emperor himself should have some movement. After all, it's a Tianqing gun, the most famous weapon in the poetry of the heavens —— at this level, it's no longer something he can change. There may be some way forward in the position of the High Priest, but now it's not something he can worry about, only hope that the holders inside the Temple of Fire can be sensible and see the true teachings of the King of Fire.

He sighed, took off the priest's cap and put it on his head, then opened the door. Knights loyal to the Temple have long waited outside, and his deputy - no longer the former Friar Guéré - has been replaced by a more sophisticated officer since he became the focal point for the Temple of Fire and the Royal Family of Eruin. The man must have come from the core of the empire before, and Wood could see the details of his dressing habit of putting his hands up —— the man's name was Peter, extremely smooth, and as soon as he saw Wood bowed his head deeply and revealed his greasy baldness, he greeted him with a respectful greeting: "Lord Sacrifice, isn't it about Odyphus the Holy Sword? ”

Wood glanced at him, as if to see this guy through, and said softly, "It's a secret of the temple, and I'll tell you if I have to. ”

“I understand.” Peter smiled back.

Turning back, Williams' lost shards of the sword Orphis in the Battle of Ambethel are not important in themselves, and the Temple has agreed to trade a new frigate for Brando's shards, but the key is the will and soul of the sword.

The identity of Count Tonigle, with the shadows of the Silver Elves and Dragons behind him, is very difficult for the Temple High. Moreover, the other side did not appear to have any intention of joining the empire, and therefore the views of the higher echelons were not uniform, believing on the one hand that the choice of the King of Fire should be followed, while on the other the views were much stronger.

This is another problem.

Too many years of heights have made the Temple of Fire a bit arrogant and even indifferent to what is out there, with senators and even the idea of assassination, not to mention how absurd it is to assassinate a nobleman under the Temple of Fire. What really pisses Wood off is that these people seem to have forgotten the teachings of the Prophet.

Empire or truth, a hundred years earlier, is not a problem for the Temple of Fire. Since the Cruz transformation, while the Empire's focus has grown, the weight of the Crown has grown from day to day and has begun to threaten the very essence of Cruz's existence.

Ridiculously, some people aren't even aware of the problem.

What Wood is meeting today is still the representative of the Northern aristocracy who is still staying in the port of Ambesseur, and while the matter under the table is more onerous than the other, war remains the first priority for what remains of Eruin.

For the war of Golden Toquinin. It was also unclear whether the eldest son of the King was fully prepared, and although he had sworn his oath at the time of the commitment, the Sifah family had already suffered tremendously in the war. Not to mention how prestigious or unknown it can be as a puppet in itself.

The Temple will never invest much energy in a bet of inevitable failure. Wood can only hope that His Royal Highness Prince Wang understands this. Fortunately, it's a smart guy, and I'm sure it won't be too naive.

He walked out the door with his deputy in his arms, but it was at this time that a servant came to him and bowed down, "Lord Priest, we have a special visitor. ”

“Special visitors? ”

Wood stopped.

Bald Peter has gone up and tried to chase people: "You bastard, can't you see Lord Priest has business to do? Any visitors, as long as they're not from the Empire, just give them a moment. Okay...”

Wood interrupted him and reached out and stopped this guy, "Are you a guest from the Empire? ”

Peter was stuck for a moment.

“Yes.” replied the next person respectfully.

“Tell them to wait, I'll be right there.” Wood thought about it and frowned and replied.

But before his voice went down, the voice of a serious woman rang: "No need, Lord Wood. You know under the habit that we've arrived. ”

Wood heard the voice, slightly flashed, and he raised his head. To see the famous woman of the empire--

She actually came.

……

Unlike the sunshine around Ambesseur, the country's climate becomes cloudy as it crosses the vast Vlada forests in the north and enters the Pydarthon. Even the days of heavy rainfall caused the water to soar on the Mati River and the roads along the Magitan became muddy.

In the midst of heavy rain, black carriages burst through the woods like ghosts, the curtains of the windows were raised in a corner, and one of the dark compartments behind the car stared at the shady scene outside the window with its hidden white eyes like dead fish eyes.

The gloomy clouds were hanging like a rag over the forest, but it was only noon, but the sky was dim.

“What's the captain of the Blue Dome going to Ambethel for? Declaring war on the Eruins?” The dull voice asked and laughed coldly as if it was an interesting joke.

The cold-hearted laughter in the trunk was chilling, and it took a while before there was another voice interface: “I'm afraid it was for the war in the north. ”

“If you think so, you're not far from the gallows. The Krutz did not need to distract themselves from the little Toquinin, who had suffered so much in the Battle of Ambesseur that they did not want to leave the Buga behind.” The third opener, a steady voice, serious and full of majesty.

As soon as he spoke, the others were silent.

“The Temple of Fire lost both face and face in Ambethel, and apparently they didn't get it from us, but the ultimate winner was neither us nor them.” The voice stopped: "Elouin has a wise princess. ”

“Duke,” someone answered, “are you saying we got the attention of the Temple of Fire? ”

“Likely, the Cruz can't have nobody noticing anything wrong, do you really think you can do it seamlessly?” The audacious voice replied.

“What should we do? ”

No one answered, and the carriage was silenced for a moment, leaving only the noise of the cabin creaking and shaking. After a while, the dull voice at the beginning said, "Just do something to stall...”

“So that's why we're here. ”

That majestic voice answered.

At this point, the carriage finally stopped as it proceeded, and a blue and black castle appeared in the rain curtain in front of it, where the soldiers floundered, but it was difficult for the sound to cross the rain curtain. When the carriage door finally opened, a swordsman in a cloak jumped from above.

The swordsman raised his head and his bearded face under his hood looked like an Anrek or a stray knight brought by the North, but if Brando were here, he would have recognized each other's names.

Eagle Swordsman, Dejar.

“Open the gates, your Count's most honorable guest.” He shouted.

“Who are you?” An interrogation from a soldier came from the city.

“We are his most wanted allies, tell him to open the door and let us in if you do not want to be hanged by His Highness!” Dejar replied with pride.

The answer was rude, but the soldiers were about to attack, and the eagle swordsman threw something far into the city. He watched the thing draw a beautiful parabola in the rain and fell into the city, shouting:

“Give this to Jean De Neil, he'll understand! ”

“Go on, you idiot! ”

… (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.)