The Amber Sword

Tap, the brass door spinning sound seemed to pierce the darkness of the sky and silence, Princess Griffin squeaked open the wooden door and came out of the room, silver curly hair lining the elves' generally thin face with some red eye rings, but has restored the cold and divine color of the weekday.

“Magdalene... has been asleep all these days? ”

“Yeah, it's no different than dying. Although the basic physiological function still persists, it is only a surface phenomenon,” a self-conscious teenage girl's voice snatched before Brando answered, looking in the direction of the voice past, Aloz's princess curly hair shined like gold in the dark, she held a red wild fruit, snapped a bite, the juice flowed down the arc between the corner of her mouth and her chin; but Little Mother Dragon did not care, instead staring at Brando and Griffin with a golden pupil in the eye of a cat: “In fact, it can be said that what lies on the bed is but a body that has lost its soul - according to your humans, this description should be extremely pertinent. If she were human, she would be dead by now. ”

“Her Royal Highness is asking me, Aloz.” Brando replied face-to-face that since a young dragon ran into his territory, he had cheated and drank through his fame and the dragon's deterrent power, and the only commendable thing to do was to check Magdalene's condition - but it was also driven by her curiosity. And obviously, although she travels in human society for a long time, she has not learned how to euphemize people.

“If she was asking me, I wouldn't answer. What do you take me for, Brando?” Aloz closed her eyes dangerously, but the height of a 13-year-old girl was hard to tell her what a deterrent it was.

“Don't argue, it's nothing.” Her Royal Highness interrupted them. She did not want Brando to annoy the Dragons because of her. She walked forward and turned back quietly. “Count, do you have any thoughts on the alliance between Alex and Jean de Neil? ”

Aloz snorted coldly.

Brando thought Princess Griffin would ask him about the nun first, but he didn't expect her to repeat the old story. In that regard, he had in fact considered on the carriage that the most suitable tactic for Count Jean de Neil was beheading tactics.

After all, this is a different day, unlike when he first arrived in Tonigle, giving Count Denel an overwhelming power over him. At the moment, even Grand Duke Anrek and Count Denel together are not necessarily his opponents: Grand Duke Anrek's famous Eagle Swordsmen and Silver Knights, and several famous swordsmen, plus some ministers, let Denel's men, but there are only seven or eight gold-class dogs left, and even if Dejar didn't die that day in Ambethel, Brando could easily take care of them.

After all, this is Warnde, whose personal strength accounts for a considerable part of the war. Most of the top ranks of the regiments of the several jihadists in the history of Warnde are also outstanding generations, including his grandfather Darius.

But the only problem is that the calculations in the war are necessarily reciprocal, and he is here to plot against each other, and Grand Duke Anrek will not necessarily plot against him. His strength in the Ambethel War had long been appalling, and while Williams was widely believed to have died under fire from the first fleet of Eluin, his subsequent battles with Eagle Dejar and his performance against Titan were enough to draw attention to the aftermath of Eluin.

The name Count Tonigle has long been known throughout Eruin and even in the higher echelons of the Cruz people. In the frozen plains of the north and in the countryside of the south, no one knows that Eruin has one more sword saint.

Or even the descendant of Darus.

Such news naturally does not escape the ears and eyes of Grand Duke Anrek, let alone the old fox who experienced the war himself that day. Now that he knew that strength stood up against disparity, either he was too arrogant or he was plotting something else, in Brando's case, he would rather believe it was the latter.

So besides beheading tactics, it's better to be prepared for conventional warfare. It is only the vastness of the territory of the province of Anlek, the mountainous nature of the territory of De Ner, and the time it takes to fight in both locations, regardless of the accession of the Cruz people. By allowing Count Denel to engage the Grand Duke of Vieira for many years, the country would have maintained militias above its size. As for Grand Duke Anlek, most of his men were also elite generals.

On the other hand, apart from the Royal First Fleet, which is still in Ambesseur, the Princess's only men can rely on Vlada's army and the Southern Legion, in addition to the support promised by the Grand Duke of Lantoniland and the Knights of the Highlands. But the Southern Legion has long been without supplies and most of its formations have been incomplete, and Grand Duke Rantoniland's army was severely damaged during the Battle of Ambesseur, so only the noble army of Vlada and the reinforcements of the highland knights, coupled with Tonigar's meagre military strength, were able to enter the war in the first place.

Together, these miscellaneous armies do not provide an absolute advantage over Grand Duke Alex and his men. Even if the conspiracy of the Alex side is not taken into account, the expropriation of both Denel and Anlek is likely to be a year-round task. The problem is that Brando was clear that Eruin could not afford such a protracted war.

Only if you ask for his help.

The best option, naturally, is with Lord Vieiro, who has his revenge on Count De Neil.

Princess Griffin listened silently to Brando's thoughts, and when the sun outside the courtyard crossed the arch onto her face, the half-Pokémon girl stopped and turned back: “I see… you are solely responsible for the war with Denel, Lord Brando. Vlada's army, join Tonigal in command. ”

Brando suddenly got stuck: "Your Highness? ”

Of course he understood what the phrase meant, but it seemed that he had not yet reacted and subconsciously stopped to look at the princess.

After noon the sun seemed to have just passed through the wild grape shelves in the courtyard, passing a green colour through the last corridor in front of the arch, printed on the princess's long skirt.

Time seemed to be silent for a moment, and the crows were silent.

Princess Griffin looked at him, and the silver eyes had only a very flat color: "Needless to say, I believe you, Mr. Brando. ”

“BUT -" Brando was a little dry, and although Her Royal Highness Princess Ambethel had also delivered the keystone to him on that day, it seemed to have some indulgence that Princess Griffin was now giving him almost all of the strength she had in her hands at a time of great crisis.

This is not what a sober politician should behave like.

However, Her Royal Highness did not want to give him the opportunity to speak. She drowned her eyelids, her thick eyelashes blinking slightly, and continued quietly: “One more thing. ”

“Hmm?”

Brando took a gentle breath, and luckily Aloz 'little dragon had walked away boringly first, otherwise he must laugh at his ugliness at this moment.

“Magdalene... is my best friend, and I understand that she is because of me. Anyway, as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I want you to wake her up. ”

“By my side, you're the only one with that power. ”

“So, can you promise me? ”

Brando did not look at the sight of the princess in her face, but she could also hear the rare weakness in her tone. He didn't say much, he just nodded. In fact, even if Princess Griffin didn't mention it, he would find a way to wake Magdalene up.

We fought side by side, even if we were companions. That's what I said.

“I see.” He replied.

Her Royal Highness raised her head and looked closely at him, then approached her two steps. He reached out and pressed his hand against his noble scarf, laughing with relief: "Thank you, my knight, you have never disappointed me. ”

Then she retreated and finally looked at him, walking down the stairs with her dress, turning her eyes and disappearing into the courtyard, leaving Brando alone standing somewhat dazed under the arch.

“Her Royal Highness seems to like you, Brando.” Until a crisp raw voice was inserted into his mind.

Brando's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he turned around and saw a familiar face. Roman, dressed in her thick businessman suit, held his hands and stood behind him a little bit as curious as he was to see Griffin disappear.

I don't know when this guy got here.

As soon as Brando saw her face full of question marks, he couldn't help but ask, “So you don't know anything about jealousy? ”

“A little bit. ”

Brando stared at her.

“Answer incorrectly, Brando?” Roman looked at him and shrunk his neck.

Brando sighed and extended his hand: “Give me your hand. ”

“Why?”

“That's an order. ”

“Oh--”

The businesswoman thought about it and rubbed her hands against the jacket before placing her hands in his hand. Brando felt that slightly cooler temperature and couldn't help but look at the young lady and soften her heart: “Have you been to the street? ”

“Not yet, Flo won't let me out. I knew I wouldn't ask Sy to lend me that gun. It's too much. I already gave it back to her.” Roman was upset with his face.

“I'll walk you out. ”

“Really?” asked the merchant lady surprised.

“Of course.”

“So... Brando, can you really wake up that princess? Sounds like a knight's story, Prince and Princess. Will she marry you when she wakes up, Brando? ”

“It's not something you need to worry about. ”

Brando didn't answer cheerfully.

… (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.)