The Amber Sword

In fact, the motorcade spent the entire morning fighting the lakeside avenue of the West Bank, which had been in disrepair for many years outside Ansara Forest, and which had thrived some thirty years earlier, had become a mess since Obergu VII took office. But some days have been good, because of the loss of the merchants, at least there's no such thing as bandits around.

In short, the entire convoy was busy all morning, and everyone didn't even make it to lunch until afternoon to reach Shallow Town.

At about three o'clock, Brando can see the outline of a town by the lake, glittering in the sun --

That's Shallow Water Town.

Shallow water town has a long history for Eruin, where immigrants have picked up permanent settlements since Count Hartinger bought the land from the mountaineers in the last century. Initially, it was primarily a landing spot for adventurers travelling to Needle Hill to dig gold, and then gradually became a transportation link between Vieiro, Goran-Elson and Lantoniland.

So many historic hotels have been in town for centuries, such as Brando's familiar butterfly and trout pools.

But in the game, shallow water town's place doesn't matter. One important reason is that it is the gateway to Lantoniland, where the Lantoniland collar is rarely open to the average player, and secondly, the only advanced area in the vicinity, the Droppin Hill, from this direction to the northern section of the Ansara Forest, where the mountain road is difficult, the player would prefer to go further away to Valentinburg rather than in this direction.

After all, transport arrays can also be used for players, and distance is not too much of a problem.

This situation persisted until after Weston's copy of the ancient castle was opened, when the Golden Ice Flame of the Jiufeng Sword came to life and a large number of players poured into the area. But it didn't last long, and soon afterwards it was the Third Black Rose War, and what happened after that was already well known.

To think of it, Brando couldn't help but look up at the mountains. Mount Canary meets the Sapphire Mountains of Anthura, where the two largest peaks east of the site are their respective main peaks. Beneath the summit lies the Pochenier Pass, from where the ancient fortress of Weston lies hidden in the jungle.

The legendary Golden Ice Flame of the Holy Sword is hidden beneath the castle.

That's one of Brando's goals, but he's not going to move that thing for now. Speaking of advanced areas near the Needle Hills, there's a lot of cow hair, and I don't know what kind of madness the designers are. He knew that under Weston's castle was a real adult dragon guarding the Golden Ice Flame.

The Cold Winter Dragon named Katina doesn't know what it has to do with falling needle hill, but her strength is a few geometric grades stronger than the young dragon doesn't know. Brando's trouble with finding each other now is basically a concept.

Fortunately, Weston's castle has been sealed for a long time, and no one will touch it for the time being.

Brando looked in the direction of Shallow Town, a place that was left with deep memories as a frontline against Madara for a long time afterwards. He and his sister's brigade fought here, bleeding, and in many places he kept memories of fighting alongside his familiar companions.

The familiar scenes and locations can be seen in every street lane that passes by, and it's unbearable.

The carriage entered the town via a avenue nearest to Shallow Town, and they were not subjected to much scrutiny due to the recent calm in the surrounding area. The shallow water town is under the jurisdiction of the Grand Duke of Lantoniland, who is extremely strict, and even in such remote areas it is difficult to see scenes similar to those of Goran-Elson where noble private armies are fierce as bandits.

Finally, the convoy stopped in the center of the commercial district on the north side of town, and Brando chose a hotel away from the docks -- the name of the hotel is not great, the carriage house —— in Eruin, where you can find this novelty, no-name hotel all over Warnde, and there's no connection between them, and the only connection is probably the same laziness when the boss named it.

This hotel is also nameless in games and has not even been heard of by Brando. But he chose this place, first to avoid the noise of the docks, and secondly to avoid too familiar a dwelling to stir up those memories of his past. Those broken memories were like shattered lenses, and to him, every piece was unraveled as if it had opened a wound.

Arrange a carriage, walk into a hotel, and the business of this motel called Carriage House is as Brando imagined - very cold.

Even the owner of the hotel probably didn't expect to welcome a big customer. This bald middle-aged man, who was burying his head on the bar with a dirty cloth, purposefully rubbing a plate, felt the light on the door slightly dimmed, and then stunned for a moment to react.

He raised his head and squinted his eyes to see Brando, who walked into the hotel first, and Ferras and Lawrence, who were next to him, followed by Metissa and Charles, Freya with a tablet behind her, and Shipamira, who was wearing a linen robe beside her - a sacrificial young girl with her arms bare - seemed fine in such cold weather, and wondered whether the blessings of the Spirit of Mount Himilud had produced results or whether the life of the Bitter Brother had made her accustomed to such harsh conditions.

Lastly, it was Syd and the little prince who had just emerged from the stables, Haruzelah, tired of following the mercenary maiden after a long morning, as if she were abusive child labourers.

The trip to Brando did not bring too many people, because it was too dangerous to go to places where people lacked strength also went for nothing. So in addition to the necessary attendants, Brando only brought his own cards. In addition to these people, there were only ten of them, St. Mayfist, Babassa, and her witches and Aloz, who were preparing to rendezvous with the needle hills.

But there is an uninvited presence in this pedestrian.

The boss was still squeezing his eyes and measuring his own walking, and Brando couldn't help looking back at the person who had been following the team silently. She hasn't spoken a word to him yet and follows him so silently.

But in the face of Her Royal Highness, it is also difficult for him to ask what the other person is asking.

After everyone walked into the hotel, the bald innkeeper seemed to finally react, confirming that such a large group of people didn't seem to come to him to collect the debt. He stayed for a while and asked, "Are you guys staying here? ”

“What other services do you have besides accommodation? Isn't this a hotel?” Brando hasn't spoken yet, Fellas asks somewhat incomprehensibly.

“Ah, no, of course... no, welcome!” The bald boss jumped like the soles of his feet were burned, "do you need a room? There are plenty of available rooms in the hotel below to make sure you're happy. ”

“It's not just the room.” Brando finally said, "There's food. We just got here from Kurk. It's cold and hungry, you know? ”

“Yeah, this shithole is cold and hard in the wild at night, and tents and sleeping bags don't matter! I'm getting a good night's sleep today, and I'm eating ——” Phyllis couldn't resist a cheerful interception: “I'm going to roast venison, preferably with charcoal from Alfalfa Wild, oily, with spices —— preferably spices from the Luke Sea, which I can't accept with the vanilla and salt from St. Osor. Then give me a can of honey, butter cake, herring, a cup of pure Rusta's Golden House workshop black tea after dinner, and...”

The knight from Cruz was so upbeat that he seemed to have painted the cake first, full of hunger. But Brando hurried to interrupt him before he could say anything more outrageous, saying to the bald roof owner, who had already heard the noise, "Listen to him, roast venison —— if you don't, the Trout Pond Hotel should be for sale this time of year, you can go buy it. Turn left from here twice to the end of the street, I'm sure you've heard of it. ”

“As for the other stuff, you just don't hear it. But you can go buy some of the fish from Lake Valentine —— like the sturgeon and salmon that are on the market this season -- and make us a few decent dishes. I can pay you twice as much for all this, and if you can get honey, I'll give you another reward. ”

“The other ladies need some warm fruit wine," Brando glanced at the little prince: “And a glass of goat's milk, I don't care what you think. Don't play tricks with me. I know the rules better than you do. Understand? ”

The bald boss was slightly overwhelmed, realizing that the man in front of him was an old man and seemed to know the town better than he did. He couldn't help but look at Brando. Brando's Southern aristocracy costume made him a little strange. Rather, it should not be noble children, but mercenaries or adventurers who walked out all the time.

However, the bald boss did not dare to make it again. He hastily resigned and ordered the waiter to carry out Brando's request.

Brando just turned around and everyone looked at him in a bit of a surprise. Whether it's Metisa or Charles, or Freya or Sydney, or even Pahimira, who's new to the team, you know more or less that the lord is a master of swordsmanship, and the witches and the secrets of the elements make him hunt, and even the secrets of the witches, and he understands, as big as astronomical geography, as small as aristocratic rumours, as if there's nothing he can't handle.

Even privately Brando is an alchemist, blacksmith and scholar. But even so, they never imagined that Lord Lordship would have such a side.

That's not something that can be explained by learning.

At least in the eyes of others, the Count behaved like a skilled mercenary or adventurer. This is especially true in Sy's view, where she has seen such an 'aura' in the past only on mercenaries whose footprints are all over Eruin and even Cruz.

She couldn't help but stop and looked at her lord with a certain indignation. But such a consequence was that the little prince, who was frustrated in the back, hit the package of the Tianqing gun on her back and couldn't help but hum.

Haruze's painful hum seemed to break the silence.

Brando coughed as if he realized that his performance was a bit excessive. He couldn't help but glance at Phyllis angrily, and if it wasn't for this guy who didn't go through his head, he wouldn't have consciously displayed one side of the game in the past.

But he sighed slightly in his heart, and he knew that it wasn't all the fault of the other party. He couldn't help but take a look out through the hotel window, which really made him feel too familiar.

“As you know, I had an early experience studying abroad," he replied with an embarrassing smile, "I've dealt with adventurers and mercenaries in that time, and I've been out to sea...”

“So that's it.” Firas suddenly: “Count, you were a little Lord Veronica. As far as I can tell, Legion Leader, she was about your age, and I've heard of a man who joined the mercenary corps. ”

The young knight from Cruz seemed to have believed Brando's explanation without going through his brain, but that didn't mean that everyone had as few muscles as he did, and Brando saw more or less a bit of doubt among other gods. He felt that his explanation did not necessarily lead to everyone.

The first obvious question is, he's too young.

But this is clearly not the time, Brando has to sit down with his scalp. Fortunately, besides Laurena, Sy, Metisa, and Freya all have a blind trust in him, not saying much or asking too many questions to see Brando, each sitting in turn.

But it was at this point, when he thought he'd managed to escape a hijacking, that a cold, icy voice plugged in, “Brando, you said you'd been out at sea?” Brando looked up slightly and saw the knight who ended up sitting next to little Prince Haruze.

She seems to be from the North, the southerners with more common nosebleeds of mountain descent are taller and straighter, have slightly thicker lips, but do not destroy the fine beauty of the Five Officials, but show a slightly sexy taste.

But this sexiness did not make Nimaisi look glamorous; instead, she looked at him calmly with her slightly purple eyes, like a wolf staring at her prey.

She pressed her hand against the sword and grabbed the dark hair in front of her forehead.

Brando is also staring at each other, and this woman is the only uninvited guest on his team this time. He began to think that the princess was not reassured that the little prince had asked her to accompany him to protect him, but he had tried to get Haruze to work as a more dangerous escort in the convoy, but the other side did not seem to have stopped him.

This makes him very suspicious, not to mention the fact that, in the character of Her Royal Highness, full confidence has been expressed in him and, in general, there will be no tenderness to do more.

In fact, after a few days of probing, Brando was almost certain that the knight seemed to be coming for himself.

But it was hard for him to say exactly what her purpose was.

But just as Nimatis spoke, Brando seemed to hear a chirp in his heart: "Here we go!” He said secretly in his heart, then hesitated for a moment and replied, “What? ”

“I was just wondering where you went out of the ocean?” Nimaisie replied quietly, as if the tone had softened again. This is called Brando's slight flash because he didn't hear the tone of the other person's tone relative to the needle.

Instead, because of that familiar face, there was a hint of kindness.

“What's the point of asking? ”

“No," the knight shook her head: "I'm just suddenly more interested, Brando. Can you answer me? ”

Brando suddenly felt so weird that he didn't know why Nimatis suddenly didn't call him Mr. Brando like a princess, but called him by his name. This seemed like a sudden closing of distance made him feel a delusion that seemed to be being targeted.

But when he looked at the other person's face, he didn't know where to start -- could he refuse to learn? Brando shook his head first, obviously not. He suddenly realized where his anxiety had come from, and this moment Nimaisie was so much like that impression in his heart.

“I studied in the Karasu Plateau, where my teacher came from a black tower wizard and also had an apprenticeship status. Later, I went sailing with some people from today's Thurbens to St. Osor and some places further east..."

He hesitated for a moment and carefully fabricated the path. Fortunately, he has had a lot of experience, and even a lie doesn't bother him. And on the other side of history, he did go to these places. Even when asked, he was confident he could handle it.

But it didn't occur to me that the knight just looked at him, seemed a little strange and a little unfortunate. She sighed: "I see. I thought you'd been to the sparkling sea. From Port Gris, you can see the Kalanga mountains gleaming directly into the sky in a few days...”

“Such a scene must be beautiful. ”

When Brando heard this, he snapped in his heart and seemed to be stuck there for a moment.

At that moment, it seemed that he could no longer hear anything. All he had left in his mind was this phrase buzzing back: From Port Gris by boat, a few days later he could see the Kalanga mountains penetrating directly into the sky gleaming with light on the sparkling surface of the sea...

Isn't that a beautiful scene?

Yeah, beautiful, magnificent, inspiring.

……

(PS: No more cards today, I can't afford it, the starting point is inhumane, the birth forced me into a 20,000 strong baboon every day. The strong baboon is angry to ask for a monthly ticket, and the book evaluation area sells adorable services...) (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.)