The Amber Sword

“When, of course.” Haruze replied stubbornly.

“Thank you, little brother.” The little girl thanked her again and lifted her skirt and sat down next to the future king of Eruin.

However, Haruze obviously has no consciousness as a Crown Prince. His face is almost as red as a ripe apple. He looks helpless as if he wants to be closer to the little girl and is afraid to encounter each other to cause discomfort.

Brando couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the scene, little prince, not to say that he was a member of the royal family, not even an ordinary aristocratic descendant could be compared, I really don't know how Ovewell and his sister taught him.

But he came up with another interesting question, and if Haruze really liked this little girl, what would happen to Ike and Yura's daughter, Irala, in the future?

Is this a change in history?

He couldn't help but close his eyes and stare at the little girl. To be honest, he also appreciated the little girl. In this era of Eruin, the daughters of the average civilian family were mostly unlikely to have such a generous figure, while the children of aristocratic families, mostly travelling, had long forgotten the courtesy of the sage.

In Brando's mind, Faina is typical. Luckily, the girl wasn't bad enough to give him too much trouble. Instead, it's another...

He couldn't bear to have a headache when he thought of the Prime Minister.

But while he was thinking, he suddenly heard Laurena ask with some concern, "What's your name, little girl? ”

The little girl looked up at the female knight and answered with a nasty voice: "My mother had said that the name could not be given to strangers. But I know you're a good person, so I can whisper to you--"

Then she pasted it, and Ear whispered to Laurena, "My name is Mikaya, big sister. ”

But while this was said in silence, at least half of those present heard it clearly. With the exception of the little prince and his greatly diminished powers, Charles, Metisa, and Hippamilla, Brando, Freya, Sy, Nimaisi, and Phyllas all heard a clear message - after all, being more powerful than silver, it was easy to feel acutely enough to hear a whisper so close to the next little girl.

But the Mountain Girl and Freya naturally wouldn't say it, and Phyllis wasn't there at all, and in fact he was coveting and staring at Brando's tin of honey.

Only Brando picked a slight eyebrow out of four.

Mikaya--

The name sounds familiar.

He got a little alert, and now he's very keen on this feeling. Because in the past, there were too many stories about background, history, and information in the game, and no one could know all about it, but most had a certain visibility of names and events, more or less leaving a mark in the mind of the player.

The deeper the trail, the more important the event is. And knowing the Black Rose War is an event that will never be forgotten for Brando.

His familiar but unrecognizable name means that there are two possibilities.

One possibility is that the name itself represents something that is not remarkable, but that has occupied a place in history. Another possibility is that the owner of the name may be very famous, but the crossing with him is modest.

The former, such as the replacement of some small local lords, and the latter, such as the owner of sub-seats in the Buga 12-member parliament. Though the twelve-member parliaments of the Silver People are all terrible, Brando can't really name several other people besides William and Tullaman.

Of course, seeing a name may remind you of the other person's identity, but it's not that easy to remember every detail.

With that in mind, he couldn't help but get up a little serious. And in the meantime, he sees Nimmasis, the knight opposite him, with some serious eyes on the little girl--

But the little girl was more acute than he thought. She seemed to notice Brando's anomaly and looked up at him with some fear: "Uncle, what's wrong? ”

Uncle... Uncle?

Brando almost didn't spit out his blood. Even on his birthday next month, he was 21 years old! Twenty-one! How did you become an uncle?

He took a deep breath and finally calmed down. Forget it, it's no big deal to be called uncle at the age of his other soul. He paused and asked in what he thought was the gentlest voice: "Little sister, you said your name was Mikaya? What's your full name? ”

Brando dared to assure himself that his face at that moment must be the most gentle, and would never be mistaken for lumpy Lollipop to lump Laurie's weird uncle - but he soon found out that it was just his illusion.

Mikaya glanced at him with some fear and suddenly slipped off the chair, carefully answering: “My name is Mikaya, uncle. My mom and dad will be here soon. I'm leaving first. Thank you--”

Then she bowed to everyone and ran outside.

“Wait...” Brando snapped and was about to reach for the little girl. But it was at this time that he saw a man coming in outside the hotel door.

As soon as he entered the hotel, he shouted to this side: "Yes, my lord! ”

Brando noticed that the guy was shaking bald, and this was the owner of the hotel who had been called out to help him find out, and when he saw this guy, Brando swallowed the words back down his throat. He glanced at the little girl, Mikaya, who had arrived near the counter for a short while.

Forget it, Brando had to sigh - there would be opportunities in the future, and it was clear that his most important task was not to investigate the identity of a little girl. Instead, what matters to him now is the news that the bald boss brought back.

I don't know if he's found anything useful.

He looked in that direction, and the bald innkeeper had come to them panting. He looked at Brando with great admiration and gasped, "My lord, you are so godly.”

“Straight to the outcome.” Brando lost a gold coin in the past, knowing this guy's trick.

“I've asked, and it's strange that the hunters went straight into the woods without any preparation, and I haven't heard anyone so bold in years.” The owner laughed and put away the gold coins, nagging and answering: “They didn't have the tools, they didn't even have the supplies, so they went insane. ”

“They're not crazy," Laurena's voice plugged in, interrupting his words, "because someone had supplies for them. ”

“Who?” The innkeeper stunned.

Everyone sitting here, except him, looked at each other with a clear glimpse, even including Phyllas, who had always reacted slowly.

Who prepares supplies for those hunters?

Naturally, it's just that cunning fox of Alex's.

Since there have been few records of merchant arrivals and departures in recent times. So Brando is almost certain that Alec did not enter Shallow Town at all, but that they still need local guidance, after all, it is not possible for everyone to be as familiar with the forest as he is.

So he can deduce that Anrek must have bypassed Shallow Town by sending people to hire some local hunters and then went straight into the forest.

Once you have this clue, it's much easier to keep track of the next...

Brando's eyes calmed down, and he dropped the map and asked, "When did those hunters get into the forest? ”

“A week ago, my lord.” The innkeeper took the money and naturally did everything he could without hesitation, he replied.

One week. Brando sighed a little bit, and it's not that long, and it's quite possible that Anrek hasn't crossed the northern part of the Arather Forest yet.

But it cannot be delayed any longer, and they must leave immediately.

Until then, of course, he will have to gain more advantage. He raised his head, and Lawrenna and her fiancé, Phyllas, looked at the lord with a little admiration, although filtering useful information from useless rumors was actually just the most basic mandatory lesson for most senior adventurers and mercenaries, but Brandoton rose to a wise height in the eyes of a 'novice' who had only left the house for the first time.

Brando was pulling a roll of parchment paper from under the cape and throwing it in front of the hotel owner: "You, read this. ”

“Me?” The innkeeper was slightly stunned by Brando's sudden move. In his earlier impression, the young aristocrat, though very capable, was not too different from the dudes. But it seemed like suddenly, the nobleman opposite him had changed his appearance, and the feeling was like a sword coming out of a sheath, becoming sharp.

Brando nodded at the parchment and nodded at him.

The innkeeper picked up the sheepskin roll and slowly opened it. But he had just finished the first row, and almost threw this thing out with a shiver.

“King... Knights of the Royal Family... My Lord, are you the Knight of the Royal Family?” The owner of the hotel was pale and couldn't help but ask stubbornly. He asked while wiping a sweat.

Brando nodded - this is one of the identities Princess Griffin had assigned him, and in fact after the Battle of Ambethel, with the support of the Temple of Fire, the princess's power could almost be regarded as Eruin's orthodox. With the exception of the northern nobility, Alec, who collaborates with the Return of Things, has long been declared a target of great evil and wanted communications by the Temple.

So it can now be said that the difference in identity between him and the Duke is a complete loss compared to when he first ‘stole’ the title of Groudin from Tonigal. He used to be a real bandit, rebel and bandit, but now Alex is the cult wanted by the Temple of Fire.

That being the case, of course, he must make good use of the advantages of this apparent reversal of identity. Brando pushed the parchment to the hotel owner and said, “So now you know who we are? ”

“My lord.” The bald innkeeper replied sweaterfully.

“Don't worry, we're not here to get you in trouble," Brando said, looking at how fast this guy was scared to death. I have to say comforting words: "But I can tell you clearly now that the men who let you go into the woods before you were just a bunch of poor, evil cults ——”

“Sir, you mean the hunters are cults?” I don't know where the courage came from, but the hotel owner was surprised to interrupt Brando's words.

Brando was speechless for a moment, "No, I mean the guys who hired them to go in. ”

“Oh, shit!” When I heard that, the hotel owner suddenly jumped like he had been burned to the bottom of his foot: “So, aren't those hunters in the mountains dangerous? ”

Brando was relieved, and he didn't expect the greedy and city guy to be worried about someone else and couldn't help but give a slight glimpse of appreciation. He nodded, "Exactly, so go find the hunters' families —— their wives, their daughters, their parents, and the people they know. They must know the path that hunters are used to taking into the forest this time of year. ”

He paused and continued: "We have to catch up with the cults before they do. ”

“Do you understand? ”

The bald innkeeper nodded his chest and assured Brando that he would find the people involved immediately. Brando was so lazy to ignore this guy that he finally got rid of him and turned around and saw Freya somewhat worried, and he said, "Are those hunters really in danger, Brando? ”

“There is definitely danger, but for the time being, the problem is small," Brando thought, answering, "at least until he leaves the frost forest, he will definitely not touch them. ”

“Count, so you said that just to get him to hurry up?” Laurena asked somewhat puzzlingly, "But wouldn't that leave the hunter's family alone? ”

Brando shook his head: "The sooner we can catch up to Alex, the better. I'm afraid the guy's too careful to waste unnecessary time, and besides, it's better to worry than the real dead. ”

“I see, you're right.” The knight nodded.

Brando turned around and looked at the innkeeper climbing out the door, and that bald bald head looked prominent on the street. He took a gentle breath and looked down at the map that was spreading out on the table. His eyes moved subconsciously around Lantoniland, but suddenly he saw a familiar place name:

Arucher.

Arucher, Mikaya...

The moment in Brando's mind seemed to flash a bright light. In his heart he couldn't bear to scream, “Damn, Arucher, Mikaya--”

“The little girl is the future king of witches! ”

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