The Amber Sword

Before evening, Brando had a secret road map of the hunters entering the forest. Thanks to the bald owner of the carriage house's hard publicity - or rather intimidation. Knowing that these secret paths are only known to hunters in the forest, each of them is a secret passed down by the hunter's fathers in the area, and it would hardly have been possible to hand them over to outsiders if it had not been for the safety of their families.

Of course, the identity of Count Brando and the Royal Knight also plays a major role, and ordinary people always have a subconscious awareness that a nobleman in the Hall of Fame does not need the secrets at their disposal at all.

Instead, they were greatly grateful to hear that another knight from the royal family wanted to save their loved ones themselves, even offering to be a guide to Brando's travelers, but they were rejected by Brando Mandarin - not that he thought he could be more familiar with the forests of the north than the natives, but - for this convenience, bringing a burdensome one, which is really unpaid.

Time soon approached sunset.

A round of red sunshine leans into the mountains of the West Bank of Lake Valentine, and the sunset stains the entire world into a golden blush. Under this twilight, a convoy of just one wagon is leaving the North Gate of Light Water Town. Brando rode the horse in front of the team, marching along the moon-toothed beach by the lake, and his shadow was dragged by the oblique yang as if it were a scissor in the shadowy north of the Arather Forest in front.

Brando looked up at the forests buried in the shadows of the mountains, like the black canopy layers lined up with countless nails that stretched into the gray backdrop of Canary Mountain, a vast cedar forest.

A string of horseshoes rang behind his ears.

Brando turned back to the side and saw a bright purple color. Charles' robe floated slightly in the evening breeze, riding across a chestnut-coloured horse and catching up from behind. Compared to other scholarly wizards, the young wizard is undoubtedly one of the best because of a period of experience as a knight's apprentice and thus more or less mastered some horsemanship.

“Hey, Lord.” Charles Snow White's hand grabbed the reins, one held the cane, and said a special hello to him: “I just got something interesting that you must want to see. ”

Brando was too lazy to look at this laughing-hip guy, and in his view, the eastern sky faded slightly in the evening and seemed to pour out a clear shallow blue. A few white stars adorn the night sky of the wavy blue. If hidden, a cool breeze blows across the lake, and the floating golden crushed light swings over the waves, like a few light belts.

He showered the wind at night and hummed softly: "What is it? ”

He knew very well that this followed the character of the guy who had been following him for a while, and if he showed too much interest, this guy might have had to be proud to sell him the Guan.

Charles laughed, “The hotel bill...”

Brando thought that the bald guy finally snuck his hands and feet on the bill, and he couldn't help but sigh - even if it was a troublemaker, it would still be pulled out - which was disappointing. “Municipal folk, no need to compare with him. ”

“No, no, no,” Charles shook his head. “I don't think he's that dumb. Have any of us replenished the hotel yet? ”

Brando whispered: “Supplements? Of course not, but you can ask the Laurennas, maybe they bought something. ”

“I have asked, and they do not know, Lord. ”

Brando turned around and looked at the fox. The convoy made its last resupply at Fort Kurk, after which there was no need to add any more supplies - he cautioned: “What the hell is going on? ”

“I asked the waiter...”

“- Charles, say the point. Sell Guan again and I'll kick you into the lake.” Brando answered in a bad way.

“All right,” Charles surrendered quickly, raising his hand: "Lord, this is what the waiter said, these things that the little girl with us asked him to do. ”

“And then he counts it on us?” Brando was a little confused to hear about this place: "Does he think we're in on this little girl? ”

“It was a group of people - but the little girl said it herself, if the waiter wasn't lying.” Charles stalled his horse.

“Wait!” Brando reacted. "You said she left us the bill? ”

“I'm afraid so, Lord,” Sharhaha smiled, "succeeding in seizing Lord Groudin and compelling the Orthodox aristocracy to acknowledge. Guardian of all confidence and hope, saved the rings of the wind, went to Ambesseur to defeat Grand Duke Sifah and Temple of Fire, never ate any loss Count Tonigle, did not expect to finally turn the boat in the hands of a little girl today - I'm sure nobody will believe that. ”

Brando raised his head, straightened up, facing the forest, and urged the horses to run faster. He squeezed his eyes in the wind and turned back and said, "Yeah, that's terrible. ”

Charles could not help but see his lord's proud face. He naturally couldn't catch up with Brando, who was only able to scream in the back: "... Sir, how do I feel about the way you have succeeded in your plot? ”

Brando smiled a little, but didn't answer. He's not just in a good mood, he's very good —— the name Micah Everett is famous in history, Arucher's witch, traitor, golden witch, equality and skepticism businesswoman, but one of the most famous ——

Undoubtedly the ruler of Bunoson, lord of the winter kingdom, king of witches.

She is the master of time and the sky, heir to the nothingness of the witch Yuvkireya, and has been hailed as the most unique of the twelve witches. Because she was a witch and pursued a path of rebellion from her established destiny, she was once called a ‘traitor’ by the witches.

But such a rebel was eventually recognized by the crown of winter and became the first Witch King of the Unified Twelve Witches a thousand years later.

Mikaya was Eruin, but before the Third Black Rose War, she left Eruin with her teacher for Cruz. Until then, the King of Witches had lived in Arucher, Lantoniland, and was therefore known as Arucher's Witch.

Since then, Mikaya has lived in abject displacement for almost three decades, and when she became king of witches, Eruin had long since ceased to exist. So Brando and the Witch King don't intersect much, and the name is like one of many stars floating in the Vaughn sky, brilliant, but it's just a wave in the long river of history.

But the meaning is slightly different now--

Mikaya is still a little girl, but her talents are unquestionable. Brando now wonders if the 'parents' in her mouth really exist because she looks more like an orphan. It's rude to think so, but it's really good news for Brando.

It is obviously much easier to seduce an isolated little girl in a calm, euphoric environment than to persuade a couple of aristocrats to hand over their children to him. From Mikaya's behavior, she must have been naked or lost with her parents.

But Brando didn't turn the horse because he remembered that Mikaya was officially a witch around March next year. Until then, he had plenty of time, and anyway he had told the owner of the coach house to keep an eye on him - although he didn't think he would stay in shallow water town after the murder, with that little girl showing her indulgence and wisdom.

But it's okay, there's still time.

Brando swept in the wind with his own horse, softening his breath. With such fine young men as Eruin Sanjie, the Goddess of Martial Arts, Antitina, Beru, Tama, and Cagris, and the king of witches from the other end of history, more and more talented people are gathering on this big boat that sailed out of the storm.

Eruin's history, perhaps, is about to change.

From evening until the early hours of the night, everyone in the convoy saw the young lord running under the moon, and he ran around the edge of the forest and back to his place of origin, seemingly in an extraordinary and unexpected mood.

Few, however, understood what the Count thought in his heart, that only a slightly cooler eye would always stare silently at the clippings under the moon.

Summer nights always come extraordinarily late. Though a full moon had already run over the green gray Chongshan, the burning evening summer was unwilling to retract its last glimmer until after eight o'clock, when the forest by the lake was completely darkened. If it was around Tonigal, there would have been bugs in the forest by now, but the cedar forest seemed exceptionally cold.

The falling temperatures and the clotted white frost on the pine trees seem to be out of line with this time.

But Brando didn't slow the convoy down, he went back to the carriage, urging people to stay on track. Step forward from here into the Foy crossroads and enter the North Alasse Forest completely. Far from the needle hills, the Cedar Forest is home to Frost Demons, a 20-plus monster that even skilled hunters can easily conquer.

Of course, it depends on traps and cooperation.

But what Brando was looking for was a more beautiful creature, and the first night in the woods was especially important to him ——

He tightened the reins, slowed the horses down, bypassed the wagon full of supplies, and carefully checked the condition of the coach and the wheels. Proceeding on uneven roads in the forest in cold weather is particularly costly for heavy wagons and therefore requires greater caution.

Brando has had many adventures and naturally has relevant experience.

But he walked to the other end and saw a familiar face. Sitting on a pitch-black horse, the knight grabbed the horse with her hands and looked at him calmly, as if waiting for him here for too long:

“The first night is important, right? ”

Her voice was calm and cool.

After the night dropped, the cold wind began to bring a hint of chill, as if it had swept through the forest, and Brando shivered for a moment. He grabbed the reins with one hand and looked at the knight:

“Who the hell are you? ”

“It doesn't matter, let the others camp.” Nimaisie swept Sandalwood's hair behind her ears and swept him with an eye angle on the horse's back: “You come with me and bring your three servants. ”

She turned her horse and left him a handsome shadow.

“Wait...” Brando stayed.

“Idiot,” replied Nimacey, “don't ask so many pointless questions, isn't your mission to catch the crystal deer, I know it's there. ”

It's like a lightning bolt falling from the sky, falling straight on Brando, making him completely frozen there.

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(PS: With the consent of Lord Nicole, you mighty baboons rest today. Mainly to consolidate quality and continue to erupt tomorrow at 10,000. Someone else asked me for an update plan around the next month, and I'll see about that. I'm going out on the 2nd, and if I can get rid of the deposits by then, I'll keep 10,000 updates.) (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.)