The Amber Sword

“Nimaise woo...” Brando silently covered His Royal Highness's mouth and turned around to look at the woman under the carriage: a long black sandalwood hair lined with snow-blown skin, adorned with ruby-like pristine lips, a smile in the corner of her mouth, dark eyes, black and white, wrapped in her perfect figure of the sorcerer's leather armor as red as fire.

That very unique warm smile was so familiar to Brando's eyes, as if it surfaced from a dusty memory, rippled in circles, and that friendly face reappeared in front of him.

Brando almost cried.

“What's your ID, your first game? ”

“Join my team, Sophie. ”

“So cute, there's one in the game with his real name. ”

“My name is Baihui, and I am your predecessor. Oh, I didn't know we had such a cute little boy in college. ”

Brando's heart seemed like a giant whirlpool, with a wave of shock, but he took a gentle breath and calmed down his turbulent mood. “I am Viscount Cadell, who are you?” He could almost feel his hands trembling slightly, knowing that it was a memory of the past in front of him and had long been turned into smoke, but he still couldn't help but want to greet each other.

Even if it's the last word. The world's sisters, they can't see each other anymore.

“Hello, Viscount, we are the 'red travelers' of the mercenary regiment. You must have heard our name. Today we are in charge of security outside Mengjinteng Palace, you can call me White.” White smiled and introduced herself.

But the time of the past is long gone, and what he sees now is long gone. At that time, the sisters remained optimistic. Red traveler, who was meant to symbolize the eternal march in the direction of the sunset, everyone had promised to cross the Black Forest and explore exactly what that end of the world was.

But the fate of all is ultimately inextricably linked to the sorrow of this kingdom.

The warm lights of Menstros were the same as they are today, when he stood in front of the door with Sister Bai. But now, there's only one sister left in his memory. Afterwards, all he remembered was a burning palace in the sea of fire, and a home-like team had collapsed.

Brando nodded at Baiqiao: "I know you, you're travelers. ”

Although adventurers also exist among Aboriginal people, NPCs commonly refer to travelers as players. This is an exquisite title, because after all, the players are only passengers of Warnde, and although they are involved, everything that happens in this world ultimately doesn't really matter to them.

“Ahoy, this NPC is kind of funny, Sister Bai.” A voice plugged in. A young girl with a wheat-colored skin and short hair wearing a dragon scale armor with a big sword came from somewhere and looked at Brando curiously and said.

Players are so uncontrollable, but sometime they call themselves NPCs, Brando can't help laughing.

“Ahhh - I'm sorry, I know, it's rude of me to say that, Sister Bai. I apologize to him first, Mr. Viscount. I'm so sorry.” The girl replied with a big grin, "but maybe next time she'll talk like that. I can't always remember, I'm sorry. ”

“You're welcome, I know your character, Miss Black Tea.” Brando smiled a little - and his memorable peer conversation made him feel interesting.

Black tea stunned and glared at her beautiful eyes: "Wow, am I so famous?” She turned around and grabbed the whitewash beside her and said with some surprise: “Sister, have you seen it? I am also a famous person! Two months of prestige isn't wasted! ”

Brando shook his head. Black tea is the brigade's second best, but it's a real actionist, which of course is euphemism, to be honest is to do things without going through the brain.

"Well, Your Highness has been waiting for a long time, Viscount. ”

“Your Highness? ”

“And Miss Beddis, Her Royal Highness has prepared a special private feast for you, and I will let the black tea take you directly.” Baiqiao replied.

Brando knew that Princess Griffin was unlikely to know Viscount Cadell and Beddis, because Viscount Cadell, as a lost man, should have died long ago, and that the assassination of Princess Griffin would have taken place before the end of the first century, when Her Royal Highness would naturally have no connection with this Viscount. The only possibility is that Kaddell's dream is once again intertwined with his, and history is always a coincidence, which means that this Viscount may have experienced about the same scene.

Perhaps he was assassinated as the heart of a princess in the Middle Ages of the previous dynasty, or of a princess in the surrounding region, for conveying a message of danger to Her Royal Highness, or perhaps his remorse stems from the failure of the mission.

Brando's imagination: But what does this have to do with his fiancée? Why did he choose Haruze as a complement to this dream? There are better people on the team.

In anticipation of the next private feast, Brando led the way through the Palazzo Quinten in Menstros with black tea, where Princess Griffin lived near a garden deep in the Palazzo Quinten, where she has lived alone since returning to Corcova in the province of Anlek.

The Palace of Kinteng had long since been abandoned following the civil war, with few people in Nodak's palace and only occasionally a few women rushing by. Blacktea chirped along the way, and Brando chatted with her without a match, and didn't even look cold. He had a good relationship with black tea in his previous life and deliberately spoke with each other's sexuality, making the latter greatly lament that there are people in NPC who know their players this well.

The private feast was held right in the garden and the three of them soon arrived in the garden. Naturally black tea is not eligible to participate in this level of NPC secret meeting, leave first, Brando looks like she has received experience in the task, can not help but some exclamation, when he was one of them.

But this dream seemed so real that all the details came from his heart.

Brando walked the little prince into the garden, and he walked around a short rosy fence and saw a figure in the gazebo not far away.

Brando couldn't help but move slightly when he saw the figure.

This is the twenty-second year of Her Royal Highness's reign, a year in which the eldest princess has long faded away the greenery of the young girl, with more nobility and elegance from her superiors. Princess Griffin stood there, like an ice-crafted rose, with a slightly raised tipped chin symbolizing some pride belonging to the royal family, her bright eyes elongated, her inner firmness mysterious and wise, unchanged by a long curly silver hair, still scattered over her favorite silver dress.

She was a lot taller than the little princess Brando had seen, and her forehead could almost reach the tip of his nose without raising her head to face him.

If Princess Griffin in the first Black Rose War was still a green girl, she is now a charming mature woman. She has a magnificent beauty, high and serene.

Before Brando and Haruze were noticed, the eldest princess - half the queen of Eruin, to be exact - was thinking alone about something. Her most beloved woman stood behind her and glanced at Brando and Haroozer to stop.

Princess Griffin raised her head.

One thing that hasn't changed about her is the bright and sharp color of her eyes, which represents her firm or outsider's determination to judge her as stubborn. And even at the last moment of her life, she never changed.

With this glance, Haruze, who had placed his hand on Brando's, couldn't help but hold his hand a little nervously. ”The little princess lowered her head in fear.“ Sister, sister... ”

It's like an instinct in the blood, even though Princess Griffin has changed a lot, but Haruze recognized at first glance that the stranger and familiar person in front of her is her own sister. Even though he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand why his sister is like this. It was as if years had passed by, and her eyes made him even more afraid to look at it.

As soon as Brando heard Haruze's voice, he sweated a cold sweat. He thought that His Royal Highness had become at least a little brave. He didn't expect to see his sister reveal herself.

“Sister, Mr. Viscount, you're here.” But what he did not expect was that His Royal Highness would turn to them slightly and say so. Soft as a fairy faraway song.

Brando almost beamed to react. ‘The unsung relies on similar scenarios in the dreams of others to recall a little bit of their own irreversible past.’ In this dream, Bedis is Princess Griffin's sister, which suggests that Viscount Cadell's fiancée may also really be a princess - the Viscount gradually recovers some memory fragments.

No wonder he chose Haruze. Indeed, Haruze's relationship with Princess Griffin in his dreams fits best with his memory.

“But isn't this guy a man or woman?” Brando's heart is filled with belly defamation.

“Mr. Viscount, you know what I mean today when I risk letting you come to Bedice?” Princess Griffin has spoken again.

“Hmm?”

Brando looked strangely at Her Royal Highness, and her words made him misty. Fortunately, however, he knew that it was not entirely his memory, and that Viscount Cadell was the one who dominated the dream, which might make him both familiar and unfamiliar.

With this kind of psychological preparation, Brando calms down a lot.

“Grand Duke Anrek will be here tonight as well...”

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(PS: Let's start with a chapter today and resume the update first. It's a bit of a karma scene, but after discussing it with your lord Nicole, I finally found a nod. Woo.) (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.)