The Amber Sword

“The structure of the Council of Things Together is composed of a Presbyterian and a Privy Council, a sub-parliament whose members call themselves members, many of whom are inextricably linked to the nobility of nations, even of themselves, such as Anlek, the Grand Duke of Sifah and the Marquis of Uxi; the number of members of the Council of Things Together cannot be counted, but most of them are connected to the Council of Things Together. It's not tight, they get more from the return of everything, and they pay less —— it's actually a means of bringing everything back to the human heart, and they have some evil black magic, unknown information channels, laying in the staff, and providing access to unseen stolen goods —— like the slave trade that never ends in Cruz, St. Osor and Eruin. These illegal activities, which have been banned by ordinance, are unfortunately quite popular within the nobility and thus a breeding ground for evil, through which the cults lure you and those of our already filthy nobility into decadence, as a bond between them, slowly corrupting them and making them a core member, I think, of which the minority nobility is one. ”

The poet was a little sad to hear. It was not quite like the aristocratic circle she had imagined. It was hard for her to imagine that all her friends might be lurking in a cult, and she frowned. “Mr. Brando, are you telling the truth? How could you...”

“Poetry, you are not deeply involved, so you do not know how dangerous the world is. Brando said most of it was true, imperial nobility, hey...” Veronica sighed.

When they were finished, Brando Murmer knew that Veronica had reason to sigh, because she was herself a member of the nobility, naturally saddened by the decay and decadence of this class as a whole, and he was otherwise thought to be the heir of the Holy Sword Darus, inheriting the glory of the Highland Knight, but only Brando himself understood that he had a more noble, The lonely soul, then he continued: “The Privy Council is composed of the Speaker of the Privy Council and one hundred and thirteen members of the Privy Council, who will wear a ring of silver serpents and call each other 'Your Excellency', fighting for a common goal, which is to restore the world to the reign of the Dragon of Dusk; to become a Privy Member, there are generally two requirements, first of all, to have a fanaticism of the teachings to which all things belong. And the wise belief, second, is that the strength of itself is above the element of chemistry, and the last time we killed Amman was supposed to be a member of the Privy Council, and I found this thing in his dimensional hole.” Brando pulled out a shiny silver ring that was wrapped around a double snake and tied to each other's tail.

Veronica snorted slightly, a little disdainfully, and when all is returned, there will be one hundred and thirteen members of the Catalyst, but the Temple of Fire has more Temple Knights than this, and even the Horseman of Fire alone, far beyond that number, and the core force of all that is returned to her is no more than she seems. Brando felt this emotion, but he did not immediately warn, but went on to say: "As for the Presbyterian and the Speaker of the Privy Council, none of these men's identities have been seen, and even a few of them are unclear, except that their existence has been mentioned in piecemeal intelligence. But I think that these people should not be inferior to the twelve shepherds of the herders, but should be similarly powerful. ”

Veronica nodded and endorsed the speculation. But she raised her head and shot two sharp glances in her green eyes, both of which fell on Brando's face: “The message was also from the Black Tower Wizard. ”

“No, these are Charles' lifetime surveys.” Brando smiled and answered bambooshly.

Veronica took a look at him, she had already learned about Brando's identity from the news of the Temple, and naturally Charles's identity. She knew that Charles had been investigating everything for quite some time before he disappeared. Even the knowledgeable noblemen believed that the genius of the Highland Wizard had been killed by the return of all things to his hands. These were mistakes of the past, and the Temple of Fire had played a disgraceful role in it. The head of the women's regiment had some doubts, but did not want to get involved in this topic.

“Generally, the council of elders rarely intervenes in things between worlds, and of course we don't know much about some of their powers. But it is true that universal force is in the hands of the Speaker of the Privy Council, of which two are the most famous: the Chaos Order, and the knights of the Black Armor, whom we see now, they have an alternate name, the Knight of Order. These two acts of force can only be mobilized by virtue of a Privy Order signed by the President of the Privy Council himself, which shows that it is likely that Alex will soon be promoted to the position of Privy Councillor and that, if coincidentally enough, he may be trying to fill the vacancy created by Amman's death -"

“Oh," Veronica smiled softly: “So it's still our responsibility. ”

“That is why it is our duty today to continue to keep this vacancy vacant.” Brando puts it playfully: “Eluin's nobles often yell at the expense of the House of Lords, and I think there must be the same problem when everything comes home, so let's find a way to help them solve it. ”

This is a joke for all, except for the Cruz nobility who accompanied them, because Brando's words were also double-edged swords, and they were harshly ironic. “You're so funny, Mr. Brando.” The scholar lady naturally heard what Brando had to say and couldn't help but whisper a compliment.

But a little behind Miss Xuexi, Sy appeared a little confused. She looked at the poem slightly jealously and then touched the ring on her finger with fear.

“I am serious, but I would like to remind you that the first qualification of the Return of Things Privy Council members is fanaticism and wisdom, and as for the true fanatics, this is actually the least they lack.” Brando replied.

“What do you mean?” Veronica suddenly heard what he was saying.

“As far as I know, the Order's Dead Knights are no smaller than 30,000 men, most of whom have the strength that we now say we see. And in the secular force to which everything belongs, the Order of the Dead is still far below the Order of Chaos.” Brando said slowly.

Everyone suddenly understood the reason for coming to Brando to make them feel a little restless, and it was indeed prudent to face the enemy of such a huge thing.

“But Alex must die not only because of the portal fragments in his hands, but also because of his identity, because I think some of us here have more reason to take revenge.” Brando glanced at Paia and the Hunter Girl held her hands into fists, shuddering slightly all over her body. It was a long time before she opened her eyes and looked at Brando complexly with those dark, wild eyes, panting and answering: "Thank you, Lord Knight. ”

People already understood what Brando meant. In fact, when they saw the dragon flying into the sky, they understood that Anrek must have been waiting for the frost dragon with frost teeth to fly out of the nest, but he could not guess that he had made a fatal mistake.

In the distance, the bodies of two hunters fell silently on the snow fields, and the frozen blood from the berth was visible.

Further afield, the members of Anrek's reunion with his men had begun to enter the narrow crack, where the noble militiamen were queued up, driven in first, followed by the Black Knights of the Dead of Order, and slowly entered in three batches, followed by Anrek and several close guards.

Brando rubbed his hand cold and watched the scene. He didn't dare come too close. Although he didn't have much of a problem with himself, he didn't dare to guarantee that others would not be noticed. Silver Knight Sylvia, next to Alex, was an expert in real life elements, not to mention a few witches. Brando also had little faith in the Cruz nobles brought by Veronica, and in fact the magical silence of the team had been maintained, with the exception of Metissa, who could be contacted through the higher-level authority of the brigade magician, whose channels of communication with the outside world were completely closed.

No one can guarantee that those around them are not members of a congregation.

“Those guys around Anrek, you see, little guy? ”

“There are a few wizards I have not seen before, nor do I remember, and I think they must be members of the Return of Things to Society. The guy from Dejar was actually in there, and I thought he was dead. No wonder he didn't find the body after the Ambethel War.” Brando nodded.

“Shall we wait for them out here?” The poet asks.

“No, there are plenty of ice caves underneath Frost Fang, and there are plenty of passages inside. We have to find a way to keep up and surprise the Grand Duke.” Brando replied.

“Now?”

“Just a moment. ”

“But Mr. Brando, didn't you say there was a frosty young dragon in there?” The poet turned around and looked at him curiously and asked.

“As I said, it's cowardly. ”

……

Starr was indeed timid, whether he himself - no, Bendragon admitted it or not. One of the reasons he lived in those dark blue ice caves like a spider web was to escape the danger. This is a very comfortable point, as it is now, where he can put his claws on the ice crevices covered in blue and white cracks, hiding in the shadows, and his green eyes spying on the uninterrupted visitors.

Although in recent times it has begun to find it increasingly difficult to move between these cracks.

Anrek's team is actually just a short distance from the Stars, but nobody realizes that there's a dragon lurking around them. Behind the semi-transparent ice walls, Sta's vast white body with light blue, those staggered ice prisms seemed to be his natural cover, and he ordered his followers - a bunch of white-haired, smelly ice caves - to attack those humans, while he himself created a collapse behind them.

… (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.)