The Amber Sword

A golden tortoise climbed slowly up the smooth surface of the hourglass. The barb on its feet did nothing on the glass. It tried several times in a row before climbing up with the wooden support rod of the hourglass, but it had just climbed to the top and was tossed down by a white finger. It slammed its wings with anger and sand, but helplessly fell back on the walnut table, twirling, turning over and starting to repeat the previous move.

The windows swayed brightly, dripping green leaves from the top of the window, downstairs Mrs. Camille was trimming the branches by the short rose bush, the garden in the courtyard was a relic of the Groutin period, but Mrs. Camille was a senior noble courtier specially hired by Antilles from Antilles. Madame was not accustomed to Toniguer's hot climate, but only praised the character of the Antillean noble lady, considering her a truly skilful lady within a hundred miles, not less than the princess of one country, and it was likely that she had seen such a master, and the noble lady nodded her head and promised to go to the poor countryside of Cold Cedar.

“Brando, you... you don't blame me, do you?” In the study, Aloz 'rare -- or even rare -- low eyebrows glanced at Brando, and a tall, colorful, white man beside him looked at the scene in amazement. When did this mother tyrannosaurus ever have such a gentle side in his memory? Of the three scourges of the Dragon Nation, Aloz will be at the top of the list, and I'm afraid no one will believe her if she gets out the way she is. He thought it must be an illusion, or the sun was too big outside today, shaking his eyes.

Strangely enough, after the end of the summer, temperatures did not rise backwards, and the weather had recently heated up a day, as if it had returned to the hottest days of the summer.

It hasn't rained in over two weeks.

“Lord, this is not Miss Aroz's fault, it is my negligence.” Side by side Metisa hurried and said softly.

When Brando glanced at the little princess of the Silver Elf, he realized in his heart that it was mostly the negligence of the Little Mother Dragon. She took the star stone as a stool at the time, and then went to save people completely forgot about it, and Metissa didn't even realize it, so she let Alec seize the opportunity. Now that Sy disappeared in the explosion, the Little Mother Dragon was in panic all day, but Brando didn't expect her to care so much about her attitude, which made him a little angry. In fact, he was not worried about Sy. Milos' myth appeared in time to shelter everyone present when the big explosion occurred. The father of the Frost Giant also confirmed that the Mountain Girl was not buried in the explosion.

If the words of a god are not enough to be trusted, then the failure to find Tianqing's gun in the ruins proves the same fact from the side. The problem now is where Sy disappeared, but this is not the main problem. Sy's current strength is less than hers, so Brando is not very worried about what will happen to mountain girls. If, according to Milos, she did not die in the Big Bang, most of it because of something that was delayed, and now the knights and mercenaries sent out from the territory and Lantoniland to find someone, there is so much around the Dead Frost Forest, and now that the explosion is in Pingchuan, I believe there will be news soon.

Though he was still worried about Sy's condition, he was not furious about it.

But what really bothered him -- the death of Alex.

Once Anrek died, the news that he was the dragon of darkness could not be hidden. The matter had always been a hidden danger for him, and now he was curious to know who was in charge of Anrek, but it was obviously unlikely that he would want to pull that man out of the sea. He glanced at the young mother dragon with a low brow. The man next to Aloz was also a giant dragon. He was said to have come to catch her back to the Dragon Nation because the guy was locked up on suspicion of cheating on the exam, which was also her fault, but it was pathetic enough.

He shook his head and replied softly, "Nothing. How long are you going to be back this time? ”

If he remembers correctly, the Dragon clan confinement is centuries-old. If the Aloz offense is too serious, if he confined for centuries, then his relationship with the Dragon clan will be wasted.

“About 300 years.” Little Mother Dragon started answering sadly, but soon she got up again and said with a big grin: “But it's okay, they can't hold me, I'll be able to run out soon. ”

Brando was not nearly scared to death. He looked at the man with white hair, and it was good that the latter looked at the sky, like I didn't hear anything. He was relieved, although I don't know why this guy looks like this, but most of it is related to the mother dragon. He couldn't help staring at the latter. He said that if you want to escape from prison, don't say it publicly. Even if you're not scared, what if someone thinks I'm conspiring with you? In case the dragons come to the entertainers to question their sins, Valhalla is ten times stronger than it is now.

When Aloz saw his color, he immediately turned a white eye, which means, "I know, I know! ”

Then the little dragon stumbled for a while and said a few words that didn't hurt and didn't itch, to the effect that, "Don't forget me!” “I'll be back soon!” and so on, before finally being taken away by the grey-haired man. Then Metisa said her farewell softly, and the words seemed to mention that Veronica wanted to meet him and so on. Brando knew that the leader of the regiment was about to rush back to the Empire. This task was a success for her, but it was strange to say that Brando had often seen a disturbing look on the other side's face lately, and he nodded, and soon there were only two people left in the house again.

After the study calmed down, Brando looked out the window again.

Beyond the garden, a row of short bushes, next to the stables, Kuran was staring at the men who combed the hair of the two tall horses, and the speckled sun fell through the lush branches of the oak trees on this old swordsman's grey pompous uniform, making him look like a retired old colonel, but the princess intended to hide the news of Denel's actions from these men below Brando, Brando knew what Kurando might already have known. He didn't say anything, but he seemed a little discouraged. After all, it was his loyal kingdom, on the one hand, and his old master, on the other, that his place in the castle was getting closer and closer to an old housekeeper, and Brando was getting his old swordsman's personality, on the other, because of his grandfather's relationship and, on the other hand, because he himself actually looked more at Kurando. Be Tony Gehr's guest, not his subordinate.

Farther away, the white walls of Cold Cedar Castle, full of climbing tigers and shaded green shades, a staircase leads to the corridor on the city wall, where several patrol guards are stationed, with women's walls and pockets outside the corridor, which are connected by towering arrow towers at the corners. The crossbowman's brilliant helmet flashed at the door of the arrow tower, and a crossbowman seemed to be leaning against the door frame and blowing cows with his own colleagues.

Beyond the walls of the city is a major street in Cold Cedar City, but the hut shacks on both sides of the street have now been demolished, a more sturdy and beautiful permanent building made of wood stone has been built, the stone slab has been repainted and the previous fading scene will not be repeated, and now the white streets are full of people, tiny as ants. Farther away, there is only a tiny red roof, and the tree crowns of the trees are staggered, like a bush of Dutch celery in the city.

Brando watched this scene, and his mind finally dissipated, and gradually rose to a sense of accomplishment. If Cold Cedar City was truly a ruined country a year ago, but now at least it feels like a real city. At least he has been to Bunoson and Magitan, and Cold Cedar City is no better, if not richer, in urban style than the two largest cities in the South, and these changes, even in games, were brought about by him personally. And, of course, he understands that it wasn't actually him, but Antina and Roman —— to be exact, there were some unrestrained businesswomen who occupied a more important place in the tribute of Burma.

It was she who herself presented the entire recovery plan and then herself brought Tonigal into the business of today's prosperity. Today, the link from Port Gris to Ambesseur connects the entire north, and countless merchant ships sail every day on this lane, which, under the care of Flashlight Naga, has also become one of the safest routes in the whole of Eruin over the past six months because of its reputation among chambers of commerce. His agreement with the Cold Queen had not yet been militarily and politically flawed, but it was not surprising that businessmen had already been the first to smell the opportunity, because they were already the most sensitive group in human history.

Frequent cargo is being transported today through this route to the Cold Cedar Collar and then from Cold Cedar City to the Ring of the Wind, without fear that they will not find a place in the Black Forest, a land that is truly rich and awaiting development. Within just two months, two or three mineral deposits, silver, gold, copper and even covert silver, were explored in the forest by students and subordinates recalled by the Master of Buru from all over the country, where there were also the best forests, countless prey, a variety of precious plants, millennially decomposed fertile soils. In the past, the forest stopped the pioneers because of the harsh environment and the monsters of terror, but now the fire of order at the heart of the rings of information and wind has been lit, centered on the entire Kalanga Mountains, order is being re-established, and Druids and Tree Elves have joined Brando's chariot, opening the last door for the Eruins.

Materials coming from all over the North are accelerating the transformation of these buried wealth into reality, with merchant ships in the harbour carrying them back from their original path and turning them into much-needed human, technological and magical industrial resources for Brando. It's like a golden channel from which everyone on this course now benefits, and as long as they have the strength or wisdom to get what they want, because they have the fiancée of a generous lord.

All thanks to Roman, although leaving Antitina, a somewhat confused businesswoman, may not have been able to organize the entire Tonigal Spring and Autumn Festival, at least this thriving business scene and the ever-overcrowded, business-full hotel in the city, as well as the cloudy sailing shadows in the harbor, are all part of her business. From the earliest days of nothing, with empty teeth to persuade the Chamber of Commerce to trust, arriving from a sailboat in Port Gris, loaded with cargo and leaving, were done and made by this little girl who seemed to be a little off the hook on a weekday.

Brando himself rarely cared about it, but suddenly he felt lucky, because it seemed like all of a sudden, it all appeared to him. He was not worried, the businesswoman had given him a well-arranged post. Now that Tony Gehl is on track, everyone else thinks he'll have to wait until he gets Denel's land to expand his ambition, but the future of Eruin is long overdue.

The little girl who had been with him since the beginning drew the most important blueprint for him.

He couldn't help but see Roman. The merchant lady was retrieving her shallow-like fingers, holding onto her face, her squeaky eyeballs staring straight, watching with interest the golden turtle climb up again. When it climbed back to the top, she badly pulled it down again, repeating it so many times, as if it was fun. The businesswoman wore an aristocratic dress, but sat on the bench with her back hooked, wrinkled the dress, and wrapped her sleeves, very successfully dressed the lady out of the country girl effect.

If Mrs. Camille were to see her like this, she would probably have to sigh and shake her head again. In fact, Brando knew that she had thought that Antitina was his fiancée, but then it was good that Miss Clerk personally went to end this misunderstanding, and he still remembered Mrs. Camille's strange look. Even though Brando had no fear in the face of a true goddess, that amazing old lady forced him to retreat and flee, supposedly the first time he left the world without a fight.

Brando sat side by side with the businesswoman, because he sat so close, he could almost feel each other's body temperature, and if there was a fragrance of a teenage girl floating around his nose, he was in some mood, like thinking about something, subconsciously wrapped his wrist around Roman's waist. The merchant lady's waist and limbs floated lightly, so thin that she felt Brando's sudden emotions, looked back at him, smiled slightly, did not unravel, but kicked her feet with great comfort, and then went back to dial the poor golden turtle.

Brando had some messy thoughts in his head, but all of a sudden Roman, while dealing with the merchants, liked the idea more than every copper, was not stingy with the money in his hands, and in fact she was somewhat unbelievable to anyone but to talk about a business seriously. He turned back and asked the question, and the businesswoman didn't know how many times she had pulled the gold turtle off the hourglass, and she naturally answered:

“Talking about business is like going to war. You have to pay the baht, but you have to keep an eye on the investment for a long time. It's harder to get a good harvest. ”

Brando was surprised. “Who told you that, your aunt? ”

“That's not true, Auntie. She doesn't do business. I came up with it myself. How about that? Isn't it amazing? ”

Brando can only be exclaimed, which is probably what we call a gift. But Roman's eyes blinked, and he was just so proud, he suddenly lost something: “Speaking of which, I haven't seen my aunt in a long time, Brando, you said you'd find her for me, but I haven't heard from her yet. ”

Roman didn't say it was okay, so Brando was burning so hard on his face that he didn't even bother to look for it. In fact, before Roman mentioned this, he almost forgot about such a person. After all, Aunt Jenny, like Brando's family in the world, always had a barrier, and he thought it was like the person in the background. Although he had been asked to go to Butch to ask, that's just the point, in fact, he didn't even tell Antina. Later, Butch responded, saying that there was no clue, and the matter had since disappeared.

After all, he had too much to do. Six months ago, he almost devoted himself to pulling Eruin back from his doomsday trajectory. Time was so tight that he barely had time to breathe, let alone find someone.

But now, thinking about what Roman had done for him, he looked at the merchant lady's face in front of him, so ashamed.

“Soon there will be news, Eluin is so big, and your aunt must be searching everywhere for your whereabouts. Now that you are so famous, we can find her with a little attention.” He pinched Roman's face and consoled.

Roman giggled, closing his eyes and laughing like a little fox.

“Giggle, Brando, you're out of your mind. ”

“Cough,” Brando blushed. He almost forgot that the businesswoman had no heart, but her instincts were terrible. And the point is, she really didn't leave him any face, and he couldn't help but look at the guy with some bad temper. But the latter raised his head seriously and shook his head: “It's nothing, Brando has a great goal, Roman has a great goal, even Freya laughs when I talk about my goal before, but only Brando can you believe I can do it, you've never laughed at me--”

“Brando can accommodate Roman goals, so Roman can accommodate Brando's goals. ”

“Brando, you know, my aunt said that mortal dreams are like stars of summer and night, and they look unreachable and dazzling, but only if we dare to reach out, then we will surely catch that starlight in our hands, because the starry summer nights belong to everyone who looks up to the stars. ”

Brando glanced at Roman's eyes, as if those bright eyes really reflected the bright stars of Butch's night, and he thought that this little girl had been following herself since Butch, doing these things for herself, only because of her taste, because it was like Roman's character, and for those close to her, she never asked if it was black or white. But he never thought she'd really believe that he could do it, like she said -- it was a star in the summer night sky, but if you reach out and grab it, you're sure to grab that great starlight in your hand.

Even the star he wanted was the brightest one in the night sky.

“Do you know what I want to do, little Roman?” He suddenly asked.

Roman nodded earnestly, answering word for word.

“I know, Brando, that you want to marry Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin and be the true king of Eruin. ”

“Pff--”

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(PS: A little late, a few hundred more words for you.)