The Amber Sword

Outside the study is a long hallway with a terrace filled with moss on the stone columns that support the ceiling at intervals, the sun passing through the shade of the oak trees leaving the walls with a splash of gold on the floor, and the terrace's armrest falling with a few twitchy freckles. After Brando had educated Roman well, he opened the door and walked out. The birds immediately fluttered their wings and flew a fine light. He watched the scene and closed the door with a backhand 'click’, as if they were unconscious and wanted to say:

“Sy, get ready for the carriage, we're going to Port Griss. ”

But just now, Brando got stuck. In his memory, the girl with the long ponytail always leaned against the second stone column in the hallway with her rifle, sometimes feeding the freckles with breadcrumbs. He had seen this scene several times, and the girl was quiet, but beautiful as a character in a painting roll.

Nowadays, the second pillar is empty, and only the speckled sun shines over the moss.

Brando sighed.

He couldn't bear to smile.

Far away, the lady of the staff holding a pile of parchment paper in the dark at the end of the hallway sighed quietly, and she saw her lord standing there revealing a faint look. Her fingers were slightly white and she almost accidentally folded the parchment, but those were important documents in the territory for some time. The Lord had not seen them. She was surprised by her movements and hurried to let go, but accidentally scattered the rolled parchment.

Antitina stuck there and bit her lower lip before bending over and picking up the parchment again. She grabbed the necklace in her collar, a necklace that had already been lost, but she seemed to think it was still there, pressing it where it was empty. But finally, the young lady looked at Brando in the distance with some complexity and retreated silently.

Brando stood in front of the study door for several minutes before returning to God. It seemed that since when, he had become accustomed to the silent mountain girl around him. He used to make fun of Sy with this, asking her how she would marry in the future, but he didn't think that one day she was really gone, but he felt somewhat uncomfortable. “What's going on...” Brando couldn't help pressing his temple, “Brando, Brando, it's impossible for Sydney to be around you for the rest of her life, and she has her own future. ”

But when he thought about it, he felt a little bored. He shook his head and temporarily threw the idea out of his mind.

It is not surprising that Veronica's traveler set foot in a hostel in Port Gris and took a carriage from Cold Cedar Castle to Port Gris in less than half a day. Brando understood that the woman's reluctance to stay in Cold Cedar City was also a consideration of her own. After all, she was the head of the Imperial Corps and could not be too close to a foreign countess, not to mention that St. Maester the Imperial Wanted Gray Sword still lived in Brando's castle. Rationally, she should have stayed away from making at least one gesture.

But what is really strange about Brando is why Veronica wants to see him now, more than two weeks after she arrived in Tonigal. Rather, she should have returned to the Empire, and her assignment here has come to an end, not to mention with the Imperial Elder Prince and the Knights of the Folds.

He really didn't understand the idea of the leader of the women's regiment. He didn't understand what she was worried about. The atmosphere within the Empire was calm. Apart from some insecurity at the border, he couldn't see what was going to happen.

With such suspicion, he crossed the corridor, walked down the stairs, passed the hall outside, and a few Charles' apprentices were arguing here about some magical-related issues —— because Charles' Tower of Mages was built in the castle, so his apprentices lived in the rooms of the people who lived in the castle, and the rules were so tight in the world of wizards that they didn't cause much trouble for life in the castle —— several apprentices When I saw Brando, I stood up respectfully to greet this young lord, and Brando responded with a little bit of a heads-up. These were chosen from the offspring of adventurers or local noblemen, and most of them, or the families behind them, were thankful to the lord for such an opportunity. Really handed down wizards are rare in Warnde, and most of the college wizards inherit them. From Buga, but is the knowledge of the Silver People so easy to learn? Even in Cruz, only a proud son of heaven, such as Miss Scholar Poetry, is eligible for the favor of the Silver People. It is precisely such an inherited wizard, both in Eruin and in Cruz society, who is well above those who are magicians of the rivers and lakes.

And Charles, which happens to come from the heirloom of the Black Tower Wizard, even if it's just a branch of the Buga Wizard, but it's also famous enough to have the opportunity to be an apprentice of such a mentor, for these small aristocrats in the remote countryside, it's a pie falling from the sky, not to mention the poor, life strained adventurers, so it's not surprising that they have this idea.

Antina also sees this point, and she, for the sake of one of her colleagues, advises Brando that this should be seen as a welcome opportunity to allocate scarce seats to those who are truly loyal to him, such as Sue, the daughter of Red Copper Dragon Retto, who, with such a link, securely binds all those who depend on him to a chariot with which he shares his interests.

But Brando himself didn't see it that way. It wasn't just a field of fame in his eyes. These young wizard apprentices should be the future of Tony Gehl. Without the army of the Wizard Corps, they would always be a third-rate army in Warnde, not to mention the Krutz and the Wind Elves, who coveted the three-foot floating fleet, each of which was manipulated by a wizard. Even to put it bluntly, a wizard is a highly skilled soldier of Vaughn, who spends a fortune every time he cultivates one, but it's definitely worth it.

And this is just the '40s, when the Stone War hasn't even begun.

Certainly some of Antina's claims also make sense to her, not to mention that Charles has a remarkable talent, so Brando also adopted part of it. In fact, he himself seemed to have a good impression of a young girl with healthy wheat skin and a full head of fine linen. Her sobriety in the Battle of Ambethel was staggering. It was the most basic qualities of a wizard, but few did it well. Sue was more outstanding at this point than most wizards when she was not a wizard, so long as she could feel the line of the law, one day there would be a certain future.

And as an extra harvest of this decision, as Miss Clerk said, Red Copper Dragon Leito was grateful to him, and the veteran who had experienced the November war could be spoiled in the face of life and death, but this daughter was his only soft rib. He wanted to leave Sue with an estate, but did not expect to encounter Madara's invasion. Now that Sue has the chance to become a wizard, the future, though not to say her prominent position, is at least worry-free. The key is not to send someone under the fence to look at her face, which is particularly satisfying for Leto.

But there were also some negative effects. The guy snuck around several times to find out what he meant. Asked if he was interested in his daughter. The guy thought he couldn't see his test. Brando felt his IQ was seriously flouted, and on several occasions he didn't cheerfully push the other party back to Mintai collar.

In fact, this is not yet a case, once it bothered him very much. For some reason, it seems that the probability of women having magical talents in Warnde is really much higher than that of men. Although male wizards tend to be more likely to become real geniuses, like Charles and Leewoods, it is an undisputed fact that the base number of female wizards is greater than that of male wizards. This directly led to the Yin and Yang Decay of Charles's men, which is as if there were any kind of master and any kind of subordinate. Once called into question, it was only a means for this lord to open the rear palace.

Especially in this uncharacteristically poor countryside, the rumors are even more outrageous, but what made him cry was that the little lords and nobles were so happy that they stuffed him with so-called 'colorful’ noble gold, and whether or not it was really colorful Brando really didn't appreciate it. Anyway, he had asked Charles to paint all the magical talents back, but what made him a little depressed was that it became a laughing stock in his little circle, and Metisa and Antitina had made fun of him more than once.

This is truly a disenchantment and a rampant family minister.

He couldn't help but shake his head and walked out the arch of the hall and suddenly frowned and smelled the roast. He stopped and turned back and asked, “What's that smell? ”

A few Charles' apprentices changed in colour and thrust themselves together.

“Charles didn't teach you to be silent, did he?” Brando had actually guessed a few points and couldn't help but ask.

Turns out, his voice just dropped, one of the little round faces, some cute freckles on the tip of his nose, reportedly the little daughter of the president of the Silvercraft Guild in the city, the girl's face was frightened white, swallowed up and replied: “My lord... Mr. Starr refused to let us speak. ”

Sure enough, Brando shook his head and even Aloz was captured, and this guy was still at large. But this is a good thing for him. After all, Starr signed a contract with him. He wants to ignore how outrageous that contract is. If Starr is really captured by the Dragons, he will lose a fortune.

He waved, indicating that the little girls didn't have to worry, and then turned to follow the flesh-scented charcoal smell to find it, and didn't know what the guy was baking, just hope he didn't light the castle. The last time this guy secretly barbecued meat at the sawmill, he burned the sawmill in half, causing Little Roman to lose a lot of money. As a result, the businesswoman herself was fine, but the housekeeper Antina was in pain for a few days and didn't sleep well.

He turned around a corner of the castle filled with vines and saw Starr squatting behind a grape rack, sneaking around looking after a bonfire heap with an iron rack and several almost cooked prawns on top of the rack. The food was spraying the bottle can with ingredients. Needless to say, it must have been stolen from the kitchen. This guy doesn't have much fighting power, but the ability to steal chickens and touch dogs is equal, I'm afraid even the nightingale masters in front of him will have to worship the wind.

Think about it. It's not as simple as knowing that a dozen carriages exist under Veronica's and Mayfist's eyes.

Brando walked over, patted each other on the shoulder, scared Starr to jump. He turned around, a round face full of charcoal ash, and it was hard to imagine seeing this face as a dragon, because it looked just like those bear kids. When Starr saw Brando, his face was frightened and he hurried, "I didn't cut the grape rack for wood. I didn't steal these from the kitchen, they lent them to me! ”

“Good," Brando grinned, leaving the flower garden behind now Antitina's baby, who, although he had never seen the aristocratic lady in rage, also understood that the calmer someone started the fire, the more terrible it was. He couldn't help but pat Starr on the shoulder with admiration: "You have the courage, Starr. Do you know it was Miss Antina who arranged everyday life in Cold Cedar Castle? ”

“What does that matter?” Starr was stunned, and I didn't think Brando was angry, and he felt a lot more at the bottom.

“Nothing,” Brando chuckled. “For example, if the kitchen has less than one dinner or a meal, it's actually natural. After all, there are too many people, and occasional negligence is possible. Don't say occasionally, even if it's three or four days in a row, it's not really a big deal. ”

Starr opened his mouth and his face changed. The little fat man stared at Brando. His face was red and white for a while, and his forehead was bright and crystalline with sweat, as if he had never seen the dark side of society.

“Actually, it's not the worst. It's said that there are people who have miseaten something they shouldn't have eaten. You know, it's close to the Black Forest, there's everything in the castle's warehouse, and there are several things that are particularly effective for dragons. ”

Starr almost didn't cry. This little fat dragon suddenly thought it was completely possible. Besides, it seems to him that the lady of the staff was shady and careless to anyone. She may not be used to him anymore. She must want to get rid of him and then quickly. He almost shuddered and couldn't help but pick up a roasted shrimp from the charcoal fire. "Lord, please don't expose me, I'll buy you shrimp and we'll all be on the same boat. ”

“Damn, don't drag me into the water so obviously.” Brando couldn't help but think, but he saw this frosty young dragon filled with grey claws with mustard shrimp, how do you feel familiar, he couldn't help but ask: “Where did you get that shrimp? ”

“Kitchen. ”

“No, your first sentence can't be true." Brando analyzed it very empirically: "Have you ever been to Hippamilla's room? ”

The little fat man turned his eyes busy and shook his head like a drum.

Brando laughed furiously, and the shrimp in Chipamilla's room was the favorite of the cleric girl, although he didn't know why she liked shrimp farming, but he knew how important it was to her as long as he watched her carefully take the tank out to change water every day. Now, the shrimp became a plate of Chinese food for Starr, once and for all, and Chipamila would no longer have to get up in the morning to change water.

But someone or a dragon is going to pay a terrible price for it.

He looked at Starr mercifully, turned around and walked away, joking, who knew what else would happen later with this catastrophe. I didn't expect Starr to be very eye-catching, seemed to have seen his irreversible tragic fate from the divine colour on Brando's face, hurried to wrap up all the shrimp in oil paper and chased them up, didn't say anything, as if to follow Brando to the corner of the sky.

“What are you doing?” Brando asked impatiently.

Starr stuffed a roasted shrimp in his mouth and sucked on his fat finger twice. “Lord, are you going out? ”

“You're smart,” Brando grinned. “You know you fled? ”

“No, my lord, I signed a contract with you, didn't I? Now I'm going to fulfill my contract and protect your integrity.” Starr thought about it seriously, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it, smack it with oil ”

“Dangerous shit!” Brando thought that it would be unsafe to be outside the city as early as six months ago, but now Tonigal's security can be described as crowning the southern realm, with patrolling cavalry on the avenue, cavemen in the forest, and no room for monsters and bandits at all. Besides, how could the average monster and bandit have managed to get him, this guy was obviously lying with his eyes open.

But he was too lazy to care about him. The two of them walked in the direction of the stables, passing the short rose bush that Mrs. Camille was handling, and Brando suddenly remembered and said, “After all, why didn't the Dragons send someone to catch you? ”

He thought Starr would be proud to mention the issue. After all, even Aloz had a hard time escaping his claws, but he could continue to go unpunished, which was a very spectacular thing to think about. And without the constraints of the Little Mother Dragon, he could obviously be even more lawless, but I didn't expect Starr to blink and blink and look a little lost.

“What's the matter?” Brando flickered slightly.

“That's Aloz willing to go back with them, in fact, we rarely attack each other, and they won't be forced to stay here if she wants to,” Starr replied, pretending somewhat carelessly: "But Sister Aloz still admits to being one of them, so this rule must be followed. ”

Brando captured the key point in this sentence with acumen: “Are you really expelled from the Dragon Nation? ”

“Cut, what's good about staying in there is knowing to collect something unknown," Starr replied with some pride: “They don't understand that food is the most important thing in the world, that collecting food is biological instinct, that gold and silver bright diamonds are precious and what can be done, it's not enough to fill your stomach. ”

“Damn, that's a simple theory.” Brando looked at this little fat dragon with some amusement, obviously very unhappy, and he had to pretend he didn't care: “But for the dragon, the passion for collecting food was a little too much... well, too strange. In our legend, dragons are supposed to be flaming on mountains of treasure, burning adventurers who come to roam their treasures, creatures that, in our impression, coexist with beauty and danger. ”

“But if this legendary dragon is lying on a rice hill, imagine, then the spectacle will be greatly discounted. ”

“It's prejudice!” Starr couldn't bear to jump.

PS: Wait a minute. There's another chapter.