The Amber Sword

Brando thought he was going to prepare the carriage himself, but by the time he arrived in the courtyard, a four-wheeled carriage had already been parked on the shaded avenue, with the exclusive crest of the cedar collar on the pitch-black compartment, and very few other people in the castle were traveling with the carriage, so the carriage was most likely prepared for him. Though he's a little strange, who knows he's going out —— is it Methisa? The little princess of the Pokémon was polite, but she would never do the work of these servants. He went around to the other side of the carriage to see Antitina by the door, the lady with her eyelids dropped, still holding a large volume of literature in her hand, obviously awaiting his arrival.

“Lord is going to Port Gris and the carriage is ready for you," Antitina staggered her hands on the skirt above her knees and stood by the door, respectfully saying, "There are biscuits and pastries in the cabin drawer, which I ordered the kitchen to make, because now that we're on our way, we won't be able to catch a proper meal. There is also some information under the table about the recent Empire, although not much, but I think it would be useful to you, my lord. ”

She was still nagging, slamming her face, like an endorsement, but Brando had a warm stream in his heart, and he wondered who had arranged the carriage for him, but who else? Apart from Antina, who else could have spent all his time trying to keep him organized, frowning and preaching to him with his face on the board? Encourage him to live and schedule a little. Apart from this slightly quiet girl at the moment, it is almost hard to recall that she was also a well-educated lady from a noble family.

She's the only one left.

“Thank you, Antina.” Brando stood directly opposite his clerk lady, and Starr was still behind him, sucking his fat fingers, and he smiled, the final breeze at the end of the summer was blowing through the castle's crown, the sand sounding, the birds winging through the raging branches of the sun, and the wings sounded like whispers in the woods. Antitina shuddered slightly, looking up at Brando, her dark eyes filled with a complex and bright light, and then silently lowered her head.

“That's what I'm supposed to do,” she opened her mouth and whispered, “If it was Miss Roman, I'm sure you wouldn't be so kind as to thank her. ”

Brando was surprised to see her face reddened to the root of her neck, as if that phrase had exhausted her entire body of courage.

He delicately tasted the meaning of this sentence. The young girl's heart was like a song flowing silently. Unconsciously, she was filled with hearts and fields. He reached over the door handle and slipped away from her own staff lady. The two seemed unable to see each other. Brando opened the door and replied: "Indeed not.” He let go, stood up straight, faced Antina, and replied earnestly, "But I wouldn't say to her," Get in the car, lady staff, and come with me to meet the envoy of the Cruz Empire. ”

For a moment, Antina stood there.

The winds at the end of the summer seemed too noisy and the clouds moved slowly in the blue sky, as if there was a moment of backward flow.

A smile appeared at the corner of Brando's mouth: "Want me to help you get in the car, ma'am? ”

“No, no...” Lady employee's head is low, beautiful like a swan, just feels hot on her face: “There are a lot of things in the territory, I haven't even processed a lot of documents, I, I still won't go, just leave it to Lord...”

“Don't you have the documents? We've got them in the car. We've got half a day from here to Port Gris. We've got plenty of time. Tony Gull, the late summer and early autumn scenery is amazing. I want to see this land that belongs to us. You can come with me.” Brando interrupted her by saying that he opened the door and Antina hesitated, but the sweetness of his heart eventually prevailed and let her sit with her head buried.

She finally understood that the Lord had felt her heart.

That's enough, for Antina, that's enough for her. With her hands almost pressed against her knees and her skirt held tight, her head almost shy and buried in her chest, she had never expected to go any further, and it was good now. Brando then boarded the car, and Starr squeezed in a dead face, all three of them in the compartment did not open their mouths, and the quiet air was filled with a faint scent, both of late summer incense and the mind of a young girl.

The carriage grunted, slowly passing through the gates of the castle, through the suspension bridge, through the flourishing streets, leaving Cold Cedar City, gradually becoming a sprawling countryside, undulating hills, green fields, distant woods, windmills, shining rivers. The view of Tonigal has long formed a coherent scroll of paintings as the carriage passes through the lush tree-lined paths of and through a stone bridge made of white bars.

Brando sat by the window and looked at it silently, filled with a sense of comfort and warmth.

He is no longer alone in this world.

A lot of people live for him, and he lives for a lot of people, and people need each other, and civilization survives because of that bond, and love, love and affection, it's like a voice in the blood, beating everyone's heart. After all, it persists, and Milos and Coward have asked the same question: What is the true significance of this dark, obscure, humble civilization and order? It is neither as glorious as the ancient times, nor as ambitious and unyielding as the Silver Age, but perhaps the answer lies here.

Because of goodwill.

With hope.

……

Harbour Gris is long gone, nostalgic people have difficulty finding the smell of the past here, but no one is yelling, and today's fifteen snowy stacked bridges of the harbour penetrate into the blue bay, and the shore of the bay has been dug deep enough to dock those big boats with snowy sails. A tidy pebbled street runs from east to west, north to south, caravans full of cargo travel back and forth to divide this emerging port into regular shapes of wells. Like Cold Cedar City, dilapidated shacks have long been demolished and replaced with beautiful permanent buildings. The roof of Wahong has long become a symbol of the city, leaving only some areas of the port near the woods to the north where traces of the fishing village of the past can be found.

The shepherd of Butch, a hostel run by the Roman Chamber of Commerce and arguably the only hostel of an official nature in Port Gris, is not as overcrowded as it is elsewhere in the downtown area, where only merchants with permission from Count Tonigle can stay, and occasionally Metissa and Antitina, or others in the castle, come to the port temporarily, so the hostel is not so much a chamber of commercialization as a stopover for Tonigle's official background.

But the hotel has lived a lot of guests since this time, but these guests are different from the past. Most of them have blonde hair. Although the reception is polite, there is inevitably a nose on the forehead. It is difficult for the Eruites to accept the attitude of the Cruz towards foreigners, although this attitude is sometimes not meant to be, or rather, a habit naturally formed by the pride accumulated over the months.

But in the words of the owner of the hotel, a veteran of the Bronze Dragon Mercenary Corps, that's quite enough. Now the owner, who was not a good temper, simply claimed that he was ill and handed everything from the hostel to his servant. He hadn't shown up for more than a week.

Brando's carriage was such a sight when it stopped at the front door of the hostel.

He saw the scholar lady at the door, and the poet wrote on the street with a drawing board, and she seemed to be novel about everything here, and Tonigal's style did give her a different look. Especially since it was a deserted fishing village a year ago, often with no more than a hundred people, residents could see the noble knights in fresh fury at the end of the year, mostly tax officers from the Cold Cedar Collar, such a description was not surprising in her ears, as the book described eluine everywhere.

But Count Tonyger gave her a different story about the kingdom.

Several young knights volunteered to be flower protectors around the young lady, most of whom knew Brando, although closer to Nimatis and Freya, came up to say hello. As a Krutz, this attitude is already very rare. If the owner of the Shepherd's Hotel were here, he would surely stare out his eyes at this moment and worship his lord even more, saying he had to throw five bodies on the ground.

Brando smiled and asked that Antitina was also somewhat surprised by the prestige of her lord among the Cruz people, but she knew at least a little more than the people below, so it was not unknown. The poet, when he saw Brando, put down his brush and stood up to pay him a respectful salute; Brando was slightly bewildered, because he saw that the scholar lady had the courtesy of a student to a teacher, and if the young men of the Knights of the Folds could still say it was courtesy to have fought side by side, but this courtesy was somewhat indescribable.

He couldn't bear to look at the poem.

The poet politely and seriously explained: “As my mentor said, the master is the teacher, and the countess's conduct is a model for my nobility, and this time back in Cruz, I will surely tell my teachers what he did. At least now I understand that the glory of the ancient nobility did not disappear from this land, and that what the benevolent Acme took and guarded from the Empire still germinated in this soil. ”

Brando saw the serious light in her firm eyes and couldn't help but smile and shook her head. The noble lady was still as innocent as ever, but she still couldn't get angry. Besides, he was a little blushed, which is somewhat ridiculous.

He was happy to see all this, but some of what happened on this land didn't come from his heart, and when he was impulsive and angry, he never thought of anything this long.

He shook his head, at this time Leonarette appeared at the corner of the stairs leading to the lobby on the second floor of the hostel, and he walked down to look at this side, as usual without saying much, but Brando had understood that this might be Veronica's meaning, and at this time the only person who could stay with the leader of the regiment was probably His Royal Highness, perhaps a poem, but the scholar lady did not seem to be able to afford it. He hurried to say goodbye to the others and followed them.

Leonarette was silent, leading the way ahead, leading him to Veronica's room, opening the door, and Brandoton freaked out because there was someone else in the room besides Veronica.

He also recognized that the bald beard had a one-eyed appearance that was too conspicuous - Mangrove, Legion Leader of the Black Legion, Marshal of the Empire in the Third Jihad. Brando almost didn't curse his mother. What exactly were the reprimands of his own men doing? He let such a big fish touch his territory in vain, and he didn't even know it. This is one of the four major army leaders of the Empire. His strength can be said to be higher than Veronica's. Second only to his current teacher, Mayfister, a figure of this rank exists in the Empire like a nuclear weapon, and now the nuclear weapon is unknowingly under his nose, but he doesn't know it.

He couldn't help but look back and Antina looked a little pale, apparently recognizing each other, indicating that she didn't get wind of it either.

“Brando, you're here," Veronica finally noticed Brando and the stewardess behind him, who was sitting opposite Mangrove in a short pipe with a bright, dark pipe, swallowing cloud mist, so the house was also full of smoke. Brando frowned, but immediately understood what was going on, such as Veronica, a person who actually had a slight cleansing habit, in her capacity, was able to bear it. Mangrove was indeed her elder, and there must have been something more important that attracted her mind and left her in no mood to do something about it.

Veronica seemed to notice Brando's face. After coming to understand what Brando was thinking, she prompted Her Royal Highness the Crown Prince to close the door, so that only Brando, Antitina and two other Legionnaires remained in the cabin. Brando felt the door slammed behind him and closed. It was strange to think what was really going on and even Leonard could not sit and listen. He felt that things had gone beyond his own imagination and had calmed down a little and waited for Veronica to speak first.

“Brando, this is -- forget it, I don't think you've recognized it, I don't want to make any extra introductions," said the head of the women's regiment, sighing, feeling helpless about Brando's prevention, and she took a deep look at him: “I always thought you were very concerned about the empire, very conscious of our prevention, although I don't know why, but this time you can rest assured, Mangrove, he came here through some special means, even the Temple of Fire was hidden, and you didn't realize it was logical. ”

Brando looked at Mangrove's constant stare at Cruz's map on the short hand, without looking this way, which is consistent with the Cruz aristocracy's constant pie, especially his identity, and naturally it is impossible to give him a good look at the Count of Eruin in a district. He took another look at Veronica. The explanation of the female leader made him a little better. After all, even the Temple of Fire had been hidden, so it was not a big deal to deceive his eyes. He could not be arrogant enough to think that his scourge was better than the surveillance network of the Temple of Fire.

But Veronica's words gave him a hint of crisis.

Mangrove was an important representative of the Kurdish military faction, and what was going on inside the empire had left him at such great risk to travel alone to Tonigle to meet Veronica and even conceal the Temple of Fire. Brando got all messed up in his head, and the first thing he thought of was, did the Taoists fight the imperialists? The Cruz Empire is starting a civil war?

That's wonderful. It's a gift for Eluin. The weaker the Cruz, the lighter the pressure on Eluin, which is an indisputable fact.

But Brando shook his head and thought that there would probably be no such thing as pie falling from the sky in the world, Cruz, less than a hundred years after today's Queen's father, with the help of a prime minister, regained the voice of the Empire from the denominational faction, the position of the imperial faction was still very solid. Moreover, the Temple of Fire does not look like such a mouse-eyed existence, it is a blatant rebellion. It is the state religion of the whole area covered by Cruz culture. It is that there is one or two brainless people at the highest level, and most others will remain sober. Besides, Brando remembers that the man at the top of the Temple of Fire's power today seems to be a 'wise Walla’. If that man's words, it is absolutely impossible for him to still create this kind of oolong by his hands.

It is possible that Her Majesty the Queen.

Brando doesn't know much about the Queen of the Cruz, who, to be honest, is more familiar with Leonarette, the future hero of the Cruz Empire, who, despite her stiff wrist, is known as the Iron Blood Queen, is actually a little too self-absorbed. But she hasn't been in power for two years in history, and this time soon after Leonarette's return, she'll be a real Crown Prince, and then climb in, and the Cruz Empire Congress enters quite a long ascent period, which is the beginning of the Eruin tragedy.

So, which one is it now?

Looking at the two historical figures in front of him, Brando suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the whole history.

……

(PS: Chapter 2 of this weekend, I hope you all have a great weekend, and roll back and ask for a monthly ticket ~)