The Amber Sword

The fog separated the sea and gradually revealed in front of it a sea cape protruding from the sea, a light passing through the mist, illuminated on the ship's side of the Bisca. The sailor on the deck recognized that it was a navigation light, hurried up the sail with seven hands and eight feet, the first pair sent a sign to turn the helmsman around, while waiting for the navigation boat to approach, Captain Dailin with a pipe, standing behind the third mast in a wet trench coat, glancing back, turned around and punched a sailor around him, the sailor hurried down the deck and went straight to the third deck.

In front is Gray Feng Harbor.

As soon as Viscount Bernie received the information, he informed Babain and Boimer that they had already judged the information from sailors running around the aisle. At this moment, fist-sized mice were running around in the cabin aisle, but no one was idle to control the annoying uninterrupted passengers on these voyages. Several cabin doors were opened, and the wind waves brought in from the deck poured down the stairs like waterfalls, and a fishy nose was pouring under the cabin, making a mess.

Viscount Bernie walked with Babain and Boymer against the sailors, all three silent and silent, as if they were a moulded expression. The three men walked all the way to the wooden door at the bottom of the cabin, locked by the iron chain, Viscount Bernie turned around and exchanged an eye with his two imperial colleagues, took the key out of his coat, the key on the iron ring shouted loudly, he grabbed the lock and clicked open, the iron chain lost restraint and fell like a dead snake into the accumulated water in the aisle, but the three men didn't look at it and pushed themselves open the door.

Behind the door is an idle warehouse with lots of empty buckets and crates stacked outside, but inside is a whole block of golden crystal covered by a screen. Viscount Bernie looked at the black screen where the corner was already submerged in water and asked, “All set.” Babain nodded with Boymer.

The return of the fleet through the Strait of Longhorn into the Silver Bay controlled by the Temple of the Earth. Although the naval strength of the Temple of the Earth is almost negligible in front of the Empire, Viscount Bernie dared to take the risk and opt for a more secure land route - landing from Gray Feng Harbor and crossing the Black Blade Barrier back into the Empire - a journey that would take about a week and a month to reach Rusta upon return to the Empire, but would be much less risky than an adventure at sea. Now that the north of Eruin is also held by the traditional aristocratic forces of the kingdom, the Empire is also very influential in these areas, and the Viscount Bernie cannot help but lament the bad effects of the Battle of Ambesseur. How could the Empire have completely lost control of the south of Eruin without the fault of the Cecil family? What is now before me is the last level of the Eruin royal family in the north, where the first Royal Fleet is stationed in the home port of Grey Wind Harbor, the harbour officer has been bought through, but how to get this large crystal off the ship without attracting attention is a troublesome question.

It's best to smash the crystal and get the people and guns out of it, but the other day he tried it with his own sword. The magic sword was bounced off before it touched the surface of the crystal and broke into three pieces. His silver long sword took thousands of cruze gold coins to buy from a small nobleman. He also used some means. He didn't think it would work, but he had already left the master to die first. He didn't have time for heartache. Although the hardness of the crystal was unexpected, he still had hope that Boymer had told him that Babain was carrying his family's Silver Dragon Throat, that fantasy-class weapon might break the surface of the crystal. He approached Babain, who seemed a little hesitant at first, worried about hurting the woman inside, but Viscount Bernie had a nose for it, and if they could successfully accomplish the task, waiting to return to the Empire, status and woman, what was it? Preferably obsessed with a mountain woman.

Good thing that Babain didn't look too rigid, he finally nodded after some persuasion. At this point he looked back at each other, and Babain did not hesitate, and since he took out the silver crossbow and started to take the arrow, and then raised the crystal pointing to the screen, Viscount Bernie nodded with some appreciation of the place, thinking that this was a man who had made it, without dragging mud and water, much worse and too timid than him. With this in mind, he turned his eyes to the latter. At this time, Boymer seemed to wake up as if he were dreaming, and hurried up to lift the screen. Viscount Bernie couldn't help but admire this scene. This guy has put himself in the most vulnerable position of the three. In the future, his credit must not be the first. In fact, his chances with Babain should be the same. This is the character that determines fate.

Babang raised his crossbow, banged the trigger, a silver light emitted onto the crystal clear surface, before everyone could react, the silver light suddenly reversed hundreds of times faster, pierced Babang's right arm holding the crossbow, smashed his right hand bone, then the silver light drilled into Babang's chest like a fish, exited from behind him, ‘climbed’ nailed to the plank behind the cabin, the bloody tail feather still buzzing and shaking.

Babang stared and opened his mouth, his pale blue eyes revealed a glimmer of despair and unwillingness. He stared at the girl who slept like a princess in the crystal and then kept this expression falling down like a piece of wood on her back. ‘Wow’ fell into the water, splashing a splash of water and fainting a layer of light red after the accumulation of water in the cabin. It all happened so suddenly that Boymer was almost frightened, Viscount Bernie looked up and looked at the crystal - the surface of the crystal could not find a single flaw. “What are you waiting for? Get Sir Babbaan out of here!” He bites his teeth and reprimands him. “Help, help where?” Boymer was pale, and he was trying to say-- Babarn was obviously dead!

Viscount Bernie looked at him in disgust and said, "Sir Babarn is martyred as a nation. Do you want his body to just soak in the water? ”

Boymer then suddenly lost his soul and grabbed Baban's shoulder and dragged him out of the water and into the cabin. “No, stop!” Viscount Bernie saw Boyd trying to take Babain's body back to the lower class, screaming at him, and he was trying to stab this fool with a sword: "Don't take him back, take his body to the first class. Are you a fool?” At this time, a sailor passed the body of Babarn and Boimer beside him, and he looked at them somewhat strangely, then came to the Viscount of Bernie and asked in a low voice: "My Lord Viscount, the harbour side sent us to dock outside the chain to be examined. ”

“Tell them that this is the crew of the Cruz Empire's envoys, that they will not be examined by other countries, and that they will prepare doctors or clerics to say that some of us have lost our lives in the fight against pirates, that we need to arrange a decent funeral without his embalming measures, that we cannot leave the Empire's warriors on foreign lands, go ahead and answer them.” Viscount Bernie replied softly.

The sailor smiled slightly: "Against the pirates?” But when he looked at Boymer and Baban, he suddenly nodded and ran away.

“Wait,” Viscount Bernie called the sailor at the stairwell: “Go get a box ready. ”

“Box, Viscount. How big is it?” The sailor stood barefoot in a noisy stream of water on the stairs and turned back and asked. “Large, for horse boxes. There are no such boxes on board, Viscount, but the port side.” 'Then tell them that we have captured a gift for Her Majesty and asked them to help prepare it. Is that all right, Viscount? ”“ That's it. Go. ”Viscount Bernie nodded and waited for the sailor to run up onto the deck before turning back and finally looking at the giant crystal, he couldn't help but notice a thought:

“Can only the artifact unravel this thing? ”

……

It has been two days since Frofa left, during which Princess Magdalene woke up once, while Brando awaited the arrival of the Knights of the Folds in New Valhalla with the eldest son of the Cruz, but it appears that Veronica has a lot to tell, and that she and Mangrove have yet to depart from Port Gris. A piece of information from the north to the south piled up on his desk in the Valhalla Tree Hall, mostly on the bright side, and Brando looked at a few, all of which read about the movements of the northern nobility, several of which mentioned that Count Denel had completed his mobilization and that an army had been witnessed departing from the Magitan area to the south, where the long-prepared war was imminent.

The allied forces of Rantoniland and Vieiro are heading south, and as for the direction of the march, Brando looks up at the map of Eruin hanging on the wall and sweeps past the area of Mallory, which, judging by time, should have entered the area. And let Denel and the staff know nothing about their future fate, they don't understand what is ahead of them, and now this war is only waiting for an opportunity, which is when Tonigal's army is pulling out, but Brando is also waiting for a time node, until this time node, he will never move wildly.

Other sources referred to a spiritual shift in the direction of Butch, which was expected by Brando and even sent less information than he knew. Toniguer's intelligence system was built on the first adventurers of Toniguer plus a group of Red Bronze Dragon mercenaries who, after several screenings against Toniguer's foreign war, were mostly loyal and reliable to him, but were still slightly weaker in their ability, with Ambessel being the best in its direction, a little more in the north, and with Madara and Cruz being the only ones left to capture information.

But Eruin's civil war is no longer the most difficult enemy in front of him. On the contrary, the shadow of the souls of the South is more than a day. That is the great enemy of Eruin's life and death, and the Northern Cruz Empire is moving with stupidity. Brando is beginning to feel weaker and weaker in his intelligence network. First of all, she is still a talent, to ensure loyalty and reliability and to be able to stand out. Antittina, Charles, Freya, and even Roman are not talented in this area, but Brando suddenly thinks of a person - Sue, who behaves impressively, calmly, has a very clear mind, and is not easily influenced by emotions. Such a person is a natural intelligence talent, and Brando, although he has no talent in this area, does not prevent him from discovering it.

“Maybe it's time to bring her over from Charles.” He thought to himself, one page at a time, placing the documents he had read at the bottom, more than a dozen pages at a time, and his eyebrows wrinkled again.

Still no word from Sy this day.

The mountain girl seemed to have really disappeared from the world, and since the last time she had seen her in the helix hall that day, no one had heard from her, not even in the civilized neighbourhood surrounding the Dead Frost Forest, a girl with similar characteristics. Brando suddenly got a little upset. He put that information down heavily. It's been half a month. Earlier he could comfort himself. There can be no problem with Sy, but now such excuses are getting more and more pale. Sometimes Brando even wonders, has Sy decided to leave herself? Or was she temporarily amnestied in the Big Bang because the shock was too severe? These assumptions are not only dog blood, but they also do not explain the fact that no one has ever seen Cee since.

Is it true that Milos' mythology is lying to them? But it doesn't seem necessary for a god.

He stood up from his seat and then sat down, his fingers tapped and tapped on the table, and for a moment he almost wanted to go back to the Death Frost Forest himself, but he knew it was just futile. He had a hunch that Syd might not be in the Frost Forest anymore, that she might have left earlier, but Brando had some doubts as to why no one had seen her.

He could only entrust the Rantoniland side one day to help him expand his search, and in fact Grand Duke Cannon had some doubts as to why he was so obsessed with a maid, but Brando didn't care.

At this time, someone finally pushed the door open, and Brando looked up and saw that the giant door that opened the hall came in with a long white skirt, a long white hair, a light silver eye, the sister of the two sisters, the kind Coward. Behind her was an impatient sister. Dark Coward glanced at him with his bloody red eyes. His eyes were filled with the meaning of provocation. In fact, Brando had no doubt that, if he had the chance, she would have jumped directly at him with her pointy dog teeth and bitten him. The meaning of hatred was not disguised. His gaze crossed the sisters and ended up on Nimatis - Sister, no, Miss Knight had been able to get down a few days ago, and now helping him do what he could in Valhalla is a rehabilitation training exercise, and her wounds were so quick that Brando suspected that the lady also seemed to have some special abilities.

Nimaisie also looked at him and looked softly at what he meant: Man, I called for you.

Brando nodded to her to thank her.

Then he looked at the Coward sisters.

“Count, see you again today.” The good Coward smiled and replied, "This quiet young girl is always so polite.

And her sister ended her greeting with a soft-hearted voice.

Brando doesn't mind. He sent the Coward sisters here today to ascertain their relationship with Valhalla and his territory. In the final battle of the Temple of the Hibernate, Dark Coward eventually abandoned Milos' divine character and chose to preserve his soul imprint, without choosing to extinguish it with the body and fire of that giant god. Her present state should be a product of the existence of the Spirit and some law, but this state is not unacceptable to her, because it would have been one of the ways of dusk in this world.

But the problem is that no matter how Dark Coward and Good Coward exist, they have in fact changed Brando's familiar history. If Essex's eldest daughter survived, would her other daughters end up the same way in history, or would she end up the same way in the game? It's hard to say. Brando felt that he had touched another line of the Warnde world, and the change in the history and destiny of the Cruz Empire was the beginning, so even though the trip to the Dead Frost Forest had ended, he still couldn't decide what to do with the sisters.

Seeing the twin sisters, he temporarily left his mind behind and asked, “Miss Coward, have you been accustomed to living in my land for some time? ”

“Lord Count's territory is peaceful, the people live in peace, away from strife, and I love it. And the view of Valhalla is beautiful and I am honored to live in this legendary fortress, and I am not dissatisfied.” The kind Coward smiled and replied sincerely. Dark Coward glanced at her sister, and she mumbled at her disappointment at this sister or the weakness on her other side. “Huh, anyway, I said I was very unhappy and you wouldn't let me go, hypocritical, nasty. ”

“You are right, Miss Coward, do you remember what I said to you, I will not kill you, which is a great risk in itself, and you should understand that you are part of the twilight and that your very existence is a hostility to the civilized world. But you're kind, and I don't want to kill innocent people because of a possibility, which is inconsistent with my philosophy, but in a responsible manner, I want you to stay away from my protection, okay?” Brando asked.

The kind Coward nodded: "I fully understand, Count. ”

Brando looked at the girl whose heart was pure as if it were a clear lake, and he couldn't help but think, is this really the legendary eldest daughter of Essex? Such purity and goodwill can already shame most of humanity, that is, himself, and don't hesitate to check his own suspicions. But it matters, and Brando naturally doesn't change his mind because of a moment of emotion, and he calms down and looks at the dark Coward beside him.

Dark Coward's head was slightly taller than his own sister's, and Brando thought it might be a sign of the strength of her personality in her soul, and she looked down at Brando with a bloody eye: “Is that why the Count invited us here? That's a lot. My sister and I are now weak girls with no hands tied to chickens, Count. You can put us under house arrest with a single order. Don't say that, even if you want to be a beast right now, we can't resist, so there's really no need to pretend to ask our consent here. ”

Brando was barely pissed off by this guy. What is a weak woman with no power to bind chickens? The strength of good Coward is recovering every day after leaving the Temple of the Hibernate. She is now approaching the level of the peak of element diversion, and she herself has lost so much for stealing Milos' godliness that she may not be able to regain her energy for a short period of time. This is purely a blame, but now it seems that this young lady has put all the blame on him. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at the latter. He replied lightly: "I'm afraid you're mistaken. That was said to your sister. As for you, Miss Coward, as a prisoner and prisoner of war, it is naturally impossible to enjoy the same high standard of treatment as your sister. ”

Dark Coward frowned slightly and asked with some concern, "What do you mean? ”

“You took my things, and naturally you had to help me with my debts.” Brando replied.

Coward glared at him, his beautiful bloody eyes staring at him in amazement: "When did I take your things? ”

Brando shook his head and looked at the guy and remembered what had happened.

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