The Amber Sword

After a night of silence, Brando and Freya sat silently together for the whole night, the former with a heavy heart, while the latter had a heart to say but did not know where to start. In Freya's mind, I don't know what kind of emotion this man has in front of me may be, but I don't think there should be - she's not sure about it anyway, but since she knows the relationship between Brando and Roman, she's naturally embarrassed to plug it in with her thin face. However, when she perceived the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Antina with a woman-specific acumen, there was inevitably a little anger in her mind.

Throughout the night, she sat silently on a wooden bench, one page at a time, turning over the thin brochure on her hand, the book wasn't too thick, and she quickly turned distracted to the last page, subconsciously raising her head, and seeing Brando looking at herself with a bright eye, she buried her head slightly, hurriedly, biting her teeth and thinking, “This damn playboy.” Then some hands and feet turned the booklet back on, thinking, “How could he and he stare at himself like that? That's rude! ”

Poor Brando, in fact, was thinking about the words of Viscount Tester and the letter from his mother. His eyes were not so much those of Freya as those of a subconscious walker behind her, but he had no idea that his image was already basically the same as that of the nobleman scum in the future goddess of martial arts.

The silence between the two persisted over a long night, but the arrival of the next morning could not be postponed.

As the first dawn rose over the roof of the tall building opposite the shattered wooden building and through this window, onto the desk, but not across the middle line, a resolute knock came out of the door. When Brando first returned to God, he rose up and found himself opposite the future goddess of the kingdom with her hands on her knees. The book rested on the back of her hand, she drowned her head, and the long ponytail with her head pecked, had fallen asleep, but only her upper body stood straight, worthy of the title of knight of the kingdom.

Brando couldn't help but laugh, reached out to pat each other on the forehead, Freya was extremely alert, opened her eyes immediately, her hands were consciously going to draw the sword, but before that, the book on her hand snapped and fell to the ground, she woke up and looked at the scene, her face turned red.

“Brando, I--”

“Actually, I slept a little too.” Brando laughed, although not sleeping for a day or two because of his physical qualities with Freya doesn't really have much to do with it, but it's hard to change people's habits for a while, not to mention the week-long drive to Malawton plus the previous vicious war, in fact, everyone's mental breakdown is very tight.

“Somebody knock? ”

When Brando heard the knocking, he nodded and replied: "The little guy I hired.” Then he comes to the door, opens the door, and he sees the teenager standing out of the door somewhat anxiously last night, but Brando notices that he's still holding a basket with some bread cheese and stuff in it, and his eyes have just fallen on these things, and the latter explains as if he was scared of a misunderstanding: "My lord, I just thought you didn't need breakfast? ”

I didn't expect this guy to be quite business minded, Brando was dumb and smiling, but he looked up and said: "Put it down, you're here so early, I'm sure I told you yesterday to go and find out. ”

The teenager hurried to put the basket down, although it still appeared somewhat restrained, but instinctively revealed a similar tone: “Really, my lord, what you asked me to do, how dare I be lazy, what you asked me to ask, I listened well. ”

“The miller named Scott, you got it?” Brando asked. Scott is actually his father's name in this world, but outsiders usually call him Old Scott.

“I've been listening all night, my lord. It's not too late for bed. Look, I'm on my way to you.” The teenager replied hastily, as if he had a natural gift in this regard, painting and painting: “It is true that there is such a man, his estate is just south of Prague, right next to the Butch River. But I hear he runs a mill here, but that's what happened for decades. During the reign of His Majesty the late King, their home was still outside the home, but it seemed that there was some kinship between them and the nobility of Karasu. ”

Just one night of snooping is a good result, but Brando knows that this is because his father is at least a miller, at least a small famous person around the neighborhood, if he changes to an anonymous citizen, it's not so easy to find out the exact news. “What else?” He asked again.

“And... well..." The teenager frowned and thought about it. He grabbed his hair as if he was just remembering something about the garlic peel: “And... by the way, I heard he had a son who disappeared in the war, which was bad enough. ”

That is to say, Brando understands that there are not many people who seem to know what they went through later. After all, most of the people heard about Count Toniguer, and his real name is not widely disseminated. Even if a phrase falls into the ears of the locals, they will not be reminded of the relationship between the Count of the Paradise Kingdom, the descendants of Sword Saint Darus and a miller. In terms of the cultural level of this era, it is very common to repeat names, not to mention civilians, even nobles sometimes face such embarrassment. Otherwise, Ansen X, Obergu VII, how did these names come about?

And he nodded, “What else, I asked you to ask if the family had any guests in recent times, did you hear that? ”

The teenager nodded hastily: “I think so. ”

“Seems to be, is it or isn't it?” Brando was very dissatisfied with the answer, and his previous questions were just to determine if the guy had a message or not. In fact, the question was the real center of gravity. I didn't expect the guy to give him an ambiguous answer as soon as he opened his mouth, just like he said or didn't say.

The teenager was frightened and quickly looked at his face and found that the ‘very well placed' employer did not look like he was going to be furious before he licked his lips and added: “I think there should be. I went to ask people who had dealt with their homes on these days, and they all said no, no visitors, no strangers staying nearby. But, my lord, this time I left my heart open, because I thought some guests might not be happy to let people know that they existed," The teenager said, looking carefully at Brando's face, and when he noticed a slightly surprised and admirable look on the latter's face and nodded, he took it easy to continue: “So I changed my mind. ”

“Did you change the question?” Brando interrupted him and asked.

The juvenile nodded.

“What did you ask? ”

“I asked those people if there were any merchants, mercenaries or strangers passing by near the old Scott's mill these days, and you know, in our place, there are always very few foreigners, and any foreigner passing by - whether an adventurer, a mercenary or an outsider - we locals can tell them apart in a glance. My lord, guess what I asked this time, and those people told me that a group of knights passed by there a week ago. But I know the road to the old Scott mill, it's a dead end, and people don't walk through it. ”

Brando knew that the road was not really a dead end, that it passed through the south sawmill to Lidenburg, where he used to practice swordsmanship with his grandfather as a teenager, but after the invasion of the dead spirit, the road was completely abandoned, said to be a dead end, nothing short of thick.

“A team of knights, what about knights?” He continued to ask.

“Wearing blue robes, but the crest on the robes they can't describe. ”

“Blue robe.” Brando muttered to himself, he actually had the answer in his heart, looking at the whole of Eruin, the knight in the blue robe only had the highland knights without a nickname, certainly not excluding other forces fake, but this is unlikely, in Eruin risked offending the highland knights to impersonate them, he also had to do it, and the whole kingdom of Eruin is really not easy to find a second one. “Are you really a highland knight?” He shook his head and never figured out what it was like for these guys to go around looking for their parents? Do you want to reclaim the relationship your grandfather left behind and get close to yourself? It doesn't seem to be necessary for the free knights.

He closed his mind and looked at the teenager in front of him again: "Are you Dylan? ”

“Yes, my lord.” The juvenile responded respectfully, as if he had noticed something, adding with great agility: "I can always serve adults if they need me. ”

“Well, let me ask you, would you like to leave Prague?” Brando also appreciates the agility of this young man named Dion when listening to news, and the other side seems to have a natural gift for observing color. He was born a nightingale, and he has just arrived from Charles to set up an intelligence network in Cruz and Madara, and he just needs such a talent.

Dion heard such a question and a light flashed in his eyes. Of course he heard what Brando meant, but he hesitated and shook his head: “I'm afraid not, my lord. ”

When he saw the other side reject him, Brando got a little curious, because he obviously saw that Dion was moving, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why, are you afraid to go out and make a run for it? ”

Dion shook his head and explained, “No, my lord, but I still have a mother to take care of. My mother is not well, I can't go too far. ”

Brando suddenly glanced at the food in the basket on the ground and couldn't help but say with some laughter, "Are these things from your mother's pen? ”

Dion blushed, apparently unexpected that the adult had seen through his tricks a long time ago, some embarrassed to argue: “My mother's craftsmanship is no worse than that of those hotels. ”

Brando took a look at the teenager and felt a little more comfortable. Though he was just as idle on the street as everyone else, he wasn't a real gangster after all. He decided on an idea. He said to the other party: “Go back first, I'll send someone to find you later. You can rest assured that if I want to let you leave Prague, I will let you take your mother with you. As you are now, I'm afraid your mother won't have to worry. ”

Dion looked at him slightly, somewhat surprised: "Sir, are you telling the truth?” He had a faint guess in his heart that Brando might have thought he was going to take him for an entourage and be able to work with such a generous and generous owner, but he had never heard of that owner's willingness to let his entourage drag his family.

“Do I look like I have time to entertain you?” Brando answered in a disgusting manner.

“My lord, you are the most merciful man I have ever met.” Dylan replied sincerely.

Brando spent another silver coin to send this new attendant away, then lifted the basket off the floor and closed the door. He turned around and found out that Antitina was awake at some point and was lying in bed looking at him with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Lord, I'm useless.” She whispered when she saw Brando turn back. But Brando didn't have the heart to compare this to her. He looked at himself as a man. It was only natural to give a woman a break when there was only one bed. He shook his head and asked, "Did you hear that? ”

Antitina nodded.

“What do you think? ”

“He shouldn't have lied, but then, my lord, the men in your mother's letter are supposed to be highland knights.” She whispered.

“But I wonder why they came to me in such a circle. ”

“Lord, they may want to bypass other nobles.” Antitina replied.

In Brando's heart, that's all I can think of, but he's a little curious, what the highland knights want from other nobles. The truth is that he has been curious about these knights since the Battle of Ambethel, and even if he is Darius' grandson, he seems to have been a little overzealous. Though Darus had served as Marshal of the Allied Coalition and held a high position in Eruin, he was never the leader of the Highland Knight. The other side seemed to have little affiliation with his grandfather, and had nothing to do with him. If only for the sake of the descendants of a sword saint, he would show 120,000 passion and even be involved in a war, which was not surprising.

And from everything today, there really seems to be some secrets between each other and their grandfather's family.

“Charles, that guy is also keeping his mouth shut.” Brando complained with some frustration. In fact, he had spoken to Charles before the trip, but the guy was just acting crazy and selling silly as if he'd forgotten everything about his life, but Brando knew it was impossible, and Metisa was a real example, so he was angry and sent the guy back to his territory, and he was too lazy to bring him to Prague.

But since it was certain that the guest mentioned in his parents' letter was indeed a highland knight, rather than being coerced, at least he was relieved. He sighed and said to Freya and Antittina, "Anyway, we'll see what they're up to later. ”

“Brando, are you going to see them?” Freya asked curiously.

“Naturally, otherwise what?” Brando didn't answer nicely: “Besides, I haven't been home in a long time, so I should go back and check it out. ”

“Shall we go too, Lord?” Antitina asked.

Brando nodded, “Naturally, you're one of my staff and one of my assistants, naturally you have to help me worry, right? ”

Brando took it for granted, but the bureaucrat seemed to think of something else, and she drooped her head under the quilt, blushed, and stopped talking.

The three packed their things and soon left the room straight out of the city to Brando's memories of their own mill south of Prague, on the ‘dead end’ leading to the Lidenburg and Buck Forest sawmill, which is exactly what Des Ann described. Brando thought it would take him a while to figure out the path he remembered. After all, in Brando's memory, he'd been away for almost two years, and in Sophie's soul, he'd been here in the future.

Soon, however, the pine forests on the banks of the Bucci River became familiar to Brando's eyes, and two years later, apparently, did not lead to an overturning change in the area, as he proceeded along the beach and slowed down. He looked around, every black pine, even every rock on the beach, echoed his memory, and it was a wonderful feeling, as if he had been here more than once in some long dream.

He looked at the scenery like a scroll without saying a word, but his heart grew an emotion he'd never imagined.

That's guilt.

Almost two years after he had been away from home, and even less so during the previous year, he suddenly realized how worried his parents, especially the mother of the aristocratic family from Carrego, who, despite her insights in his memory, was still a small woman, gentle and quiet, had put almost all her heart into her son, apart from running the household.

The memory of myself seems to have never been a savvy guy, or I wouldn't have gone to such a remote place as Butch alone.

Grandfather's trusteeship, parents' expectations, seemed to return to his memory for a moment, even before he went here, he had hidden some resistance and strangeness in his heart, but at this moment the smoke dissipated and his heart was completely replaced by another deeper emotion.

That feeling was so sudden...

As if something awakened from the blood, he opened his mouth, and his heart created a kind of homecoming anticipation and timidity. He looked at everything in front of him, took a gentle breath and finally stopped.

“Brando? ”

A somewhat surprising voice suddenly came from not far away. Brando shivered slightly, and he looked in that direction, a middle-aged man walking in front of a donkey suddenly stopped, looking at him as if he had seen a ghost. Brando looked at the familiar face and said, “Uncle Dawn! ”

“Brando, are you really Brando? Are you alive? Are you back? ”

“Yeah, I'm back. ”

Brando just feels like there's something more in his eyes right now.

……