The Amber Sword

Brando's three men, led by Dawn, stepped on a damp pine needle into his own estate, and Old Scott's mill was situated on the banks of the Butch River, nestled in lush pine groves of , but at this time a pine needle had already dyed a faint brown and yellow color. Through the woods, you can almost see from this direction a woodstone structure of water mill, immersed a third of a giant water mill in the water of the Bucci River, slowly spinning, bringing up white water flowers, the water of the Bucci River rushing, but with a crystal clear view of the bottom of the river, you can see the finely pebbled river floor.

In Brando's memory, this is just the corner of the estate. There are actually houses in the woods. There is a warehouse behind the house, and then there is a piece of farmland. The end of the farmland, which connects to the densely littered forest, is the Buck Forest south of Prague; this is a land filled with memories of his childhood, and without even having to take the initiative to remember, these images will automatically come to mind.

Dawn was nagging about what had happened in Pragues for two years —— he was an old servant of the estate, and actually he could say he was a farmer, and in a small estate like this, his identity was not so detailed; Brando only knew that he had been an officer in the estate since his grandfather's time before he was born, and he had a wife named Northa, who worked as a cook in the estate, and he had always called her Aunt Northa since childhood. In addition, there are several other servants in the estate, which is similar.

Brando deliberately measured this uncle personality he had known for almost 20 years, the other party still had the same memories. He was nagging like a woman and admonished his miserable mother-in-law. In short, he had nothing to do for so long. There was no news, but in the end, the other party showed a very humble attitude towards his little master.

Brando also smiled slightly, taking only a few words as a breeze. However, he paid special attention to the palm of the other hand, which was by no means a pair of hands with agricultural tools, and the position of a dense hemp cocoon on it, only a sword would leave such a mark for many years, and must also be a heavy sword. He knows that both Eruin and Krutz soldiers prefer heavy swords that are good at fighting, especially the highlanders' cavalry.

This so-called Uncle Dawn also has at least the power of the silver class, and he is also a captain among the highland knights. These details Brando was ignorant in the past, and he really doesn't know what to say.

He did not unravel it, but followed it silently, listening to each other nag. He actually knew a lot of the things in Dawn's mouth. After all, he stayed in Prague for a long time after the Black Rose War, which was also the most volatile period in Prague. After the departure of the dead, the influx of refugees and the loss of Butch, the southern pattern of the Golan Elson changed dramatically, and the impact on this heavy town was obvious. But after hearing about her disappearance, her mother washed herself with tears almost every day, and Brando's heart was still full of guilt, purely from her heart and from deep feelings in her veins.

He had a dark face. Dawn noticed the look on his little master's face, and in turn persuaded him: “Just come back, just come back. ”

Both girls followed behind and listened quietly, knowing Brando for a long time, but curious about Brando's mysterious origins. Now this nagging old servant, this little manor hidden in the woods, even the squeaky water wheel over there, has greatly satisfied their curiosity. Antittina didn't know her lord's birth until after the Battle of Ambessel, but she never dreamed that the legendary sword, Saint Darus, had hidden in this place after her disappearance and became a miller; and Freya had guessed from the beginning that Brando might be a nobleman's son, but in her eyes there was no difference between a large nobleman and a small nobleman. The owner of the estate also seemed to her to have a face. Instead, she thought she was right, not to mention that Brando was the grandson of Lord Darius.

Dawn, of course, also noticed the two girls, he didn't think much, but he thought that his little master was a talented person. Although the nobility and the knight lady could not speak of the city, putting it on the land of Pragues is also a rare beauty on the left, especially the nobility from Antitina, every move shows an elegant and quiet style. He is a person who has seen the world. Normal nobility is not able to cultivate such an excellent nobility etiquette. It is inevitable that his little master will not grunt where he has kidnapped a Count's gold. Come on?

And the other one was even worse. Dawn saw the identity of the Freya soldier at a glance, and also learned the knight etiquette. He seemed to be an incumbent knight. He accidentally glanced at Freya's shoulder badge. He couldn't help but scream at Martha. His little master tricked a female knight back from there. He is a highland knight and naturally understands the military system of Eruin. A knight like this must be at least at the level of strength of the silver peak. Dawn did not see Brando's strength. After all, after reaching the factor, his strength symbol disappeared. Brando now looks like an ordinary man to outsiders, and no one will associate a young man under the age of twenty with a master of the factor class.

To say that other people don't know, he doesn't know what level his little owner is, and to say that Brando has been digitizing the elements for a year and a half, Dawn must think this is a joke for him.

However, he thought of the guests in the estate, couldn't help but have a headache, and thought that the two girls brought back by his little master were excellent and very troublesome.

Of course, he wouldn't say these words. It's just that Antina and Freya still felt that Dawn looked at them with a particular acumen. They were both blushing at the same time. Seeing this scene, Dawn understood the score of 89, thinking that his little master was truly extraordinary.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the estate, Brando's eyes were first hot, because not far from him he saw an incredibly familiar shadow. The shadow stood in the stables next to the mill. At the age of forty and fifty, he was tall, carrying a pipe, and wearing the hat of a farmer common in the area. At first, he apparently didn't notice anyone behind him. He was brushing his horse hair, but when he heard the noise behind him, he turned back slightly. His eyes fell on Brando and his eyebrows frowned.

That's his father, old Scott.

Brando was still hesitating to ask how he should first meet his closest relatives in the world, as if it were a natural reaction, and when he saw the face, he had spoken out unconsciously: “I'm back, old man...”

Almost all of his voice was shaking, and there was a strong emotion in his chest, which told him that this was his home, his father, his closest family, but he had a heart to say something else, but when he spoke, he just felt dry in his mouth and couldn't say a word.

Nor did Old Scott open his mouth, but he looked at him silently, then dropped a cold hum, he dropped his brush and turned around and walked into the house, leaving Brando standing there embarrassed.

“Hey," Dawn couldn't help but sigh at this scene, "Brando, Mr. Scott he...”

“You don't have to say it, Uncle Dawn, I get it.” Brando also laughed bitterly, of course he knew it was his fault, and he knew the old man's personality, which he used to call stubbornness, but now it's more of a soldier's principle. At such a glance, he understood that the family's secrets were probably hidden from Brando alone. His father was no more powerful than Dawn, and the smell of him was typical of the military's doings. Today, Eluin can only find such a professional soldier among the highland knights.

He now understands that his father was probably part of the November war, and most likely a grandfather's.

He turned around and saw that Freya was a little upset, while the aristocratic lady looked at him somewhat narrowly. He sighed too: "Uncle Dawn, go ahead and do your own thing. ”

“Okay, okay.” Dawn also obviously understood the master's temper, even promised. He finally looked at Brando's three people and went around the back of the farm with a donkey. He had things to do, but now that the little master is back, these trivial things are just small things.

“Brando, are you okay?” Freya was a little uncomfortable when she saw Dawn leave.

Brando gave her a comforting look, indicating nothing, but everyone could see that the army facing Madara, the devil, the Krutz were all calm and proud Count, which was actually very nervous at the moment. Antitina looked at her lord as if she was comforted, but opened her mouth without knowing what to say.

After all, it is the Lord's household...

It was a while before a woman rushed out of the inner house. She had just arrived at the door and saw Brando standing outside in the open space. She was fixed there like a demon. At that moment Brando also had a chest congestion, some emotions did not need language to describe, he didn't think he had left for six months, the face in his memory actually looked a little old, his mother's name was Windsor, once a famous beauty in the neighborhood, but now she also had wrinkles in the corner of her eyes, there was silver wire in both corners, and the moment was not yet seen, but the time had passed.

In that moment there was nothing but a saying in his heart: "The Son desires to feed and the Parents do not treat."

Windsor cried tears and asked carefully, "Brando, is it really you? Are you back? ”

With just one sentence, Brando's psychological defense was completely broken. He clasped his lips, trying to say something, but he didn't know what to say. The field of vision was blurred and he nodded forcefully: "Sorry, Mother. ”

“Silly child, silly child,” Windsor rushed over to Brando and stroked her son's face deeply: “Just come back and say sorry. ”

“Mother…”

Brando has a thousand words in his heart and a lot of ambition, but it can only be translated into two words. All the memories in his heart, all the times, everything from the past, the father, the mother, the grandfather, every drop of affection, seemed to sink into a flood, spraying out of his chest. He was Sophie, Brando, and he did a lot of things, from all the flowering and summer leaf years to the sword years, and he even changed the country and the fate of countless people himself, but only at this moment did he realize that he was not drifting in the world, he was not an idle spectator.

He owns everything...

Home, this bay, represents all those who await him in the bay; he thought that the world was separated from himself, but only today did he realize that it was only a barrier that he himself had erected because of fear.

And the power of warmth is enough to break down the world's strongest fortress.

At this moment, Brando finally realized that something, the power hidden in the bones and blood, does not need to be described and described in words, just waiting for a moment, it will naturally burst out of the human mind; it is as if it were a cry from the depths of the soul, only related to the emotions of nature, once it bursts, it will drown all reason, the previous generation and all the emotions of this world converge at this moment, and in Brando's trance of vision, let the world show another meaning in his eyes.

It exists.

And not illusions.

It belongs to everyone in the world, Warnde.

And it belongs to him, Warnde.

Brando bent down silently, still embraced himself by his mother as if he were a child, still falling on his shoulder by his mother's tears, a sense of tranquillity in his heart, all tiredness, at this moment completely let go, as if to return to the harbor, back to that worry-free era. Antina watched this scene with some envy, and she used to be happy with everything, but eventually went away, her father, her mother, her memories of the past were still visible, and she remembered the last time her mother put her hand in her hand on the bed, calling her little name, “Anna, Anna.” The voice was so weak, but so gentle, and Mama's palms were so cold that her heart was also cold, but sometime, the nobleman Qianjin had died biting her lower lip and falling tears in tears.

But suddenly she felt a soft and weak hand holding her hand from behind, Antina looked at Freya surprisingly, and saw that Miss Knight's eyelids were also a little red. Freya was raised by Aunt Hill and her uncle, as if she had never seen her parents since the day she understood, she might not have cared, but the scene she saw today touched the most fragile string in her heart.

Brando soothed his mother so easily, but the two ladies who followed him had become tears, and he looked at them somewhat unbeknownst, but soon he thought of something, soft-hearted, hurriedly and quietly introduced Antina and Freya to his mother.

Windsor had long noticed Antina and Freya with her son. Her eyes were nothing worse than Dawn's. At first glance, she could not help but blame Brando for not taking good care of the girl. She had just heard from Brando about the two of them, creating infinite compassion in her heart, hurriedly walking over to grab their hands and whisper comfort to each other.

Antina was fine, she quickly calmed down, wiped away tears, and was a little embarrassed to re-introduce herself to Brando's mother. But she claimed that she was Brando's employee, causing Windsor to stare at Brando a few times without temper, which means that you will look good later, this is really not a delusion, Brando couldn't help but cry bitterness in his heart, he hurried to make eyes at Antitina frequently, but I didn't expect to see the gentle and quiet staff lady this time of the week, after a good moment, smiled at him secretly.

“Holy shit.” Brando now realizes that Antittina is playing a trick. He has never seen a nobleman like this before, but it seems that women all have one thing in common.

Fortunately, Freya is still the old Bucci country girl, who maintains a simple heart. She was a little sad, but now Windsor grabbed her hand and asked her a long question, and she was very embarrassed to get up. She had to blush and not say a word. It was Brando who looked at his mother as if something was wrong. He grabbed an opportunity to intervene and was about to say it, but didn't want Windsor to turn back at this time. Some seriously said to him: "Brando, Freya and Antitina are good girls, you can't be sorry for them. ”

As soon as she said that, Antina and Freya's face brushed red, and Miss Clerk looked at Brando with some embarrassment, and Freya almost didn't bury her head in her chest.

“Holy shit, what's this with?” Brando was foolish, trying to explain, but his mother stared at him so hard: “In other words, how are you going to explain it to Uncle Burnett? ”

“Uncle Bride? Explain what?” Brando was slightly stunned, and he was a little confused. How could he not have found his mother thinking so divorced before? He thought about it for a while before finally realizing whose name it was - Bournet, the Knights of the Highlands commander. “The Highland Knight is inside the estate, and most likely Bunid himself!” The message flashed through his mind, but he couldn't help but grab his hair - the question is, what seems to be explained by the Highland Knight himself? Like you didn't offend them, did you? He stared at his mother and asked, “Mother, what is this all about? ”

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