The Amber Sword

“Brando, let your father tell you these things," Windsor touched the shallow scar on her son's cheek - a scar that was left during the wolf disaster, though not obvious, but it still caused her heartache: “There are some things in our family that it's time to tell you. But now, tell me about what happened these days. You must have suffered a lot out there. ”

“Nothing, but Mom, you're not gonna let me stand here and say it. ”

“You see, I'm getting old. ”

“You are not old, you are a famous beauty far from us, more beautiful than the everlasting Elaine Goddess, from Sylman to Butch, from Manowell to Fort Kurk, I don't know how many envy the old man. ”

Windsor laughed and Freya and Antina laughed. They had never seen their lords like this. The hostess of the estate held the hands of the two little girls and introduced them into the house, which was a living room, compact and cozy, like the traditional style of the country house in the area, there was a fireplace, a flower rack on the wall, a basin of ceiling orchids in the house, next to the kitchen, and a low wooden cabinet against the wall, filled with tinted pots of porcelain, a sofa in the center of the living room, a coffee table, tea table had been prepared in the morning with various desserts sprayed with incense, and the heat was warm, all from the mill.

Brando remembered his mother's craftsmanship, and Antina and Freya couldn't help but admire each other, but they were both very elegant and had a few pieces to eat.

And then Brando started telling his mother what it was like, and he wasn't very good at telling stories, but he was also very organized. Speaking of how he escaped from Lidenburg, Windsor revealed a glorious look and said with some concern: “I heard that a mercenary and your father escaped from Lidenburg with refugees. I didn't expect you to be in there. Why didn't you come directly to us at that time? Your father was angry about this. ”

“I want to too,” Brando blushed, "but you know, I got into trouble with everything for a while, and I was worried about exposing myself and causing trouble at home, so I had to choose not to go home. ”

“Poor kid. ”

“Aunt Windsor, I can also testify on behalf of Brando, who was trying to get me into trouble with those evil cults, and I was so good at it, please help Brando explain it to Uncle Scott, it's not Brando's fault.” Freya gathered the courage to whisper at this time.

Windsor glanced at her with a smile: "Silly child, I don't blame you or Brando for this. Our old man was just bored with himself. He was stubborn and waited a while. Freya, Antina, if you don't mind, just call me Mama Windsor, and this will be your home. ”

Antina and Freya heard that their cheeks were only burning and they could bark, but their hearts were warm, Freya was fine, the nobles drowned their eyelids and almost shed tears again.

Brando didn't know what his mother was up to and hurried to interrupt: "Mom, there's a lot more going on back there. ”

“Oh?” Windsor was definitely caught in the eye: “Yes, and after that, where have you been? ”

“Then I went to Tonigal to settle the refugees. ”

“Tony Gehr, I think I've heard of this place, and, by the way, there seems to be a man out there called Count Tony Gehr. I heard that he had made the Cruz suffer in Ambethel. He had recently defeated even Maddalene. He helped His Highness defeat the army of Jean de Neil. I'm sure he will soon change his name to Count de Neil. ”

Brando knew his mother was always more knowledgeable. Otherwise, rural women would not know what made Denel, Toniguer, and could not see the relationship. Brando attributed this to his mother's aristocratic origins before, but now it seems that where ordinary small aristocratic families can cultivate such gold, as grandfathers, their mother's origins may not be too small in the beginning.

But he was somewhat surprised that his mother didn't seem to know who Count Tonigle was. Didn't Burnett tell them?

“Mama, you really don't know who Count Denel is? ”

“How do I know who the Count is, silly boy? I only heard rumors from the city. ”

“Ah?”

The surprise whisper was not from Brando, but from Antittina, the lady of the staff and her lord, who looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other. The Highland Knight didn't seem to tell his family exactly what happened during this time, so why did they rush to him? At one point Brando had to get more and more confused and wondered what medicines were being bought in those weird knight gourds on the Carasou Heights.

“Brando, do you know that Count Tony Gale? ”

Brando nodded and was about to ask, but at this point Dawn came out of the room and said to him, "Brando, Mr. Scott, he asked you to come. ”

Brando shut up and glanced at his mother, and Windsor nodded at him: "Go, Brando, go show your father what you are. Don't look at him like this. He hasn't been worried about you for a day. He even commissioned those relationships in the past to find you. Your grandfather... hey, forget it, go, your father will tell you everything. ”

Brando nodded, and he wanted to take Antitina with him, but thinking about it, this was going to see his father, and it seemed a little too vague to take Antitina with him; he looked subconsciously at the Lady of Staff, Antitina, who was in touch with him, and immediately understood what his lord was thinking, and responded hastily: "I'll stay with Aunt Windsor. ”

“Call Mom.” Windsor corrected.

Antitina blushed and said something with a mosquito-like voice. I'm afraid she didn't even hear herself clearly, but Windsor smiled. “Go,” she said. “Go, Brando, let your father take a good look at you. You're a man now. ”

Brando got up, walked into the house with Dawn, and they walked through a room, into the courtyard behind the estate, and he saw his father standing under an oak tree, and there was another man beside him, and Brando recognized that that was Bride, the leader of the Heights, but he saw that there was another young girl not far away, and when he saw each other, he stood there as if petrified.

Apparently the girl also noticed him, and she looked over her side and measured him carefully; the girl stood there, attacking the silver dress, her pointed ears through the silver hair, her hair against the soft face, but the look in her eyes was calm as if it were a dream: "Long time no see, Brando Sir. ”

“Princess… Your Highness? ”

Brando thought about all kinds of possibilities, but he never dreamed that Princess Griffin would end up in front of him.

How did Her Royal Highness get here? Brando felt like he was being held in the head, blank in his head, losing his ability to think. The visit of the Highland Knight was not unexpected, as his grandfather was Darus, his mother was a nobleman of Carrego, and the signs surfaced that he might have originated from the Highland Knight's family. But the highland knights, independent of Eruin's political system, have always held superior positions. When did they and Her Royal Highness and the royal family come together again?

Brando took a look at Brenner, at Her Royal Highness again, and at his father, and in a moment he was a little short on thought.

This is completely beyond his comprehension.

Brando subconsciously looked at his father and wanted a reasonable answer from the old man. But old Scott was wiping a big sword with his hands, and he was scrupulous, silently rubbing it shiny, and then he looked up at Brando, and he said, "I just heard that you've been through a lot in the past year and a half, and she called you Count, and your swordsmanship has grown a lot? ”

Boonid laughed: “Scott, your son is not what he used to be, and even I am not necessarily his opponent. ”

Scott's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked at his son in the face, when Brando ran to Bucci countryside because he couldn't eat the pain of militia training. He knew that his son was quite talented in swordsmanship, but he was naturally scattered, so he didn't lose his temper. It was only until the father died that Brando was taught by the father. The old man also forbade others in the estate to show swordsmanship. He was unable to intervene. Shortly after the father's death, this untouched man fled to Butch.

He had no idea that so many things were going to happen, and he didn't even know that his son was alive until before Buneeden got there.

Scott looked at the sword in his hand, and this is his old buddy, who carefully kept it for almost two decades, and today is the first time he's been able to see the sun again. He raised his sword, more than paddled, and looked at Brando.

“Old man, what the hell is going on?” Brando has become more and more confused.

“You want to know, after my turn, nature will tell you," Scott, raise your sword and put up a defensive stand: "To inherit something, you have to have that qualification first, or I'd rather you stayed mediocre, come on. ”

Brando knew at first glance that this was Eruin's military swordsmanship, but a two-handed swordsmanship package. Honestly, his father's strength also tends to be above the gold field. Looking at Eruin is also a good player in the top of the ranks, but at this moment in his eyes, it is very fragile. “The old man is still far worse than his grandfather.” Brando thought, but there was an embarrassing look on his face: “Old man, forget it. ”

He's not scared, but worried that if he can't get the old man off the stage with his own two or three moves; besides, His Royal Highness and Bunid are still here, with the old man's stubborn nature, if he really disgraces the old man, I'm afraid his good days will be over.

“Mr. Scott, let me do it.” Griffin suddenly said.

“Your Highness, you...?” Scott snapped.

“Scott, let Her Royal Highness try it,” Bounid smiled.

Scott hesitated for a moment, and he glanced at his son, looked at the princess, nodded: “Then ask Her Royal Highness to be safe. ”

Brando kept an eye out for Bunnid, who laughed like an old fox and didn't know what the hell he was up to. Griffin took the sword from him and came to Brando with a dress in his hand. “Count, in swordsmanship, you are Haruze's teacher, and you are my teacher," she put up her sword and offered Brando a gift: “Teacher, please tell me. ”

The half fairy princess bowed slightly, and when she attacked the long dress, she held the long sword, like a lily flower blooming in the afternoon sun, which was heartbreaking. But when she stood up again, with her face on her face, the momentum changed, as if she were no longer the eldest princess of the kingdom of Eluin, but a lady knight of the roots. She looked at Brando with her silver eyes, and all she had left was Brando's figure, one hand pulling the dress, one step forward, one sword stabbing Brando with one hand.

The blade of that sword sparkled in the sun that stretched through the leaves like a bouquet of flowers.

Scott saw the sword and had to nod his head behind his back. Her Royal Highness's sword was not a flower stand and showed a fairly solid basic merit. He couldn't help but look at Brando, and at his son's past level, even if he came to ten, he couldn't take the sword.

But Brando didn't panic, backed away, let Her Royal Highness sword, and then gently tapped it with the sheathed sword of the earth, and let Griffin go someplace. Her Royal Highness returned helplessly, with some red flutters on her face. She looked at him with a little surprise. Although she knew that Count Tonigle had excellent swordsmanship, she did not expect to defuse her offense so lightly.

She could feel Brando not push harder, not even a few points faster than the average person, simply using his skills against her swordsmanship.

Scott frowned, and Brando's hand seemed more famous to him as a knight who had been on the battlefield, containing more than just swordsmanship, but the experience of combat, and only a man who had lived through hundreds of wars dared to face so slightly the blade that others had stabbed him straight. He couldn't help but look at his son, who Bounid hadn't told him about Brando's great work, but he also guessed a few points at the moment, thinking that his son was in a terrific situation out there this time.

The sword of the princess did not succeed. She immediately took the sword and sank it. The opposite sword struck Brando's waist. The sword blade drew a silver arc along with her figure, but more beautiful was the dancing dress, which seemed to Brando to be foolish. Unlike the stabbing, this sword he could no longer avoid. He had to use the sword of the sheathed earth to crush the sword of Her Highness. Then he took a step forward and stuck it on the route of the attack of Griffin. Her Highness felt only a sinking sword. The next moment Brando's figure was blocked in front of herself. She wanted to collect the sword, but it was too late. Her hand was tight, and the sword had fallen on the ground when it sounded.

Griffin's sword is a more famous technique in white crow swordsmanship, wings spinning, Brando can no longer be familiar with the technique, he almost saw the technique and subconsciously used the best response method, but when one hand held the other's wrist tightly with the sword sheath card, almost let the princess's entire back affix to his chest, he realized what kind of silly thing he had done, and stuck for a while.

This is fucked!

Brando had only one thought in his mind at that moment.

Not only was it him, but Scott was surprised, and he never knew that his son was so bold that he had defeated Her Royal Highness without mercy, but had also blatantly taken advantage of Her Royal Highness. Martha, Scott just felt like the biggest mistake of his life was not teaching Brando what it means to be a gentleman, but he suddenly had a little bit of luck in his heart. Luckily, he didn't really do it with his son, otherwise it wasn't his son, but his son did. Then he had to throw a clean face in front of Bunid.

There was some pride in his heart. After all, they were a family of knights, who stood by their swords. The generation of the Cadilloso family had finally failed to embarrass the family and far exceeded everyone's expectations.

There was a little quiet in the courtyard.

Griffin stayed for a moment without showing any shame on her face. She struggled gently and said, "Teacher, can you let me go? ”

Brando reacted and hurried to let go of Her Royal Highness. He felt his cheeks rolling up to his earlobes. He thought, "Oh, my God, what have you done?” The last time I contacted Ambethel was a fool, I'm afraid I couldn't wash myself enough to jump into the Yellow River. He couldn't help but look at Her Royal Highness with some shame, but Griffin's face was very calm. She bent over and picked up the sword on the ground, looked quietly at Brando and gasped for a moment before saying, “Mr. Scott, could you leave me alone with the Count? ”

Scott and Bournet looked at each other as if they had swapped colors before nodding.

But before leaving, Brenda smiled and said to Brando, "Little man, you have great courage. As an ‘uncle', I will pray for you. ”

Brando's old man, Mr. Old Scott, was more implicit, and he just glanced at him and warned, "Do as you please. ”

When Brando saw the two men walking out of the yard one after the other, he did not understand what it meant, and he turned around and saw Griffith standing with her sword in her hands; she stood under the tree, raised her head, and the thin light between the leaves fell on her shoulders, looking like a fairy in the forest, her eyes crossed the yard, looking at the fading farmland outside the estate and the distant stag forest, and she said softly: "Mr. Knight, can I call you that? ”

Brando's face was still warm, especially uncomfortable when he was alone with Her Royal Highness, as if that soft touch was still in his arms, with a hint of lily blossom on his body, making him a little deaf, but he nodded.

Griffin glanced at him and his silver eyes contained a very complex complexity, not sure if it was joy or worry.

“You must be wondering why I'm here with the Highland Knight, right? ”

Brando nodded.

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(PS: It seems like there's a place in front of me that's been written wrong for less than two years, a year and a half, and I think it's been written for six months.