The Amber Sword

The night was as cool as water, Brando slowly proceeded along a quiet deserted trail, and the silent forests separated in his sight, revealing a winding path through the woodlands. Far and close to the ears is the sound of running water, and the right hand side of the woods gleams beneath the moonlight, which is the direction of the Butch River. After the bushes split apart, the road ahead suddenly widened, and the dilapidated cabin was like a sleeping beast, hidden behind lush branches.

He was already very familiar with the road, and every day during the decade he had to tread the morning light through the woods and follow that tall shadow; a lukewarm stump of tree suddenly entered his field of view, and there seemed to be an old man and a young man beside the stump, looking at the teenager, the teenager with a wooden sword, repeatedly shouting and waving at the air. But the stakes were already full of moss, and even a brown mushroom grew on the roots, and the figure seemed to dissipate under the moonlight, bringing time back to reality.

This quiet sawmill was abandoned 10 years ago, and the owner of the sawmill transferred it to a local nobleman, but the nobleman also closed the sawmill shortly after because of mismanagement, and Brando's memory of it began there until his grandfather died.

The quiet scenery seemed to restore his confusion, but Princess Griffin's words still stood:

“There was also the Silver Queen, King Wind Elf and His Holiness the Pope of Finzan. ”

“They were not only intellectuals, but also relatives, and only they knew exactly what had happened during the Alkash Mountains War. There is one other thing I would also like to tell you, Mr. Brando, that the Pokémon owe Lord Darus. ”

But it wasn't that simple, Brando shook his head. Because he remembers what Veronica said to him —— that jihad ended 40 years ago, and since then, the Silver Queen has only walked one step at a time to the top of the Empire. When she was young, she had an unexpected encounter that left her young forever, and even the Dragons owed her a debt of gratitude. The cluttered threads seemed to start to connect, and Brando saw the shadow of the Golden Nation at this moment behind a long history.

Dragon tribe.

Why is the Dragons involved in this matter?

He actually has another name in mind right now —— Aloz.

Brando walked silently to the beach, and a stump of trees made up this vast area, across the river, a quiet stag forest, where legends of the past, old witches, fairies, white stags, haunted castles, brought him endless joy as a child. The spirit of adventure in the nature of the boy is the natural enemy of the adult. Although the local children were ordered to forbid them to enter the forest, on two occasions, he was called to succeed.

Gradually, the childhood memories dissipated the suspicions in his mind, and for a moment Brando remembered the stinking ass guy from Bresson, who was the head of these kids outside the city, and Bresson followed the noble kids in the city like a dog, who had done a few rough fights between them and had a nasty face. But he couldn't beat Bryson at that time, and the resentment between the two had been over since then.

He shook his head, the faces of the swinging children dissipated in his mind, Bryson went north, and he didn't know what happened. His little contradiction with each other dissipated as early as Ambethel. His father, Sir Habji, visited his home in the afternoon and must have heard news about himself from senior members of the Van Meer Corps. He remembered the temperament of the Lord Ser when he became sheriff of the peace, although Habji had resigned from his post in the Lordship Council last year and returned home to rest in peace; when Brando saw him again, Sir Habji was white, as if he were 10 years old.

Habqi came naturally from his family to get news about Bryson, and he didn't hide it, and Bryson actually commissioned him to send a message to his house while he was in Ambesseur. But Brando still felt like water when he saw his hair flowering white, his rickety back, and a strong man talking to himself, as if the wind had dried Sir Habqi like a little old man.

“Oops, Bresson, that kid doesn't know how to live, Brando. You guys grew up together, you have to help him. Don't let him offend too many people. ”

I can't help but think of Sir Habutch, Brando was a little funny, and in his impression, it seemed like Brayson was really the same person. But I couldn't have gotten there myself, if I hadn't been too stubborn when I was younger, I wouldn't have let my grandfather learn all by himself. He sighed and slowly proceeded along the beach, squeaking bugs in the silent sawmill 10 years ago, still today, only the moonlight became brighter and the running water seemed clearer.

Brando slowly passed through these familiar scenes, and almost every stump had his memories. There was a hidden understanding in his mind, as if the world had gradually become real and clear in his eyes since daylight. The ever-present mindset of passengers and players had finally begun to crack, and Brando could even hear the broken sound of glass, which was melting in the ice.

He raised his head and a heavy shadow appeared in front of him, as if the whole world had become the same colour as the old dyed photograph. He saw the past, the sight of his grandfather practicing his sword here, every sword, every step, every arm lifted, the trajectory of the sword's light clearly reflected in his memory.

He saw himself hit again and again and then climbed up, complaining and sometimes having a tantrum.

But the old man, he just looked at himself silently.

But for a moment, like a demon, he saw the legendary sword, Saint Darius, raising his head and looking in this direction. Brando was frightened by a cold sweat, and he stood still under the bright moonlight, his memories flowing into his mind like running water.

From birth, to growth, from ignorance, to maturation, he seemed to see the last moment of his awakening from the dream, the swinging skeleton with the black rose sword, the barbed images, interwoven together, spinning rapidly, as if he had become a line extending forward, and Brando suddenly woke up, which was the law.

The Wall of Law became real and clear in front of him, and then it collapsed, and Brando raised his head and saw the whole world expanding in a void space, and at the very center of the world, a white tower fell straight into the clouds.

Second World White Tower Ovillea, legend has it that the White Tower supports all the order of Vaughn, is the line and the end of all the laws around which all the laws form a circle called the ‘world'; Martha writes all the truth and the laws on the White Tower, and travelers climb up around the White Tower to understand the truth of the world one by one.

As if a child were walking with an elder, a mortal is called to be on the side of truth -

Brando suddenly opened his eyes and added a strange glow to his bright eyes - what is space and time? They themselves describe the state of matter as if it existed, yet not in the world, but the core law of the world finally opened the door to him at the moment when he really touched Vaughn.

Brando raised his hand, and the stone that was supposed to exist above a realistic landmark disappeared, and then appeared before him, and he had the feeling that he could easily change the nature of the substance, and the surface of the stone became a pit depression as if it were wind erosion, and then it broke and eventually turned into powder.

As if it had gone through tens of millions of years.

This is the ultimate unity of law and will.

Brando understood that he had unconsciously stood at the door on the side of truth, that his mood, after a long journey, was finally united with the world, and that Brando and Sophie were long gone from one another. Past knowledge and experience, memories and feelings fit perfectly together, and he felt that his strength had not grown, but that he could easily suppress each other if he was to fight again against Coward or Williams.

Brando smiled, and the first thing he did was open the panel.

Human male, age 20.

Strength System: Element Areas (My Rules), Parent Permissions.

Spacetime ——

(In the eyes of the people of Hassal, time and space themselves are a concept used to describe the state of existence of the world. If matter and energy do not exist, time and space collapse accordingly. But concepts tend to extend to the power of definition and imagination, which is the root of the law, the key to existence-)

Elemental Strength (44)

Lord ——

‘Space is constrained and managed by you’

As long as the line of law tends to stabilize, the masters of time and space can make the next attack appear on any coordinate in space, and you can also make any object appear on any coordinate.

Consumption: 50-point power of order

Steady --

‘Space is the furthest distance between people, how can you hurt me if you can't cross it? - Sardine, King of Law Wizards.

The Line of Laws protects the armor and weapons of the user, which are considered unbreakable as long as the attack fails to break through the Laws. In addition, it firmly grants an extra +2 Defense to the masters of time and space.

Consumption: passive

Time--

"Time is my ally, your enemy."

The masters of time and space allow one or more beings to be completely decayed or restored, and the extent of decay and recovery depends on the power of the masters to dominate the order.

Consumption: Any

Gap ——

"You seem to be in the crack of time, and it's always flowing more slowly than you."

The masters of time and space no longer age naturally, thus doubling their lifespan and doubling their physical function due to metabolism.

Consumption: passive

The Power of Order: 03,000

The four pillars of the elements have changed completely and must become dominion, passing into time, which not only gives him control over himself, but also over everything that exists in the line of law, even the enemy. Time not only strengthens the ability to age, but now has the power to go back. Such power is already close to being a god. But the consumption that followed was astonishing, and he had previously experimented with the power of decay, turning a stone into powder, and instantly consuming the power of 3,000 points of order after the peak of factor chemistry.

Brando couldn't help but smile, and the ability still looked good, but at his level of power, it was simply unusable. The only comfort is that it's at least a little better than when the elements were developed. Moreover, the clearance capacity has been further strengthened, the aging rate has slowed again, and the physical function has doubled, an attribute that, in his view, had some chicken ribs, but is now a very practical passive skill.

But what really made the biggest difference to him was his rank:

Mercenaries have changed to level 40, adding three skills: diving, Greyhews knight swordsmanship, and broken sword, in addition to the original military swordsmanship, weapons mastery, assault, in-depth analysis, puncture strike, nine weeks after wind, flashing sword and riding.

The elements changed to level 27, and the skills were not changed, although alchemy was raised to level 10 by the students.

The Chaplain Knight became Level 30, and the Blood of the Flaming Yang, the Spike Crown, and the Conflict Halo all went straight to Level 15, adding a skill called Sacred Infusion.

The Guardian of Frost Earth has become Level 25. Skills or just like before, nothing has been learned. Just a basic frost bite for the Sword Enchant.

Scholars then grew the most, moving directly from fifteen to fifty, with gray knowledge, geography, nature, engineering and local knowledge of all kinds, the most numerous of which were religious knowledge about Fanzan and local knowledge about Madala.

And beneath all the professions, there's an extra Brando profession--

Two-handed swordsman, level 30.

When Brando saw the profession, he almost shed tears. If he saw the change in his attributes before him, he didn't understand what was happening, but when he saw the profession, his mind was all alone. Because of this profession, it's exactly what Sophie has been doing to her last profession, purely a level 130 two-handed swordsman.

He learned to dive from nightingale players in White City and from the Greyhews Knights the famous Knights Swordsmanship, who struck his only advanced swordsmanship, the Broken Army Sword, in a copy beneath the ruins of Varata. His holy knight's skill level came from before the demise of Eruin, and his alchemy was shaped in the early days of the game, learning to refine blood, and then it was abandoned. His knowledge comes from a long journey, he lived in Eruin, worked with the Brotherhood of Thieves to learn about the gray areas of the world, he went to St. Osor, he went to Finn Zan, he went to Greyhews and even dived into Madara.

But these are past histories.

These experiences have long been in his mind.

But it wasn't until this moment that the system finally recognized this knowledge, combining them with Brando's experience in the world, just as Brando's soul left behind in this body with the experience of militia and swordsmanship when he took over. Now derived from Sophie's experience and knowledge, she finally and naturally blended into the body. However, the experience gained in the game with swordsmanship and combat is not as solid as it was in real life, so it seems that the system only recognizes less than a quarter.

But that's one quarter, and that leaps his boundaries to the top of the element.

The side of truth is not too close.

That was an unexpected harvest.

Brando took a long breath, and all along he could feel the separation between himself and the world. It was the separation that slowed him down before and after the elements of chemistry. He had invested his experience in several professions, but the boundaries of the elements remained unchanged. But on that day, he finally broke the knot, and the road to the power of existence seemed to become clearer to him, and he understood that the road was still long, but at least not out of reach.

It was as if the mind had returned to the shell, and the subtle noise of the night was again captured by his five senses, and he listened carefully to the bugs and the currents, but at this time a strange voice was also heard in his ears.

Brando frowned, he felt his senses much more acute, before he noticed this subtle voice, he turned back in one direction, he could already be sure that the voice was someone's sword practice, the kind of crying wind he was too familiar with. But the question is, who practiced here in the middle of the night, and Brando looked in that direction somewhat confused.

……

Antitina stood by the squeaky water wagon, holding a coat, silently watching the glittering river under the moonlight. She kept thinking back to what she had seen in the afternoon. Sometimes she thought she might be better off if she hadn't seen it. She remembered walking past the short rose fence behind the estate. Everyone was admiring Mr. Old Scott's water wagon, but she saw her lord and her princess together in the corner.

She opened her eyes and saw Her Royal Highness approaching her lord, lifting her toes like a young girl who knew nothing, lifting her face and pecking her lips gently.

At that time, she almost screamed.

Even to this day, she still thinks she's blind.

But she immediately felt like she might be really blind, because he suddenly saw a person probing her in the bushes not far away, but it was so late, how could someone be in this place? Antina suddenly awoke, it wasn't her delusion, but someone was really there in the bushes, and she frowned and looked vigilantly at the place and whispered, “Who's there? ”

"Wow," he said, drilling a teenager in the bush like a beggar. He looked at Antitina with some uncertainty and asked carefully, “Are you Mr. Brando's wife? I'm looking for him. ”

Instead of shaking her head to deny her blush, Antina asked, "Who are you? ”

“My name is Dean, and I have urgent business to tell Mr. Brando. ”

The teenager replied.

……