The Amber Sword

Brando and Freya tread through the moonlight of the forest, pine shadows resembling a narrow tunnel, gentle footsteps sandy, a circle of moons on pine needles, night barks screaming under lonely nights, and sharp screams penetrating the forest land far away. Brando walked quickly and Freya could barely keep up. She held her clothes down with one hand in case she got hung up by a miserable shrub, but her heart had fallen on the hands of both of them, and her mind was fluttering. She remembered that she had never had the chance to be alone with Brando since Prague, the last time she walked with him so much under the night, or in the Buck Forest - also in this forest.

“Brando, where are we going? ”

“Wait and you'll see. ”

Freya stopped talking and, although a little shy, let Brando squeeze his hand tight. The two moved forward and backwards in the forest, which was a long and brief journey. Gradually, the branches were separated in front, the forest land became sparse, and the dim light seemed to shine. Freya realized that they had passed through the forest from the other side, but wondered what was ahead.

Here it is, and here it is, but Brando thought of it.

The forest opened a gate in front of the two of them, and behind the gate there seemed to be a lively and bustling market, which was situated on the edge of the forest, dotted with lights on the market, Mars dots, as if the fairies in the forest were hosting a feast, lit a cluster of torches, gathered here. But Freya looked far away at the skewed shacks, the cabins, and suddenly held her heart with her left hand, and she opened her mouth slightly, realizing where it was.

Since the Black Rose War, refugees from Riedenburg and the Butch area have gathered near Pragues, some of whom left this sad area to carry their families to Manowell in the north or around Kurk and Magitan, but there have always been homeless people left behind with weak and old women and children who are unable to compete with the locals and can only build sporadic settlements along the edge of the forest to reclaim wasteland in the forest. Some of the refugees who had fled with Brando from Riedenberg felt the bounty of Brando and, under his arrangement, accompanied Leto's mercenary regiment to Toniguer, but the few who wished to leave their homes were, after all, more likely to choose to stay, especially those in Butch or in the north.

“Look, Freya, these are the people who put their hopes on you, and they're in a bad situation. Ask them, and ask everyone who survived that holocaust if they respect you because of your origins, and look at you.” Brando was somewhat touched to say that in the last generation he knew these places well, that the settlements had been built throughout his beginner years, and that he knew very well what a group of people lived in these shacks.

Freya had completely lost her autonomous feelings at this moment, and she held Brando's hand tightly and couldn't help but shed tears, which was the source of her dream home, her neighbors, her ideals and her beliefs.

Aunt Hill, Uncle, Captain Madden, Little Finnish, and everyone else, did all this trust in her stem from her origins?

This is an unanswered question.

“Remember that vow you made, Freya? ”

“Brando... Brando...” Freya muttered to herself as if she were torturing herself.

“Freya, you're Everton's daughter, but you're Butch's daughter, and that won't change no matter what you achieve in the future.” Brando stood in the night breeze and replied quietly.

“I know... I should have known...” Freya closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously: “I'm sorry, Brando. ”

Brando patted her shoulder gently and brought Freya back to see the villagers left behind by Butch, which was his purpose, but I didn't expect so much earlier. “Want to go inside and see?” He asked softly. Freya took a deep breath and looked at Brando with some apology and nodded her head hard.

Since the years of flowering and summer leaves, the influx of refugees has become the most headache for the nobles of Pragues, who are powerless and incapable of accommodating these homeless people, whose livelihoods have fallen day after day in the midst of a push between the local and military forces, and who have no hope of returning to their homeland after the Kingdom finally chooses to succumb to Madara. And in that gray white castle, the nobles were busy fighting for power and leaning against each other, as if the kingdom had failed in the war, for the sharpest spear and sword in their hands, to stab in the chest of the opponents, a bunch of bad luck had collapsed after the war, on the hanger, but the other group singing Kai was not necessarily sincerely for this ancient kingdom.

Even locally, locals crowd out these outsiders, led by the gentleman of the estate, and even though the people at the bottom are naturally sympathetic, this sympathy is based only on the premise that their own interests are not shaken, and the selfishness of nature pushes these poor people into a situation that exacerbates the snow; they are powerless to compete with the resources of the locals and can only enter the forest to hold each other for warmth, but even so, they have to face the aim of discrimination and suspicion among the locals, where the plight of these refugees from the Butch region is conceivable.

And in fact, refugees have to face anxiety about the future, because even this last cone, on which they depend, is nominally the territory of a countess in Prague City. In order not to provoke a riot, the nobles had to pretend not to see the acts of these poor people, but the Count was not necessarily satisfied with this disposition. He did not care about this loss, but it could not be his own loss, otherwise he would not be a fool in the eyes of others? Indeed, the Count has filed a petition with the Lordship Council for the eviction of these 'bandits' who have taken over his land.

It is a serious proposition that the Council of Lords has to carefully consider the Count's request to protect the legitimate property of the aristocracy, even though such matters may sound absurd to ordinary people.

Old Madden sat by a pile of bonfires, wearing a pencil guard uniform, only the corner slurry had been washed a little white, the uniform seemed to symbolize his honor, although still insignificant, but it was past style. Something about the House of Lords had more or less passed into his ears, and he looked down at night and sighed for a long time, grieving as if it had infiltrated every wrinkle in the elderly's forehead. He didn't choose to leave with Brando and Freya that day, because Butch was his responsibility, and the young people should let go of the matter, and as for him, he had already experienced too much wind cream in this old bone, so let him bury it here.

He can't cut off his feelings with this land, he can't cut off that familiar smell in Bucci dirt, everyone is still here, how can he leave?

But now, the situation is worse than it was a day ago, the poor land has little output, and the Count has forbidden the refugees to go hunting in the forest. Though the wood can still be split for heating, many people can no longer open the pot. The key is that everyone lacks hope for tomorrow, as if a day had passed, like a walking corpse, has become numb, has lost the ability to think, hope and vision, when did such a day begin? Every time Old Madden remembers the past, his heart grows heavier.

The only thing that comforts him is another rumor that has been heard over these days.

There was a noisy noise in the distance.

Madden frowned and the Phoenix youngsters didn't stop.

“Essen, McMurray, go block their way back! ”

“Niberto, you go get your brothers Vlad and Ike. They're coming. Hurry up. ”

Pedestrians on the streets retreated, as if they were used to the scene, giving way to empty spaces where two groups of young people were facing each other in rows. They were wearing a variety of militia and security uniforms, but most of them appeared to be somewhat obsolete and some were filled with patches. The only thing they could do was glitter the sword in their hands. However, most of them wrapped a rope around the handle of their swords, either dropped their guards or lost their weight hammers. On the other side, they wore Braggs' uniform to inspect the cavalry team, well equipped and tall, and even the horse boots at their feet glistened. At first glance, they knew that they were the children of Braggs City.

And it was little Finnish who was directing the dispatch of the Butch militia at this time, and he grew at least one head taller than a year and a half ago, wearing the uniform of the Guard - after the Black Rose War, he was elected by Madden to be a reserve of the Buch Guard, but shortly thereafter the Butch Guard became a historical establishment, completely losing its presence.

“Phoenix!” The young men of the Rangers drummed noise: “Count Nakin is about to reclaim this land, you illegal displaced people, why don't you just grab it? ”

Little Finnish took a nagging sip: “It's not too late to put the story in the House of Lords after discussing the results. Don't you guys want to take this opportunity to get some benefit? I don't know who got a nasty face last time. It's good to forget the scar. ”

“What are you talking about!? ”

“Son of a bitch! ”

The young patrol cavalry was suddenly stabbed in the pain and yelled at. They thought they were going to eat these hillbillies in their own capacity. The last time they came out to earn a little extra money, they didn't expect to be hit by little Finnish, grabbed a good beating, and beat up a nasal blueface. Both sides are young people with a passion for blood. It is not enough to use any conspiracy or trick for a fight, but this time it is easy to raise the wound, naturally call colleagues to avenge the snow hate.

Both sides deliberately engaged in the attack, saying inconsistently and suddenly forming a group. In theory, the patrol cavalry side is well equipped, well trained and should take the upper hand, but these young people in Butch are not easy to mess with. Almost all the people present were Madden's students, what Madden was like, the veterans of the November war, and the candle fire medal. None of the apprentices he taught with his hands were pussies. Not to mention the old militia members, Essen and Makhmi, who have been on the battlefield and fought in front of Madala, who can be used by several people in this level of conflict.

But the best was Little Finnish, who had a talent for swordsmanship and had learned two tricks from Brando. He was now taught by Madden himself, and his swordsmanship level was no different from that of Pragues. The patrol cavalry obviously also knew his strength and singled out three men to deal with him. He and the three men wrestled for a moment and suddenly released one of his legs in a sword stab. The man shouted and hurried to surrender his sword. Although the two sides were united, they still followed the rules. Little Finnish watched the man abandon his sword, so he stopped bothering him and focused on the other two.

By the way, several swords, he held a shoulder injury sword and picked up another man's sword. The man looked at the sword he had been struck out of, shook his head helplessly, and surrendered with his hands raised. And the last person left, knowing that he was no match for Little Finnish, hurried and fought back, backed up to a bunch of boxes, suddenly lifted the box towards Little Finnish, and yelled: “Hi, Mr. Eugene, this kid is amazing, come help me! ”

Little Finnish blocked the boxes with his hands and couldn't help but scold. It was at this time that he suddenly saw a sword stab on his side. He jumped to see clearly that the man who had sworn at himself had handed over several swords on his side, "Unfortunately, this guy is at least a captain level figure!” He hurriedly raised his sword and when a crisp sound sounded, he could barely hold his sword and let it fly out of his hand. He was surprised to realize that he was still underestimating each other: “This guy has the strength to swim in silver! ”

But it was too late to regret, his sword was opened, the time opened wide open, little Finnish watched the sword stab himself, but he bit his teeth tight, reluctant to abandon the sword, there was only one thought in his heart: “It's over, big sister, Brother Brando, I don't know if I'll see you in the next life! ”

Before he could close his eyes, however, he saw a glittering sword emerge from beside him when he held the sword against him. Then he saw two swords in a row to force him to retreat from each other. The speed at which the sword was produced made him realize. He never thought that swordsmanship could be so neat. This idea had not yet fallen. The captain of the patrol cavalry had already been surrendered his sword. Then he was pressed against his chest and pushed out, falling heavily on the open ground.

This technique shook the whole field, and both warring parties stopped at the same time, looking in this direction.

At this time, Little Finnish finally realized who suddenly appeared in front of him. He couldn't help but stare at him with amazement and open his mouth: “Big... big, big sister... whoo!” Unfortunately, Freya slammed her ears out with her face before she finished. "Pain, pain, big sister, let go!” Little Finnish almost didn't cry, but he didn't dare to resist, and he didn't seem comfortable before, as if he was a child who did something wrong.

“Why didn't you throw your sword just now?” Freya asked impatiently.

“I'm wrong, I won't dare again," Little Finnish grinned his teeth, but seeing Brando around the corner still couldn't help but shout with surprise: "Brother Brando, you're back too, great! ”

Freya just grunted softly and let go of this guy's ear, the latter hurried away as if the knight was a dragon who could choose between men - Little Finnish rubbed his face and looked at the two people who suddenly appeared, as if they were still dreaming. At this time, the warring parties were separated and returned to their previous positions. Most of the young people on the Bucci side had identified Freya and Brando, but only a few from the north had yet to meet them. And the patrol cavalry had some hearts and minds. Of course, they could see that Brando and Freya were obviously on the side of these hillbillies, but the swordsmanship of the other side was terrible. Anyone who had seen Freya do it before could not have any resistance in their heart at this moment. Others, after listening to their peers, will mostly be suspicious.

But the captain of the knight, who was knocked down by Freya, noticed more details, and the patrol cavalry who came to lift him still asked him what to do, but he glanced at Freya's shoulder and couldn't help staring at the latter.

Royal Knight Regiment, Knight Captain ——

His face was white, he could not have dreamed of it. How could the royal family support them behind this group of refugees in Butch? He thought that these expatriates had no local roots. Even if they were bullied, they would not necessarily find someone to give them up. But now not only is there someone out there, but the other side is not too small, and the Knights captain of the Royal Knights, Martha, will not always see one in this remote part of the country.

Brando greeted Essen and Makhmi from afar, then looked at the patrol cavalry before asking Finnish, "What's going on? ”

“What the hell is going on here?” Freya also asked at the same time, but she soon found herself thinking of Brando again, couldn't help but blush and shut her mouth unconsciously. This scene, of course, was called Little Finnish. He was a young man who knew nothing about it, but now he has grown up a lot. He can't help laughing in his heart. He thinks that the elder sister still likes Brother Brando. He looked around again. Some wonder where the witch lady went. Everyone in the militia knows about Brando's relationship with Roman, but the inhabitants of Butch always call Roman and her aunt Witches.

“What are you looking at!” Freya glanced at this guy's thoughts and scolded him with disgust.

Little Finnish was frightened and hurried to look at her nose and nose. Freya used to be a militia captain. What little Finnish was afraid of when she was in Butch was this big sister, and now even more so. Brando looked at the relationship, and it was kind of funny, but he was a little comforted that Freya seemed to have at least forgotten what she was born with for a while, which was what he meant. For Little Finnish, he was also somewhat surprised. In the past, when Butch fled, the teenager showed only a little extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, but now this talent has been fully demonstrated to him. The battle just now was taken from the beginning to the end by him and Freya. Little Finnish's strength has been hidden on the edge of the silver class. This growth rate is terrible. You know, Little Finnish has been Butch for over a year and a half, accepting Martin's pointers, but not so many actual encounters like Freya and Bresson.

And Brando actually noticed another point, which was that most of the young people actually went up on black iron, and a lot of them had touched the edge of the silver class, which was unimaginable in the past, and he thought a little bit, and it seemed that the influence of the Great Tide had begun to show.

These thoughts turned around in his head and came back to the matter, and he smiled at Finnish and said, "Little Finnish, you tell me what's going on. ”

Unlike Freya, Little Finnish dared not have a shape in front of her, but he had only a full admiration for Brando, who, seeing Brando speak, hastily described the whole thing from the last incident of the patrol cavalry to Count Narkin's proposal.

Freya's face sank as soon as she heard it.

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