The Amber Sword

By the time Freya returned to the estate, the night was dark, but Antittina waited until this moment after sending the teenager away.

And when she heard Freya's description, she knew what was happening, and she was a little surprised, thinking that it was such a coincidence. With her agility and ingenuity, she immediately thought of those captured by the lord who were probably the same gang of outlaws that Dylan met. She left Freya for a moment, then went back to the house and grabbed the cape and the necklace without the fall, before leaving to rendezvous with Brando.

When the two arrived at the hunter's camp, the patrol cavalry wasted another two or three hours in vain, still not a word and a half from the cult. They searched the hunter's camp over and over, almost turning to the sky, before finding a 16-open black sealed Code of Things and a wooden statue with a tailsnake engraved on it, which was apparently often used in various ceremonies and whose surface had long been smoothed, but wiped clean without any dirt, in stark contrast to these murderers, who were covered in dirt. As for the Book of Things, Eugene hurriedly threw it aside after taking a look at it. This is a forbidden book that the Temple of Fire expressly forbids reading and spreading. He seemed scared that the book would come back to bite him, causing him trouble.

Although the young people under his command were careful, they first opened the Book of Things a few pages, confirmed that there was nothing in it, then grabbed it on the seal, then opened the sword, and really asked them to remove a thin piece of parchment paper from it, but unfortunately there was nothing blank on the parchment paper, and the patrol cavalry tried to do everything possible - whether it was drops of medicine brought to the scene by the devil, burning it with fire, or putting it under the moonlight - there was no way to get the text to show on the paper, Brando tried a few little magic tricks, and it didn't help, and finally had to put it aside.

The young patrol cavalry was very energetic at first, saving their hearts to perform in front of the gracious Count, but after a few hours, they couldn't help but be a little arrogant. Those cults were made of special materials, no matter how they tortured and howled, but they didn't say a word. They even killed one of them to kill the chicken monkey. The rest of them, even if they were scared to death, could still bite their teeth to death. Obviously they were more afraid of torture after death than death. These people dedicated their souls to the devil and dusk long ago, and once they opened their mouths to hell, waiting for them would be worse than death.

After the shady Moya sank from the mountains to the horizon in the east, Tadessa, who only appeared in the autumn night sky, walked halfway through another journey, turning into a starbucket between the North and the South, leaving almost the last minute of the night, and everyone exhausted themselves, but nothing. Eugene couldn't help but look at Brando a little sorry, but Brando said no harm, he was lucky, but the result was also expected. He looked at these young people, who seemed like frosted eggplants had gone away. Although he knew that they were just compliments, he was very satisfied. He intended to wait until after dawn to search the camp for the last time. It was not possible, so he did something else. These people would always leave a trail.

It was at this time that Antittina finally arrived at the camp, accompanied by Freya.

Miss Clever, she saw a wretched camp, and the young men who seemed to have been inspecting the cavalry for at least a week, she understood that the Lord was so torturous because of himself. Otherwise, he had to go with a small group of cults. He was not the sheriff of Pragues, and the sheriff did not necessarily take care of these little things himself. She bowed to Brando for a little while before asking him about the story of the night. She took a look at the cults, confirmed that she had never faced them before, and then checked the pieces that had been searched from the camp, but when she heard Brando mention the blank parchment paper, she looked up and said to Brando:

“Lord, let Captain Eugene send these outlaws away first, as you can see, they will not speak. ”

Brando glanced at his staff lady and nodded after having worked with her for quite some time, having been able to hear some hidden meanings outside of the conversation.

Inspecting the cavalry, if amnesty is granted, quickly tie up the rest of the living people with a rope - and of course, the dead, whether angry or lying on the ground, are always their credit, and since the good talking Count has offered to give this credit to them, they will certainly not be polite. Though they don't necessarily really need it, a cult can barter a lot of bounty enough for them to squander.

When the Rangers were busy, Antittina pulled Brando and Freya aside and whispered, “Lord, I think I know why they're here. ”

Brando looked slightly, somewhat puzzled, at himself, the lady of staff. Antitina looked at him and told him what happened to Dion and the two of them, and she said, “Lord, do you remember my father's will? ”

Brando nodded.

“... on Martha, I may not be long before the world. If I am deceased and someone is fortunate to see this suicide note, I would like to legally hand over all my personal belongings to this person. In addition, I have a secret ancestral estate, which I would like to divide into three parts, one for this person, one for my wife, Sadie, one for my daughter..."

Antitina recalls a moment, turning the contents of the suicide note word for word, as if she were reading: “If you see this suicide note interested in this fortune, please pass it along to my wife along with my letter and tell her about the 'date at the Baden Ball' and she will understand what I want to say. ”

Eventually she stopped and said in silence, “Finally, I'm sorry, Sadie. May Lord Martha punish me--”

Brando looked at Antitina, knowing that she would not do anything unnecessary, and waited for her next breath, and Antitina took a gentle breath: "My father had a very difficult time in his youth, and he met my mother at one of the most proms at that time, and they soon fell in love, when they bought a mansion in the old town of Pragues, and the bigger courtyard after I was born was bought after my father earned money, and I think I understand where my father left his inheritance. ”

Brando laughed dumbfoundly, his own lady was always so serious, and he was short of money, which is why he valued Antina's father's will, but now Borg... Nathan left more inheritance, a cup of water for Tonigal, and he was just a little nobleman: “Antitina, since you remember where your father's relics are, find a way to find them and remember them ——” he suddenly stopped and looked at Antitina with some surprise: “Are you saying these men went for your father's relics? ”

Antitina nodded softly.

That explains part of the problem, and only the cults at the bottom would care about the little money, and they might have gotten wind of it somewhere and wanted to make a fortune. But it doesn't make any sense that Testo and Megsk's obsession, or that they may not care about one thing, but Brando looked at the deserters of those two strapped white wing cavalry regiments, and their relationship with Megsk was clearly no coincidence and told himself that the speculation was not correct.

It would be nice if they could talk, but that's not possible.

Antitina saw her lord deeply twisted his eyebrows and said softly: "Lord, that blank parchment paper, I think I may have some idea. ”

“Do you have a way?” Brando returned to God.

Antitina shook her head: “It's just a guess, just a look first to be sure. ”

The parchment was put together with the Codex d 'Etudes. It was trapped in a book page by a patrol cavalry. Brando asked a young man to bring the forbidden book. After Antitina took it, he opened it and took the parchment out of it and spread it out, revealing a clear divine color in his eyes. She hesitated for a moment to say to Brando, “Lord, this is a letter, and I think I can get it to show, but... can I do this alone? ”

“A letter?” Brando nodded slightly, looking at his staff lady, a little confused.

“Thank you, Lord.” Antittina was somewhat grateful, and Brando simply asked her what she was going to do, a silent trust that made her feel satisfied and comforted. She quit in front of Brando, came into a cabin with parchment paper, lifted her hands around the back of her neck, removed the necklace hanging from the necklace - the key to the house at 52 Gravedigger Street - and laid it on the floor with the necklace, half kneeling, bit her fingers, and dropped blood on the necklace where it had fallen. At this time, a magical scene occurred, the blood beads flowing down the necklace, as if they were floating in the air, outlining the outline of a crystal, this fictional blood crystal emitted a slight light, Antitina shined through the page of parchment paper, and the lines of parchment paper gradually appeared.

Antitina looked at the words and took a long breath. She waited until the blood on the necklace gradually dissipated before putting away the parchment paper, putting the necklace back on and carefully covering it with a cape.

Brando waited a little while for her own lady to come out, and she walked up to him and handed him the parchment. “Success?” asked Brando, nodding gently.

He took a closer look at each other and thought that there might be some unknown little secrets about her, but Brando believed that she would never harm herself, so he stopped asking, everyone had their own privacy, and he respected Antina's choice. He unfolded the parchment and glanced over the first two words, slightly picking his eyebrows.

There is a special purple text on the letter that reads:

‘Dear Pamid, my brother--

Never before have we come so close to the truth, the piecemeal riddle finally formed a picture of the work done, presented in front of me, the relics of the Marshal have been properly kept, and then I'm going to search for that truth, and I believe that one day you and I will all be treated fairly. For 30 years, the nightmarish scenes that you and I have witnessed in that place have been circling my mind all the time, but today I am convinced that the choices we made on that day were for just and selfless ends, and soon I will prove it.

With regard to Her Royal Highness's mandate, I think the Marshal may object, but there are things that we have to accomplish, and you and I, Charles, have already agreed to keep this promise, and I am sure that I will be able to preserve some of the evidence that I have won, and that it will be an honorable witness in the near future. Also, I left some of the pieces in the same place for my descendants as part of my heritage -- because you and I both know that, the work we are going to accomplish is full of unknowns and dangers, and I think if one day I were to be miserable, these puzzles could still be preserved through my wife's hands. By the way, you and I haven't spoken to each other in years, and I forgot to tell you, I'm married -- my wife, Sadie, is the most beautiful girl in the world, and I love her as much as I love myself, my parents and the most respected person in the world. If possible - I wish you could see her, you would love her, she is a quiet, gentle girl, intelligent and restrained, sometimes I wish she were the only princess in the world, and I am the knight who guards her, but I often go out and owe her too much, and I often feel very guilty about that.

Sadie and I already have the crystal of love, and that's my daughter, and I named her Antitina, which is the fairy word for the flower of hope. My daughter looks a lot like my wife, but I'm sure she's going to be a knight like me, and she's smart enough to see that from a young age, and I can see that in her eyes, that light of wisdom that I've only seen in Her Royal Highness's eyes in the past, and I'm absolutely certain of that. I often wonder how appropriate it would be if Lord Scott had a son who could marry Antitina to him, and they would surely be the brightest star of Eruin's future, haha, you would think I was in the middle of nowhere here, but I've already heard that Lord Scott and I are married, and it was you and I who met the beautiful and gentle Ms Carrego, but I never knew where they were going, otherwise I would definitely go to their wedding, think about how honored it would be.

Finally, I hope that you will always be healthy and strong and that everything we do will be worthy of the Marshal, of Her Royal Highness and of all those involved.

May the black pine evergreen, may Eluin live forever; may faith shine as it was, may the sword be sharp as it was -

I've missed your Heepad, your brother, ever since the year of the harmonica. ’

Brando read the last sentence carefully before raising his head and looking at the lady in front of him. Antitina's face was slightly red, apparently she had read the letter before, and she hung her fingers in a hurry and whispered, “Don't mind me, Lord, it was just my father's wishful delusion. You have another engagement with Her Royal Highness, and Miss Roman... you... just think of it as a kind joke, I..."

Originally, this letter was no big deal. Anyone could see that it was just a family book. The contents can be seen as a joke between family members. After all, it appeared through her hands, and she felt a little different. Antitina felt a little disturbed, and Lord would think that she had made some small tricks in it. But in fact, the spectator was clear that Brando didn't care at all about it. He was more concerned about the rest of the letter. He looked at Antina and smiled. “Antina, this is the letterhead left by your father, right? ”

Antitina nodded.

“Do you know Pamid? ”

This time the lady shook her head, she frowned and revealed her thoughts, but a moment later, she shook her head gently.

“Your father's real name is Heepad, right?” Brando asked that name, which he had never heard of, after all, was a story from forty or fifty years ago, and that history in the game was nothing more than a handful.

Antitina shuddered slightly and nodded softly: “Perhaps so, he may have mentioned to me that once or twice, my father was a Sifah, and there were usually two names in their place, from children to adults. Privately, brothers and family often use the name belonging to childhood as a nickname. ”

Brando thought about it, and it seemed to be true, and he looked at the letterhead on his hand and had a general outline in his heart. As can be seen from the contents of the letter, his grandfather may have a subordinate relationship with Antina's father. From the title of the letter, he should be of the same generation as his father and Charles. That Pamid is obviously one of these officers and most likely a close associate of his grandfather's. This was largely unexpected, and he never thought of such a connection between himself and Antittina. He never believed in the fate of the underworld before, but now he can't help but believe that there is an invisible line linking him to this bureaucratic lady.

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