The Amber Sword

That gray gem, in the light, is both dark and glorious, and this contradictory feeling is so natural on this gem, as if to be attracted to the mind at a glance. Whoever sees this gem at first will know that it is absolutely extraordinary. But this grey stone seemed so familiar to Brando that he opened the dimensional hole and took out another almost identical grey stone in his hand, then slowly opened his palm, and Freya sounded a slight surprise.

“Brando, do you have the same stone that your grandfather left you? ”

Brando glanced at Eruin's goddess of martial arts and frightened the latter. Freya had never seen him reveal such a strange look and subconsciously thought he had said something wrong.

Brando took a gentle breath and then put the stone back —— in fact, he had one more. He has seen similar things twice in a row. The first time, it was in the ring of the wind. The second time, it was under the glacier of the Dead Frost Forest. In the rings of the wind, the priest, Amman, and Saint Osor, after the wind, called the stone a sealed stone, and beneath the glacier, the Minors sanctified it in that strange dream. But he knew in his heart what it was —— the soul fragment of the Dark Dragon.

This limestone emits an unusual glow because its interior is already transparent, which demonstrates that the inheritance inside the gem has been extracted.

And this stone...

It's his grandfather's relic.

Sword Saint-Darus is the dragon of darkness? Brando himself was surprised by this sudden outcry of his own, which seemed to explain why Darius was tried by the Temple of Fire, exiled, chosen to leave the kingdom's center of power and was buried in seclusion; why, during the jihad of the day, the friendly army suddenly turned against each other, because the sword Saint Darius was the dragon of darkness, and because there was such a truth, everything seemed to make sense. He shook his head again, but that doesn't explain why, during the third jihad in the game, they were attacked from behind by Madara's Undead Army.

Besides, if his grandfather was the Dragon of Darkness, it was unlikely that the Temple of Fire would let him go. After all, the Dragon of Darkness was the dead enemy of the four Temples.

Another question arises from the life expectancy of his grandfather. In Brando's memory, his grandfather died of illness, but also from the gradual aging and decline of physical function. His ultimate life expectancy can only be regarded as a longer life among ordinary people, but in the realm of power of Sword Saint Darius, this is the death of the young. He doubted that for a long time, not to mention the inheritance of the Dragon of Darkness, and his life expectancy would increase dramatically. He knows exactly what the Dark Dragon inheritance means —— it's God's blood.

Brando crooked his fingers and tapped the desktop of the desk gently, doubting sinus rebirth in his mind, as if there was an implicit line in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it for a moment.

And at this point, Freya suddenly said, "Brando, Antina, look at this map. ”

Brando already had some speculation and conclusions in his mind at this moment, and he looked up at the simple map, but he didn't look all right, but it was a slight glance. Because on that saffron paper map, he just outlined a few simple lines with some kind of hard to fade pen, and then he twisted and wrote some annotations, and the whole map was almost impossible to see, but he suddenly felt like he had seen the map there.

Is it in the game?

He shook his head immediately, with very few secret maps in the game, and Sophie touched a few, but mostly more clearly than this one. And in this world, he touched fewer, almost none of the secret maps —— about this map, he had an impression in his head, but for a moment he couldn't remember seeing it there.

Freya looked at him and Antittina, and she said, "These annotations are also secrets, and it looks like there's a place called Osopao. ”

“Osopao?” Antitina Beam: “Eruin doesn't have a place like this. ”

“Neither did Cruz.” Brando replied, taking a deep breath: "This is the Minor's place name, where the Minors had a war with the Cruz and the Wind Elves. ”

He suddenly remembered. The feeling was like another image appeared subconsciously in his mind, which naturally overlapped with this humble map, making him violently spiritual and suddenly remembering seeing it here. The Minor, Tumen, and Tumen once hid a map in his mind when he officially embarked on the journey of the brigade master, which occasionally came to mind, but when he took the initiative to go back to his memory, he couldn't remember a thing, and that's why he had that familiar and strange feeling before.

At this moment, he thought perfectly through the fact that Tumen gave the map only a line between the fluctuating mountains and the rivers, while Antitina's father marked it, and that place Freya was referring to was the Plains of Osopao - today's wilderness of Four Leafs, but there were still places where Brando thought it should also be the Minors' place names, which corresponded to today's place names. It's just that there's a lot of blanks on that map that Antina's father left behind, and Brando doesn't know why. Nesson would draw such a map, but he also thought implicitly that the latter was probably looking for something not only related to the Minor's war with the Black Iron People a thousand years ago.

I'm afraid it had something to do with his grandfather.

“Grandfather, who the hell are you?” Brando couldn't help but groan in his heart.

He looked at the three things on the desk, and the confusion in his heart grew deeper at a time than when he didn't find them, as if he had opened the fog and found the back was a dark cloud and he couldn't reach out five fingers; he finally couldn't help but open his mind and say to Charles and Metisa on the other side: "Charles, Metisa, are you there? I have a question for you. ”

But I didn't expect him to just say it. Charles sounded a little surprised: “Ha, Lord, I was just about to ask for you. I didn't expect to hear your voice. We are truly heartfelt...”

“Cut the crap," Brando interrupted his tone without temper: “Charles, let me ask you, do you know the two men who are afraid of Mead and Heepad? ”

The voice over there excited, “Oh, Lord, what are you asking them for? ”

“So you know him? ”

“Naturally, they are the servants of your grandfather, from the Anna family of Pamid, the second son of the Earl of Grey Mountain. Heepad, a small aristocratic family from Sifah, was a famous genius. ”

Charlton went on to say, "Brando, did you find them? ”

Brando shook his head: “I just heard it by accident. ”

“Did your father tell you," Charles sighed: “I've been looking for them, too. ”

“So you don't know their situation? ”

“Lord, when they received orders from Her Royal Highness, they said goodbye. I know they must have known something, so I've been searching for them.” Charles replied.

Brando frowned and asked sharply: "Your Highness? ”

Charles sounded like he was mute, and then he said, "Ah, you heard wrong, Lord. ”

“Charles, I heard Tiger Sparrow say the gemstone plains are beautiful, and I think it's time to give you a vacation for so long.” Brando silently threatened.

Charles' voice was crying: "Okay, Brando, don't lock me up, you listen to me... okay, that princess... you know, your father almost became the betrothed of an aunt of Princess Griffin. ”

“Someone? ”

“I can't tell her name, I have to defend a lady's honor, and besides, she won't necessarily see you.” Charles is helpless.

“Are you telling the truth? ”

“It's true.” The young attendant, the magician, promised to keep his word.

Brando frowned and always felt that this guy could not be trusted, but if it was true, the clue seemed to have broken again.

He shook his head and suddenly remembered: "What do you want from me? ”

“Ah, ah, didn't you have something else to ask Metissa," Charles sweated cold, trying to get out of the way, but he heard Brando humming cold and answering quickly: “Well, I mean, if things weren't very urgent over there, you'd better hear a message from me. ”

“What news?” Brando was stunned.

“It was a magic message sent to her by one of the countess's men, and she passed it on to me. ”

“Delphirie? ”

……

A silver brooch was placed in front of the princess, who picked up the brooch, watched carefully and then silently dropped it.

She remembered that afternoon...

The afternoon sun smelled like some kind of hedgehog, with the exception of the silent silence of the leaf sand; she gently lifted her toes, then slowly retracted, the cold lips, touching the departure. Brando glanced at the princess, somewhat incomprehensibly.

“Lord Brando, I am truly grateful to hear that you are still going down this road; however, I still hope that you will seriously consider our engagement. ”

“Why?” asked Brando, frowning.

“Eruin is a small country that, in order to resist potential enemies, must gather the strength of the entire kingdom and even restore the ancient system.” Griffin took a few steps back and measured him carefully with pale silver, grey, bright eyes: "But this ancient kingdom, after two generations of reign between Sifah and my family, I knew it too well - the nobles under my father's reign, diverse, short-sighted, ideal, but few - these people, they were untrustworthy. ”

As if to strengthen this sentence, she shook her head softly: "The kingdom must regain its power, re-establish the local tax system, which has been interrupted since the time of Ansen, and weaken the military power of the nobles, but..."

Brando suddenly understood what was implicit behind this‘ but ’- the South already had the basis for restoring its sovereignty, but the future of the South as a whole was left to him, and if he supported the Princess unreservedly, neither the Duke of Lantoniland, the Duke of Vieiro nor the Duke of Goran-Elson could change the end result - the Autumn War - that Tonigal had such decisive military power.

But if he objected, or even merely maintained the status quo, the local nobility would look at him with indifference. Indeed, the Duke of Vieiro is the grandfather of the princess, the Duke of Lantoniland is at least nominally an ally of the princess, the Highland Knights go above and beyond, yet naturally there are opposing attributes between the local nobility and the central royal family; the Duke of Vieiro would never risk losing his power to support his granddaughter, and the Duke of Lantoniland is likewise pleased to see a royal family close to him, but would not let it prevail over them.

This is a natural conflict between the princess's philosophy and the Dukes' core interests.

But what is he going to do?

The kingdom must be refocused, and Tonigal and Valhalla cannot, naturally, outweigh or even bear the brunt of it. His Royal Highness would like him to lead by example, but can he not believe that this half-Pokémon girl, Tonigal, Valhalla, was built with one hand, and that many put their hopes in the future. The veterans of the Bronze Dragon Mercenaries who experienced the November war, the adventurers who were persecuted by Groudin, the inhabitants of Green Village, even Antitina and Caglis, whose vision haunts him, is the responsibility of power, can he hand it over to others?

He weighed all this in silence in his heart, and emotionally he was willing to believe in Her Royal Highness the Princess - who was able to uphold her ideals and had a heart for mercy and justice - the eldest princess of Eluin, who had historically yielded to countless players. But after all, no one is perfect. In this world, will she be subjected to the aristocratic mentality of nature, hesitate to compromise with the old-fashioned forces - the fate of many people is at stake? Reason tells Brando that Her Royal Highness hid a weak side in nature, and she is not the kind of true reformer.

And it all depends on the softness of her nature.

History has already commented on everything, and today it depends on his choices. Brando knew very well that he was different from Her Royal Highness, that he had become groundless in the world and that his only concern was with his parents, whom he had only been able to meet today, but Princess Griffin had a constant connection with the old nobility, who was not the ruthless silver queen of iron and blood.

Brando looked at Princess Griffin in front of her, half shorter than him, slightly taller than her head, and her pale silver-grey eyes did not shy away from him; she held her lips, a curly silver hair scattered down, glittering beautifully in the sun, her pointy ears revealing a little bit under her long hair, showing blood belonging to the side of the elf. No one will doubt the beauty of Her Royal Highness, who mixes the nobility of the royal family with the nature and closeness of the wind in the forest.

Brando certainly won't forget that she still has the fragrance of a girl on her lips.

“I know what you're thinking, Lord Brando,” Princess Griffin said, seeing as he understood, “but it doesn't necessarily bode well for you and for me if you're too naive to decide the future of a kingdom. ”

When Brando heard what she was saying, he asked, "So what does Her Highness think I should do? ”

Princess Griffin looked at Brando, and he could actually follow the same path as Alex, abandoning her and Haruze, and standing on his own. His strength is actually better, and he has the ability and the time to do so. But if he does so, he loses the status of accompanying him, obedient to his reputation, and if all he needs is a throne and supreme power, he can choose this path. But if he chooses the latter path, he loses far more than he gets.

Her Majesty's eyes were slightly bright and she looked at the distinguished nobleman, the Count, and replied quietly: "Marry me. ”

“I am the sister of Haruze, not without the right of succession to the throne, and you, as my husband, can, according to the traditions of the kingdom, administer and rule the country in good faith. At that time, Tonigal and Valhalla were royal lands, and Vieiro, Lantonilan and even Goran-Elson and Karasou bowed down to you, and it was a matter of good faith.” She stopped: "… but one day you will not have the throne to inherit this position, only Haruze, or his descendants. ”

Isn't that Anrek? However, the conditions are much stricter. After listening to Her Highness, Brando couldn't help laughing: “Your Highness, it doesn't sound like I married you, but it sounds like I married you...”

Princess Griffin smiled a little, and she saw that Brando didn't care about the power in his hands.

“But I already have a fiancée,” Brando replied, “let it go first. ”

“It's okay, I'll wait for your answer.” Princess Griffin was not upset, but smiled slightly.

Brando had to flee in the desert.

Griffin pressed her fingers against the brooch as if she had returned from her memories, and she lifted up to look out the window at the view of dusk, and the evening glow was like a fire, draped far beneath a golden cloud.

At this time, a firm knock was made outside the door, and she heard a sound in her ear. “Come in, Mrs. Hill.” When the door opened, it was indeed her maid who appeared outside, and the 40-year-old woman stood outside with a letter and said respectfully: "Her Royal Highness. ”

“So late, what's up?” Princess Griffin looked at her and asked.

“There is a letter from Wallendenburg.” Mrs. Hill replied.

“Is it for me? ”

“Yes, it was Mr. Ovewell's handwritten letter. ”

Griffin picked up the letter, opened the envelope, then unfolded the letterhead inside and read it carefully. She started with a slight eyebrow pick and then changed color on her face.

‘- I have the honour to inform Her Royal Highness that the Silver Queen of the Cruz Empire has recently been awarded the title of a female Count, who, according to reliable information, comes from Eluin and has some close ties to Count Tonigle -'

……