The Amber Sword

In the last days of the frosty month, the outdoor weather has been cold enough to cause teeth to tremble. In the landscape of Shawther in the deciduous forests around Mintai and Schafflund, the trunks have become bare, and a thick layer of dead leaves has fallen on the ground since autumn twilight, as if it were a carpet of dusty colour, stacked between the woods. Some areas slightly north even had a few snowfalls, which, while not yet covered in silver, at least augured well for the arrival of the sword's winter.

This is the most unfit month of the year to start a war, yet the ecclesiastical war begins with it, and history is always so unreasonable and sometimes more mysterious than what is described in the story.

In the cold cedar collar, in a sobering atmosphere of war, only the black pine forest outside the Baron's Castle is quite green, only the shadow of ink seeps between the canopy, as if the whole shade was a ghost hovering over his head, the cold wind from the tip of the pine tree whirring past, the strange sound of a call, causing the hairs to stand upright. Toniguer's guests stamped their feet under the woods in the courtyard, rubbing their hands and watching the ghost weather complain. Most of them dressed bright and full of customs from those big cities, they don't look like locals from this place. A dozen carriages parked side by side outside the courtyard, painted with a wide variety of crests, each representing a glorious family history, from all over Eruin, most of them for the first time in the remote countryside of Tonigal.

They came here for only one purpose, out of Cruz.

It is also a rare time for Cold Cedar Castle to get excited, even if its owners are willing or unwilling to host these guests.

While the mission to the Cruz Empire was nominally headed by Brando and the accompanying members could be chosen at will, an ancient tradition made it necessary to have some fixed seats in the mission, which Brando could not designate. Among them is a representative of the royal family, and Prince Haruze will represent the Korkova family. In addition, he will be able to select two envoys, a waiter and a accompanying knight. On this original list are Lady Windsor and Lady Signy - the two nannies of His Royal Highness at Fort Winterpaw, but Haruze temporarily asked Brando to replace Lady Windsor with Medusa Les Mecca, and asked Brando to suspect for some time whether the prince had reached his age and spring heart.

As for his squire, a young man from Corcova, Brando had never heard of it before, presumably a member of the royal family, and the accompanying knight was naturally the most trustworthy candidate of Her Royal Highness the Princess of Nimatis, without second consideration.

In addition to the Korkova royal family, according to the agreement of the temple - the former royal family of Eruin, the Sifah royal family should send a representative, but naturally it is not possible for the representative to travel a week or two across Ambesseur to meet them here. His Royal Highness's brother had already written to tell them that he had been chosen and that the envoy and his entourage would meet them at the gray hill collar, so please tell his sister and the Count not to worry too much.

Subsequently, four Dukes - Vieiro, Goran-Elson, Rantoniland and Carasou - and three Counts - Janilasoub, Swampburg and Grey Mountain, plus one Marquis of Barta, each with a representative. There should have been representatives of Antioch and Jean de Neil, but now that the two territories have been removed, integrated into royal territory, integrated into Tonigle, and the Antioch family is sparse, which is basically equivalent to extermination after the first Battle of Antioch, leaving Count de Neil's extraordinary family still eating in the dungeons of Magitan, it is naturally impossible to be represented.

Out of the four Dukes, Grand Duke Vieiro sent his own little daughter, Grand Duke Torranniland's envoy, a meatball directly from Eko and Grand Duke Karasou, reportedly his second son, and Grand Duke Goran-Elson sent a daughter, although he was a seventy-eight year-old little Lori. Count Janilassou, a follower of the Silver Lion Society, had no wife, and naturally had no children. He was sent by a soldier of his command, a young man of great energy, and like Count Grey Mountain's envoy, he did not arrive in Tonigar, and naturally waited with the envoy of Sifah to join them in the Grey Mountain collar.

Finally, there was a slight ripple in the choice of the envoy of the Earl of Swallow Castle, because the Earl of Swallow Castle had long been silent, and Baron Daller himself had sent an envoy in the middle of the frosty month, and the Princess was directly driven back by the angry princess; finally, Dilfrey decided to personally serve as the envoy of Swallow Castle, so that the Temple of Fire could impress upon her the future heir of Swallow Castle, and to thwart Baron Daller's conspiracy. Brando deliberately prepared a larger carriage for her, taking into account her physical factors.

Most of these aristocratic children have their own entourage, one less and three more, so adding them together is a swollen team of more than 20 people and five or six carriages, but if you think this team is large enough, it is a big mistake. Brando soon discovered that there were unexpected guests in the team, one of whom was Princess Magdalene, who naturally had to travel on behalf of her princess, the Empire, who thought she was already in the war in Ambesseur, so the decree also reached the Principality, hoping that the Principality could send another envoy to Cruz, but somehow the news reached the ear of the nun, who, after learning of the news, insisted on sending the Empire as an envoy to Ambrose, and also communicated privately with the Emperor of Ambesseur, and Brando could not stop her.

After all, His Royal Highness was wounded in Tonigal, not under house arrest, and he had no reason to restrict her freedom of contact.

And another uninvited guest, now in front of Brando.

At this moment Brando stood in front of herself, wearing a thick fur coat, stepping on boots, wearing gloves, a scarf, wearing a bear hat, a businesswoman with a small face that revealed almost only a pair of slippery eyes, and watched as she dragged a big box of ceremonies with her little hand, and finally couldn't help but ask, “Well, now you can tell me, what are you doing here? ”

“Go to the Empire with Brando. I haven't been there yet.” Little Roman lifted his chin and revealed his little mouth from under the scarf, holding the fog of a white monkey and answering naturally.

Brando turned a white eye: “Of course I understand that, but as I said, the mission is out of places. Besides, you don't seem to remember anymore. I told you to stay in Tony Gull and put yourself in a safer place. Don't worry about me, okay?” He couldn't help but hold on to his forehead. The guy promised well yesterday, telling her that there were no more places in the mission, so that she could stay in the territory and support Antina. She clearly promised to believe Dandan at the time, saying that she would never occupy the seat of the mission.

Wait, Brando's suddenly stuck there, reacting, staring at the lady: "Oh, shit, you're playing word games with me again! ”

“No,” Little Roman whispered to himself, smiling and answering, “I'm a good man. ”

“You keep your word,” Brando said, holding her face: "You listen to me, stay in Tonigal, you are not going anywhere. ”

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” Little Roman hasn't been ripped off his cheek like this in a long time, and he winks straight at me: “Me, me, I'm real... Brando, you, you, let go...”

Brando squeezed the businesswoman's face for a while, but watched her wave hard, trying to get out of his hand, but her mouth never let go, and she couldn't help but get a little suspicious - it didn't fit the girl's spleen, he couldn't help but let go and asked, "Well, tell me, what exactly are you going to do in the empire? ”

Little Roman rubbed his reddish cheeks and revealed a fierce look: “I was invited by the Temple of Fire, as the president of the Seven Seas Chamber of Commerce, a distinguished guest of the Temple of Fire, to go to the Cruz Empire for the Jihad ceremony. ”

She deliberately read the word 'distinguished guest' and gave it to Brando, who opened the letterhead of the parchment and almost fell directly on the ground in the dark. It is true that the Temple of Fire invites famous businessmen, poets and even artists and scholars from all walks of life who work closely with them to attend the annual celebrations, or commemorative ceremonies such as the opening of the Jihad, but he never dreamt of having Roman on this list - his seemingly confused and unreliable fiancée.

He couldn't help but flip the letter over and over and read it several times, finally confirming that the magic seal wax on the letter was the true temple crest, before having to admit that it did not look counterfeit.

He looked up at Roman as if he were looking at an alien: "When did you do business this big? ”

“Early this year, at the Harvest Festival, the Temple of Fire invited me, but then it was Ambethel, and I had already been there, and I didn't want to go. It wasn't funny.” Little Roman understated, as if inviting her to the Temple of Fire were an invitation to go on a trip, but only in the mood. Brando almost screamed directly at you, miss. I knelt down to you, the temple of flames, a tradition of celebrities that existed in the game, when Eru had some famous chambers of commerce in the players, until the second century, where player chambers, often with backgrounds from all major sponsors, broke their heads for such an invitation, and on several occasions even almost sparked a war between chambers of commerce, at least a few times Brando had seen it.

This is more human than human death. Brando looked closely at his vast fiancée and thought there must be something like Martha's daughter or something.

In the end, however, he was baffled by Antina, whose many of the materials originating in the Black Forest, including some precious magic materials and magic crystals, were much-needed strategic supplies for the Temple of Fire, especially during the period leading up to the beginning of the Jihad. Tonigal's vast exports over the course of the year have long made it an important partner in the eyes of the Temple of Fire, so it is not surprising that Roman, the nominal president of the Seven Seas Chamber of Commerce, is valued in the Temple.

However, Brando shook his head and still felt that the businesswoman had opened a plug-in. Knowing that to be a trader that could trade with the Temple of Fire, it was not only possible to have a source of goods, but also required a fairly wide network of contacts. He didn't have to think about it and guess that Roman should have walked away from the network of relationships of the Ambethel Chamber of Commerce, but as for how she did it, it was a bit out of the ordinary.

Because it seems to me that this can only be explained by miracles.

“May I go, Brando?” Little Roman covered his face and asked in pity, but the voice revealed a little pride.

“Whatever -” Brando replied impatiently, feeling that his intelligence and presence as Count had been severely degraded in front of this little fiancée, which hurt him immensely.

“Brando, get me a carriage, I want the one I usually use with a charcoal oven on it. ”

“No, get in my carriage! ”

“Oh!”

Sister Roman, and the second son of Grand Duke Carrassou, almost equal in width and height, Brando finally got out of the circle of the boys and girls. He walked to the side of the motorcade and saw Flo walking out of the castle with a book. He saw the sister of the elf sisters and understood that what she was preparing was probably done. He hurried to say hello to her: "Flo! ”

“Lord. ”

“Brunhild, are they ready? ”

The sister of the Wild Elf sisters nodded.

“Good,” Brando finally took a breath. He didn't really take these young ladies and gentlemen on a trip, it was just a superficial front. Moreover, Princess Griffin designated him as Head of Mission and appointed him Head of Corps of the Southern Legion - an appointment that arrived earlier - apparently in order for him to draw from Tonigal territory the elite and form an accompanying guard of the Mission.

It's a default tradition...

Before the beginning of the jihad, the empire summoned the envoys of its kingdoms and principalities, which had become the norm since the beginning of the first jihad. To this day, this has become not only a means for the Temple of Fire to affirm the confidence of its participating members or to mobilize war, but also a way for its subordinate States to climb among themselves in search of a higher status among the members under the Temple of Fire. In this mission, first and foremost, the noble families are representatives of the supreme of the empire, which in itself represents an obedience and a way for subordinate nations to swear allegiance to the Temple, which, of course, is less naked and somewhat implicit.

On the other hand, with the Guards accompanying the Mission, jihad is, after all, a war in which all countries need to show their strength to the Temple of Fire in order to attain a position commensurate with the war and beyond. And the guards of this mission, which is a means of demonstration, are usually the most elite forces of all nations, representing the highest standards of these principalities and kingdoms, and the face of nobility and royalty. In order to preserve this face and glory, the guards of these missions will even climb against each other in the Cruz Empire, clashing, of course, very few people will really bleed, except that the disgraced side will not be well off most of the time after returning home.

One of the strongest regimental guards in the jihad should have come from the Guards of the Principality of Black Crow in the western part of the Empire, which is also adjacent to the Hazers and the Temple of the Earth. Although the Principality accepts the faith of the Temple of Fire, the majority of the inhabitants of the territory are Orcs and Veterinarians, the people are bright, and the noble class is very armed. At that time, their guards, made up of bear fighters, crushed the guards of all nations, both quantitatively and qualitatively, but unfortunately, they encountered the Eruins of that era.

The mission sent by the Eruin in that jihad was probably the coldest of all jihad, with the exception of noble representatives, comprising less than twenty White Lion Corps officers. But the problem is that the 20-man guard, whose captain was Santa Darus the Earth Sword, and the deputy leader, the scholar Tulaman of Silverburg, were the only two men who swept across even the Krutz.

And that's another story about how Brando's famous grandfather became Marshal of the Allied Coalition.

The Princess chose Brando as head of the Mission, and the Royal Party did not dare to object, although it disagreed, because the Guard of the Mission was the face of Eruin, and Tonigar is now, of course, one of the most combative territories in the whole of Eruin. And as for Brando and Her Royal Highness, it was under this guise that the two partners, who had reached an implicit pact with a ghost foetus, brazenly stuck their hands in this so-called guard force, who eventually went to Cruz for what.

That's hard to say.

Brando picked up the book from Frodo, looked up at it, looked up at the whole convoy, and said softly: "Let's go, we'll see you in Cruz. ”

In the end, he whispered and added:

“Jihad, I'm coming. ”

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(PS:) I hope you will try hard to smash the monthly ticket, inspire the code word, and power the code word.