The Amber Sword

Stars are dusty.

The Silver Robe Wizard disappeared behind the light door one by one, and Tulaman looked at Brando with his hands on the side of the boat, staring at him in front of his body, smiling slightly, and then turned around into the light door as well; he was the last Buga to leave, the ring door on the cross bridge spinning half a turn clockwise behind him, and then quickly shrunk down into a light point, slowly falling to the ground like a puff of dust.

At night in Port Rune, after a bitter day of fighting, there was no one left in the silent city. Port Rune was small, with the exception of nobles who could not afford their own property, most of the civilians had long since walked away in the early days of the war, fled, and the remaining refugees had already been placed on board by Brando with the Eruin mission in full. The Cruz aristocracy was rather dissatisfied with the fact that these civilians also had to occupy their own limited resources and space to survive, but Brando was simply too lazy to listen to them, which belonged to Valhalla and to his fleet, and he did not need to.

The silver fleet hovered over the pier like a fish, and the large and small frigates surrounded several conspicuously larger and larger major ships, the flagship Arkennaton, just in the middle of the entire fleet. Under the bright stars, the sailor pulled the cable in the first mate's voice, a silver glittering wind sail was buzzing, Brando listened to the sound of the voice, his heart was calm, he saw on the deck, Sergeant Marjorie from Janilassou was directing the sailor to roll down the deck filled with fresh water and food, and the first time out of the sea the boys could not talk about skill, but were better than hand-to-foot.

Instead of putting away the springboard leading to the crossbridge on one side of the boat, she added an extra one, always standing beside the springboard with one of the sisters of the Ambassador of Commerce, wearing a thick fur coat and a mink shawl, carrying a lovely round cap, she seemed to be unable to stand the cold wind at high altitude, rubbing her hands vigorously and frozen her naked face.

But even so, she seriously advised the sailors around her: "You guys are so clumsy, it's really worrying. Be careful later, it is a truly noble and elegant lady, don't be frightened! ”

“No problem, Miss Roman. ”

“Yes, ma'am, go under the cabin first. If you freeze three lengths or two, your lord will be angry again later.” Unfortunately, the sailors were very familiar with the young lady's spleen and were not afraid at all, but replied with a smile.

“No, no, no, no, no. Your lord, he has such a good temper that he won't be angry.” Roman hastily rebutted that, despite what she had said, she looked at Brando's side in vain and was relieved to see that the latter was distracted. She patted her chest and had to be ashamed and angry: “Bullshit, I'll send you to wash the deck! ”

The sailors shut up hip-hop.

When Brando waited for the young lady to turn around, she withdrew her gaze and had to shake her head and laugh, but her heart was hidden in some enlightenment.

The Bukas and the four main temples have become aware of their mistakes, because by deception it is impossible to achieve a just end. If the direction is deviated from the beginning, the purpose achieved can only bear bitter fruit. But is it correct, Your Majesty, to stand opposite the four temples? Brando doesn't think so.

Because the Buga, the Dragon Nation and the four Temples are at least one thing correct: insane acts can only lead to the end of order, cannot bring about a new life on the ruins, no one is entitled to decide the fate of others, and no one is entitled to drag the world into war; blood cannot bring about a revolution, it can only arouse endless hatred.

“Perhaps I do not know how to stand on the side of justice. ”

“But at least I know what is good and precious in this world. ”

“I also know how to use a knight's sword.” Brando muttered to himself: "So the queen, indeed, has gone a long way on the path of paranoia. ”

A black carriage appeared on the crossbridge like a ghost, and it drove silently toward the Arkennaton and stopped by the springboard. Even though the sailors had no shape to go forward, they were uplifted at this moment because the escorts beside the carriage were the three martial arts goddesses - these knights riding on flaming horses with long guns and armour, who had already shown amazing strength in the afternoon war, and there were people in the mission who needed their protection? Everyone was surprised.

Not only these sailors, but the nobles who saw the scene in close proximity to the battleships, were unconsciously puzzled, and most of them first glanced over the flagship - who would be in the carriage if the mysterious Count had boarded the ship? Is it the princess of Eruin who came in person?

Even the envoys looked at each other, and Ernie hit Marjorie's arm with her elbow: “Did you see Princess Magdalene?” She asked. The young sergeant shook his head: "She's on the boat, on the boat with Judy. ”

“What about the Grand Lady of the Swallow Castle family? ”

“Miss Delphirie? I just saw her. ”

“Who could it be, Your Highness?” The Duke of Vieiro frowned, rudely biting his fingertips, and said that she was the kind of woman with a particularly strong sense of control who was very disturbed by every unexpected event.

“You think too much, Miss Owney.” Marjorie was very calm, and he glanced at the former and replied softly.

The carriage parked on the side of the springboard, then the door opened, Yuta jumped out of it, and the person who saw the scene first slightly stunned, and then recognized that this was Countess Eruin's deputy. There was actually someone who wanted her to take care of herself, and the curiosity of the crowd had to be raised again. They stared at the carriage as if it had begun, and finally slowly came down from above.

But it's a man.

“Ah!” Ornie saw the man and almost lost his voice.

In other boats, the Krutz nobility was also like a duck with its throat pinched, and they looked at the man as if they had seen the devil. Some of the psychological qualities are slightly worse, but they simply snap a few steps backwards. Bad luck, one foot into the cable, one butt sits on the ground. Forgive me, but they haven't woken up yet, a face as white as a piece of paper, completely bleeding away.

Count Olkons was frowning and taking his watch out of his clothes and looking at the time through the moonlight, but this moment he stood still like a demon, his watch slammed to the deck, and the glass cover fell to pieces.

“What's the matter?” Marjorie felt as if she was later aware, and this was when she noticed that the atmosphere was somewhat different, she asked the Duke around her.

“It's him...” O'Neill is fighting with her teeth up and down. Although she is eager to contain this humiliating emotion, she still can't help but make a chirping sound: “It's that person, no wonder the leader is with him... no wonder he has so much fear...”

If, in the history of the Empire, there was such a man who could change the smell of all the nobles in and around the Empire, and the face of this man was familiar to everyone within the Empire, but even so, the powerful Cruz Empire for a hundred years still had no choice but to take him, then this man would have only one name, one title.

His name is Mayfister, and his title is Grey Sword Saint.

Mayfist slowly stepped off the carriage, an extremely elegant middle-aged man who had been accustomed to the life of Youwo for the first half of his life. The smell of a nobleman was branded on him like a label, as if he were a prince wandering in another country, and he was forced to go anywhere and become the focus of people's eyes. As soon as he attacked the dark trench coat, the famous gray sword was on his back, his face was a little tenacious, but most notably the eyes of the cold stars, Mayfister raised his head and swept everyone in the fleet, making every Cruz present feel cold.

Time seems to have clotted.

Utah and Mayfister boarded the boat before and after, and they walked flat across the springboard to Brando. Brando looked at the two men and couldn't help but exhale and laugh, “Thank you, teacher, I didn't expect to get you involved. ”

The Grey Sword Saint looked at his students, and this mission, he had actually been following behind the mission, along with the female martial arts gods and the puppets of the Buga people, which, as originally arranged, would have made him unfit to appear, unless at the most critical juncture. But I didn't expect the plan to change quickly, and after Brando had Utah tell him about it earlier, he thought about it for a moment, and then there was that scene.

Mayfister knew his student was going to pull the flag with his own sign, but he didn't take it personally, first he was very happy with Brando, his only student, and secondly he never wanted to hide his tail in front of the Cruz.

The Empire could not do anything about him, let alone now, before he had crossed the extreme.

So he just responded lightly: “Just do it, you're my student, and I'll naturally stand behind you. ”

Brando was slightly moved, and he looked at the middle-aged man, who was also his cheap teacher, who, in his mind, was a mentor, but inevitably had the colour of the deal. After all, from the beginning, this relationship was sustained in exchange for equivalence. I didn't expect that after so much experience, the other party seemed to really regard itself as a student. He nodded slightly and replied with a low voice: “I see, teacher. ”

Mayfister still looks like a meticulous smile, only to say, “I'm going down first, and it's really uncomfortable to see these hypocritical Krutz people. ”

Brando had to laugh bitterly. Now the world thinks that he, Count Valhalla, dared to beat the face of the Cruz Empire, but did not expect Mayfister, the old enemy of the Empire, to be more arrogant. Even he would not dare to cut the face of the Cruz for no reason. You know, Count Alcons is not far away right now, and Mayfister is talking to him alone, but his voice is not so small that he wants to say it intentionally to each other.

But it's nothing. What's ridiculous is that those who can't last a lifetime always complain about the Cruz nobility who complained about it. It's as if they had aphasia at this point, stunned as a head down and pretended not to see the scene.

The Earl of Alcons, though blue and white on his face, dared not say half a word more.

What deterrence is, that is deterrence.

Brando watched Mayfister walk down the deck without stomach defamation, or seeing his teacher say that when he saw the leader of the Corps of Beautiful Beauties in the Dome, it was hypocritical. But here he remembered that he had not heard from Veronica for some time and that the lady, although a Cruz, was one of his few respected people and had to worry about it for a while.

At this point, the black carriage got on the Arkanalton under Roman's arrangement, and the sailors were puzzled: "Miss Roman, don't you think that the carriage was a noble and elegant lady, doesn't it look like a lady? ”

“Why not, ma'am?” Miss Merchant argued cunningly, "Didn't you see that? ”

“Young lady, you wouldn't say Lord Utah, would you? Isn't she the head of the mercenary, a noble and elegant lady?” The sailors start to buzz: “Merchants talk about credit. ”

“Credit, of course, but the loopholes in the text can be drilled, can't they?” Roman grinned.

“Cut.” A moment went by and shouted.

But the businesswoman didn't care at all. She asked the sailors to put away the springboard before coming to Brando, and she was proud to compare it to an 'OK’ gesture.

Brando was motionless, pinched her little nostrils, and said to Utah beside him, "Is everything loaded on the boat? ”

Yuta nodded: “The puppet and the statue ghost have been loaded on the ship, but Lord, there are not many statues left, if the dragon beast attacks again...”

“They'll definitely come back, and behind us should be the Modesty guy, and I know her personality very well.” Brando looked at the great plains beneath the night and scattered stardust dotted over the pitch-black screen, but the brightest of them were the constellations of the dragon king Bahamet of the Oriental Sky, right next to this magnificent star map, a pitch-black, said to belong to the dragon of darkness before the Battle of the Saints.

It has fallen for a thousand years...

“Mmm," Roman frowned, holding his head up, eagerly trying to get rid of Brando's claws, but she was a poor little witch, how could she be the opponent of Brando's warrior? Less than a few moments later, I looked at this damned guy with tears: "Brando, if you don't let go, I'm gonna bite you. ”

As if to reinforce the persuasion of this threat, the businesswoman also revealed white and pointed tiger teeth.

Brando smiled a little, and that's when he let go, the latter hurriedly stepped back, rubbing his reddish nose and staring vigilantly at the guy.

“Can they catch up to us?” Utah looked at the couple with interest and asked.

“Yes, the dragon beast is going much faster than the oldest frigate, plus we have refugees with us.” Brando replied.

“If we set sail now, aren't they going to catch us at sea?” Yuta frowned.

“It doesn't matter." Brando conceived that Modesty might have joined the battle personally after learning that the Bukas were involved, but he answered calmly, “They can't stop us, Utah, you tell Charles and Marjorie they're in the drawing room, and, by the way, the fat guy. ”

Utah nodded and was about to leave, but Brando called her back: “Wait. ”

“What's the matter?” The head of the female mercenary group turned back in confusion.

“Utah,” Brando asked after hesitation. "I remember you seemed to know my grandfather. ”

Utah responded slightly and she couldn't help but glow, some respectfully answering: "Yes, Lord, how could someone not know your grandfather in Eruin? Lord Darus, in those days, he was one of the two walls of the kingdom, but..." She looked with some appreciation at her lord, thinking that this was probably the so-called family heirloom of the nobility, both grandchildren, so excellent.

But why are some nobles decaying for generations? It was not the first time she had doubts about the question, just that she could not think of an answer.

“But what? ”

It seemed as if Utah had made up her mind to continue this question for a while, and she replied, "But, my lord, when your grandfather became famous, I wasn't even born yet, in fact... in fact, I've seen him, or what happened after his seclusion. Sir...” She looked at the young man in front of her and replied, "You know, it was near Prague, and in fact I saw you. ”

“What!?” Brando was stunned, and he never dreamed that he had such a relationship with the head of the mercenary group.

“... the Lord remembers that I told you about my past," Yuta's voice had to go down when she remembered what had happened before: “Me and my sister, then adventurers, were persecuted by nobility and had to go into exile. Later, your grandfather saved my life, but unfortunately my sister was not so lucky, she didn't last until then, that's when I met you and your grandfather. ”

She couldn't bear to smile softly, more than a height: "You were only a little taller then, my lord. ”

Brando beamed a little before he reacted, and it seemed like this was true in his memory, but before Utah mentioned it, it was just a little insert in his childhood memory, and it was already obscure. He took a deep look at the head of the mercenary group: "Did you recognize her from the beginning? ”

Utah shook his head: “It was a long time ago, and I realized that the old man was the famous sword of Saint Darius, and then I deliberately went to collect some information about him, but didn't dare to propagate it. Later, when I met the adult, I didn't recognize the adult at first. After all, you were so young,” she couldn't help laughing: “Who would have thought such a cute little guy at that time could have grown up to be a man of the highest standing? Compared to the adult, I was nothing but a man, and then...”

“Later? ”

“It was only after that underground incident in the town of Schaffrend that I confirmed your identity from Lord Kuran, and since then I have decided to follow him with my heart and soul.” The head of the mercenary group recalled with some touch that she had taken a subconscious look at her sword.

“My lord,” she raised her head: "Anything else? ”

Brando shook his head. It was a pity that he wanted to get to know his grandfather from Utah, but he didn't think he knew more than he did. “Nothing,” he replied. "Go ahead, Utah, thank you. ”

“It's an honor, my lord," replied the head of the mercenary group with a smile, suddenly remembering something. "By the way, my lord, is your aunt okay? ”

“My aunt?” Brando stunned for a moment. On the side of Karasu, his mother had several aunts, but Karrego had very little contact with their families. He had never seen relatives of those professors since childhood, and it was not clear for a moment why Utah suddenly asked the question.

“Yeah, the lady who was with your grandfather at the time, she was the one who saved me first," replied Utah. "I haven't seen that kind lady in a long time, and I haven't had a chance to thank her. ”

“What?”

Brando stopped for a moment because there was no such person in his memory. He couldn't help but rub his forehead and wondered if his memory was too vague and missed a lot of details. All he remembered was that he was practicing swords at a sawmill by the river, that his grandfather had saved a woman, and whether Yuta, in fact, he couldn't remember clearly, and whether there was another woman at the time, that was all too much to talk about.

In his memory, however, he only remembered that there were not many outsiders with his own family. After some friends in his father's business, his grandfather had virtually no social connections and supervised his sword practice every day.

Was he wrong?

Brando rubbed his forehead with great headache.

“Lord Lord?” Yuta looked at him with some concern.

“Nothing,” Brando shook his head: "My aunt... well, okay, I'll take you to see her next time. ”

The head of the female mercenary group nodded only to the satisfaction of the location, but she didn't hear a word of it.

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