The Amber Sword

The entire fleet had no light, like a dark fish floating in the night sky. Occasionally, the moonlight crosses the clouds, casting a clear glow over the waves and undulating waters, as well as reflecting the fleet on the waves. The silver clouds were bright and dark, like glittering silver, and the entire fleet sailed in the middle of the sky, but the more so, the more silent the night appeared, and the whole vast sky of the sublime inner sea, as if it were surrounded by such a different atmosphere.

The indoor air of the cartography was also somewhat silent, with several large imperial maps and maps of the sublime inner sea perimeter spread out on the table, with a black sheathed dagger pressed against the corner on one side and a sextant or something like that on the other. There are several chairs at the table, surrounded by Marjorie, Charles, Avram, Count Olkons and another of their spokespersons, who have been elected by the nobles. Brando sat at the top, standing behind her with a sword on his back, the head of the mercenary regiment, Yuta, and the sceptre of Chipamila.

Ladies were reluctant to squeeze in with the men, so they stood a little farther and watched the men deliberate. In fact, in addition to Chiara and Euni, several other women were not interested in such a boring meeting. Eunid was the little princess of the Sifah family, and Judy was accustomed to following Euni. After all, the little girl was only 11 years old and was still afraid to be alone.

Standing among the crowd, a young man wearing a captain's costume: a penciled blue grey coat, a golden tassel on his shoulder badge, a strap, light grey pony pants, and black boots, with a pair of white gloves, paralleled on the map: "Lord, our first task now is to determine the course. It is unlikely that such a large fleet will ever be able to float at at sea. Feeding is a major problem. So we have to find a suitable destination port, which must meet the following conditions: first, to be able to accommodate our fleet, secondly, to be able to provide us with adequate supplies in the long run, and thirdly, and most importantly, the attitude of this port towards us, which is also guaranteed by the first two points. ”

“To be able to accommodate a fleet like ours is to be qualified as a first-class port, with few such ports surrounding the noble Inland Sea.” Avram answered with some gasp that the cabin was so boring that a circle of fat on the forehead and neck of the Duke's heir was filled with bright crystalline sweat, and the silk robe was soaked in a large area that the maid fanned him with a vigorous group of fans, but it still didn't help, and the sweat was like a waterfall. He wiped a handkerchief on his forehead and went on to say: "Only in the bustling areas of Cloak Bay, Metz, there is such a port. I thought, the nearest to us should be Emma, Golden Harbor, Fatan...”

Instead of traveling like the other noble children, he was a little timid to be human, and wondered if it was because of too much contact with the family business that he became cautiously accustomed to being a businessman. After he wiped his sweat, he frowned and worried: "Lord Commander, anchorages with first-class port qualifications can also support a fleet like ours for most of the long term. But the problem is, the Cruz don't necessarily have to worry about a fleet like ours entering their port, my lord, because you were...”

Of course, Brando knew what this careful guy was going to say. He thought he had only a few boats, and with the Avram family's relationship within the Empire, it would be easy to settle the docking and supply problems by looking for business partners in the past. But it's not a small thing to let the Cruz go blind and let such a huge fleet into the harbor, even passing through the waters around the harbor, and his original relationship is not necessarily going to work.

This is also the trouble the Bukas put him in. Brando would have thought of such a huge fleet arriving in the Empire, but of course he wouldn't have let Avram say the rest, interrupting the look: “I know, you don't have to worry, you just have to let your friends know in advance to reassure them, in case the Cruz think we're their enemies. ”

“Really...” Avram muttered in his heart. Is it that simple? Such a huge fleet of non-own fleets suddenly appeared in the empire, I'm afraid the responsible Krutz can't even sleep. It's a bit obvious to say that there's nothing to worry about.

It's just that Brando has established a one-size-fits-all authority in the mission since these days, so these doubts can only rot in his stomach and never come out.

Brando's gaze swept past those yellow maps, and his gaze proceeded along the rugged coastline of the sublime inner sea, as if thinking, half a mile later, he slapped directly on the board and decided: "Let's go to Fatan. ”

The needles were quiet for a while in the room and everyone was looking for their final destination in the eyes of the young Count.

The two Cruz nobles are obviously more familiar with their homeland, Fatan is located in Aimebron province, at the entrance to the Golden River, east of Aimebron province by the Short Mountains, just at the westernmost end of the Metz region, is the northern gateway to the Changqing corridor, which is the heart of the imperial north-western frontier, and the port of Fatan is the center of the area and one of the largest ports in Simets. Count Olkons swept a glance on the map and frowned and opened his mouth: "Is this too close? ”

Brando glanced at him and understood whether the port of Fatan was too close to the Changqing walkway, fearing that the army of Jørgendigan would arrive here north after breaking through the fortress of Yasa. After experiencing a life of frightening escape, such a nobleman as the other, finally had a respite opportunity, and did not want such an experience to come again for a second time.

He shook his head gently.

In fact, the choice of the port of Fatan was by no means a sudden decision. Tulaman had already chosen this port for them. Although the Bukas did not say why, Brando believed that the other party must have some information, but was unable to be so forthright because of some kind of avoidance. He could even dare to speculate that the Silver People might have used their monitoring stations on the earth, so that at such a sensitive time, Tulaman could only choose such an obscure way to prompt him.

This brief meeting is just to cover people's ears and eyes. It's the ears and eyes of these Krutz aristocrats, Brando replied: "Count, the White Legion is still on the Green Walk, and it's not that easy for Jorgendigan's army to break through this line of defense. Step back, if the White Legion can't stop them, then there's no safe place for the whole of Metz, and you can't let us drive straight to the heart of the Empire, can you? ”

Count Olkons frowned so tightly that he could hear the voice of the young Count, not to mention he understood what it meant to drive such a large fleet directly to the heart of the Empire, at which time it was feared that whether they were greeting them with good intentions or bad intentions, they would only be a frontal blow to the Royal Fleet of the Archdeacon and the Knights of the Fleet.

“Well," another Cruz nobleman in this room is the common representative of other nobles outside Port Rune, a good man with a good face and anger, but he now looks a little more nervous than Count Olkons: “Why don't we go to Cape Bay? ”

The real reason not to go to the Bay of Cloaks is naturally that Tulaman warned him in advance that those knowledgeable nobles on the battlefield of the final battle, most of whom are now rooted in the area, must needless to say, must have been crowds of irons of Her Majesty the Queen. And for decades, the Silver Queen has never reused the nobility of the region, only to let them firmly hold the Empire's navy, a message that makes Brando more vigilant than Her Majesty's attention to these nobles.

Obviously, Constance sees these people as an important force behind them, and they won't be on the table until the critical moment, commonly known as the bottom card. Knowing this, Brando naturally wouldn't foolishly crash into each other's ronnet, in the Cape Bay and the Mets area, which obviously couldn't pass by anyway.

But you can't say that right now.

Brando glanced at the guy, and the other guy's problem wasn't really what he expected. It was good that the Cruz people hadn't begun to suspect anything, they just instinctively wanted to stay away from the danger. He smiled and replied, "In fact, you don't have to worry so much. With my fleet alone, the Jorgendigans took us for nothing. Instead of being a threat to us, the Imperial Army, you don't want to escape easily, but you die in your own hands for no reason? ”

“This is the heart of the Empire, and everything must be done with caution. I chose Fatan because I also considered a number of factors. First of all, I did not want to go into conflict with the Imperial Navy, and I did not want to make your Majesty feel too nervous. To be honest, I was just a small head of mission. If I did not encounter the current situation, I would never want to make it so difficult. So let's not further complicate the situation. What do you think? ”

Count Olkons thought for a moment and thought it might be the same thing, but he snorted at Brando for saying, 'I'm just a small head of mission'. Has there ever been such a mission? I was barely able to drive the fleet straight into Tidu, forcing Her Majesty into the palace. Thinking about it, he wondered, "Where did the Empire beat this bloody guy so hard, otherwise how could they be so arrogant?" He nodded slowly after a while and agreed with Brando.

And the rest of the good gentleman, who is actually looking at Olkonsmar, is naturally not in a good position to make any other comments. After a moment of further discussion, the parties essentially identified some of the details that followed, and in fact nothing happened to these Cruz nobles. Brando's demands on them were essentially as long as they did not cause any trouble, but the feeling made Count Alcons feel very uncomfortable, so he offered to wait until Fatan, when he could also come forward to use some relationship, at least to let the Cruz assure them of the resupply of their fleet.

Of course, his consideration was based on his own safety. After all, Brando's fleet is now his only amulet.

After the route had been determined, the Cruz nobles had finally relaxed for a whole day, and only then had they returned to these noble lords, who were well-endowed on weekdays. After a full day of fear, witnessing a war and a comeback and comeback torment, even someone like Count Olkons could not help but feel a little dizzy and quickly resigned.

When one of the Cruz left, Brando immediately removed his relaxed appearance and took it seriously, ordering all members of the mission to remain, while the venue for the meeting was chosen for the captain's office.

The captain of the Arkenalton was quite spacious and luxurious, and while the accommodation of all the members of the Mission was not yet obsessive, the atmosphere in the room at this moment was a bit harsh and a strange silence engulfed everyone. Avram was still sweating vigorously, except that his maid had disappeared, Ornie frowned and bit her lower lip. She looked subconsciously at Marjorie, and only this young sergeant appeared calm among all of them, who stood still, eyebrows still, like a soldier waiting to be commanded by the general. Not far from here, the captain of the Arkenalton looked at this side curiously, wondering who this man was, who could be Lord's belly, but how could he not have seen it before?

Marjorie was surrounded by several other women in the mission, Enid and Judy, all very nervous. Count Yanborough Thousand Gold was a little better, but he was also immersed in the previous shock and never returned to God. Only Princess Magdalene was comfortable. The expression on Chiara's face next to her was very complicated. At times, she raised eyebrows and sometimes revealed a strange smile. But overall, she looked like an eyebrow dancer. At first glance, she knew that she was only a fearless character.

After a while of silence, someone finally broke the atmosphere of death.

Euni said: “Sir, I... we don't believe you will open the river, but you said too much... too much...” She was going to say too much, she promised to call it out a month or two ago. But unconsciously, Brando had established an authoritative image in the minds of these people, even though she was reluctant to admit it, but had in fact subconsciously recognized it. This rude word spinned in her mouth for a few laps, but she still couldn't say it.

Brando looks at these people, and he chooses to tell them the truth about Tulaman, frankly, not because of impulse, but because at this time, he needs at least support and recognition from his own country. What he needs to do now is to control the Krutz nobles so that they do not create chaos, and it is not enough for him alone, but for others to help.

And the nobility of Eru in the envoys is what he can rely on for war. In fact, it was not until this moment that Brando had for the first time a sense of identity with the nobility of this kingdom that these young aristocratic descendants, who had not yet been completely influenced by the set of rules of their fathers, were born into rebellion to shine a glow of freedom and ideals in their bodies, a vitality that was alien to this decaying and ancient kingdom.

“I'm sure you can judge for yourselves whether I'm telling the truth or not.” Brando simply replied.

O'Neill stopped talking, and if Brando told them about these things on the first day, they might still be suspicious, but in fact, as early as they broke through the line of defense of the Jørgen Deokang army, the head of the regiment warned them with foresight that those dragons might have ties to the Silver Queen, and with that suspicion, contacted the truth heard today, and linked all the clues together, all the problems were solved.

In fact, they have long accepted this assertion, just because it was too shocking to reverse the perception of the world.

But a moment later, the sergeant, standing like a spear, opened his mouth: "Lord.” He said in silence.

With a slight glimpse of Brando, he suddenly realized that Marjorie was calling him Lord, not Lord of the rest of the population. He looked at each other somewhat puzzled.

“Lord,” replied Marjorie. "If you have any orders, please do so. I am a soldier and know what to do at this time. ”

Brando looked at the guy with surprise, and he thought he was going to convince Owney first, but didn't expect to be the silent guy who talked first this weekday. He nodded slightly and looked at the others: “Where are you? ”

“… My lord, are we… are we going to fight the Empire?” Enid asked with some fear.

“No," Brando shook his head: "But I'm afraid we're going to fight Her Majesty, but don't worry too much, we're not going to be alone. ”

“Sir, do you mean someone will help us?” Avram stumbled and asked.

“We'll see.” Brando stared at the vast map of the whole empire hanging on the wall of the captain's chamber, staring into the position of the port of Fatan and answering in the shadows. Then he changed his tone and gave the order: "Marjorie, Avram, the next is your real order. Listen up.”

Both are unconsciously serious.

“When the fleet arrives in the port of Fatan, your task is to take over the port immediately.” Brando bites heavily out the word 'take over': "whether by peaceful means or by force. ”

He raised his head and his eyes lit like a flame: "Do you understand? ”

Two young men stuck there at the same time.

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