The Amber Sword

The battle to ambush the Rodney ended faster than expected.

Even the backers that Brando's pedestrians had negotiated were useless, and when the Valhalla fleet, disguised as an Imperial Patrol ship, opened fire, Rodney thought there had been a misunderstanding and hurriedly ordered to stop the boat and wait for Brando's men to lean up to explain. As a result, when three battleships from Valhalla were close enough, he finally found an anomaly. Unfortunately, it was too late. The commander of the Battleship Brando directly ordered the ship to go up to catch a starboard battle. As soon as the sailors held up, although the knights from the White Legion were ready to resist in the corners, their battlefield was not above the sea and sky, let alone on Brando's side, where the goddess of martial arts and the Holy Gray Sword had made arrests. Less than a minute later, the sailors attacked the bottom cabin, allowing Rodney and the rest of his men to surrender from the surrender of their weapons.

Subsequently, the three warships, together with the ship, docked in the military anchorage near the port of Fatan, and Brando was notified the first time that he had embarked with Charles. By the time they boarded the ship, the signs of the battle on the deck had been cleaned up, the bodies of the seven verticals had been removed, the blood had been washed away, a platoon of sailors in Valhalla naval uniform had stood on both sides of the boat, and it was clear from them that they had experienced the battle before, but most of these young men's eyes were sparkling with excitement. Behind them, several prisoners had been thrown aside as if they were hawks, but Rodney himself had not been harmed, so that he could stand beside the hatch door, and Brunhild, the head of the goddess of martial arts, personally watched him. Brunhild is still dressed as usual today, with a cool color on her face and a smile in front of the outsiders, except that her pale blue eyes burned with a bright flame until she saw Brando nodding slightly.

The head of the goddess of martial arts, glorified in mythology, has personally taken care of it, and for that alone, Rodney's life has been worth it.

At this moment, however, he obviously did not think so, he did not want to die and therefore appeared extraordinarily wary. He witnessed the whole battle with his own eyes. He brought 32 great knights, all of them elites from the White Legion, each with at least more strength than the gold downstream, but the elite of these elites, in front of those three female samurai on flame horses, had no resistance, which was described in the most euphemistic terms. The previous battle was also upside down, with no luck whatsoever. Especially the goddess of war next to him, a gun left a huge hole in the ship, a joke, this is a second class warship, although he can't do much, but he has a very good eye. At first glance, it can be seen that these goddesses also possess at least the power of the elements, and not the kind of half-hung that forcibly raises from the golden peak to the touch element, but the powerful, the temple knight, who truly holds the power of the elements, may even be more than that.

How could the three powerful elements suddenly appear in such a place, especially when they were wearing makeshift equipment, seemed to belong to a mysterious force, and Marodeni did not know the flame battle they were sitting in, but it was remarkable that such rides were obvious to withstand the battle of the elements, and when he thought that they could appear in bulk, he could not help but sweat. What kind of power could be so powerful around here? Apart from the temple, he can't imagine. The biggest lord of East Metz is the Duke of Leaves, but the Grand Duke of Leaves can't have that power. Is it really a temple? Rodney knows that besides the clergy, the highest knighthood arm of the Temple of Fire is the Knight of Fire, but there are no women among the Knights of Fire. Moreover, he saw that they were obviously foreigners, but had not yet linked them to the small country to the south, and he was most suspicious of the fact that it was Buga.

Only the Bukas will appear at this time and stand in opposition to Her Majesty the Queen.

Rodney's thoughts persisted until he saw a man on the deck. When he saw that man, he had to incredibly stare at his eyes and his face grew pale. The bean-sized sweat beads seeped out of his forehead and his legs shivered voluntarily, as if they were going to collapse on the ground at any time. If Brunhild hadn't helped him behind his back, maybe this possibility would have turned into reality, so he could see how terribly frightened this guy was.

Within the Empire, if there is such a man who can make such an impact in the nobility, there can be no doubt that this man can only have one title - Grey Sword Saint, which is to follow Brando to Mayfister on the deck at this moment. For this legendary sword saint, his appearance is familiar within the Empire and does not need to be explained at all, since it is impossible for anyone to ignore him, even among the civilian population, let alone among the nobles.

Brando saw Rodney's face, associating himself with the effects of Mayfist among the southern aristocrats of the Empire. He couldn't help but look at his cheap swordsmanship teacher and wonder to what extent it would take a bullfork to get people to see it like this for the first time without seeing each other. People who didn't know might still think that your elderly people had done something in the Empire that was too worrying or hidden, but it was strange that in his memory Grey Sword Holy had actually only made so much noise twice in the Empire. On record, it seemed like nothing was the big deal. I don't know why these people would be afraid of being like this, whether they were too worried or not.

Mayfister glanced at his students without hesitation. He and the Empire were simply lazy to answer such questions. Although he hated the country, he and the Empire did not waste their time on a dwarf like Rodney. Of course, he knew what Brando wanted him to do together, and now this guy's purpose was achieved. He hummed from his nose, single-handedly walked to the other side of the deck with a sword, looking out into the sea and the sky outside the harbor, and simply did not bother.

Young people from Valhalla on the deck cast an admirable eye.

Brando was a little speechless, knowing that his teacher was unusual, he looked at Rodney and frowned slightly. To be honest, he had no interest in this guy - whether it was because of what he had done in history or what he was doing now - not to mention the fact that his men had broken down before the battle. After all, it was more than thirty Golden Downstream Knights long, and his men were what they were capable of. Although they had been trained by the Bukas, they did not take more than six months to complete their training. Even if they were gifted and assisted by mass-produced junior dragon blood pills, it would be amazing to have a black iron peak in a little six months. Even if they had a powerful female warrior, casualties would be inevitable.

And these casualties were unnecessary, and the best young people in the kingdom, who were supposed to have a great future, were bleeding to bury their bones in other parts of the country for no reason, all because of the guy in front of them who was causing himself trouble. When he thought of that, he couldn't help but burn in anger and wanted to order the guy to be thrown into the sea. Fortunately, Brando has not extinguished reason, he knows that this guy is at least Veronica's younger brother, and now he works for the Silver Queen, but at least he has not betrayed the Empire into Madara's arms, has not nominally separated himself from the Erichko family, and more importantly, he wants to squeeze some residual value out of this guy.

With this in mind, his eyes directly skipped the guy and fell behind Marjorie, a young officer from the Royal Yanni Lassou Navy, who volunteered to take part in the ambush. Given that only this sergeant was the most experienced of all his men, and that the operation could not fail at the moment, he agreed to the other party's request and gave him three boats to take charge, which did not disappoint him and accomplish the task beautifully.

Marjorie put her hands on her chest and offered Brando a gift of courtesy from the middle and lower ranks of the Navy, answering: "Lord, the gods bless you, but you are not humiliated. ”

Brando nodded and smiled: "Well done. ”

In a simple and simple sentence, Marjorie was a little excited in his heart, but then he realized that he was not in the Royal Navy, and that the other party was not his top boss. He couldn't help but say a few words, as if he didn't know when to start, they actually began to familiarize the group with the commanding tone of the leader. After all, however, he is a Navy officer, and obedience to discipline and orders has long become natural. This idea only flashed through his mind, not to his surprise.

Instead, Duke Gionette behind Brando sensed the difference in tone between the two, and she looked at Marjorie and Brando with some complexity.

Brando looked at the hatch door of the black hole behind Rodney and threw a questioning look at Marjorie.

The young Navy officer, mindful of the Divine Order, replied hastily: "My lord, the prisoner car is in there, following your instructions, I did not allow anyone near that cabin. ”

Brando nodded satisfied with the location and was at the tip of the wind. He didn't want more people to know who Faina was. Some things were far better in the dark than in the bright spot. Besides, he knew that he didn't want too many people to see her down. When I think of the tall, golden lady I met in the rings of the wind, his mood is also a little complicated, and I think this is probably the so-called fate trick, who would have thought that their second meeting would actually be in this situation.

……

In the dark jail, some Cesar shuddered in a corner, the cold shackles locked in the Duke's golden right ankle, tied to a heavy chain, she did not know what was happening outside, but before she heard the sound of the gunfire, the shooting, the hull violently vibrating, these voices were noisy at first, peaked at some point, then gradually silenced, and the whole ship became silent.

She began to hear one or two occasional kicks, heavy objects falling, begging for forgiveness and crying as if they were beasts, but soon even those sounds disappeared, and at first she felt the boat's floor shake slightly, but then even the whole boat stopped, as if it were in a world of total silence.

Faina did not know that this was because the ship had come back to port. She only knew that the horrible gunfire had scared her to scream at the beginning, and she wished that it would pass as quickly as hell, but when everything was quiet, she missed the noise of the past. That endless silence made her feel her heart was frozen, she did not know what was happening outside, a dark space seemed to be trapped in a huge unknown, this wandering uneasiness about the future made the Duke feel like a giant beast lurking in front of her as if she were waiting for her head to hit.

She heard her heart beat strongly in the darkness, bang bang, as if it were the only sound in the world. Fear kept her close to the cold wall. On several occasions she tried to call a few low voices, trying to attract the attention of the guards outside the iron cell, but because of hunger and cold, her voice was weak as if it were a helpless lamb and could not be transmitted out of the iron cell.

Huge anxiety finally made her cry.

It was at this time that a stretched metal friction sounded as if it had penetrated a dark world. The young lady bounced off the ground as if she had been needled. She had tears on her face and looked around in horror. The sound came from outside the hatch, and soon a second sound came. Fiina only felt all the sweat on her body upside down. When she listened carefully, she finally heard the sound of someone opening the lower hatch door. Although she was a young lady, she was not ignorant. She knew that in such a battleship only the hatch of the power chamber was made of metal and that it was not far from the bottom hatch where she was located.

Someone's coming?

Or something else?

The animal hiding in the unknown seemed to have forced her into it. She felt her heart beat faster without a fight. Soon she heard a series of footsteps. The footsteps stopped not far from the cage, and then she heard the man talking, the pirate? Fiina had this idea in the first place, because she knew that there was no floating ship in her father's territory, and she would not wait for the ship to leave port, but who would fight the Imperial Navy in the lofty inland sea? That could only be pirates.

She knew the pirates were likely to win, and although she didn't know who the pirates were and who could defeat the knights around Rodney, she had heard stories about them since childhood and she knew what would happen to those pirates, especially girls like her.

Faina's face turned pale, how much she hoped the time would be set at this moment, never to go any further, or those rude guys never noticed the car, unfortunately it was against her will, and she soon heard the door open. Squeaks a teething noise, a ray of strong light coming from outside the prison door, Faina buried her head almost the first time, she curled helplessly in the corner, but her heart was blinded.

She was almost completely desperate, which was the worst outcome for her.

Yet there is only a line between Hell and Heaven.

She heard a voice asking:

“Faina? ”

That voice was so delightful, as if it were heavenly, that this young lady could swear by heaven that she would never have thought for a moment in her life that that horrible voice would have such a beautiful day that she almost hallucinated and thought she heard it. She shuddered, incredibly raised her head, and the light that penetrated into the darkness made her beautiful pupils shrink in a circle. That head should have been brilliant, beautiful, but now it looks a little messy under the blonde hair, and her face was filled with the illusion of surprise and ecstasy.

She saw a face that could never have appeared, but now she really had to look at herself.

……