The Amber Sword

Charles picked up the steps of the lighthouse and looked up and saw Brando and the three ladies chatting by the railing on the side of the lighthouse against the sea. Miss Roman was laughing vigorously. A gloomy, somewhat heavy heart appeared between the eyebrows of Faina. Nimatis was dressed in a costume, leaning back against the railing and looking at the view of the sea. The long black hair was light with the sea breeze, and the sea sky was far away. The clouds were like white mountains rising and falling in the sky.

No wonder others have long seen the silent character of the female knight, but they have not seen the shadow of the little princess Sifah, who likes to make a scene, who seems to have dragged the elves to the port to go shopping. The two little ladies are now friends with nothing to talk about, and of course, they do have common themes and hobbies - that is, the ability to cause trouble.

“Lord. ”

Brando attacked the black knight trench coat, the sword of the earth slanted between his waist, the black rhinoceros set silver sheath almost pointed down to the ground, turning around to notice that his wizard attendant had arrived, he smiled and said: “Just in time, look at the scenery here? ”

Charles said slightly: "Looks like Lord Lords love the view here? ”

Brando shook his head with a smile, stretched out his gloves and patted the lighthouse's ancient and speckled exterior path: “Do you know where this lighthouse came from? ”

Charles looked up subconsciously at the lighthouse, which looked old, but looked nothing more than an old-fashioned lighthouse found all over the sublime inner sea, and he wondered what else it could mean.

“The port of Fatan has a long history, but Lord, I have never been here, nor am I aware of any historical monuments.” He replied.

“Ha ha," Brando laughed, proudly reaching out to the businesswoman beside him, who threw up her tongue and reluctantly placed a gold coin in his hand, moaning and complaining: “Charles, you're useless. ”

“This lighthouse is the famous Tumen lighthouse," Brando pointed in the direction of the harbour district: “Fatan was founded in the year of the glorious return, and the founder of the harbour was Fatan, a famous Krutz scholar. Freeman, a descendant of Tumen and heir of few respected Minor bloodlines in the mortal world, unfortunately did not escape the judgment of time and eventually dissipated into the long rivers of history. This lighthouse was built to honour them. At long last, Tumen was the bearer of the fire of civilization and the wise man who gave the light of inspiration to the people of black iron in the dark. Unfortunately, few people can remember these histories now. ”

He looked softly at the direction of the pier, and in the last life he had passed by when he left Eruin for Fanzan. He remembered that there was a crest of the port of Fatan at the door of the lighthouse, which, although decades earlier today, was still much newer, but much newer. It was a wonderful feeling that the port had not changed much in the last two generations, and he could even find out the details about the drip after the decades, and the memories of the past had been incorporated into them, creating a strange emotion in his heart.

Charles could not help but cry and watch his lord wager himself, but Brando's words also aroused his curiosity, as he looked back at the lighthouse - a flat lighthouse without distinction from the other parts of the lofty Inland Sea - which stood between the two headlands and looked out at the unchanging blue sky of the sea a thousand years outside the port of Fatan, as if a lonely old man, after a storm, watched the passage of time in silence and wisdom, leaving nothing but the algal greens and white paint on his body.

History has formed a huge coincidence, completing a cycle where it witnessed the decline of the last Minor bloodline and now watches them return to the world.

“It turns out this beacon has such a history. ”

“It wasn't actually the original one," Fiina suddenly lifted her eyelids and said with some pride and faintness: "The earliest Tumen lighthouse was destroyed in a fire in 114 years, and then rebuilt again, and the rebuilt lighthouse was damaged during the July war, and what you saw was the second renovation. ”

Brando looked back at her and the worrying light in his dark brown eyes flashed through. Although Fayna looked much better today after a night's rest, and the gown and long dress seemed to really restore the pride of belonging to the Duke of Flowers and Leaves, he knew, perhaps only through personal experience, what the past month meant to her. Obviously, that shadow was not so easily extinguished from her mind.

In the rings of the wind, the grieving Duke of Heaven is no longer visible.

“Miss Faina...”

“You want to comfort me again,” Finnah turned around and glanced at him with a beautiful brow deep down: “I don't want to argue with you, hillbilly, I'm not as fragile as you think. ”

“And," she corrected seriously, word for word: "Call me Fayna. ”

Brando stared at the young lady and frowned, thinking that there was no real difference between the stiffness of this outfit and the rings of the wind at the time, it just looked silly and cute.

Charles saw the smile in this scene, but he hadn't forgotten that he still had some business to do. He hurried to report: "Lord, we're almost tortured there. ”

“Oh?”

Brando frowned slightly, which brought him back to realizing what news his wizard servant was bringing, and in fact it was not difficult for him to pry Rodney's mouth, but the key question was - how many secrets did this guy have from Her Majesty the Queen? “What did he say?” He asked.

Charles replied repeatedly: "Not surprisingly, Rodney's main purpose in this trip was to come towards Miss Faina. The Silver Queen hopes to take advantage of Miss Faina, the father and son of the Duke of Helix, to persecute Miss Faina's sister in order to gain control of the Grand Duke of Flower Leaves. ”

“My sister, she's so smart, she'll never be affected by that vicious woman!” Faina interposed coldly, her fists clenched and she trembled, and Brando patted her thin shoulder gently, "Besides that, how did the Minors come next to the Silver Queen, what exactly was she going to do, besides the Minors, who had the secret powers? ”

“Uh," Charles shrugged, “these Rodney didn't know much, but Her Majesty seemed particularly interested in the Alkash Mountains, and she went east not only to subjugate the military nobles of the northern part of the Empire, but also to open the passage to the Alkash Mountains. ”

She still misses the last battlefield? Brando shuddered for a moment, but he immediately saw the Duke next to him shaking slightly before remembering that there were two main routes to the Alkash Mountains, one in Ludwig and one in the leaf collar.

“Well, what... why is the Queen particularly interested there?” The businesswoman blinked her dark brown eyes and suddenly asked curiously.

Charles dared not be lazy and hastily replied to the question of the fiancée of the lord: "There are many reasons, perhaps related to the secret of the final battlefield, perhaps simply because Her Majesty particularly likes the place, not to mention the strategic position of the Alkash Mountains themselves, in the central area of contact with Fernzan, St. Osor and Cruz, attackable and defensible. ”

“And the Minors who are rumored out there, I would never believe that they came back from the big glacier, as rumored. ”

“Lord, let me ask you this clearly: the Minor next to the Silver Queen is mainly the legacy of a witch, and she mobilizes mountain people. ”

“Mountain people? ”

“It is, to be precise, one of the mountain people, the Seniah one…”

“The werewolf.” Brando took a breath of cold air, and the mountaineers lived in the mountains of Varache, south of the flower leaf collar, but in fact, that was before the last century, because of various reasons, the mountaineers had left their homes and opened branch leaves, like Sy, the mountaineers born in Eruin. The mountaineers themselves have an indescribable relationship with the Minors, which is precisely why they are generally discriminated against in the world. Several more of the mountaineers come from the legacy of the Minors, of whom the Senians are one. Today, like other mountaineers, the Senians have long since left their homeland, settled south of the Cape Bay, in an unknown branch of the Broken Sword Mountains, which is itself the sphere of influence of the Silver Queen, and there is a real possibility that she will find the legacies of these past eras.

“Lord, and this, from the knights, if I remember correctly...”

Charles stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, flattened with a sheet of rock in his palm, and he raised his head to look at Brando with a strange look.

Brando had already squeezed his eyes.

This thing--

Laying flat in the palm of the young wizard's squire, a gray, scissor-like flat sheet of stone, but with no artificial marks on its surface, as if it were a fragment that had been naturally stripped from a giant rock, a fragment that he had not seen for the first time. This is the gray fragment, the first time something similar was found in the remains of Antitina's father; the second, in the remains of Traciman's tomb; and the third, in the remains of a crystal elk.

“Oh, this is...” Roman also opened his mouth and made a slight exclamation.

“Isn't this the fourth one? ”

“This is the fourth one. ”

“What the hell is this, Lord? ”

“It's not quite clear, but...” Brando frowned slightly, and when he put them together when there were more than three of these grey fragments, they resonated clearly, creating something similar to a map, and this time, it should react as well. He gave Charles a hint, the latter's heart collar would send it gently forward, and the stone fragment seemed to have been drawn by some invisible force, standing upright in his hand, it all emitted a faint blue light, slowly flowing towards Brando.

Brando immediately felt the other three pieces of himself restlessly agitated, although they were still in the dimensional hole.

Space then resonated as well.

Nimaisie leaning against the railing seemed to feel something, and she turned around and saw the space between Brando and Charles slightly darkening, as if it had collapsed inward under tremendous traction, with a slight glance: "Is this...? ”

“Lord!” Charles suddenly changed his face and shouted hastily.

“This is…”

It's like a drop of water falling on a calm surface, and right at that moment, Brando felt the presence of a sea of magic in the underwater.

The sky darkened for a moment, over the whole lofty inland sea, from west to east, the sky was rapidly fading, the clouds seemed to be driven from all directions by an invisible force, lightning traveled over the clouds, and the roaring thunder rolled from the sky. At one time, a new storm appeared to have formed over the new sea, and the resonance of the space was becoming more and more apparent. Even the ground shook, and the tiny stone gravel danced with it. The white walls of the lighthouse creaked and cracked open an alarming crack, and Faina shouted and held onto the railing.

“It's getting dark, Brando!” Roman glanced at the sky with some fear, and a giant swirl was forming over Fatan, opening a terrible eye in a thick cloud.

After a cold sweat, Brando slipped down and felt like he was covered in sweat on his forehead, "Take it back!” He roared.

Charles thought or didn't want to, graying the gray tablet suspended in the middle of the sky, it was strange to say, just as soon as he grabbed the gray tablet, all the scenes calmed down: clouds no longer converged, lightning disappeared, thunderbolts gradually went away, the vibrations of space stopped between moments, the sun again emitted a multifaceted glow in the sky, the sea surface no longer raging wind, everything that had happened before seemed like a terrible illusion.

But that huge crack in the lighthouse proved that everything that happened a moment ago actually existed.

It just came and left again.

The direction of the pier was noisy and screaming from time to time came from there: earthquake? Was it an earthquake? But these voices quickly drowned in crying.

Brando, Charles, Fayna, Nimatis and Roman, the five of them stood by the lighthouse, holding the previous motion motionless, as if they were puppets, all of them frightened. After a while, Brando was the first to come back to God, and some of them asked, "Before... what was that? ”

Everyone looked at each other.

“Lord. ”

“You don't have to say it," Brando interrupted his wizard attendant with some dry tongue: “I feel it. ”

“That's...” Charles has a little palpitation.

“It's the tide on the sea of magic...” Brando recalled the terrible feeling of descent before, answering word for word: “No...”

“It's dusk.” The knight's cold, icy voice rang in time, and Brando looked back at her, who was also a little pale, but at least able to remain calm, and she hesitated for a moment before answering with certainty: “It was the Dragon of Dusk, at least for a moment, and I felt a peep from outside the world. But it will never be the devil. I have a feeling it's there.”

Brando was silent, and in fact he also felt that horrible sense of repression, even in the game he'd never felt before.

“Is this the thing that called it in?” Charles looked carefully at the gray tablet in his hand, sweating like he was holding something horrible: “What the hell is this? ”

“I don't think so.” Brando frowned for a moment, recalling in secret the feeling of being spyed on before, and the immense power seemed instantly to break through the barrier between the Sea of Magic and Warnde and descend over the port of Fatan. And yet this passage is not opened by the resonance of these grey debris in their hands, rather than by a summons --

A kind of forced descent.

……

Suburb of Nazer--

A pair of golden, flaming eyes opened slowly in the dark, and the owner of these eyes, hidden beneath the branches, suddenly sat up from the bush and made a fluttering sound. This was the third day of leaving Didu, Sidney subconsciously touched his chest, and this motion pulled the wound, causing her to wrinkle her eyebrows. The statue of the Lady of the Lion's Palace was no longer elegant and obedient at this time of the week, and her face was filled with dust mixed with blood, but okay, at least that thing was still hidden under thick clothes, which made her feel a little more at ease.

She raised her head unconsciously and looked doubtfully in the direction of the coastal area east of Metz.

Why is the Sea of Magic suddenly so volatile?

What resonates with this thing?

The slightest doubt came to her mind.

……