The Amber Sword

The Krutz, of course, the Krutz southern aristocracy headed by Count Olkons, who, since their arrival in Port Fatan, have been the rule at first, about knowing that they have been tied to the same boat as Brando, that the army of Jogentigaung and the Lions in the south could invade the Changqing walkway at any moment, but at this time it is not the fleet of the Eruins that is not holding on to it, is not it suicidal?

Combined with the news of the civil war in the Banker region, the Queen split the temple and suddenly boasted of herself as the heir of the Dragon of Darkness, making them feel uncomfortable. The deep-rooted faith for a thousand years has collapsed, something like this is unacceptable to anyone. At first, therefore, Count Olkons and others were quite enemies, honestly restraining the junior officials in Port Fatan, while actively contacting the northern aristocracy in an attempt to find an alliance to resist the insane Queen.

But as the battle switched sharply, the nobility east of Metz could not resist the queen's march. The battle was defeated in a row. As if almost instantaneously, the army of the new temple had reached the door of Ludwig. Although it had not dealt with the Black Legion, it had gained a great advantage in the situation. Coupled with Veronica's house arrest, the Green Legion was unable to respond to the ‘uprising’ of the northern nobles, so quickly on the Fatan line that noble soldiers who had fallen from the front line were often seen.

Various versions of rumours were also circulated, first the nobility of Cloak Bay fell down, then Her Majesty suddenly appeared several strange armies. Today the Senior werewolf invaded Fort Mother Habie, tomorrow the mountaineers swore allegiance, and more rumours that even the Tianqing gun was in the hands of Her Majesty, signs that the empire emperor was gaining strength at a visible speed, as if it were still the silver queen of the lonely widow at the beginning, between the eyes had occupied a third of the power of the empire.

At this time, the new temple is no longer negligible - even a suffocating giant.

In this way, the positions of the less determined southern nobles immediately began to shake, but the shake began to circulate only in the lower layers until the sudden banners of the Lions and the army of Jogentigaung struck them with a deadly blow. In fact, Count Alcons and others have little real feelings about the civil war in the North. With Brando's tight blockade of the port, almost all of the first-hand information they receive comes from rumours, which, while alarming, can hardly be said about how much real it feels.

Yet these aristocrats are deeply entrenched in their fear of the Lions of the South and of the Jogentigan army - especially the Jogentigan army - who witnessed first-hand how that army destroyed their homes, drove them out of their land, exiled them like refugees, and even had to send fences.

If Jorgendigan's army hadn't threatened the eastern passage at all times, why would they have to stay here?

But now that the Lions and Underground Lords have made their positions clear, the situation becomes a little more delicate. Who is the Dark Dragon? She is not only the Minor Emperor a thousand years ago, she is also the Silver Queen, the Cruz, the aristocrats care about faith, but ultimately the identity of the citizens of their empire, which is the guarantee of their status, the source of pride, while preserving their lives is of primary importance, but also the status and power they seek.

Until then, the two options were incompatible between fish and bear palms, but as the situation changed, the nobles fleeing the South suddenly discovered that the answers to the two options seemed to be gradually converging.

What if you want to keep your life and your position?

At least for the moment, surrender to Her Majesty the Queen is the only possibility, and in any case she is at least the emperor of the Krutz, who, although dividing the temple, barely counts as orthodox. So the subtle changes in the minds of these fleeing aristocrats, including even Count Olkons, began gradually to surrender. At this moment, Brando's disadvantage as an Eruin was particularly pronounced, before he could claim the nobility in the name of faith, that the Temple of Fire was a religion that spanned the country and was deeply rooted for thousands of years, and that the Eruins and the Cruz, despite their enormous differences, had at least one thing in common.

That is that they share the same faith.

In the name of religion, it is often possible to ignore national differences.

But this argument soon becomes untenable, because after the threat to life disappears, the Protestantism established by the Silver Queen does not seem so unacceptable. The difficult choice in this war has quietly turned into whether to innovate or keep the old, and people seem to have inadvertently avoided the identity of the Dark Dragon about the Silver Queen.

In fact, without Frodo's words, Brando is also well aware that the situation at hand is ultimately due to the lack of orthodoxy in the northern aristocracy. After all, the Silver Queen, regardless of her identity, was at least the Emperor of the Empire - she did not betray the Empire despite the division of the Temple - simply put it simply, the woman intentionally placed the monarchy above the right to teach. Although this practice is somewhat ambiguous, it is not unacceptable for the aristocracy, and I am afraid that no one is willing to go along with the Queen on this issue, except for the death and loyalty of those temples in flames, especially when her life is in danger.

Northern aristocrats stand opposite Her Majesty because they are supporters of the Crown Prince, but the exiled aristocrats of the South do not have this concern. Even if some of these temples are loyal, they are now divided into two parts. Who are you loyal to?

So the war was not based on a position of justice and evil, light and darkness, it was just a front. It was a civil war, and Brando had always understood that. Although he had ignored Count Alcons for a long time, it was time for those imperial nobles to react.

It was time to give them the next dose of the potion, Brando thought, he listened quietly to Flo's statement, but the Wild Elf Girl was actually about the same as he imagined - at least not as unexpected as the witch's civil unrest, even he felt that these southern aristocrats were a little too slow, perhaps frightened by the Jorgendigans or something, and they should have been making a scene long before he thought.

But he wasn't worried. When Flo finished, he didn't panic and ask, "So what are they doing now? ”

The wild elf girl was slightly stunned and couldn't help but frown. In her view, the situation at hand was caused entirely by the negligence of the lord in front of her. Since those days, Brando has neither strictly controlled the news nor prevented those aristocrats who fled the front from entering the port - just forbidding them from leaving again - nor has he been restrained, or even said to have acted at all, from sending a messenger to contact the northern aristocracy, in addition to maintaining the normal operation of the port. The rest is to study the useless stone all day long.

With that in mind, Flo raised his mind that he hated iron and steel. He felt that the lord in front of him had been idle all day since the establishment of Cold Cedar Leader. Although the other Eruin had accomplished a lot of work, it seemed to her that it was just luck, or that he had the patience of Antitina and Miss Roman. Otherwise, the question remained whether the territory could function properly. I thought that after he became the Count of the Kingdom, he would also be the head of this mission, a little more convergent. I didn't expect it to be this way, nothing but push things to his hands. Such a lord, I'm afraid, even she did well.

And he was also a brigade magician, their actual master, which was a hundred and eighty thousand miles from her master, and Flo couldn't help but grunt, “What more can they do? The fleet is hanging over their heads. Can those scumbags still rebel? Of course, it is noisy to see the Lord. I'm sure that in their view, only the Lord has the best chance of speaking to you. ”

Brando shook his head with a bitter smile when he heard the resentment of the young girl, but the weakness and incompetence of the southern aristocracy surprised him a little. He thought they would at least be tougher. I didn't think Count Olkons was just going to ‘negotiate’ with him.

“Now that they're negotiating," Brando grinned, “that's what they wanted. ”

He looked up and said, "Where are they? ”

“Just outside, they elected several delegates, hoping to negotiate with you.” Froeboard answered face-to-face.

“Negotiation?” Brando said with some laughter: “How are they going to play it? What do they want to talk about? ”

"According to them, since the army of Jorgendigan and the Lions has surrendered to the Empire, the rest is the civil war of the Empire, and the adults are no longer in a position to continue to intervene, they suggest that the fleet be sent back to Eruin - of course, you can continue as an emissary to Didu. ”

“Oh? What about the Silver Queen calling herself the Dragon of Darkness?” Brando asked deliberately.

The Wild Elf Girl looked a little strange and could tell that she was not showing too much disrespect. "They said it was ridiculous and could be rumours. ”

“Oh,” Brando couldn't help laughing: “What a rumor. ”

He paused and knocked on the table: “In that case, let them come in and see me. ”

“Ok -” Flo came out of his mouth and held on, looking up at his lord: “Lord, what did you just say? ”

“Am I not clear enough? Let them come in and meet me! ”

“But…”

Girl Wild Pokémon would love to say, but aren't you always gone? In fact, this was the source of her previous anger, and it was not the first day that the nobles of the South had shaken their minds. In fact, they had hoped to negotiate with Brando more than once long ago, but Brando had never heeded it or even lazy to restrain them, leaving them free, in the name of not causing too much disturbance in the port of Fatan.

She thought it should be the same way today, but did not expect her lord, who was free to do so, to suddenly come to see them again. In fact, in Flo's view, the best way to see what these people have to say is to capture the worst of them, kill the monkeys, and to the extent that these people are cowardly, they will never be able to turn over any waves. With that in mind, she couldn't help but look at the lord in front of her.

Brando waved, “It's nothing, but go get the guest who arrived at the castle yesterday. ”

The guest? Frou slightly stunned and remembered the man, who seemed to be from the northern Ludwig region, barely visible from his appearance to be a Krutz, but he had a strong Finn Zan lineage, in short, a hybrid. When he arrived at the castle, he claimed to be a messenger of the Black Legion, dressed in a thick cloak, covering his face for the most part, a figure he did not dare to see, but Flo remembered that his lord had treated each other very carefully at the time.

She was not a gossip woman, and when Brando told her to do so, she nodded silently and was ready to turn around and leave, but Brando called her again.

“Wait,” Brando said. "I didn't just call you in here to deal with the nobles. ”

“What do you mean?” The wild elf girl turned around and asked.

Brando knocked on his forehead as if he'd thought for a moment and said, "Exactly, two things together. You let him contact Charles and tell him to come to me right away. Can you find him now? Tell him I want to see Antina, now, right now. ”

Frommer took a look.

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Cold cedar collar, Valhalla fortress...

“Miss Poetry, Your Royal Highness. ”

Antitina watched the Empire's prince and scholar lady come out of the lobby, got up for a week, and the eldest prince followed the young men of the Knights of the Folds, who had been under house arrest a few months earlier, more than a dozen people in a row, all fully armed, looking like pillows were waiting. These young noble descendants of the Cruz generation, after months of abrasion, seem much more stable, but perhaps also because they are accustomed to waiting in Valhalla, for the lords of a small place, the proud young people of these empires do not have to give in, but with a fantastic lord like Brando, like Valhalla, they do not necessarily see themselves as the counts of an Eruin in the district.

In fact, after months of coexistence, they have at least roughly figured out the power that Brando has, even on the face of it, enough to make a serious case, that even the rather powerful Earls of Power in the Empire may not necessarily catch up with such a ‘little Earl of Eluin’. Together, they respect Brando's deputy —— or the staff, Antina.

But that is all, even in front of the true royal family of Eruin, it is difficult to show such respect. After all, that is just the royal family of a small kingdom, a small country like Eruin, many of which are imperial kingdoms on the border of the empire.

Prince Leonard himself, still a few months ago, appeared somewhat silent, seldom spoke to outsiders. For Antitina's courtesy, he just slightly nodded his head. He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about any difficulty anytime, anywhere, and the glittering glow in his eyes taught people not to touch it. He didn't speak, and the scholarly lady next to him, Poetry, had spoken for him: "Miss Antittina, what's so important that you suddenly come to us? Has the situation in the Empire changed again? ”

Antitina silently gauged the Krutz and nodded: “There have been some changes, but this is not the main purpose of today. ”

She paused slightly: “General Mangrove has contacted my lord. ”

“Oh?”

The phrase seemed to ignite the wildness in Leonard's heart, but the eldest son raised his head and his slightly deeper eyes lit up.

It's time to...

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