The Amber Sword

Twilight bells rang long over the city of Naberius, echoing in the empty twilight, far and near, and the sunset reflected an orange red light on the dome of the Floating Golden Palace through the fiery evening summer.

A team of gold helmets forbid shifts on a ramp outside the palace wall, sending a neat and uniform message from the knight of the instrument, hustle and bustle across the copper-plated treetops and even into the inner courtyard. In the Winter Solstice Palace, Pope Petian III hastily finished his dinner - half a carefully cooked roasted lamb, a silver sea mackerel, and delicate pastries were served on a snow-white porcelain plate, prepared with basil leaves accompanied by the snow leaves of St. Osor, topped with sauce and black pepper, crunchy meat and full of colour, but the diner himself had no appetite, and after light tasting he put down the silver knife and fork and wiped his lips with an embroidered silk square, before ordering the waiter to arrange a carriage for himself to go to the Chateau of Trigold.

The privilege of the Fain Church is unified. Although private aristocracy still creates enmity with the Temple because of the unequal distribution of interests, from secular power, secular laurels and sacred sceptres are gathered in the hands of one person. As a result, the Pope's creation is often not hereditary, usually from eight cardinal bishops. After the departure of the previous generation of the Pope, who was named a saint and lived in the Chapel of Trijin, without questioning secular power, he was still the spiritual leader of the Church of the Holy See. Thus, for centuries, this notoriety also possessed the power of Novi, and today His Holiness, although he can be sacred and dictatorial, remains essentially bound by it.

It is precisely from these days that Petian III has been disturbed. He sat in the carriage and looked far away at the shadow of the vault of the Church of Cui Jin, as if a giant beast were in his heart and the tiger gazed at him, making him unstable. His predecessor, Pope Acebantu XI, was his mentor on the way to the Holy Land, cultivating his place to this day. Teacher-student relations, though harmonious, have always kept a throne apart. Peetian knew that this was their status, and successive Popes were no different than this. But there have been some anomalies lately. He has always advocated jihad against the Krutz of the South. Acebantu XI has always been clear about his thoughts. Now Krutz does not fight himself. The Mad Queen dared to restore the Dark Dynasty. This was a great opportunity for him to make his master Krutz in his rightful name. He even contacted the emissaries of the Fine Spirits and the Knights of Greyhews, accumulated armies and grass on the border, prepared to make a grand map, so that he could leave a great deal of money in history. At this time, a decree of military abandonment turned his expectations into a bubble. This decree came from this Chapel of Treasures in front of him ——

Not necessarily once in a hundred years, the last time it happened was in the era of the Limado Church, when Gloria I used the power of the Order to dismiss the incumbent Pope. This association made Peetian III look gloomy and gloomy, watching the seven-foot tall portrait of the Golden Palace door slowly open in the hands of the guards on both sides, not knowing what thoughts were spinning in his head. His deeper anxiety stemmed from the reaction of the bishops and the Order of Cavaliers, who did not seem to react as violently as he had anticipated to the barbaric royal decree at the moment. There was a mirrored surface within the Empire, and there was no stirring at all. He knew that the old man behind the palace gate must have used some unknown force to subjugate all parties to it with humility.

As a superior, he was not able to tolerate power beyond his grasp, especially as it exceeded his expectations.

Passing through the corridor accompanied by the attendant, Petian III stopped in front of a dark walnut door, then he raised his hand to the left and right, while stopping the announcement by the attendant. Faced with this walnut door, the supreme dictator found a slight hesitation in his heart. But the hesitation was as light and powerless as a spider's silk. His Holiness broke free of the constraints as he earned and put the elongated palm on the door handle, pushing the door in.

Acebantu XI has loved to light a fireplace in his study since his age, sitting on a short chair, reading the classics and volumes of those churches all day long. Although Peetian very much doubts how much of this is true, there is more or less envy in his heart. Since he took possession of secular power, he has inevitably alienated that sacred will - ‘The Holy See is no better than the Bitter Brother’ - a proverb that is by no means a rumor.

The warm breath poured over his cheeks, causing him to squeeze his eyes, and the fire in the fireplace seemed to flow through the open doors, like the warmth of the flow, passing through the ends of his golden shoes and robe.

Asebantu XI was not the only person in the house, besides a forty year-old service, there was also an old man with white glasses, who Petian III recognized at first sight, the famous literary man in the temple. Acebantu XI is still wearing a simple robe today, but rarely has a hat and looks quite serious. He sat across the street with a woman, Tiberan III was somewhat unexpected, he couldn't help but look at this woman more, but he looked again and couldn't move his gaze - this woman had a long, dry brown hair and sparkling pair of eyes as if they were emeralds embedded in a mountain stone, because her skin looked extremely dry, pale and lacking shine, her cheekbones shrugged, as if it were a steep rock, her lips were pristine and her lips seemed to be carved out of it, so that one could see that this woman had an extremely firm personality.

Only one woman in the world has this face, and only one woman has a thousand years of life, "Sincerely said Tiberian. ”

Acebantu XI looked at his students with a smile, while holding onto the book in his hand, a teachings expounding the early teachings of the diocese, recording that its people had slept beneath the earth some three or four hundred years earlier, although after their death they had been hunted down as saints. He waved his hand, indicating that Pei An did not have to be polite, as if he had already foreseen that he would come: "Are you here today, Your Holiness, with many problems? ”

Things had gone beyond Tiberan's control, and the incumbent Pope gave a little thought and nodded seriously.

“Let me answer you," said the wise man Ellanta, sounding unexpectedly soft and pleasant, not at all like her face: “I asked His Excellency Asebantu for the paper decree. ”

“Why?” Tiberan III asks.

“Because I hope that Finzan will not take part in this war, Your Holiness. ”

“Why?” Tiberan remains a problem.

Acebantu XI smiled and took the floor: "Your Holiness, for half a century there have been disturbances in the Holy See and strife over old and new doctrines, which you have witnessed for no other reason than to discuss a question of justice or not. The root cause of this problem is the war of 60 years ago, behind which we saw so much that we began to question the very essence of our standing, what do you think of that? ”

Tiberan did not answer, but looked at Ellanta.

“History is right and wrong, and I cannot give you the answer, Your Holiness.” Ellanta replied calmly: “I am a relative, but neither I, Jill, St. Osor, nor your predecessor, Jun Fernzan, can answer this question. Odin thinks he is wrong, but it can only represent his opinion of himself - nor can he judge history and all that has gone on, and no one can judge ourselves correctly at some stage in our history, let alone countless precedents before him - and many people are involved in it, and anyone in this history, whether they are relatives or bystanders, can only observe a fragment of it, so we can only witness it with our own experience. I've lived a thousand years to see that with my own eyes."

Tiberan III frowned. “But do you think the Queen of the Cruz chose the right one? ”

Ellanta shook her head. “No, it's precisely because we can't confirm our own right and wrong that I want to look at another path in history. You know that prophecy: the lost moon has taken away the light, the light has lost, the silver generation has lost its ground, trembling in darkness and obscurity, the coincidence of the emperor and the fool, the rusty hair is being restored, the sword that changes destiny - it is this sword that Warnde waits for to change destiny. ”

“Do you believe in the prophecy of darkness, My Lord Wise?” Tiberan III asks the question: “Will all be born out of darkness? ”

“This is exactly what the Minors did not want to abandon, Your Holiness,” replied the wise: "This is the age of black iron, the age of heroes, when Martha put power in the hands of mortals, believing that heroes will be born in mortals, but in the eyes of the ethnicity of gold and silver - how can a weak people save our world? Besides, there's that piece that's lost in the dark forest, and everything seems to be a warning to civilization that this is the wrong path. The future generations of the Tianqing knights continued to argue over it, and the fire of civilization was receding, even unsustainable. The Dark Dragon Odin made a choice to save it all. Today will be the moment for it to show its results. ”

Ellanta looked at Tiberan III and replied: "The millennium of history seems to be back in a circle, but this cannot necessarily be the beginning and the beginning of it all. I will witness the last of it, as promised with Odin, but in any case I wish to preserve a spark for civilization and not to pour all power into just one answer. So I hope that the Finns will be able to move away from this dusty stage, because there is a more important war that requires your strength. ”

Tiberan raised his head slightly: "Master Sage, do you mean? ”

As Ellanta raised her head, the emerald gaze seemed to penetrate the palace walls of Cui Jin Hall, in the direction she looked away, across vast hills and plains, under the flaming clouds and summers, the waves of the Cui Hai washed tirelessly over the shores of white rock for thousands of years, this vast land, known as the Alliance of the Ten Cities, took root here. About five hundred and thirty years ago, mercenaries and businessmen from the Iniel and Matheson regions came here, spending 100 years building the first city here, and in the next half century, an emerging kingdom was founded, with its people including humans, mountaineers, and elves and dwarves, where the teachings of the Holy See are widely spread, but nature's beliefs are not excluded.

This is a land of freedom, where money meets the sound of a sword all year round.

But today, beneath White City, fishermen sailing suddenly stopped their livelihoods, sailors were cleaning their nets and cables, some climbing onto masts, some drunk just walking up the deck from the cabin, some sailing, some anchoring by the winch, but they stopped without exception and looked back in the direction of the sea line.

The turret on the city wall is sounding a warning cannon, a team of guards flocked to the city platform, the sea surface was washed like a wave, and the sea sky seemed to be calm.

But just for a moment, a dense black dot appeared in that direction ——

Landgrass draped a suit of armor and rushed over the city wall, clutching him to the edge of the city, he raised his hand to stop the noisy noise of the seven mouths around him, then raised a single telescope in his hand —— reflected in a white triangle sail that nearly swayed his eyes, he cursed with a low voice, moving his field of view down, the silver oak crest on the sail gleaming in the sun, and then down, he saw the elegant white hull of the elves.

“Wild Pokémon's Fleet -”

Randall took a sip and put the binoculars down. “At least 300 ships, this army of 30,000, is Ellanta crazy? ”

In his mouth, El Lanta, referring to nature is the kingdom of the wild elf. He looked again and was convinced that he had not hallucinated. At this time, the alarm bell had been ringing in White City. The boat outside began to fish through the harbor. Rand looked in the direction of the harbor and estimated that the harbor would have to be sealed in about half an hour. He turned around, he was just a small leader, he couldn't get any ideas on the matter, he gave the binoculars to his deputy, and he said to a squire, “You go to the Faraway Eagle and the Lord of the City and tell them to come up with an idea. If the elves are serious, White City can't hold it, we have to get backup from other states immediately ——”

After looking at him in panic, he shook his brass token and fell and ran.

“Look at that boat -” a sudden shout from the direction pointing to the sea.

Rand turned around and saw a light boat coming out of the wild elf fleet and approaching White City at an extremely fast pace.

“is the messenger. ”

“They sent messengers out. ”

“What do the elves want? ”

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(PS: It's the beginning of a new month, let's try harder ~)