The Amber Sword

“Okay, I see, my lord, you can rest assured, leave me with no questions... what, screw it up, how? I've been following you around for so long, you won't believe me... is that why? No, no, no, no, I would never fight Miss Delphine. Last time it was just an accident. All right, my lord, I get it--”

“It's just as unpopular as Darus-” the young wizard said to herself, lifting the subpoena crystal high, and the sun's brilliance from above the sea shines through the vaulted windows of the tower, reflecting an intoxicating glow. He squinted his eyes slightly - unusually ordinary, but also beautiful moments of purpose, like this tranquil bay, with all the most cherished things in the world, day after day, when people lose it, they turn to regret it.

Every single day, plain and real, will be the most precious memory, and Charles looks at the glittering bay, as if to keep this moment firmly in his heart.

He turned back, behind him was a small space in a tall tower, a desk full of spell scrolls and stars, a corner of the table with a crystal ball, a tiny toy —— a metal disc bound by a breeze, blowing several feathers up and down -- behind the desk was a wooden bed and two rows of bookshelves filled with sheepskin rolls and books, cluttered, distant looking like a garbage pile, while an unmanipulated brush came down on the bookshelf and swept back, constantly driving spiders or some other bug out of the corner, onto the ground, and then crawled away quickly.

There are also several Demon Duncan people standing in the room, the first apprentices who followed him, are now official wizards, the leading ones of whom have even touched the gold threshold. Stepping into gold is the most critical juncture for wizards. After entering the gold field, the wizard's heavens and earth will be a vast sky, and as long as it does not fall unexpectedly, there will be a great chance to get into the world of elements. Unlike the swordsmen who stood outside the strong walls of the elements, many wizards spent their entire lives wandering outside the Golden Gate without success, but many of his students, gifted people, stood out and began to touch this mysterious field one by one.

Charles can almost smell that silly, magical breath in the air, 'offshore' doesn't know exactly what is happening, the tide of magic is rising as if it had no end, Vaughn's air-diffused magic factor has been more than the richest in a thousand years, and since this week, many of the babies born in Port Fatan have shown the blood of their magical gifts, as is said to be the case in Tonigal.

The world lived busily without realizing the changes around itself, and the nobles were busy competing for power and ignoring the most extraordinary changes in Vaughn during the year, only the wizards were most sensitive to them - the stars of Vaughn de Summer had never been so bright in a thousand years, the statues of the gods in the sky were telling mortals what they were saying, yet astrologers were deeply disturbed that the future of divination had fallen into a huge mist due to the changes in the stars caused by the turmoil in the Land of Witches, and the future was hidden under a huge shadow, causing all those who were mindful of it.

“What are you looking at?” Charles gazed at his students.

“No… nothing, my lord.” Demon Duncan and others tried to show seriousness, but the god who wanted to laugh and didn't dare to laugh truly betrayed the thoughts in their hearts. Mr. Charles is Lord Cold Cedar's chief wizard mentor, but also Lord's left and right arm, is friendly, never sets any shelves, and behaves properly in front of the nobility, more like from a pure aristocratic family than Lord, which is what most people ostensibly know about this wizard, but only a few people know such secrets, like the scene of his previous conversation with Lord, which is often performed.

Lord Charles is really eaten to death by the Lord. He is a Lord, not even a good and powerful guy like the Archdeacon is an opponent of the Lord.

This is probably the real idea in the minds of these people.

“You must have smelled it.” Charles was very dissatisfied with the bluntness of his students.

“What do you smell, my lord? ”

“The Taste of War -” Charles slowly taught, pointing at the brains of these fools, scolding: "Didn't I ever tell you, you fools, that a wizard needs a keen heart in order to perceive the dangers and changes around him? The Wizard's game is the pursuit of hunters and prey in the dangerous jungle, and your wisdom determines how far you can go —— while the rest of you can only be a stepping stone to others, the kind of guy who is proud to master two spells, only to be called a liar and a magician. ”

Several students replied with great difficulty: "My lord, we have long been accustomed to the smell of war. We came this way, not to sleep with one eye open that day. If you must ask us if we smell the smell of war, we should have had this awareness since the moment Lord broke open the door of the Cruz people with his sword. ”

Charles looked at his students, and after listening to them, he rarely silenced down. The Devil Duncans thought they were going to wait for another storm. After spending so many days with this wizard, they were already used to each other's personality, but Charles suddenly stopped talking and they were upset: What's the matter, is the master really angry? A few people looked carefully at Charles, but found the latter with a lonely look on his face.

Charles shook his head: “Forget it, I don't understand what I said to you. It's certainly not a happiness for you to just stay stupidly alone, but remember this day. I'm afraid from now on, there will be no more of this sparkling light in the sea, with endless storms and torrential rains. ”

Demon Duncan several people heard a little confused, anxiously asked: "My lord, are you uncomfortable, if it is Lord, if he scolds you, don't take it personally...”

Charles was almost overwhelmed by these idiots, and he waved in disgust: "Shut up and get out of here and tell Miss Delphine I want to see her. ”

“My lord... if you want to fight... Lord just said..."

“Shut up and get out! ”

……

When, when, when.

A rushed bell suddenly rang the entire port of Fatan.

Haruze is practicing magic tricks in the room with Ms. Medusa, who carefully maintain the magic ripples between the two men's magic triangle areas, which is the most common tool used by witches to train magic tricks and the basis for practicing black magic. As one of the few people around this little prince, Les Mecca is one of the few who knows that he has a dark magic gift, while the few who remain are Brando, Princess Griffin, Antittina, and Miss Roman, Princess Griffin has always been worried about her brother's dark magic gift. After all, this gift is at best a bit of a hassle for ordinary people, but for the royal family it means it will be an indescribable secret for life, but Brando persuades her that the power itself depends on the person in whose hands it is held, rather than suppressed in a flavor, than properly guided, especially if His Royal Highness the Little Prince understands the significance of his power in order to be able to treat his power correctly.

And Antitina is one of the few people who can be trusted by Brando who has had a full and systematic magic experience (from the personal instruction of Garlock, the chief court sorcerer of Sifah, after the Battle of Ambethel), and is still his staff, so he did not hide this secret from her from the beginning. In Tonigal, in fact, Antitina often acted as a teacher for the little prince. As for Charles, it is only for the same reason that Charles, as a witch archdeacon of gold proximity, is obviously not well suited to teach such a beginner as the little prince, and besides, there are many students beside him, this secret is not suitable for his sorcerer tower.

Of the few, only Les Mecca was an accident, but this well-intentioned woman served the little prince day and night. It was too easy to get some secrets from the simple little prince, so after threatening the woman, Brando simply threw away the task of teaching the little prince to practice black magic. At least this woman is intelligent and cautious, and this job of keeping secrets is just right for her, not to mention that Brando hasn't found anything out of her so far.

As this magic exercise progressed to the third stage, a slight fluctuation suddenly appeared, and the magic ripples between the two disappeared instantly into the invisible. Haruze was a little blushed and hurried to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm distracted. ”

Les Mecca listened to the impatient bell coming from outside and smiled slightly, “It's okay, don't worry, if you want to go out and take a look, just keep practicing later. ”

Haruze nodded so hard that he had already been disturbed by the bell. Although he had listened well, he was still a child and was curious to go out and see what had happened.

Ms. Medusa glanced at the little one and rushed out the door, then raised her head and glanced out with her pristine pupils.

“The variation of the sea has affected the ground world, I don't know how much time there is left...” She looks at the panicked scene of the whole city outside the window, the panicked crowd on the street, muttering to herself. She lowered her head and did not know when she had added a sparkling gem, which sparkled like a bright green glow.

Just moments later, Les Mecca closed her palms and put the gem in her palm, as if it had existed in the room for a moment, before returning to darkness.

She sighed in the shadows.

“The tip of the ashes, Eatonheim, I am Tiamat...”

Haruze ran out of a long walkway and before walking out the door, he first saw a young lady running out the door with her dress in the other direction. He couldn't help but stare and shout: “Miss Roman!” The businesswoman seemed to have jumped a great deal. She glanced at the thief's heart for a moment before turning back to see this little spot. Then she raised her eyebrows and said: “Haruze, how did you get out! ”

“I…” Haluserton said, forgetting to mention that the other party did not honor him as His Royal Highness: “Ms. Lesmecca agreed to come out with me--”

For security reasons, Brando did not place the little prince in the Baron's castle, but rather found a place in Port Fatan for him to stay with Les Meccas, while the witches lived together, so that in the unlikely event of anything, Barbasa, the sugar can and the white mist could protect the prince from the worst.

But before he could finish his speech, Roman grabbed his arm and pulled it over. The businesswoman drew a threatening move on him with her teeth dancing claws, while putting her fingers on her lips and making a silent move: “Shh, don't make a scene, White Mist. She's at work. You know! Don't interrupt people's work, Brando said. It's basic courtesy, okay? ”

Haruze instinctively felt something wrong, but he could not say anything wrong with his character, and Zhiwu did not know how to answer well.

“Miss Roman, what's going on out there?” He asked with complacency.

“I don't know, the prime minister's thousand gold seems to be gathering the bishops of the city, I don't know what she wants to do," Roman said as he dragged the little prince out the door: “Anyway, let's not stay here for now, do you want to know what happened? ”

His Royal Highness nodded very passively, although he deeply suspected that even if he did not nod, the teacher's fiancée would pretend to be invisible.

“Well, I'll show you, and you'll remember to say more good things about me in front of Brando.” Roman hastily added quite cleverly.

Haruze had no idea what to do with the dialogue outside the situation, but as soon as he was dragged out of the door, he saw some movement in the direction of the port. "Miss Roman, look over there. ”

“Huh?”

Roman was slightly stunned. Sister Merchant naturally didn't happen unexpectedly. Even if the sky fell, there was a tall man standing over her. A little man like her, don't worry at all. However, being forced by the white fog to handle the relationship between witches in this place, she was already about to collapse. She felt her head seemed to be a lap bigger than usual, so she could easily grasp the opportunity to run out and naturally grasp the time to breathe free air.

But after hearing Haruze shout, she raised her head and saw the entire fleet of Valhalla moving in the airport of the port of Fatan, a silver battleship sailing out of the sea, leaving the berth and sailing into the airspace outside the port to begin queuing.

“Eh,” she said softly, “is war about to start? ”

……