The Amber Sword

Recently, Sy often dreamed of this fractured dream, in a tall and empty Gothic temple, the broken columns of the arch and beam corridor were like white bones that emerged in the dark, huge rose windows hanging over her head, soft leads shooting into the sun, turning purple quartz and sapphire into a blend of colors, forming a dark and mysterious glow, infiltrating the darkness.

She was anchored to an icy altar with her hands and feet tied tightly, a strange dagger in her chest and blood. The power of life gradually passed away, and people admired it in the empty temple, but no matter how scared she screamed, people ignored it.

Only one woman kept chatting around her, and the other was in a dark shadow, preventing her from seeing her face clearly and from hearing what she was saying.

After a while, the woman suddenly walked up and opened her eyes.

She shouted and found herself sitting in a cold sweat from the bed, the scenes surrounding the strange scene had long faded away, the sculpted columns of the bed and the light gauze quietly blended into the darkness, and not far from the maple desk there was a hint of crystal ornament - still her sleeping room, the moonlight gently faded out of the window.

The ponytail had spread out long ago, and the red hair glued to his face, and the sweat soaked the quilt and it was cold.

Cecil stayed for a moment, holding herself helplessly, and Cesar trembled.

“You had another nightmare.” Ovina appeared human and asked with concern.

“ …… ”

“Or that dream? ”

Sy nodded.

“It's hard for you, I'm sure you haven't been able to breathe in the last few days. ”

“That dream...”

Ovina shook her head gently, lowered her back to open Sy's arms, and stared into her eyes to comfort her: “The witches think that dreams are mirrors that map reality, so there is an argument that dreams are the opposite of reality. This dream means that your lord must come to save you soon. ”

Sy raised her head and picked her eyes full of serious questions, like, "Really?

Ovina couldn't help laughing and reached out and scratched her nose: "Of course it's true. Have I ever lied to you? ”

Sy looked at her with great suspicion.

Ovina rarely blushes and sighs: “Okay, well, last time we lied about your cake, let's not talk about it, it was just an accident, you little human girl. ”

“Because… is important.” Sy said in a very small voice.

“This is important to you, I understand, but do you still believe in your lord? ”

Syd nodded without hesitation.

Ovina couldn't bear to see her like this. “What a lucky guy.” She sighed indistinctly.

“Now that you're sure your lord will come to your rescue, what are you worried about? ”

“I fear… Lord. ”

“Silly child,” Owena patted her shoulder with a soft heart: “Now you're worried about someone else, you put a hundred hearts into it, the guy will be fine. ”

Seems to have accepted Ovina's comfort, and Sy finally calmed down.

“Ovina, what time is it?” She asked, feeling that she had been asleep for quite some time and dizzy.

“Cheer up,” Ovina replied. “It's dawn, Sy. ”

……

The carriage creaked and swayed, unable to retreat with both sides of the caravan was the autumn view of the outskirts of Bankel, the brilliant gold immersed in a glimpse of the earth, the horizon dotted with farmhouses and windmills, the clouds piled into the shape of mountain rivers, the wind pushed it slowly. The cruz leaves, pulled out by the road, sand, and the sun shined between the trees in a flash of autumn.

But the people in the carriage were not in the mood to admire this rare sight.

This used caravan is inevitably swinging from left to right as it travels, as if it were breaking apart at any moment, dark inside the caravan, and the light from the star dots coming through the holes in the caravan, falling on the faces of Brando and others of various colors.

“Who exactly bought this carriage...? ”

Faina's face was white and she finally asked the question intolerably. Before she could finish, she couldn't help but cover her mouth, her chest twisted for a while and she almost threw up again with a white eye. But there was only acid water left in my stomach, and I threw up all the beef stew and trout I had last night for breakfast along the way.

Others are a little better, but I can't bear to see the look of this young lady with some relatives.

“Chipamila...” Brando's face is also a little ugly. Although he is far too ordinary, this carriage is a bit excessive. The key is that to date he has seen at least three rivets happily jump off the poles of the caravan. The whole carriage stings like a demon, and nothing rings. Only heaven knows when it will break apart.

There is still a short distance to Rusta, the capital of the Empire, and without the carriage, they will have to walk at least a full day, but it is after noon and the nearest hotel is more than twenty miles away.

“Sorry…”

The sacrificial lady was very embarrassed in front of all eyes. “Because... cheap, goddess... the adult teaches us..."

“It's a good thing to be diligent," Brando sighed. “But you've fallen for it. Where is this used car? This car is about to be scrapped! And those two horses, Martha, go on, I can't even let them keep pulling the car, if there's an animal protection association... Okay, I mean Druids, if those guys want to see me, I'm afraid they're in trouble. ”

“There's nothing to worry about with a bunch of guys playing turf," Andrig replied uncomfortably. "If they come, I'll kill them. ”

Brando glanced at her, and the strength of the vampire sisters had only just returned to the appearance of the elements, and she didn't know where the breath came from.

“I'm sorry. ”

Sipamira apologized sincerely.

But not everyone's eyebrows are locked, at least beside the vampire princess, Medfis' attention is completely focused on that ray of sunshine through the canopy, the spots on his shiny nostrils, like faint freckles, vampire teenagers more beautiful than girls are gathering to count how many holes, heartless, silent in their mouths do not know whether to count to 71 or 72.

And on the other hand, Brando saw Roman smiling very happily.

About noticing Brando frowned and looked at him, the businesswoman answered in a vain and angry manner: "Psst... Brando, if you'd let me out earlier... Psst... it wouldn't be so much trouble... my stomach, hahahaha, this car is actually super interesting, wouldn't it? ”

“Ouch...!” Before she finished, Brando pinched her face.

Brando frowned and looked at the lucky guy, this guy snuck off the boat again, without looking for her to settle the bill, but now he dared to hit the gunpoint, it was a self-destructive road.

“Ouch,” Roman crooked his body and the tear beads were falling: “Bu... Brando, I was wrong! ”

“What's wrong with that? ”

“It shouldn't be super fun to say at a very serious time, as a businessman you should have a minimum ability to observe colour - woooo! Yes… you should not sneak off the ship. ”

Brando couldn't help but glance at her coldly before letting go, although he knew very well in his heart the simple intentions of the other person - to stay with him despite the danger. He was moved, and yet this unorganized and disciplined way of acting was too lawless - and it was not the first time that it had been repeatedly taught.

After Roman broke off his claws, he hurried to the back of Metisa like an astonished rabbit, frowning and staring at him, looking very unhappy.

Metisa smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, Lord, this wagon, Mr. Charles, is magically holding up to the outskirts of Rusta. Miss Roman was left behind by Ms. Misserille, and this time it was not entirely her fault. ”

Brando frowned and Ms. Silver Dragon finally left the convoy two days ago, before she offered to let Roman stay, but he didn't agree. Because masquerading as a merchant team requires someone who really knows how to do it, but he knows that this masquerade is not really meant to fool the Silver Queen, it's just to make the journey a little less troublesome. Besides, Delphine also runs the business of the Nederweyne family, which is perfectly understandable.

But he always thought Mithril meant something else, otherwise she wouldn't have laughed at the time.

Now, the Silver Dragon lady may have known that Roman was hiding in the motorcade by witchcraft, but she might have helped.

Brando can't figure out exactly why they're doing this.

“However, it now seems that at least some of Ms. Misserille's suggestions are justified.” Charles suddenly smiled and unraveled the merchant lady.

Opposite him, Imperial Chancellor Kim Delphine's face was slightly reddish without a trace, but he did not refute it, simply silently turning away. She's run the family's business, but that's actually just setting the direction and defining the strategic intentions, and as for the end of the branches below, someone who can help her do it.

A few days ago, she vowed to tell Brando that she was perfectly capable of this position, and in fact?

As a result, Delphine inexorably found herself in the booming market of Eleven Ye Cheng, simply blinding her eyes about how to buy a used carriage. She knew the price of bulk goods around the lofty Inland Sea this autumn and summer, the future direction, every cumbersome detail of the charcoal in Cloak Bay from burning, storing, transporting to sales, knowing when to accumulate what goods, knowing how to deal with the most powerful traders in the Empire.

But she didn't know how to bargain with a skinny, second-hand dealer who looked a little like a monkey.

In fact, she offended each other in two sentences, and eventually Shipamira came back with a stiff scalp and bought a ‘used carriage' for a lot of money.

That is, at the moment, the old car--

Who can blame Brando for shaking his head when Faina was still lying there nauseated and in an awkward situation? Hippamilla had done well enough. Before she was summoned to become a card, she was just a young girl. Most of the sacrifices of the goddess of the earth were brothers of purity and hardship, and most likely she had never left the temple before.

He lowered his head and refocused his attention on the metal fragments in his hand.

These fragments were originally part of the Blade of Fire, and over these days, with Sidney's help, he has gradually been able to feel their response to the soul of Odyphus in his body, seemingly reactivating the Blade of Fire, as they say - but only for a matter of time. But as Odyphus' soul became more and more awake, there was one thing that made him feel a little strange.

While awakening the soul of Odyphus, he felt himself constantly touching two other laws in the realm of elements: a burning run, as if it were a gushing fire, and a deep despair, as if it were the darkness of an abyss.

He did not know if it was an illusion, but the two laws quietly lifted the power and boundaries of his Lord's Law, but for two weeks he felt that he had implicitly touched the truth on the side of the truth - a fact that a realm had reached its peak. This fact frightened him not so much that, in his memory, the situation of the elements could almost only be elevated in a step-by-step fashion, in which experience was transformed into the power of order, and the task of elevating the level could only be done continuously, thus finding opportunities for advancement.

And for Aboriginal people, it's more sad, usually only through the rule of enlightenment, that it's common to be stuck in a realm for decades, like Veronica and Mayfist.

At least Brando never heard of any external force that could help raise the boundaries of the elements.

He was not sure if it was an illusion, or if he was afraid to tell Sidney the secret for a moment because the other half of Sophie's soul was different from the world, and could only wait to prove it.

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