The Amber Sword

When the battle at Cold Dew Hills came to an end, the anxiety and chaos beneath Rusta's night was spreading. In December, heads were hovering over the square, and the statue of the Duke of Durot stood in the centre of the square, sitting on his dragon ‘lonely fire', with a long sword in his hand and a long sword 'azaleas’ pointing straight ahead.

Under the indifferent gaze of this Massacre Knight Stone, all the ambitious and conspirators in Rusta's night are moving silly, as if a grand performance was opening with a speech, just waiting for the curtain to open slowly.

As if annotations were made for this purpose, it was pronounced in the distance that the thunderous voice was like two files, as if the metal sharp sounded in the ear:

“The noble master will surely return to the world and save all that is unclean! ”

In the poem of the heavens, in the epic depiction of a hero, Eloma, the angel with the sword, slaughtered the evil god Frederick, and then returned with the Dusk Regiment. After it fell, blood bled into the lake. Twelve centuries later, someone recovered her side of the shield from the lake, and Gilt, the king of flames, built the city in the name of it - in the Cruz language system, Rusta represents the symbol of holiness, justice and victory.

The Secrets claimed that the empire was brutal and that, in a thousand years' time, Eroma would return to the land and sanction Her Majesty the Evil Queen.

This rumor of hidden ends is baseless, but it is widely spread under the Queen's rule. People believe it as if they were hypnotizing themselves.

Setti mixed in the crowd, the dry and hot breath flowed from all sides, mixed with the smell of sweat and faeces, her hair wet against the pale cheeks, but the young girl suddenly didn't realize it and looked at the center of the square without blinking.

Among the crowd, the Secret Church dressed in a thick, airtight cloth robe is surrounded by a positive circle, with a red pattern crossed over the square floor in the center of their center, blood drawn from the lamb is applied to the dark stone, like thorns from hell, quietly, as if a bloody rain were coming.

But people were suddenly unaware that the squares were echoed with humming sounds, and the Christians read words in their mouths, glorifying a mysterious name.

“Eloma! ”

“Eloma! ”

The powerful and repressive breath spread, the crowd rioted for a while, and then someone yelled like crazy, and the fanatical breath quickly spread. The crowd seemed like demons. Everyone raised their arms, sweated their backs and sighed out. Setti quickly separated from Al in the flow, but she didn't realize that at all. She also raised her hand. Deep in her blue pupil, she seemed to reflect a burning circle of fire.

In the murmur of the tide, as if she had found a peaceful and peaceful place, she saw the archangel with the holy sword step out of a white light, the angel waved the long sword in his hand towards the imperial palace, the palace suddenly fell into the flames, Setti seemed to see the evil empire sinking and burning under the sword, the nobles screamed sharply, and Her Majesty cried in the flames.

She saw her brother, who had lost his life in that war in the South, that hateful war, and all the people who had caused that pain - those in power whom she hated, even those who watched the numbness indifferently - all turned into ashes in flames.

When the whole world turned into a flaming sea, she couldn't help laughing in the flames.

“Exactly, burn them! ”

A voice echoed in her mind.

“Burn those goddamn rulers! ”

“Burn those brain-fed aristocrats! ”

“Burn those heathens! ”

“Burn it all, this evil filthy world! ”

But the illusion soon passed, and Seti saw someone dragging himself behind his back, "Al?” She regained her mind and looked back, but found herself standing behind a mystic.

The other side is covered under a thick black cloth, leaving only one eye sparkling with a cold, icy light inside.

At that moment, Setti almost thought she saw a snake - she took a step backwards unconsciously.

“The bishop is looking for you. ”

“The bishop asked for me?” Setti glanced for a moment before remembering what Al had said this afternoon and herself. She looked around, but did not find her lover's whereabouts: “Where's Al? ”

“You'll find him after the ceremony.” The Christians replied coldly.

Setti dared not say more, knowing the consequences of defying the will of the bishop, she nodded silently and followed the Christian out of the crowd.

The two walked into a shop near the square one after the other - it looked like a bakery where the outline of the oven could be seen in a dark room, but several tables were lifted to the ground, a mess on the ground, and several similarly dressed Christians stood behind the lifted table, with the bishop standing among several.

The bishop is an elderly man who seems to be quite kind, with wrinkled faces as if they were filled with a merciful glow, sparse white hair on some bald heads, hidden in the shadows as if they were dirty old spots.

When Seti came in, he nodded gently: "Good evening, Seti. ”

“Good evening, Bishop.” Seti seemed a little upset.

“Don't be nervous, my child, I'm here to tell you something. ”

“Your Eminence? ”

“We also just got word about this not long ago, because it concerns you, and as followers of God, I think you have the right to know.” The old man squeezed his eyes, and the blue grey eyes glistened with unintelligible light.

Setti was stunned and didn't know what was going to happen to him, and was able to shock His Eminence the Bishop.

“Do you want to hear it? ”

She nodded.

“It's about your brother's killer. ”

“What!?” The girl looked at her eyes as if she were a frightened cat, with all her hair up. Her brother was recruited into the army for the Empire's war against the South, died on foreign lands, and the priests of the Council told her that the capital of all this was the nobles who fought the war out of greed, who she had always regarded as murderers, but now the bishop had told her a different story.

“There's nothing hidden in it, my child, but you should know that your brother died at the hands of the Eluynes. Do you know who the Eluynes were directing that war? ”

Setti stunned and shook her head gently. Although she was not a country girl, she could not have known much about the war that had taken place thousands of miles outside the Empire, and in fact she did not even know where it had taken place, simply knowing that her brother had died in that war.

“The man is Earl of the kingdom of Eruin, sealed in Tonigal. ”

“Again these greedy nobles.” Seti bites his teeth and thinks.

The bishop sighed and then went on to say, "My child, what I want to tell you is that in the last few days you have seen each other more than once. ”

“What... what?” Seti stopped for a moment.

“Those Eruins are staying in your hotel, remember? ”

“Yes… it is them. ”

The bishop nodded and confirmed Setti's speculation. Then he looked at Seti silently, and the girl seemed a little disturbed and frowned not knowing what she was thinking.

“What are you thinking, my child? ”

“I, I don't know, Bishop, what should I do? ”

“If you want revenge, it's nothing more than revenge, my child, but it's dangerous for you...”

“I am not afraid of danger, Your Eminence," replied Setti with some shaking voice: "I… but I do not know what to do…”

“You want revenge?” The bishop's blue grey eyes seemed to be covered in grey masked colour.

Setti hesitated for a moment, but suddenly his brother appeared in his heart and nodded firmly.

“But if anything happens to you, have you ever thought about your sick father, my child?” The bishop Junxian seduced.

“Ah... Arka will take care of my father...”

“Alca, I know this young man, he's your lover, right? ”

Setti looked so dark that she lowered her head and nodded with impatience.

The bishop's face was hidden in the shadows, with a smile in the corner of his mouth.

“You want revenge, it won't work against Count Tonyger, my child," he said slowly, his voice is low and dull, as if it were magical, slightly prying the Pandora box in Seti's heart: "But you can target those around him, just as he killed your loved ones...”

“And this countess happens to have a fiancée with him...”

……

Setti didn't know how she got here from Rusta, and she fell into the avenue for carriages, not far from the familiar woodland, with the glittering riverside scenery in the moonlight. Old Kent's hotel stands on the other side of the bridge and looks like a hazy shadow at night.

The scenes on both sides of the road were common to her, but she felt strange at this moment, as if there were countless pairs of unfavourable eyes hidden in the forest, blinking and staring closely at her in the pores between the trees.

The distant nightingale sounds seemed a little vain, grunting, and occasionally wingspanking sounds were heard in the woods, which were the sounds of these winged creatures catching field mice in the woods.

These voices call her Cesar trembling, and she feels like she's a purposeless, lonely soul wandering in the wilderness.

Old Kent's hotel is getting closer, and the silhouette of this wooden stone building gradually emerges from the darkness, immersed in the dark silence of the sign, the windows, a little fading away the blurry colors, gradually dividing in the moonlight.

But Seti walked slower and slower.

She shook her hand into her arms, and there was a bottle, and she grabbed the bottle, and the cold touch of the ceramic made her heart burst.

It was as if she was holding her own fate and breathing gently.

The Bishop's words emerged from a slurry of brain.

“This poison bottle, you find a way to get that woman to drink, you're the waitress at the hotel, there's always a way to get them to van, and Old Kent's not at his hotel tonight is your best chance. ”

“Look, it's not hard, it's not dangerous, and once you get your revenge, the Brothers will get you out. ”

I don't know when to start, Seti fought with her upper and lower teeth, chirping.

She felt nothing but numbness in her head. On the one hand, the guests who had been staying at the Cat and Beard Hotel for the past few days, on the other hand, her brother, who had died in Eruin, sometimes had an irrepressible image of Al, and the young man looked at her with his peculiar sarcasm: “You're not going to avenge your brother, Seti, what are you hesitating about? ”

“But doing so would cause trouble for Uncle Kent. ”

“After this evening, the empire will cease to exist and no one will go for old Kent. ”

“No, where are the Eruins? ”

“Be frank, Seti, you're scared. Look at your pale face, your shivering fingers, where's your courage when you're really facing your enemies? ”

“No, I just...”

The two voices stirred in Seti's head, like two saws, causing her a headache. She tried to stop and take a breath, but the two ‘brothers’ who followed her did not give her the opportunity to push her forward, clamoring and saying to her:

“Go, Seti, don't let the Bishop down, and don't let your brother down. We believe you can do it. ”

Setti dared not look back, she instinctively felt that something terrible would happen to her if she had a little hesitation, and the look in his eyes reminded her of the wolves she had seen in Brucan as a child.

Cold and fierce.

She hesitated to come to the front door of the hotel, which was closed, but she knew that old Kent would usually leave the keys under the carpet in front of the door when he left home. She shuddered and bent down, trying to find the brass key, but it was at this time that a slightly curious voice came out behind the door.

“Who's out there? ”

The voice was light and rhythmic, full of notes jumping, as if its owner had incorporated all his intense curiosity.

Setti was stuck, and she recognized the voice, the very talkative businesswoman.

……

(Recommend a very good DND online tour novel, The Slut Creed of Online Tourism. The story is interesting and well set. It is understood that the setting about the game world has done more than 100,000 words. And the update is especially powerful, push everyone to see it.

Attached to the book is a brief introduction: the first is man-made goodness, the second is anger and wealth, and the third is distress, which is the creed of the Dalit Baggins in the World.

The book is set from DND, with daily bottom updates of 6,000, with an outbreak of between 10,000 and 20,000 from time to time.