The Amber Sword

A carriage entered the Rose Garden and a group of servants packed a courtyard and led the noble adults to the lobby, where they placed long tables with white cloth, silver plates, candlesticks and other utensils.

In Her Majesty's garden, people are already hanging out, and people who know each other or don't know each other greet each other. A small royal banquet has begun to take shape. At least the scene is lively and atmospheric, with no slight tension.

The inner and outer cities of Rusta have always been two worlds, and the gentlemen who live here have long been used to it.

Count Conrad jumped off the wagon in a light step, greeted a Sir face to face, or greeted a smiling aristocrat with a cold face. There are no secrets hidden in the upper circle of the Empire, who is prominent in origin, who comes to power through a skirt relationship, there is naturally a number in everyone's mind.

His family had an inheritance, and if the ancestors had a laudable legacy, the inheritance and cultural heritage would be thicker, and he would therefore despise such an outbreak, just as the military aristocrats looked down on him.

Moreover, the strong monetary scent in these people is often unpleasant, and the fact that noble lives are naturally supported by money is often not worth mentioning in their eyes, which makes little sense for the citizens of towns to look down on rural farmers.

Conrad drove softly through the outer courtyard of the Rose Garden, where a number of gentlemen had gathered in the courtyard, a social circle in the upper echelons of society, where nobles gathered together to talk naturally. It's just that the topics between these circles are so variable, like gentlemen's uncertain minds, that many small circles tend to form beneath a large circle, and different people always find the same common language.

As a traditional aristocrat, he was socially naturally fishy and quickly found acquaintances:

“Good evening, Henry. I thought you weren't coming to this party because of your personality. ”

“You have to show your majesty a little face.” The nobleman to whom he had been called smiled and raised his glass to him, a young man with a smile on his face with the usual appearance and complacency of an identified person.

The banquet was hosted by Her Majesty the Queen, and in fact the upper nobles of Emperor Du were informed a week ago that the banquet was about picking up a prince of the mountain people, but privately it was already a meeting ceremony.

Of course, the bigger engagement ceremony will not take place until two weeks later, when the party will be open to the public, and private work will begin now.

It is also a constant means of action by the nobles.

Henriette sipped a sip of wine and continued with a smile: "But honestly, I'm here for the Countess. I hear she's extraordinarily beautiful. ”

“Her Royal Highness, Mr. Henriette.” The royal housekeeper was correcting his face.

“You're right,” Henriette apologized. “Beautiful women are princesses. ”

Everyone laughed softly, and everyone knew what was going on with the princess, but some things were not beautiful to say, and all the gentlemen present as noblemen understood the reason for the end.

Even royal housekeepers don't care about this.

“But our Prince Augustus doesn't mind that. I hear he arrived in Banquer from Varache in only a week. His six Mala carriages broke two of them on the way, and the horses changed three wheels. ”

“There's no way, the mountain folks always have horses. ”

This playful phrase made those present smile again, as elsewhere in Warnde, and the barbarians who later evolved into other civilizations were always despicable, and many crude jokes about the mountaineers, not to mention among these noble gentlemen, even among the peasants in the countryside.

The Mountain Prince showcased his carriage, which had long been the subject of talks and laughter after a superior social tea meal before he had arrived in Didu.

While most of the gentlemen present may not necessarily own six maras, this does not prevent them from making fun of the latter, and they can pack their tickets without any jealousy or envy.

“So this prince is called Augustus?” Conrad listened for a while before asking.

“That's his nickname. ”

Again, there was a low laugh. The name Augustus was clearly not the name of the Cruz, nor the name of the Temple of Fire, but the name of the mountain people. His Royal Highness certainly had the name of Cruz, but no matter how he hung the title on his mouth, people ‘liked’ Augustus, the native name.

Conrad laughed too.

The subject of nobility has always changed, and when no pleasure has been found in His Royal Highness the Prince, there has been talk of the battle that had previously taken place in Didu.

There was too much movement in Cold Rue Hills to hide, especially after Brando flattened half the mountain, and the silver light that split the sky in Charles, I'm afraid half the inhabitants of Rusta - as long as they weren't asleep - should have noticed.

Apart from a few, however, the nobles did not know what Her Majesty was preparing, and some spoke of the riots taking place in the outer city and linked the two.

“It's not good out there. ”

“It's a mess.”

In the fierce discussion, someone would inevitably disagree, and a middle-aged nobleman said with some hesitation, “Do you call this a bad situation at the moment? Ha, that's a nice young man. ”

“What's going on? ”

“Isn't it? ”

The middle-aged nobleman shook his head: “Little winds and waves are simply incomparable with the riots of 23 years ago and the year of drowning. ”

The younger generation of aristocrats have no idea what happened decades ago, while older aristocrats on the scene reveal memorable faces.

Behind the great uprising in the year of the dramatic change, even the nobles were involved. Even the city guard army rose inside, the rebels once came under the inner city, the current situation compared to that, but it was only the beginning, what can the herders become? How can it be compared to the rebellion of the nobles?

In the end, it was not settled peacefully. As long as the temple and the top strong did not fall, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Having listened to the description of the middle-aged aristocrats, the young man's face has eased considerably and seems to be no trouble at this time compared to that of the year.

And these noble gentlemen's fears always come and go fast, especially when they find that there is no connection between them, and Conrad quickly notices that Henry across the street becomes a little impatient.

But at this time, the crowd suddenly rioted just right. Count Conrad raised his head subconsciously, the crowd separated near the lobby, and a luxury carriage appeared outside the door.

A six-piece mara carriage.

Augustus sat in the carriage and frowned with some impatience. Contrary to what was said outside, he was not in a hurry to come to Tidu, but by the heroic father of his mountaineer.

Just as Her Majesty the Queen needed the support of the mountain people, so did the hero of the mountain people, who, in the dispute over the throne of the previous generation of mountain people, had won as heroes, but whose roots were not as strong as they might have imagined as heirs to the common throne.

Fortunately, the mountaineers are not empires, and their origins are not as serious as they might have imagined, and as long as they are recognized by the empire and the temple, they can still dominate the vast mountains of Varache in a seamless manner.

Sometimes things are so bizarre that the mountain people see the empire as a feud and an enemy, but privately believe in the illusory praise of this most powerful enemy.

It is also a great honor to be recognized by the enemy.

However, it had nothing to do with Augustus, and perhaps the only thing that made him feel a little more comfortable was that he was the only son of the king of the mountain people, and that the father and son were honored. Unfortunately, the mountain people's competitors for the throne had never been the only ones to participate, unlike the empire of civilization, and the first-born heirs from the various tribes around him were equally qualified.

“You're going to tame this mare for me, and she's good for me. ”

That's the only thing the man said to him before he left.

This dark-skinned prince is quite uncomfortable in his heart. Although he likes beautiful women, it does not mean that he wants to come to Didu tirelessly for a woman, just as the gentlemen of Didu are not accustomed to his appearance, nor does he have the slightest cold of these self-proclaimed civilized gentlemen.

Women are like mares. According to the tradition of mountain people, mares in the flock are regarded as the most precious asset, and only the healthiest mares can give birth to the best of the next generation.

But a good mare is not worth embarrassing.

He had decided to give the Countess a good look. Although she could not do so openly in the Empire, Her Majesty had no control over Varache, and he would let her know how the men of the Nolka family were disciplining their wives.

At this time, the servant opened the carriage door and Augustus cleaned his face before walking out of the carriage.

He thought he was ready to attract a lot of disrespectful or hostile eyes outside the carriage. He didn't expect to get off the carriage until he realized that no one was looking at him at all.

He raised his head.

It was only when His Majesty, the Supreme Emperor of the Empire, appeared outside the lobby, all bowing their heads and quieting down for a moment in the courtyard.

When people looked up again, they noticed the girl next to the Silver Queen.

It was also the first time that the newly sealed Countess appeared in the upper echelons of the Empire in the aristocratic circle.

The simple and bright eyes attracted everyone's attention in an instant, followed by the long, flame-like hair, a shout of exclamation in the crowd, the most rare in Rusta was the beautiful aristocratic girl, but the prevailing wind in the empire was swept away by the clean and lucid beauty in front of her.

It's like a fresh mountain breeze in the cloudy city air, it's refreshing, most of the men present can't bear a slight heart burst, even the ladies are in front of them.

What a clean girl.

Too bad it's a mountain man.

“Beauty is a privilege.” Henriette in the crowd didn't care, lifting the glass to Sy's farewell greetings with admiration in her eyes.

“What?” someone asked intentionally, "Henry, are you going to compete with our prince? ”

“Why not?” Henry laughed without saying a word, which meant that he had no regard for the prince of the mountain people - neither the mountain people nor the nobles?

And that's what most of us here think.

In front of all eyes, Syd frowned slightly, facing all the gentlemen and ladies present, her eyes hidden both tension and anxiety, but also burned an unyielding flame.

If it had been a day before, she might have been a puppet, still manipulated, but now that she knows the lord is here.

Just such a message, if not a single word, would suffice to burn an unknown flame bear in her heart.

Silver Queen Constance stood next to Sy, a little shorter than the former, but she naturally distinguished herself from the innate superiors' momentum and control over everything.

Throughout the empire, I'm afraid no one has dared face to face with this young girl, who looks only fourteen or five years old.

Except, of course, for some people who don't know where they're from, who don't know where they're going —— like some Count Tonigle.

She glanced at all the people present in the room in a slight way, seemingly no longer focusing on her previous failures, turning back and saying to the girl next to her: “Why? You don't seem very satisfied with my arrangement? ”

Sy hasn't answered, she understands why she's here.

“You are a mountain man, it is best to return to the mountains to embrace nature. That is the son of a mountain man's hero, don't you deserve it? ”

The Silver Queen smiled, "Do you still think your lord is coming to save you? I wish he had the guts. Do you know where this is? ”

“Lord, he will not fall for it, and you will not take advantage of it. ”

It turns out, what kind of lord would there be, what kind of subordination, what kind of dialogue between two women, listening to one side of the close-minded warfare —— when did someone in the empire dare to speak to His Majesty in this way?

But the Silver Queen didn't seem to care. “Really, he doesn't even care about the woman he loves? ”

“I adore Lord Muhammad, and I am nothing more than a silent man beside Lord Muhammad. There are better girls than me beside Lord Muhammad. ”

“So he doesn't like you? ”

Sy didn't answer, but the bright eyes were default to this.

“No, you are the Countess of the Empire, or even Her Royal Highness, and no one can look down on you -” Silver Queen's words turned sharply: “But give the gun of Heaven and Green to a blind man around you, your lord is a very rich man. ”

She was stunned for a moment, then her heart shivered slightly. She never thought of this. Such a superficial reason, she was really so blind, but why did Lord always give her something so important without any concern?

She suddenly got a little scared.

Afraid that Brando would really come here to save her, this so-called banquet is just a well-set trap, and she hopes to be a little later, even a day later, rather than now.

She had hoped to see the face she could no longer familiarize herself with in her dreams, but at this moment she was more afraid and her face faded in blood.

The Silver Queen watched the expression on the faces of the mountain girls for so long, she said, “You must be hoping that your lord will not come to my banquet this evening. ”

Sydney looked at the latter with hatred.

And the queen smiled, “But I'm sure he'll come. ”

At a time when Sy was wondering where the Queen was confident that she would come from, the latter continued to say in a trivial manner: "If he does not come, I will send you to the bed of that mountain prince tonight. You know, it is the custom of the mountain people, and the monarch has nothing to say. ”

“But you should be honored that this is an authentic prince, that the crown of the Lord of Varachi is recognized by the Empire and the Temple, and that you may be queen of the mountain people in the future. ”

Sy's teeth roared and looked at Her Majesty like a demon, her eyes closed and her heart greyed.

In the face of such desperation, she had no choice.

“Does the Countess look ill? ”

Standing below the steps, Conrad suddenly came up with this idea.

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