The Amber Sword

On the west side of Rusta, you can already see the corner of the vast Hazel plain. In the dark night, the pitch-black sky merges with the horizon, and the stars reflect, as if there is no end.

Brando's team stayed in the woods, and there was a farm nearby, with starlit lights coming through the shadows of the woods, and the edge of the woods to the south was situated on an open, small highland, and from there it looked southward, more than ten miles southwest of Samburger, with a clear view of the bright edge of Lake Stroy.

It's been half an hour since I left town.

The people who went out to search quickly drove back in frustration.

“Have you found any witches? ”

“No.”

“Didn't you find Barbasa and them? ”

“No.”

“Charles, are they back? ”

“Neither. ”

Brando was questioned one by one, but all he got was disappointing answers, and as usual, if the witch had gotten it, he should have waited here a long time ago.

And even if they're lying, then Barbasa, they should be here by now.

But in fact, the news came out that both groups were silent.

Even Charles and Shipamira had no news of them, as if they had disappeared in the city, and the presence of the Nightmares had been disrupted by the network of minds near Rusta, who had lost even the means to communicate with their own people at the end.

The situation was worse than expected, and although he had long known that there might be a variety of accidents in the plans that had been developed, such developments were unexpected to him.

Fortunately, the last of them found Coward, who had stayed outside the city for a while, and when they hit the latter, this brunette was sitting on a giant white wolf with her feet barefoot, reflecting a clean moonlight, like an elf in the forest.

“Looks like you're in trouble.” Coward was as happy as ever with Brando's terrible mood, she used to like to look for happiness in human suffering, but now she has much less fun, or rather has become a picky eater, and instead tastes Brando's pain alone.

But it looks good.

“Have you heard from Barbasa?” Brando frowned and stared at the wolf.

“They left you a message, let me pass it on to you, or will you find me? ”

“I have your sister. ”

Coward's good mood suddenly ran out, chewing his teeth and making a whining sound, as if he were roaring low.

“Come on, what did they say? ”

“Your woman is still in the hands of the Silver Queen, but the witch has not lied to you, she has only been removed beforehand. ”

“Our news leaked? ”

“I'm not the only one beside you who doesn't have good intentions.” Coward laughed coldly: “Some people don't want you to be unlucky, of course this counts as one of me. ”

“You mean Delphine?” Brando looked slightly heavier: “Impossible, she had no chance, Metisa watched her. ”

“She didn't betray you, but all she had to do was inaction. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Dream. ”

Brando reacted, and the power reached their level so that they could easily control their dreams, so the magic of witches manipulating dreams is meaningless for those with strong will, who simply need to let themselves not easily enter the dreams.

With Delphine's brilliance, she wouldn't have thought of it, but she never did, which means that when she was dreaming, the witches had broken into the Cat and Beard Hotel more than once.

He and Metissa thought about putting old Kent outside the hotel and forgot about it.

He was silent for a moment and asked, “Is that all they said, Barbasa? ”

“They went after your woman. ”

“How long? ”

“I don't know,” Coward looked at him in a flirtatious fashion: “Hey, what are you going to do? ”

Brando swept her cold and did not answer her question at all.

He returned to the crowd, and the Cruz aristocrats were very interested in Coward, but since the latter almost ordered the black wolf to break his arm, these men have gone far away from the witch, even with some more awe for Brando, who could command her.

“What are you going to do? ”

After listening to Brando, Chancellor Nidwin asked the exact same question.

It took Brando almost a moment to realize that Delphine was the granddaughter of this big man, but the former was steady and low-key, with wisdom in every word and every line, and the latter was clearly too far behind, too smart but too blatant.

Sometimes it's just an irrevocable female lunatic, an indefinite bomb.

Such a man is not just him, and I'm afraid Her Majesty will not like it too much, and that the Supreme One will never tolerate the existence of such an untamed man within his power.

At this point, Delphine clearly behaves far less visionary than her grandfather, and politics is the art of compromise, not smart wrenches.

It has to be said that this young lady has once again created a rather bad mood for him, and it is about this that the old Prime Minister of the Empire took the initiative to ask for an exit inquiry.

Because in the previous conversation, the Prime Minister, although not showing any malice, had shown a respectful and far-reaching attitude towards him, it was obvious that, like the widespread perception at the top of an empire, the internal disturbance of the empire was in any case an imperial matter of its own, which could not be interfered with by others.

Needless to say, Chancellor Niedermann is a humble man with a proud heart.

But in any case, it was Brando who helped them, the old men, who could be said to have saved his granddaughter's life indirectly. The politicians of this era have not yet evolved to the point where they can rely on it in person. He stood up, both to repay Brando for a human condition and to make up for the mistakes caused by his granddaughter.

Brando thought for a moment.

“I have to rescue Cee, and if Barbasa doesn't catch up, then I have to go back into town. ”

“No way,” the others interrupted Veronica while she was away: “You underestimated Her Majesty, little man, you thought your arrangement at Cold Loop Manor had taken her by surprise? Now it looks like it's just that she's testing you, and then you go back to Rusta, and you throw yourself into the net. ”

Most of the other aristocratic faces present also revealed their different colors, but almost expressed the same meaning, apparently escaped from the Emperor, and no one was willing to go back.

They escaped on the way, and although fortunately they did not encounter dragons again, nor did they encounter pastoralists such as Andresa at the mouth of Sidney and Veronica, this does not mean that they will be so fortunate to enter the city again, not to mention the fact that the whole of Rusta is probably in a mess at this moment.

Who would be willing to step into danger again?

Brando naturally understands that, for this operation, he has exhausted his cards, but there are still too many situations not envisaged. Especially after the dragon dared to ignore the threat of the dragons and appeared in Rusta, which was greatly unexpected.

If he has 50% certainty that he will do it for the first time at Cold Lu Manor, now he will kill again into the city, even if there is no hope of 10%.

It's almost a gambler's bet.

But he has to make a choice.

Not only is Sydney trapped in the city now, but Charles, Medfis, Andrig and Hippamilla have no news, and he can't leave any of his men behind.

“Teacher…”

Faina clearly saw the plight of the latter, and she looked reluctantly at her teacher, who, in her view, was responsible for Brando's rescue of these aristocrats, who had done so much to achieve this end.

At the very least, it is chilling not to show such disregard.

Veronica sighed and patted herself on the student's shoulder: “But if you make a decision, whatever it is, I'll accompany you, little one. ”

Veronica could say that Brando wasn't surprised, he knew it was her swordplay, but in any case, he was grateful.

Since the encounter of this Sword Saint, the other party has helped him a lot more than once, and from the inside out, he has even seen the other party as someone like his elders.

Not to mention the indescribable relationship between him and his teacher, St. Mayfist the Grey Sword.

But what surprised him was that many of the Krutz nobles present were expressing the same meaning, and he was somewhat surprised to see the nobles of these empires - in his impression, even the fathers and brothers of Fayna, but never the good and the dark, almost the footnotes of these nobles, when did these nobles become so good at speaking?

He couldn't help but look at Nederweyn, the Prime Minister beside him, who was silent and waiting for him to make his decision, but the big man had shown a certain attitude without speaking.

“We are first and foremost soldiers, Mr. Earl.” One of the nobles said to Brando: "We are on a boat at this moment, and we obey orders whenever you make a decision. ”

Brando finally heard the underlying meaning of this sentence, focusing on ‘we are on the same boat', and the nobles of Cruz are still smart, but in any case, he still has some feelings in his heart.

I didn't do anything for nothing--

“Thank you very much,” he replied, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I won't make hasty decisions, but I won't give up my destination easily for another half hour, and if I don't hear from you, I'll be back in town. ”

Brando took a look at everyone in the room.

“As for you, you can wait for me here, or you can organize your own trip to the Mets, and I'm sure the Silver Queen won't be able to come after you for quite some time to come. ”

Instead of being impulsive, he knew that even with these men, the role played by these nobles in the battle was not as good as that of a Veronica, but to sell a human face. He now had no choice but to stand by the Crown Prince in this power struggle within the Empire, who, once returned to his territory, would be Eruin's potential ally in the Empire in the future.

Now he can only do so much for this ancient kingdom.

And the rest is his personal business.

The scene was silent down.

Obviously, no one would be willing to die if they did not die. Brando's words touched all the aristocrats present, and in the eyes of an upper imperial aristocrat who had no access to Count Tonigle in the original district, this hillbilly lord from Eruin also grew taller at this moment.

They suddenly discovered that, outside the Empire, there were figures with such ancient nobility.

He was not afraid of danger, benevolence, tolerance, response with the utmost loyalty of his subordinates, such nobility seemed to be visible only in the most radiant times.

“Young man,” Nederwen said suddenly and slowly, "I'm going back with you. ”

Brando was stunned and almost thought he heard wrong.

All the Krutz present were also stunned and subconsciously looked to the former Prime Minister of the Empire.

What's Chancellor Niedermann like?

If you are not an empire, it is difficult to understand clearly that decades ago, the empire called it 'our prime minister', a unique name that no one can enjoy except the old Nederweyne, even the most famous prime ministers of the previous generations of the empire.

He created the most concentrated and flourishing era of the empire with his hands, saying that he was a meritocracy, that he could be worthy, that he was a power minister, that he could be open to it.

In an age when the average political life of an imperial nobleman was less than a decade, eight years to be exact, Chancellor Niederman was in that position for 53 years, and even before the death of his predecessors, he was a close friend of the latter.

If there's a miracle in the world, it's already a miracle.

His power extends to any corner of the empire, but in the end he completes the barely immobile handover of knives. He walks safely down the altar and gives the Silver Queen and her successor's eldest son a grand empire, and even enjoys his old age.

If history moves in the direction Brando knows, not if it gets messy like this.

And would such a character be a bloodthirsty, impulsive aristocrat?

Obviously not.

Then the context in which he spoke is debatable, and even the aristocrats who had previously made their decisions seem a little shaky.

Sidney on one side saw this scene but rarely frowned - not that the statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Sacred Palace would not frown, but that in fact any expression appeared less on her face, so that this subtle divine colour appeared somewhat rare.

Brando doesn't know that, but Sidney thinks this is the second time the old prime minister has offered to see Her Majesty.

Does he really think he can convince the Supreme One of his own empire?

This is clearly a pseudo-proposition.

The old Chancellor could never have been so naive. If such a request were made once, it could also be said that the situation could not be seen, and if mistakes were made over and over again, he would not be in Nederland.

Sidney couldn't bear to look closely at the look on the old man's face. Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything. Old Nederweyn didn't seem to intend to go on discussing this issue. He said only one thing, and no one else dared to ask.

On the other hand, the little Ned Language appeared to have stopped saying things, but was crushed by his father's harsh eyes.

Brando happened to notice this detail.

But he did not say much, thought for a moment, dared not easily answer any of the words of the Imperial Chancellor, but replied: “Thank you very much, but in any case, we will wait for half an hour. ”

Half an hour isn't long.

But it can be as long as it is disturbing to sit at certain times.

……