The Amber Sword

“Exactly.” There was noise coming out of the room, Sidney and Veronica walking out of the other room with their faces on, as you can see from her face, which is as bad as this one.

Coming out of the room on the left was Coward, a small temple that was supposed to belong to a god in the art realm, but a thousand years after the gods left, it turned into a public gathering place, where people were in the main temple, while two smaller ceremonies were held simultaneously in the right and left temples.

It's the same place where people die.

“They are simply lawless.” Veronica's gloomy face is greater than the statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Sacred Palace, who is a priest and a soldier, who cannot tolerate the recklessness of some of the hidden outsiders on the land of the Empire.

But it didn't affect Coward's mood, and the wolf looked as if she was out of her mind. Evil gods and dusk species are enemies of humankind, but there is little connection between them, and the pride of pureblood dusk seeds is no less than that of the Gods, so she has reason to look down on these mutilations.

Three martial arts goddesses followed her, and these spiritual women, who are long, plucked and burning with pale flames, can always attract more attention.

The nobles look this way, and the latter is blind and shows a true military character.

At this point, Brando couldn't help but hide anything and put out all the force of his own men. He had the power to look up to the former prime minister of the Empire.

Is this the right level of aristocracy in a remote area? The great aristocratic families in the heart of the Empire do not necessarily have this level.

After Brando received a positive answer, a moving colour appeared on his face: "Has the King of Fire recovered Aroma's shield? And recovered its remains? ”

Veronica looked at the young man with some curiosity and said, "Little guy, what's so strange about this? Rusta is a saint's legacy in itself. The city is sheltered by the angel Eroma, whose outer walls carry powerful sacred spells that can face any level of magic or physical impact on the continent and leave no trace of it. The walls are called the invincible white walls, and today Rusta is several times larger than before, and several more urban areas have been built outside the walls, but the city's exterior walls have never been rebuilt, for that reason. ”

She said that the voices could not help but turn down, and the stronger fortress was broken from within, and today the Millennium Emperor is facing the same dilemma.

Brando didn't care about the pride of some of the wounded empires of the female commander. He knew long ago that Rusta was the legacy of a saint, but he thought it was the legacy of Gilt, the king of flames, and didn't expect this.

He repeatedly confirmed, "Alca, you said Eloma's shield was standing in Victory Square. What about the sacred bones? ”

“is said to be buried beneath the statue of Eroma, my lord. ”

“Also in Victory Square? Isn't the Empire afraid someone might steal it? ”

“Who dares? Besides, ordinary people can't even get close to the statue of Eroma, which is blessed by God. ”

“Very good.”

There was a sudden feeling of confidence in this young Earl from Eluin, who raised his head and looked around: “Let's go to Victory Square. ”

Little Ned Wen was stunned.

“Wait, there's a garrison there!” His tone went weak again: "… and it wasn't on the straight line to Rose Garden. ”

“It's okay,” Brando replied with a careless look. "Sharpening a knife does not cause the wood to be cut by mistake. ”

“Sharpening the knife won't delay the work. ”

Instead, the old Chancellor squeezed his eyes, as if he were wondering what Brando's intentions were, and he asked with some approval: “Where is this proverb, some simplicity and simplicity? ”

Brando often laughs and doesn't answer questions like this, and people around him are used to these novel, not mindless words in his mouth.

Andrig moved his lips in disdain, trying to say that it was someone's slur, and where he came from, it was far away.

Anyway, not in Butch--

Brando turns to Alca and says, "Alca, I'm going to use your secret passage. You lead the way, we're going to Victory Square. ”

“My lord, as you wish.” Young people seem accustomed to Brando's pie, answering without question.

“Good,” Brando looked at him and said, "If I had the chance, I'd take you back to my territory. ”

Alca could not help but show a surprise on her face. Brando meant to make him a squire. The nobleman's squire was also half noble, even if he was pushed into the noble world easily if he stood up for credit. And he was just a civilian, and the dividing line between the two identities has now disappeared because of Brando's words, although not utterly disappeared, but at least there is hope of progress. He followed a priest to learn some relevant knowledge, which is very different from, and therefore more ambitious than, the general nasty rural youth. However, the status of a civilian often makes him feel both impatient and painful, and even as a farmer's son, it is difficult to obtain military merit.

Because only knights can do their work, and knights are nobles, civilians are often counted as knights' followers in the army, and their credit should undoubtedly belong to knights, which is the biggest threshold between the two classes.

He could barely bear to say yes if he wanted to unconsciously, but at the end of the day he stood still alive: “My lord, but Seti she...”

“You can take her with you, and you can take your family and her father with you if she wants.” Brando nodded.

This condition is so compassionate for any aristocrat that even the other aristocrats can't help but look at Brando and this civilian and wonder how the latter differs so much that the Count from Eluin would rather have so many mouths to eat.

But Brando really appreciated the young man, with his head, his low birth, and the key was to seize the opportunity, which he was willing to give, but in fact, the significance of the latter at the last minute was the reason why he was finally given such a great deal of terms.

As for Arka, I've always been grateful for zero.

Cruz nobles say they don't understand.

Only Coward looked at the scene from a distance, and Brando looked this way and thought to herself, “Can you stay outside the city? ”

“Aren't you afraid I'll run away? ”

“Your sister. ”

The wolf bit her pointy teeth, but quickly calmed down and stared at him with a look through his eyes and said, "You won't kill her, you won't even touch a finger, my sister is kind and simple, will you turn my fault on her? ”

Say it, she said, “Brando, you're an abusive man. You can't fool me. ”

Brando thought that the kindness of White Coward was certain, pure fear only, that the little girl was not as ignorant as she had shown, her head was no better than Delphinson's. In fact, he knew that the same was true of Black Coward as a twin, but she was just reluctant to help.

Little wolf's words are sent directly to his mind with mental abilities. Brando finds himself unable to do so when he wants to send the information back. He doesn't know how the other party can break the nightworm's mental disturbance. Perhaps this level of tactics is not worth mentioning in the dusk seed of pure blood.

He had to say, “Here's something for you. ”

The blood crystal in your hand was soon lost.

Little wolf didn't care, took the crystals at will, but immediately changed his face: “This is pure dark magic, for God's sake, there's some divine power in it. This is good stuff, you can't even give it to me? ”

She raised her head and squinted her eyes at Brando. “It turns out, I see, you humans are ridiculous, and if you can gain powerful power, even the same kind of power, we can easily swallow it, and you give up the ability to spit for these perverse reasons ——”

“This is exactly where humans and beasts are different.” Brando replied coldly that what he gave the coyote was a solidified blood crystal, somewhat similar to the magic crystal, but the blood crystal containing the blood of God was comparable to the magic crystal left by ordinary monsters, something that even helped him greatly.

In a generic way, each blood crystal equals approximately 500,000 EXP and 10 full attributes. Although the effect decreases dramatically after absorption, these blood crystals can increase his strength by almost a tenth.

But as the coyote said, these blood crystals are not pure divine blood rain magic, neither of these two things have such a powerful power, they are in fact the product of the sacrifice of the lives of countless human beings, the demons like this thing the most, and so does the dusk seed, which he cannot accept.

But it is also a shame to waste it, after all, that the dead will not be brought back to life, just in time to hand it over to the wolf.

“Cut the crap," he said. "Stay out of town and get in trouble with the cults. ”

“You've ruined their ritual. It's doing Her Majesty a favor.” Coward finally accepted his bribe without objection.

“I don't think you can destroy the ritual of the herders.” Brando was not surprised that he left Coward in the outer city only to slow down the steps of the cults and to continue to teach those jumping clowns who were messing with his head a lesson.

Before that, of course, he hoped that the cults would cause trouble for the Silver Queen, but at this point he did not want the cults to break into the inner city in advance and cause trouble for themselves.

“Hold them off for two hours. ”

“I can't do that. I'm not stronger than you at the moment. ”

“That's an hour. ”

“Deal -”

……

At this moment, the inner city is a scene of a desolate army.

Not all nobles are eligible to be invited to Her Majesty's banquet, and those who live in the inner city do not enjoy the rising song and dance level in the rose garden, but can only watch the flames of the outer city in their own homes, anxious to hope not to repeat the tragedy of the year of drowning.

In the turmoil of decades ago, while the mob did not invade the inner city, it was difficult for the nobility - especially the middle and lower nobles - to live in a perimeter where, in order to defend themselves, they had to organize spontaneous guards over the city walls, where property damage was inevitable and, unfortunately, nobility died.

Death is a distant and terrible term for the nobility of Didu, second only to being deprived of nobility and becoming a civilian.

And for the nobility of the Emperor now, there are fewer elderly nobles who experienced the turmoil, and younger nobles are more sleepless in such a night. After all, who knows if the mob will suddenly appear in front of you?

In a sense, their fears are not unreasonable.

At this moment, banned troops were added to the inner city's gates, walls and fortresses, and some Knights of the Flaming Knights were involved in the defense, but there was no optimism imagined.

Cassette is such a flaming knight. As a flaming knight, everyone is the upper echelon of the temple and also the elite of the imperial nobility. His title is the Viscount, and he comes from the family of Connor, which is subordinate to the Cecil family and is arguably a temple sect of the Red Miao.

His status was so high that he took over the defense of the gates as soon as he reached the walls of the city that he was worthy of being the supreme commander - the former commander, the chief knight of a city guard, who dared not even venture out into the atmosphere in front of him.

This is the Horseman of Fire. The Empire sees him as a godlike figure.

But Cassette's face doesn't look much better than the knight's.

Prior to his arrival, the mob wrapped in cults had launched three sieges, with no effect other than to leave a wretched body behind, and the inner city walls of Rusta, while not protected by angels, were not capable of being attacked by mob hands.

But this is not good news. As an experienced Templar Knight, Cassette has seen that these cults are deliberately wasting their lives. Morale is meaningless to fanatics, while the dead are meaningful to the evil technique prepared by the other side.

Cassette's vast adversarial experience led him to make his first judgement, as the other side was a Black Fireman and not, as he had been told in the news, a reunion of all things and sheep leaders.

And by the time of the third attack, he had seen the god messenger mixed with the crowd and killed one himself. If he hadn't done so quickly, there would have been casualties on the walls.

The Angel of God has at least the power of the Elements.

And he saw that what he had previously slaughtered was just a nascent god, and he couldn't help but wonder angrily where the black firemen had found the blood of such a pure god —— the strength of the gods was not so much whether the blood of the gods to which they belonged was itself powerful, and a man like the evil god Fredrich could have a powerful god, because the blood of the gods who created them was pure.

It can also be said that God's blood is high.

It is for this reason that Cassette was acutely aware of the danger, and although Her Majesty had invested enough discretion in defense, it was not enough and the situation was somewhat unexpected.

He doesn't understand why Her Majesty left these mobs alone, or why the so-called banquet was so important? It is worth giving an order that they, the knights of the flames, must securely guard the inner city before the end of the banquet and must not enter a mob, but must not allow counter-attacks to take place.

He thought it was a little ridiculous to deal with these mobs going out and killing a river full of blood, but now he sees himself thinking a little too much. If he had a few more intensive sieges, he could not guarantee the safety of the walls of the city.

“Her Majesty must be informed. ”

He turned back and said to his deputy.

……