The Amber Sword

Augustus raised his head and reflected a narrow figure in his grey brown pupil. He saw a young man walking in through the front door of the Garden of Roses. He had no invitation, only a long sword interwoven with debris, the debris tethered with each other, leaving only a narrow gap, with a dark red light, a flaming crest on his sword, and few people knew that crest was called ‘Flame’, a golden fire.

His other hand carried a sheath of swords, cedar wood, a dark horseskin wrap, a silver buckle, a sheath wrapped in steel. The sheath was held in his hand and sandwiched in a curved hand, like a civilized stick.

He was wearing a black woolen velvet earl coat, covered in gray, like a long-distance wind cream, and even his dressing horn and cuffs were worn out, revealing the thread, without the Cadilloso family crest on his collar, which had been driven from before the Cold Cedar's arrival: a long sword, inserted over the head of a brown bear, a black pine in Carasou, a bear on the highlands.

The black belt, the secret silver buckle, the two rings, the strap with a different dial-like ornament, the underwear of the clothes covering several horse pants that were also worn out, followed by the boots, Gran Elle's distinctive long pony boots, the best leather tanned, the finest shoemaker waxed, bottomed, crested, the specialty of the Golan Elson Forest margin.

He walked unattended into the royal courtyard, through the night breeze of the millennium Emperor, through his coat and hair, dancing with the wind, leaves chasing his footsteps, spiralling into the garden, this was the last month of the summer, when he stepped on the wind, as if with Shawther's autumn intentions.

After that, everything fades away.

While the excellent lineage of the Cadilloso family did not make Brando handsome, at least it made him an upbeat young man, a distinctive mark of the Cavalier family, which, together with his characteristic temperament, was almost memorable.

Behind him were Metisa, Charles, Medfis, Andrig and the three martial arts goddesses, and the nobles of the Krutz walked to the White Street behind them, as if they remembered Her Majesty's remnants. Only the old Nederweyn and the Grand Duke of Flowers could stand idly by.

Before him, hundreds of SS retreated like a tidal wave, as if they had encountered some kind of floodbeast, but if not, it was even more frightening than a floodbeast - just a look at what was happening in the square outside and you can see why.

Staggered across the square, the hard, undamaged slab of magic for centuries was raw plowed out into a ditch five or six meters deep, where there was a statue of Grantoti the Great, there was a group of court knights stationed next to the statue, and there was a strict security line on the square.

Now they're all gone.

“Who is he? ”

“How did this guy get in here? ”

The nobles met face-to-face and some began to regret attending this feast, and it is clear that some of the dramas that took place this evening were beyond their imagination and perhaps never took place in this court for centuries.

Some elderly aristocrats automatically contrast Brando's appearance in their eyes, feeling that the young man was somewhat familiar, but that was a story decades ago, and even if they thought about it, it would be difficult to remember that there was once an Eruin in the Empire.

And today, there will also be a temporal Eruin in the Empire.

That's exactly what I saw in Augustus' eyes.

But not all of them.

He first noticed that it was not Brando himself, but the glance of the other party's cold sword, which seemed tangible, crucified his hole through the ground and could not resist.

His Royal Highness's heart is filled with disgrace.

“I've never seen Lord so angry...”

She looked at the tall figure who appeared at the door, no matter how much she didn't want to see an adult here, but at this moment, she had nothing but peace in her heart.

Her hands were loose and the guns of Tianqing fell to the ground.

Suddenly she remembered silently that she had indeed seen a similar attitude from the Lord.

It was the first battle of Lord Cold Cedar, who stared at the gates of that ancient castle, and the cold on his face was no worse than it was at this moment.

That time, Metissa told her it was for the dead.

But she doesn't understand.

Perhaps the dead deserve sadness, but not anger, because anger is worthless.

Because the death of civilians is of little value in itself, she was born in the mountains of Chablis and has seen too many lives and deaths, plagues, accidents, wars and monsters, all of which can be causes of death for civilians, who will only be buried in grassland, perhaps some will be sad, but no one will be angry.

Some of them just disappeared, but others were intolerable, and that was the most special person she had ever met, a nobleman, a young man about her age, but her lord.

He killed Groudin, and when the sword stabbed the baron in the chest, she noticed that the lord had no pleasure in vengeance on his face but cold contempt.

As if karma were payback, so be it.

Just for people who don't know each other.

Such contempt reappeared in his face at this moment.

'Cause of me? ”Sy's heart jumped straight and she thought,“ Lord, why are you so angry at me? ”

Perhaps this simple teenage girl will never understand the problem.

Augustus leaves Sy behind, turns his head and looks cold at Brando, a young man who feels seriously provoked by the smell that he emits.

The Silver Queen stopped in front of the front door of Rose Palace and turned around and watched the scene cold.

As if she wasn't the owner, Brando wasn't the guest.

The three stared at each other and the scene was quiet for a moment.

Little Niedermann hesitated to come forward, but while his father grabbed him, the wrinkles on Old Niedermann's face seemed deeper in the cool night breeze, and he shook his head gently:

“I am the Chancellor of the Great Emperor, you are His Majesty's prince, but you do not know what our Majesty is like. ”

Little Ned was ashamed, and for the first time since he remembered, his father had said that to himself.

Old Ned pointed to Brando in front of him and replied, "Let our Count speak to His Majesty until His Majesty's heart is at peace before he can hear us. ”

“Will His Majesty be at peace? ”

Little Neville thinks his old father is a little confused.

But Old Ned Language shook his head, and the Grand Duke of Flowers and Leaves looked at him and smiled.

Augustus stared at Brando like a brown bear, half-cold, and said:

“Who are you? ”

Brando glanced at him and turned his attention to the Silver Queen.

As if Augustus had been stabbed by a needle, his dark face had turned red. In his memory, he was the only one who had ever ignored others, but had not expected to be ignored naked by a hillbilly who did not know where he came from.

Still in front of so many people.

Henriette, lying down at the table watching this scene, was so excited to dance, this guy pulled down Conrad's hand covering his mouth and gasped: “Who is this guy, has character, I'm serious to tell you, Conrad, I love this guy, I have to meet this guy when this happens. ”

Conrad was full of difficulty: "I'm afraid Her Majesty may not think so. ”

“Your Majesty?” Henriette hummed: “Her Majesty is Her Majesty the Queen of the Empire, not My Majesty, I am the nobleman of the Empire, it does not matter with whom I make friends. ”

“That's what you have to say,” Conrad replied in a bad way, "Well, whatever.”

But subconsciously, he also felt that the guy was really good enough, and maybe a little bit cheerful, and he had to admit that he was also kind of looking at each other.

He was a learned young man, distinct from his own companion, and he frowned for a moment and suddenly patted the latter on the shoulder, "I think I know who he is. ”

“Who's that? ”

“Big deal. ”

At this time, Augustus, like a brown bear, also seemed to have finally figured out Brando's whereabouts, thanks to his entourage, which ran all the way to him, and after two words with him, the brown bear stood up and looked at Brando with disdain.

“Psst," he sipped: “I thought it was someone, just a hillbilly.” He was completely relieved, pointing to Sy, and said to Brando, "She's mine, you can go now, Eluine hillbilly...”

Eruin.

There was always a quick reaction among the nobles, and someone had already reacted, “It was the Cadilloso family.” Someone whispered a few whispers, and then a name circulated under whispers.

It consists of only three words.

but weighed more than a kilo.

Sword Saint Darus--

Sixty years later, the grandson of Sword Saint Darus returned to Didu.

The way people looked at Brando changed again, Henriette muttered to herself: “Turns out it's him...”

“You know him well?” Conrad asked curiously that he did not know that his companion and Eluin's legendary Swordsman could still be connected.

“No, it's my grandfather,” Henriette snapped his teeth: “My grandfather and Sword St. Darius duel, got a bite out of his teeth. ”

“What!”

Obviously Augustus did not hear whispers from the two people under the table, and in fact he did not hear whispers from the crowd, a hillbilly nobleman of Varache, but even less so than the nobility of Eruin.

In his eyes, Brando dared to threaten him, and he was already a dead man. If the other side dared to step back, he was forced to leave his head here.

In the custom of the mountain people, there is only one way between enemies to pay for blood.

But what he didn't expect was that Brando's response to him was so simple and direct.

The latter turned back and looked at him, saying:

“You have a terrible memory. ”

Side by side Sy only reacted at this time, realizing that her lord was going to attack Augustus, she hurriedly shouted: “My lord, he...”

He has the strength of the side of truth...

The teenage girl didn't say that.

Because she saw Brando raise his hand, a hundred meters away from Prince Augustus, who, without a sign, was like a giant dragon in the face, and the whole man flew out, crashing into a complex on the left side of the Rose Garden, as if the brown bear was not a master on the side of some truth, but an ordinary man who could no longer be ordinary.

It's just obviously not possible for ordinary people to crash a building's interior and exterior walls over a dozen floors.

Everyone opened their mouths.

Some are still worried about the grandson of Darus. Obviously, Prince Augustus is not so popular, but after previous wars, the nobles present more or less knew the power of the Mountain Prince, and the Mountain Girl beat dozens of court knights to death without taking Augustus.

While the former is no better than the Horseman of Fire, it also has at least the upper hand in gold, and the latter is more likely to know that Darius' grandson looks only nineteen or twenty years old, how could he be the opponent of that humanoid brown bear?

Mindfully, nobles still identify with humans much more positively than with brown bears.

But it was clear that what happened next subverted everyone's knowledge.

This moment gave rise to an idea in the hearts of all the nobles present: "It is the grandson of Darus.” As Emperors, they obviously have a deep memory of the man who was there 60 years ago.

And for some of the older nobles, it was as if they had seen the nightmare of that imperial nobleman 60 years ago.

The building continued to collapse, sandstone sand rolled down, and the white rose garden was silent for a moment.

The Silver Queen finally opened her mouth, with only one cold and icy phrase:

“Outrageous, take him. ”

Four witches in the middle of the sky.

Agatheris opened the gates of the kingdom of Buenos Sons, afraid that Brando would repeat his last trick and escape from under her eyes, so she first opened her own extreme plain; the stars reflected in the hills of solitude were pitch-black, like running water unfolding in the sky, like a giant mouth of void.

But she had just touched the door and heard a heartbreaking voice.

“Roll...”

Before the witch of the Golden Sea could react, a breath of blood erupted and fell directly from the air. Around her, the Witch King's face changed dramatically, putting her hands on the silver line of law. Before she could speak, she listened to the other side of the old man shouting shakingly.

“Esis, Esis in Buenos Sons...! ”

But unfortunately, her voice was not meant to be heard by many.

Because more people are taking off.

One, two, three, Bradley the Swordbearer, St. Willard the Lion's Sword, and St. Cantipe's Palace, the other of the two perfections, St. Leo the Sword of Disease.

Then comes the Gate of the Empire, Richard the Great Commander of the Horsemen of Flame, Lord of the Mirror Realm, Royal Return of Lightless, and his old opponent, Saban.

These are almost all old friends, old faces from the Cold Lu Manor War.

But the next thing you know, there are other names Brando has only seen in the game, or heard of, like Lei Kwong Ear.

First of all, the Commander of the Near Guard, Tariya, and three other deputy commanders of the Knights of the Flames, Fern the Eye of Silver Grey, by Maxilli the Saint, and Yurian the Bitter.

As for the other three, it is not surprising that Brando has never seen or heard of the hidden power of the Cruz royal family.

But it was the last man to lift up who narrowed his eyes slightly.

Dragon queen Gwendolyn.

Sixteen Poles.

A sage.

Like a star in the night sky, shining for a moment.

And on the stars, countless flaming knights are rising, star dots, surrounded by bright stars.

All the Imperial noblemen present were not free to look up, open their mouths and wonder whether it was because of such a magnificent scene or because of the people who had brought it out.

Beneath the stars, the Silver Queen looks down on Brando against the backdrop of the Empire's night sky. She was silent for a moment before slowly opening her mouth:

“Descendants of Darius, you have qualities that your grandfather did not possess, and that is not self-control. ”

……