The Amber Sword

Divine people ——

The word is sacred and distant, but it seems so real and so close at this moment.

Brando was half silent, almost heard God, and didn't even notice that dozens of cues had jumped out of his own record, and the level of scholars and their next few skills and knowledge had been elevated by more than a dozen levels between these moments.

The latter, however, felt nothing about it.

“I see,” he replied, "but Ms. Ovina, you once said that I had the authority of the Truth, but I never felt that my power still needed to learn and accumulate experience, did it not? ”

“Is that true?” The spirits are funny: “How old are you this year? ”

Brando jammed the shell.

Suddenly he realized he didn't understand the problem, so he decided to pull the topic back to his area of familiarity. He thought about it and continued with the previous question:

“So what's the difference between a meeting with the highest authority and a meeting with the lowest authority? ”

“The difference is so great that the highest privileged participants can use that hierarchy of power in the meeting, where the ancestors have unlimited veto power, and he can even force the end of the meeting," Ovina glanced at him: "Just like you did. ”

Brando could not help but sympathize with Her Majesty's miserable rush: "Does she not know? ”

“I may or may not know, but even if I did, I didn't know your authority would be this high. Her origins should come from Odin, the leader of the Land Corps and the elder of the Truth Council, who was second only to the ancestors, and if you weren't there, she would have gotten everything she wanted --”

“What does she want? ”

“I guess she wants to reopen the Truth Parliament. ”

Brando looked at the spirit with a frown: "You said that. ”

Ovina shook her head: “I said that a permanent parliament, just as it was before the Sixth Century, with a permanent parliament, Barberta would be permanently present in this world, and there would be long-standing congregational gods, and eventually the electors and promisers of your time would grow up to be the next generation of gods, embracing an ancient heritage. ”

Brando couldn't help but stand still. Isn't that great? According to the plan of the Silver Queen, if Barberta were to survive, civilization would eventually return to a high altitude, at least no less than before the age of mortals, as the heavenly electorate grew.

Isn't that a lot better than right now?

Why is the Silver Queen so sneaky?

He couldn't help but say, “What's wrong with that? ”

Unexpectedly, Ovina gave me this question, and she gave it half a thought before answering: "Didn't the Bukas tell you how the age of mortals differs from the time when God walked above the earth? ”

Brando stunned and wondered why he knew he had met Tullaman, but then realized that his alliance with the Bukas was clearly no secret.

He remembered what Tulaman had told himself, which seemed to have something to do with it, but he still did not understand what that had to do with it.

Is it true that the civilization of the world is so weak that it can cope with the growth of chaos?

“I have difficulty answering this question,” replied Ovina. "Before the Truth Council closed, my master and I fought at dusk and did not participate in the last meeting, and they were supposed to have made a decision at that meeting, on the basis of which I could only speculate, but any question would ultimately face the test of right and wrong, so ultimately it was good or bad, and I had no answer. ”

At this moment Brando suddenly thought of the wise man, Ellenta, of the sacred covenant, of the Buga, who kept his mouth shut about everything that happened on the final battlefield, which implicitly gave rise to some enlightenment, but could not be certain.

He shook his head gently, an age of apocalypse that seemed to make it difficult for anyone to see the way forward, and what the Silver Queen might have seen, forcing her to make such a resolute choice but eventually died in her own hands.

He asked himself whether what he had done was right or wrong, as if there were no answers, but at least not worse than what had happened in the game, about which he had no choice but to ask.

Where should mortals go? Perhaps only mortals themselves can answer that question.

“Well," Brando finally straightened out his mind and asked, “I have one last question, which is the most urgent answer I need to know right now, and I want to ask, did the Silver Queen include me among the three sponsors when she started the meeting? ”

“Of course not," Ovina replied without hesitation, "as far as I can tell, she's never even considered you an opponent, and she cares about your Odin heritage, but that's all, inheritance, descent, it's the same thing. ”

Speaking of which, she couldn't help laughing: “But she's a little dumb. If you don't have the blood of the people of God, how could Odin pass it on to you? If you're not the Chosen One or the Promiser, no mortal can enter the Truth Parliament, no matter how hard he tries. ”

Brando didn't find it funny, but his face actually sank. Only Sy noticed a change in the face of her lord, and her subconscious came a little closer.

“So who sponsored the meeting? Is Sy attending as Tianqing's knight?” Brando asked.

“Of course Sy doesn't count,” Ovina immediately denied: "Although Tianqing's knights generally participate in the meeting, this time we exist as a recorder, not as a participant, according to the rules, the recorder does not participate in the meeting. ”

“If I recall correctly, that Prince Augustus should be a chosen man…" Brando recalled that most of the chosen men were defective, that His Royal Highness seemed to be a manic patient, and judging by his strength and performance, it was not difficult to draw this conclusion.

“So besides him and Her Majesty, who was the third participant? ”

“I don't know much about that, but the other side has a lot of authority, not worse than Her Majesty.” Ovina shook her head.

“Is he here?” Brando asked immediately.

“He's not here, but I think he should be in the city. ”

Brando took a deep breath and concealed a possibility in his heart.

Why would the Silver Queen know Roman?

Why would she deliberately invite Roman to the Empire?

Why has Princess Gloria ever been sighted near Prague?

And why did his grandfather never tell him all about himself?

It's all too coincidental.

It was as if the broken chains were connected to each other, and the consequences of the matter automatically came to his mind, and he had some hidden regrets, perhaps it would be a serious mistake to let little Roman come here this time.

When I think of Roman as possibly the baby girl 60 years ago and the big secret lurking on her, Brandoton feels unable to sit down, and his subconscious mind goes outside the Rose Garden.

But Metisa and Charles immediately stopped him, who, though not as close as Sy, were constantly watching the movement of their lord, and whose Nathan conversation with Ovina was able to hide it from the average man, but who, as a brigadier creature closely associated with Brando, could hear it.

“Lord, you can't go out. ”

“Lord, what do you want? It's a little late for the weather. Miss Coward's puppies won't recognize you as her master outside, not to mention God knows what the cults are doing out of town now--”

Metissa looked at Brando with a slightly gloomy face and whispered, “Lord, are you worried about Miss Roman? ”

Brando glanced at her and nodded silently, but for a variety of reasons, it was difficult for him to say for a moment.

He was about to say something, but he had an extra look in his eyes.

The witch, whom she had previously met at the Cat and Beard Inn, appeared in front of the front door of the White Rose Garden at some point, slowly crossing the crowd, and no one beside her even asked, as if the latter should have appeared here.

The witch came to Brando and looked at him silently. She waited a while before she said, “Roman, something's wrong. You have to get out of here now. ”

Brando's stuck.

It was as if this woman had a sharp dagger in her words and stabbed him in the most fearful spot when she opened her mouth.

He took a deep breath almost before returning to God and looked at each other and asked: "Who are you? ”

The witch did not hesitate to remove the veil, and Brando almost thought he saw several faces between that moment, some of which he was even familiar with, as if he had met them somewhere recently.

But at the end of the day, he saw what they really looked like.

“You…”

Princess Gloria is not as beautiful as her niece Griffin, of Pokémon descent, in the excellent lineage of the Corkava royal family, or even ordinary.

But her temperament is rarely seen by Brando. Perhaps the life of a witch over the years has engulfed her with a mysterious breath, which the lady feels is very difficult to describe and describe in short words.

Brando has only seen a similar temperament in one person, and that person is now in front of him.

She had another name between the countryside of Butch, and the locals called her Lady Asaia, but in front of Roman and him, she called herself Aunt Jenny.

This is a middle-aged woman, and yet the years leave little trace on her face.

“Aunt Jenny...”

“You should have guessed who I am," Princess Gloria replied, "and now I allow you to use my real name, and what I'm going to tell you is -- you're basically right about all the guesses in your heart, Roman was raised by me, and maybe you have a lot of doubts in your mind, but now you have to listen to me and get out of here right now. ”

“Why?” Brando stuck.

Others also frowned at each other, and the quicker-reacting Princess Silver Elf and Charles had implicitly guessed each other's identities, while Sy and Medfis were alert.

As for Andrig, before that, he beat up an arrears and revealed his lower half pointed canine teeth.

“There's no time, but I'll explain it to you," Gloria said with some seriousness on her face: “You go find Nederweyn and Walla, and I'm going to borrow the Royal Cruz Remote Transmission Array. ”

“They won't agree, that's the secret of the Cruz royal family," Brando shook his head immediately, and he would never leave Roman without knowing what was going on.

“They will," Gloria said as if to ignore his attitude: "You are the new Emperor of the Empire, if they do not wish the two Emperors to die on the same day. ”

“What!”

“Ma'am, what did you say? ”

Not only Brando, but everyone around him was stunned, and even Faina, who had never intervened, couldn't bear to make a sound.

“Apart from the fact that the Silver Queen gave you the Ring of Supremacy, you are His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire, and no one can stain this position until you die, which is the rule specified by Jill the King of Fire, even the nobles of Cruz and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cannot disobey, so you tell Nederweyn and Walla and let me talk to them. ”

Brando was silent.

Hiddenly he felt something was wrong, but his right hand held tight to the Blade of Fire handle represented his mood at the moment.

Princess Gloria looked at him silently and shook her head: “Brando, don't be rude. You'll see how important these words are to you today. ”

“Aunt Jenny," Brando hesitated for a moment, choosing the name he was more familiar with, except he never dreamed that he would meet Roman again and it would happen in this situation.

“You should understand that I cannot abandon Roman in any way, whatever happens to her, I will find her...” He stopped and said with some difficulty: "Even if she dies, I will at least see my fiancée's body. ”

Gloria watched this young man with determination.

She didn't know how to talk for a while.

“She's not dead,” the first princess of the kingdom sighed, “I promise you, Roman will be fine, but you have to get out of here first, okay? ”

“Bad.”

Brando still shook his head.

In fact, he had planned to force him across the city to look for Roman, and although his conversation with Ovina was only for a few moments, he was already in a hurry.

But this is when suddenly someone in the Rose Garden screamed, "Martha, look at the moon! ”

Everyone turned around unconsciously, and they opened their eyes ——

That round of the dark moon hanging in the sky was actually falling.

The whole world seemed to resonate with it, trembling slightly.

That scene.

As if the end had come.

But Brando rarely felt that he had seen the same scenery there.

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(PS: It took a lot of time today to sort out the ideas and write the outline of this volume. It was a little late. After writing it, I found it was 10: 00, my heart was stuck...