The Amber Sword

Brando knows that fairies can be more interested than stars in the sky, that they can talk longer than the Holy River of the Pokémon flowing in St. Osor, and that they can't stop talking in your ear for three days and three nights if it sparks their curiosity.

It's a big trouble that's not going to suck at dusk.

Brando saw the fairy and was about to open her mouth, hurrying out a honey ball from the pouch and stuffing it in her mouth with three fingers. The little fairy suddenly opened her eyes and whimpered in protest, but the honey inlet instantly melted and she quickly squeezed her eyes, like a cat touched on the head.

“Hmm... is there more?” She asked vaguely.

“Enough for you to eat from morning to night, but if you don't eat fast, they'll melt.” Brando replied.

These sugars were originally snacks from Lord Roman, and the vast majority of them were plundered from Little Fat Dragon Starr. In order to satisfy this little fat dragon's request, Brando was opening a sugar factory in Tonigal, and Miss Merchant unnecessarily split half of the shares, not gold coins, but half of the production.

He still remembers when Little Fat Dragon cried so badly to find justice for himself that he was thrown out by Shipamira.

It follows that self-inflicted sin cannot be lived.

The fairy thought Brando's words were true. She hastily accelerated the pace of eating. It was only a pity that her teeth were small and white, but she couldn't bite enough. She could only lick them with her tiny tongue on a giant sugar ball. Good thing here the fairies were simply happy. She quickly forgot something else in them.

It's just that from time to time you stick out your little slap and suck the honey out of your five fingers. It's really not elegant.

Malocha shook her hair and let the fairy slide from her head to her back, also looking scared that the little guy would get honey onto her head.

“A crystal stag,” the white mist looked at Malocha, sighing in his mouth: "They are elemental creatures born in the shallow sea, and I didn't expect you to have such a summons. ”

Andersha watched Brando summon Malocha with some awe. She didn't know much about the Brigadier Master, but the less she knew, the more she feared this powerful and mysterious power.

“Malocha, can it take us to the Tyrmouths?” Brando asked.

“Of course," White Mist answered with certainty, "they are the best guide in the mist, and some Timothians have a good relationship with crystal stags, and their superstitions bring good luck. ”

“Can it take us directly to the Mountain of the Storm? ”

The fog shook its head: “I don't know, I've only been here two or three times with the witch queen. ”

Brando turned around and said to Malocha, "We need to find the Tyrmouths. Malocha, can you find them? ”

The tall stags nodded: "My lord, I know where they will go, and the Timorese will hunt sharp seals in the misty waters near the shores of the mirror, but they will not appear every day, but with any luck they will leave a light path there where we can find the Timorese route through the misty light path. ”

“Don't the Tyrmouths have a fixed foothold? ”

“They are seafarers, they have a huge fleet of ships that march along the path of light and only occasionally stop on floating ice or islands.” It stopped: “In fact, Lord, I am not the best guide to finding the Tyrmouths, Miss Mias is. ”

“She?” Brando turned to look at the leprechaun lying on Malocha's back, who was fighting his own sugar ball and had no time for it.

“The fairies have a good relationship with the Timorese, who admire the Elemental Lord, and the fairies are the pets of the Elemental Position, who think they are gods, and sometimes there are many fairies on the ships of the Timorese.” Marocha replied, "The fairies can always find the Tyrmouths, and their woven bareboats can go straight through the light path to reach the Tyrmouths' foothold. ”

Brando reached over the fairy's head and dotted, “Malocha, can you find your way to the Mount of the Storm's Rest? ”

“The White Cape leads to the Storm Mountain of Rest, my lord, but as it passes through a sea of ice, there are a bunch of rear whales that stop the sea, and only the Tyrmones can bypass them. ”

“Just a bunch of rear whales? ”

“That's elemental whales, and I advise you not to imagine their size," White Mist replied, "I had the privilege of seeing them once, a young whale, drilling out of the mist, just to the left of our fleet. It had bigger eyes than our entire fleet, and the little guy had no interest in us, and soon left with his own mother. ”

“The lady is right.” Marocha replied.

Brando sounds a little crazy. Is a whale that big still called a Trident whale? Although the size of the body does not really reflect the strength and weakness of the organism, does it at least show how strong and transverse the physical force of the organism can be to such an extent that it is born to have the level of perfect body?

How can there be such a thing in this world?

He looked at the fairy: “Can she weave a bareboat? ”

Though it doesn't look like much.

Mia the little fairy frowned and shook her head away from his fingers. “Of course not, knitting a bareboat requires a lot of sisters, I can't do it alone. But I know how to call them, and if I ask, they'll come and help. ”

She glanced at Brando: “Our fairy clan is not like you human beings. You ask for reward for everything you do. Sister told me that you human beings are bad eyes, but I accidentally fell for it and you sealed it as a card. ”

“Did your sister tell you that you stuck your own head in it?” Brando didn't look at her well.

“It was to save Lord Malocha. ”

“Did I ask for it? ”

“That's not true.” The fairy shook her head like a wave drum: “But the sugar you gave was delicious and much better than honey. ”

“My sugar is not good at all, it's bad taste sugar. ”

“Sister says sugar is good and bad, but those who give sugar are good and bad.” Mias understands the point.

Brando couldn't help but be conquered by her simple dialectic. “Well, I'm a bad guy who's not going to give you sugar anymore. ”

He didn't think he was finished, the fairy actually cried with a sugar ball, and there were signs that the more he cried, the more he was saddened, gradually evolved into a big cry.

Brandoton had a guilty feeling of robbing Laurie of her lollipop and making her cry. He knew that the fairies were simple and that their brains were not very good, but he didn't expect to cry so much for such a small thing.

“Don't cry,” he hurried. “I was just kidding. ”

“Really?” The fairy stopped crying and looked at him with tears.

Brandoton had a headache and nodded quickly: "But you have to summon your sisters, because I need a bareboat to find the Tyrmouths, Miss Mias, my fiancée has fallen into the wrong hands, and I'm in a hurry, so the sooner the better, okay? ”

“Do I have candy? ”

“Of course there is. Not only do you, but your sisters and I will pay them.” Brando is not stingy about this priceless trade, not to mention that these sugars are originally Sta's and Roman's.

The fairy's eyes turned: “No, they don't like sugar. Give me their share. ”

As soon as her voice had fallen, an angry rushing voice sounded in the air.

“Mias, you're broken with anthropology! ”

Brando looked up stunned and found that sometime, a fairy in a bright crystal long dress floated in the sky, four pairs of thin wings dancing up and down, eyebrows staring vertically at Mias lying on Malocha's back.

The fairies were born with a name, and they were born to know the name of every fairy. Their names were never repeated, and scholars bewitched them for thousands of years, but they still couldn't figure it out.

Then two or three fairies appeared in the air, their costumes were different, they looked like they were changing with ice crystals, and their hair was different, some of which were weirder than the latest fashions Brando had seen in future generations, but the fairies were supposed to be the skippers, and they wanted personality, and every fairy wanted to be different.

Mias jumped so scared, he grabbed his sugar ball and stared at his half-air sisters, one by one calling out their names: "... Futa, thumb, what are you doing here? ”

I'm afraid those who don't know thought she was born and raised here, but the truth is that Mias never saw these people before, except that the fairies were born to know each other, even though they never met before.

This is unjustifiable, but it is true in Warnde.

“Hmm," the fairy dancing up and down in the sky stared at Mias and replied, “There's a battle going on over here, Your Majesty. Let's have a look. ”

When she said that, her eyes didn't live on Mias' honey balls, making her doubt the true purpose of these fairies.

“This is mine.” Mias hurried to assert his sovereignty.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Brando said, “as you heard earlier, we need a bareboat, and if you'd like to help me, I don't mind swapping honey for you. ”

“I'll knit bareboats too," Mias jumped in haste: "You don't have to ask them for help! ”

“You can't make it up by yourself.” The fairies chirped, “Woven bareboats take a lot of people, all of us. ”

“Can you give each of us a reward?” The leprechaun, headed by him, asked.

“One sugar per person.” The other fairies actually sang together.

“Two each.” Brando replied.

“Two each!” The fairies sang joyfully.

“That's my sugar.” Mias was so sad, but she said sooner or later, "I'm going to join the bareboat. ”

“I'll give you three, Miss Mias.” Brando whispered to her in his soul contact that the latter immediately squinted his eyes and saw how friendly Brando's eyes were.

She felt at this moment that her lords were the best human beings in the world.

It doesn't look like my sister is right.

Andersha stared at the deal.

The world of elements is in turmoil, rock bursts fall from the White Cape and are then lifted by invisible magic, rising to the sky. The direction of the Mountain of the Storm's Rest seems to be undergoing a dramatic change, which will inevitably affect the entire world via the position of the elements.

It might even completely change the way the world looks.

But the promised happy fairies ignored it, working and even singing songs:

‘The fairies' boat,

Beautiful and refined.

It's like a float.

And like the stars.

……

The ships of the fairies,

Light and compact.

It passes through the fog.

Sail across the strait again. ’

The elemental world is the home of fairies, and if the shallow sea were to be destroyed by the advent of dusk, they would most likely lose their homes as a result.

Yet the fairies, as if they had no heart for optimism, could not help but exclaim Brando.

He looked up at these little guys in a circle in the air, and the elemental stars converged in their hands, forming a glimmer of bright light, and then converged with each other, quickly forming the outline of a boat. At first, he was worried that the boat these little guys were going to make would be a pocket boat just for them, but he quickly relieved himself that the boat, which was not big enough, that is, a slab size, would at least fit him and Malocha.

At this point, he remembered what he had said before, and suddenly he turned back to White Mist and said, "Why are they called rear whales? Are there species of the same name in the physical world? ”

The fog beamed for a moment before returning: "Because that's what the Timothians call them, they even hunt whales during the hunting season. ”

“Can they hunt those whales?” Brando was a little surprised, so how powerful are the Tyrmos?

“It's their secret," White Mist seemed to see in his mind, explaining: “They're not strong, they're just the power of being born with the boundaries of the elements. ”

“They're not strong, they're just the strength of the boundaries of the elements...” Brando muttered to himself and finally realized that what he saw was just a corner of the world: “Will there be a sage among the tribes of the Tyrmouths? ”

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