The Amber Sword

“Better people?” Brando has some doubts. “But as far as I know, shouldn't the Timorese be the most knowledgeable native of the White Cape?” As he spoke, he cast his eyes towards the fog.

“In theory, yes, or indeed in this area.” Miss Fairy replied in a bland voice, "but not necessarily with regard to an individual, for example, I myself know the world better than the Timothians. ”

Brando couldn't help but pick an eyebrow. The fairy lady is said to possess a third of the world's library knowledge, not to mention her understanding of the shallow sea, not to mention the Tyrmouth, even if she is the great librarian of the Buga - a silver scholar, I'm afraid.

“Miss Tata, you mean that person is you?... but the dragon won't notice you? ”

The fairy lady shook her head gently: "I'm just giving you an example. The man is a guest of Yongdong Harbor, and you'll see him soon. He doesn't know much less about the element barrier than I do, so you don't have to worry about his abilities. ”

“Well,” Brando asked, "where is this gentleman? ”

The tower bounced forward with a clear ripple through Brando, spreading outside the tent. And then she looked back at Brando, and she said, “He's in the port of Eternal Winter, and you don't have to leave right away. Time is passing at a rate of a few tenths of the outside world, so I suggest you stay and fix it. After all, the journey to the elemental world is not as safe as people think. And I have something for you, but before I do, I suggest you attend a flotilla trade, and as for that gentleman, I'll arrange a meeting there. ”

“A bargain between the flotillas?” Brando asks, "Is it the Tyrmouth trade fair? ”

The tower nodded: "The Timothy people live indefinitely and float at at sea for many years. When they meet each other, it is a very valuable opportunity to exchange experiences, charts and some essentials, so such transactions often occur on the light road, and secondly, when the Timothy meet the travel magicians, they tend to notify the nearby convoys to converge and hold a larger trade. ”

“Travel magician?” Brando asked carefully.

In fact, he has been interested in this since he heard the White Mist description, not to mention that the Fountain of Youth has appeared at the trade fair, and he himself is eager to get some gear to improve his strength. This trip to the local elemental landscape will surely be handled by Dragon Queen, his own power, though already comparable to the extreme, is not enough to see in the realm of sage.

At the time of taking the war tablet, he had already broken a 7788 piece of ordinary equipment in the White War, so even the lowest level of magic equipment was desperate to get it out first.

“Just as human seafarers need to prepare food and fresh water before sailing, the Timorese need to prepare a wide variety of pure elements along the light path, not the ferocious elemental forces that make the door manageable, but the basic elements of orderliness, which basically can only be provided by the brigade magician. ”

Brandomer nodded silently, knowing in his mind that the so-called foundational element was the element produced by his landmark, which was indeed very different from the element that made the door powerful.

This was made clearer precisely because he was an element himself.

When the ripples spreading from Miss Fairy's fingertips came out of the tent, were the tent drapes lifted open by a short, fat hand? The old Timothian Elder, who led Brando through, drilled in from outside the tent. It bowed deeply to those present, even to Brando, as the White Fog put it - and the Tillmos saw no lesser position as a brigadier than a wise man or even a wise man in the clan.

Then the elder straightened his short, fat body and looked at the fairy lady.

“Elder Cabe, you take Mr. Brando to the cathedral for dinner," Tata said to him. "Arrange another fleet, and we'll leave before we upgrade in July, at least until then, through the misty waters. ”

Elder Tyrmouth, known as Elder Cabe, nodded, but his short, fat hand did not leave his chest at all, just flanked his body, and bent back to Brando, making a very personal ‘please’ move. Even though Brando does not know the Tyrmouths, he understands that this obviously human courtesy is not what they deserve, and that the other party did so merely to show respect for him.

He whispered a quick thank you.

But before leaving, Brando gave another gift to the sage lord and the elf queen, a gift that had nothing to do with identity and was merely a tribute from the heart. He clearly understood what they were going to do to seal the twilight.

“I wish you success first, Mr. Brando," said the Elf Queen with a smile. “You will surely save Miss Roman. ”

Ellanta nodded slightly, and then the figure faded until it disappeared.

If the fairy missed the scene, she waved her hand gently, prompting Elder Cabe to take the latter away.

……

The cabin's wooden deck was narrow and dark, sloping slowly towards one side, and the sea slammed on the side of the boat, as if not to break these decayed wooden boards. The whole boat made a frightening squeaky noise that seemed likely to break apart at any moment. Brando looked out through the starboard window at the surface of the shocking waves, white waves racing after each other, forming mountainous waves, storms, several tap warships hidden, sometimes completely underneath the waves, leaving almost only a bare mast on the surface.

Such a storm is much more severe than the 'little wind waves' he saw on the sea of Naga, even the white mist of the gods, and it is much worse than the last time the lady crossed the sea of mist, as if unusual weather were heralding something.

Only Miss Fierce can continue to be heartless —— as they all share -- the fairy sits at the desk, purposefully licking her fingers, she licks them from her right little finger, her pink little tongue cleverly not letting go of any corner with sugar water, until she licks them up to her thumb ——

As Brando listened, the leprechaun licked his fingers and squeaked loudly, gently lowering the knife and fork in his hand - the sturgeon meat in the wood plate was cut neatly and placed on ice, poured on fresh red, textured fish meat and fermented with Tyrmouth seal fat and fish eggs.

This dish, called 'Custica’, is one of the most important Tyrmouths dishes of the festival. Rare and more difficult to catch, the water elemental tuna is the first rare ingredient in the shallow sea and throughout Warnde; the flesh of the elemental tuna is fat and resilient, with a hint of cold and refreshing taste, and the taste of the fermented sauce of the Tyrmouths is insightful.

Outside the window came the sound of a formation of horns, Brando turned his head and swept the remainder of his perspective onto the surface of the Tyrmouth's tap warship, sending a stream of light that broke through the wind, penetrating the turbulent waves and pitch-black waters into the rain fog ahead.

“What happened?” He couldn't bear to ask.

The Timorese moved quickly, organizing a large convoy in just a few hours, but the convoy did not go directly to the end of Cape White, but first sailed north - the nearby Timorese convoy had been notified in Yongwinter Harbor to come to the trade fair, which was said to be situated in the skeletal waters - in an area north of Yongwinter Harbor that had been covered by storms all year round.

Brando doesn't know why the Timorese chose to trade in fleets in places like this, and he would obviously choose an area where the weather is quieter, at least better, but he rarely guessed through the behavior of these natives - as it is now.

The white fog grabbed a shallow seaweed with its claws, raised its head and placed it in its mouth, and a fluctuation of intense water elements emanated from under her fur. She closed her eyes comfortably and then replied, "We're going somewhere, they're notifying the nearby fleet. ”

“A fleet of other clans? ”

The fog nodded.

“Why would they choose to trade in a place like this?” Brando frowned and looked out at the lightning, wind and rain mixing scene, far from the sky clouds almost perpendicular to the sea, lightning meticulously connected to the waves, reflecting the sea water.

The scene looks spectacular, but people who are in a situation don't usually feel that way, they just feel like the end is coming.

Brando is a little better, but also less accustomed, as if the terrestrial nation, however brave it may be, could never adapt to the changing nature of the sea.

Andersha, who stood outside the door several times, even Brando saw the shepherd's impatience. She had the divine blood of Finlidos in her body. After botanization, she became more fond of the 'earth' and less comfortable with this life as if it had no roots.

Just like this moment, she pushed the door open again and walked in. The ship that Brando was on was not a Tyrmouth warship - in fact, the big ship, the Oberwolf, was the flagship of the convoy, and it was somewhat odd in shape, unlike any type of sail or berry that Brando had ever seen, but rather a platform at sea - it was just wood and magically reinforced. That's why the room on this boat is at least as spacious as Brando's, which is not as pretty as his office in Valhalla, but at least much better than the black-painted corridor outside.

Although Ms. Andersa's appearance has long been unusual, her aesthetics have not changed much, and she is also pursuing a comfortable and comfortable life.

Even if staying in a room with Brando makes her feel slightly uncomfortable.

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