The Amber Sword

In Brando's field of view, many colorful fragments begin to appear in the dark. It's like a piece of glass scattered in the dark and reflected in a mirror, reflecting different scenes. These scenes, some of which he had experienced, some of which made him feel strange, continued to emerge and disappear with flashing fragments.

Until a solid light door appeared in front of him.

It was a larger fragment, but it had the shape of a glowing door, and Brando looked inside the door, and the glowing door was like another world:

It is a garden intoxicated in the slightest and wind, carved columns of beams, flowers wrapped around, light singing, ivory white gallery columns hidden between the shades, the scene is a faint light, as if the painting rolls of time had passed, as if everlasting spring were still in the dream.

Brando saw a line of armored guards, flashing silver scales, holding a trident, a silver helmet at the top, staggering each other, with pointed ears behind the silver's armor, and long silver hair spreading down his back like a tassel.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear saying, “Why do you people always like to peek into the inner world of others? Is it true that the king of prophecy is like you? ”

It's a woman's voice, some sand, low and steady, reminiscent of the elves' moonlight wine, long and fragrant and intoxicating.

Brando was slightly stunned and wanted to look around to realize that he couldn't move. But the long darkness made his other senses sharper, and his memories and connections richer, and the voice echoed in his head for a moment, and he recognized its impossible master - a man who should have died a long time ago.

“White?” He can't speak, but the question pops up automatically in his head.

“Is this your memory? ”

“Aren't you dead, or is this my hallucination? ”

“It's your hallucination, this is hell, you're dead, so we can see each other again.” White voices and mood jokes.

“Looks like you're not dead. ”

“I'm not dead, you're lucky, that's why I woke up so fast; I shouldn't have warned you, because it had nothing to do with me anyway. ”

“… what does that mean? ”

“'Cause if you'd said you were the one Martha chose, you wouldn't have had to make me so miserable. You're such a complete idiot. And I didn't expect the winner to be so useless that he almost died in the trial, almost burying me with you--”

“Did you save me? ”

Brando didn't ask why he was still alive, and now he can probably guess a few points.

This woman possesses quite a few elements of the soul, so she can preserve her soul from the shell and lurk on him; this way of being very similar to the way St. Osor left his soul in the holy precepts after the wind, although the former never sought his consent.

“I couldn't save you without me, but I did wake you. ”

“Did you wake me up? ”

Brando gradually recovered his previous memories, remembering the shattered glaciers leaning towards him like the top of Mount Nathai and the rocks caught in the shattered ice, remembering what had happened before he lost consciousness.

“Remember?” See Brando's silence, asked White.

“I remember. ”

“But why am I here? ”

“So you're lucky you're not dead, and this is a strange place, and I have a proposition that we can collaborate--”

Brando is silent. He didn't believe in this woman, and the Black Knight of Madara, although there was nothing bad in history, was the enemy after all.

But Baek seemed to guess his mind and said, "Don't you believe me? It doesn't matter, I have my own way to get you a letter. ”

“What way? ”

“Don't worry, I'll tell you about the collaboration first: I can tell you there's something here, I have to get it, you help me, and I need to borrow your angel's heart bottle. In return, I'll tell you something. ”

“Why do you need my help?” Brando asked back.

White didn't answer.

“So you can't move freely, can you? Where is your soul hidden?” But he's already got the answer.

“So I hated your little wisdom at a time like this, even then. ”

Brando smiled.

“I live in your spiritual world, and I hide very carefully, so you never find me.” Knowing that it was no longer hidden, the white voice replied with hatred.

“How dare you tell me you're not afraid I'll kill you?” Although Brando has made some assumptions, he can't help but be surprised to hear them say so.

In the spiritual world of every human being, everyone is his own master, dreams are only part of the manifestation of the will of every human being, but in which he, too, can demand, live and kill, let alone the world of thought of a travel magician, is entirely an independent world under the control of a travel magician, if he had known that this black knight lady hid it, he could have let her smoke away with only one thought.

There was no explanation, in fact she knew that she had to face such danger when she came forward, but she had to show up. “I'm Metissa's sister.” She said in silence.

“As you said before,” Brando replied heavily, "but are you a dead spirit, a herder, or one of the twelve shepherds? ”

“So is Andersa. You didn't kill her, did you? ”

“That's because of Ms. White Fog's orders, and I don't trust you at all, and you should understand that.” Brando replied that what he said was not a threat, in fact he did not want to make any deals with these cults at all because of his bad impressions of the past in the game.

Although the Black Knight lady has not had much record of turning back in history, her ruthlessness is equally untrustworthy.

There was some hesitation in her heart, and she began to worry that her choice was not the right one, because she knew her destiny was in the hands of the other, and just one thought would keep her alive.

She was afraid Brando was a profoundly disgusting person to cults.

“… I joined the herders for a reason. ”

Brando said slightly: “What? ”

“I can't say any more, that's all I can tell you. I'm not who you think I am. I don't care about other people's lives, but I'm sure you're not that bright,” the white voice replied word for word: "That's all I want to say, and there's not a word more, if you want to kill me, then do yourself a favor--”

“Is this the way you want me to get the letter?” Brando didn't answer her question, just the other way around.

“Not all of them, but not all of them. I have my life in your hands, and you have nothing to worry about.” The white voice replied quite frankly that this was a slight impression on Brando of the woman.

No wonder they became one of the famous Apocalypse Four Knights.

“So what were you trying to use to convince me?” He asked again.

“Don't you want to know what this place is? I can tell you, I can help you get out of here, you don't understand what it means to you, you get unimaginable benefits, and I just want what I want back, and it doesn't help you much. ”

“That's not necessarily true. Maybe what you want is an artifact? Intelligence traders don't make that much money. After all, it's the adventurers and the mercenaries who bleed, isn't it? Besides, I can't guarantee that what you're saying must be true. ”

“I don't despise deliberately deceiving anyone, and you don't deserve it, and there's no hesitation for you, and you have the right to repent at all times.” Answered blankly.

“What?” Brando was surprised. “Now I don't know what you mean, Miss Tiamas. ”

“I've made it perfectly clear that you have the initiative, you can choose to trust me, or you can choose not to trust me, and you can always repent, because I need you to help me get that thing. My collaboration with you is based on your reputation, except I'm betting that you won't cheat on me, a weak woman, and that you will honor this covenant--"

She paused for a moment: "So, can I get you a letter now, Mr. Brando? ”

Brando kept his mouth shut, he had never experienced such generous conditions, and if he really did, even if he got it by then, he wouldn't give it to her, even after the other party had made a deal, whether to kill her or not, it was just between his own thoughts.

Of course, Brando knew that he wasn't so unlimited, but White didn't know that - and he would never hand it over because of that promise if what he was asking was really an important artifact or sacred object.

As he said before, intelligence traffickers always make small sums of money, because they are never the ones who risk their lives.

He may make it up to you, but it's her own business.

But even so, the other side insisted on such an approach, which required not only atmosphere, but also the extreme complacency of the woman.

She obviously has no doubt about her judgment and choice.

But Brando couldn't bear to shake her head and laugh, she looked pretty good.

“You can only get half the letters," he replied, not showing any thoughts in his tone. "If you're not lying, we can take a look. ”

“That's superfluous caution.” I don't give a shit.

This is actually superfluous caution, and Brando can't think of any reason for deception, but it's always good to be careful to sail the boat for 10,000 years.

For the whiteness, he said yes.

“It's up to me anyway, and it won't get any worse for you, will it?” He replied.

……