The Amber Sword

Khusaf followed Boban through a long corridor, and after passing an arch, the bright light poured in from outside filled his field of vision, causing him to squint his eyes slightly before he could see a small courtyard appearing in front of him. The courtyard is surrounded by a corridor, in the middle ceiling of the castle, with a blue sky above its head, which is probably why it took quite a long way in the dark, which is a bit dazzling.

A fine garden in the courtyard, he saw two people sitting in the center of the garden, one in a black silk robe with white hair and a slightly blessed figure, a chunky gold necklace dripping from the back of his neck folding several layers of leather to his chest, a green and somewhat astonishing emerald gemstone on the fall.

This emerald is called ‘Heart of the Ancient Tree' and is a heritage of the Rosalind family. It is also a symbol of the head of the family, so naturally the identity of this person is self-evident. Khusaf had not seen his lord for some time, and it was only then that he realized that the other party appeared to be a bit old.

“The lord is old enough not to know when he will return to the arms of the goddess.” The thought of the old lord, who knew that the old lord had two sons and that his eldest son had earned his trust, could not help but confront Boban. After all, he is the swordsmanship teacher of the son of the lord, and the old lord does not necessarily feel that such an arrangement is appropriate, but in that case he is neither dared nor qualified to speak out.

His eyes fell again on the lady sitting beside the ancient tree, and although it was not the first time he had seen each other, Xaf could not help but feel unconsciously dazed.

It was a very special woman, and she seemed a little quiet, because her wounded and pale face added to her weakness, a beautiful dark hair hanging uncovered over her shoulders and a white robe, making her look holy as a goddess.

However, the beauty of the woman differed greatly from that of the Nine Phoenix. Although her skin was white, her tall, straight nose and purple eyes showed that she was not a native of the Swallow Plains.

Perhaps this is a goddess, and Xaf couldn't help but think that she had fallen from the sky with a white light and fell into the courtyard of Castle Rosalind, attracting the attention of even the ghost cars. The old lord thought it was God's will and a good omen, although a strange attack on Rosalind took place shortly afterwards.

Of course, no one would associate the strange attack on Rosalind with this weak lady, at best thinking it might be a sign that Lord Martha ordered the Rosalind to return to the land of the Swallow Plains, otherwise why would the power of the Ghost Car appear on this barren land, the power of the Nine-headed Bird in the Swallow Plains be the king underground?

Xaf looked at the old lord with some jealousy and swore that the mythological description of the beauty of the goddesses might not be as good as that of the woman in front of him.

Unfortunately, the beauty of the other party certainly does not belong to him. He has only known her as Delphine so far. The guards in the subconscious Castle of Rosalind have treated the other party as the new hostess of the castle. Anyway, the old lord's original name died more than a decade ago.

Except that the Lord's eldest son has quite a few words for it--

“Nor do we know if our Lord is capable.” Looking at the two, Xaf couldn't help but think with some gloom that the old lord, as if he had rejuvenated and energized himself in front of Delphine, was talking about something so much that he could please the latter.

It was not until they entered the garden that Lord Rosalind finally noticed them, as if they had been interrupted somewhat uncomfortably, but when he saw Boban, one of his most trusted men, his face eased considerably. “My dear Captain of the Guard, and Xaf, I remember you as a boy. How was your poor ride? ”

“It hurts so badly, I can't bear to see my old buddy tortured and give it a good time. I buried it outside the port of Rosalind, where it died in battle, and the soul should haunt the land, and I changed a new mount, and the new little one suited my heart, Lord.” Kusaf hurried back and took a step back in the courtesy.

“Well, your loyalty and bravery are in my eyes, and no one will dare question your contribution to the Rosalind family," said the old lord with a gentle smile on his face: “You are here just in time, and the wizard told me Miss Delphine is well recovered today and can get some air out of the room. ”

Delphine looked at the two men with a somewhat puzzling divine look on their faces, as if curiously with a hint of subconscious self-protection of a teenage girl, a weak expression that could not help but stir the hearts of all those who saw them - except, of course, the tall, thin, cold face as if there was no interest in everything outside.

She immediately felt in her subconscious that the person was very threatened, but her face naturally revealed a somewhat shy, courteous smile to the two of them, as if she were a truly unspeakable girl.

Brando might be surprised to see this scene here, not close to his chin —— this is the crazy woman he knew hysterically trying to avenge his old friend? Or did you calmly help him deal with the Silver Queen's prime minister?

If he happens to have witnessed the scene, his subconscious will surely tell him immediately that he should keep his distance from this woman.

Unfortunately, he was not here, and yet two of the three men present, with the exception of Bo Ban, fell into this confusing disguise. Khusaf hurried back and swore he had never been so nervous and officially a knight's salute in his life.

The old lord nodded his head and looked at the bobban beside him - a middle-aged man who was actually not hostile to Delphine, just didn't care. He was well aware of the thoughts of his most trusted man and asked, “So, Captain, what happened? ”

……

Just as Ksaf recapitulated what happened to them that morning on the banks of the Chusanze River, Brando was measuring the lobby of the Storm Shadow Inn - a four-story wooden hotel built by the pier, with an open area on a plaza with white stone slabs to open up the army, followed by the harbour of Rosalind, facing the sea.

This is a good place to go for a roundabout, and I have to say, they pick places quite well, and they're a bit brainy.

Unfortunately, it doesn't make any sense.

Although, according to Nassin, this is a relatively light time for business activities in Rosalind, the hotel is still overcrowded, which is probably the reason for the influx of refugees outside Rosalind, not all of whom are destitute, and a large proportion of whom are mills and estate owners outside Rosalind, who naturally cannot live in the same shelter as real refugees, except those with properties in the city.

Brando turned back to remind her to follow herself carefully. In places like hotels and bars that are well-informed and mixed with dragon snakes, the phoenix fire, although only 10 years old this year, has escaped from being a beautiful embryo. Perhaps someone with short eyes can get into trouble manually.

Of course, he wasn't uncomfortable with the phoenix fire. After all, he knew that the little girl was already a swordsman of the heavenly realm, but he just didn't want to tear down the hotel because of something like that.

Fortunately, Phoenix Fire does not seem to be the first place to go in or out of, behaves in a regular manner and tends to follow behind him. It seems that she and Mr. Liu's experience along the way is also rewarding.

However, the appearance of the two caused a disturbance, Brando said, and his appearance here is a different kind, perhaps not uncommon in the Rain Swallow Plains because there are always shipping routes and trade routes in the dark sea with the wind elves of St. Osor.

But near Rosalind, even Madara's dead spirit had an Oriental face, and those who had seen the Vaughands were really Phoenix.

Not to mention that the Phoenix Fire is the pearl of the palm of the King of Nine Phoenixes, inheriting the finest gene of the jade phoenix, the eyebrows as if painted, the skin as white as porcelain and a bright blue silk are not compatible with ordinary adventurers.

Although she had obeyed Brando's advice enough to wear traveller's clothes in a low profile, it was still noticeable among these filthy sailors, mercenaries and adventurers as if they were getting lights in the dark.

Feeling the strange look around her, the phoenix fire also appeared a little nervous, she couldn't help but speed up the pace and whispered: “Brother...”

This is their agreed identity, after all, even Mr. Liu would not dare to let Brando impersonate the guardian of the phoenix fire - although it might not seem wrong to Brando himself.

In terms of the age of the two, it also seems that only the siblings are less suspicious, not to mention Brando's noble qualities (in fact, the spiritual qualities of modern people), which make him incompetent to serve as a protégé for the adorable Laurie, which looks like a very promising job.

Brando turned around and patted her on the shoulder, indicating she didn't have to worry.

Then he raised his head and glanced coldly at the storm shadow lobby. An invisible momentum suddenly sprayed out of him, and the hidden lines of the silver rule spread out in the middle of the space like flickering scales of fish. Those drunkards who had just risen from their position and were about to shake in this direction, like falling into an ice cave, were dripping from head to foot in a basin of ice water, sitting back on their seats.

In an instant, the loud lobby of the hotel was silent.

……