The Amber Sword

It took a lot of effort for Lord Rosalind to wake up and turn around. The first thing he woke up with was for the knights to hold themselves and come to Brando with complexity. Wearing fat, he crawled respectfully, intending to kiss Brando's boots so as to plead guilty to each other, the dignity of the Rosalind family and his dignity, as if at this moment he could not care less.

In fact, of course, this lord thinks that in front of the young man in front of him, these are nothing - he is not the most distinguished of all the heads of Rosalind, but at least his brain is not foolish, and this moment has been fully understood, even though he was a little frightened before.

Neither the captain of his own guard nor the young man in front of him, according to the proverb around Jiufeng, is above the legendary cloud peak. For these people, as long as the Rosalind family does not want to be removed from the Rain Swallow Plains, they must not be offended.

His heart was filled with regret, he promised to cooperate with the people of the haunted car, his heart was filled with the thought that the other side would shelter himself, and he thought so himself: in the far realm of the Emperor Yuyan Plain, even the power of the Royal Family of Jiufeng can not take him. After all, the extreme sword saint of Yufeng will not easily reach outside the country, and those people also need to prevent the sword saint of the haunted car from carrying out calculations and ambushes on them outside the border.

And being favored by ghost cars on this land is a great thing for the Rosalind family.

But he never thought that people would have to worry about the future. Nine Phoenix's royal family really hasn't done much yet, but he kicked a straight iron plate on his own territory. Looking at the two real people on the cloud in front of him, Lord Rosalind's heart was very delicate - although one of them was his own captain of the guard, or the captain of the avant-garde, but he had not lost his mind, his mind was like a mirror, he understood that a man like Boban could never really willingly stay in a small place like Rosalind, he might be able to hide his name as captain of the family until he had revealed his identity, but after he showed his true strength, a place like Rosalind could no longer hold each other.

Even if it really doesn't make any sense to stay here, it will cause unnecessary trouble to the family. Don't say that his already glorious family, even the famous large families on the Yuyan Plains, may not be able to provide enough stage for each other.

It's not a game that the Rosalind family can get into.

He was sober and did not report such fantasies, and while he had previously wondered why the other party had hidden his name in the Rosalind family - perhaps for that secret in his own family, or for any other reason - none of this mattered at this point.

What really matters is that as a smart man he must understand his current situation, wherever and whenever he is, as his father, the previous generation of Rosalind, taught him, even though he is now half a hundred years old himself, but still remembers this lesson with great vigour.

He remembers his father as one of the most distinguished heads of the Rosalind family, far less than he is, but he is at least a little better, that is, self-aware.

At this moment, the ghost car's favor is overwhelming, because if he doesn't do it, he's afraid there won't be any future.

The lord of Rosalind doesn't know Brando, so does Blank.

He looked at himself and could say that the great lord trembled and knelt down, lowered his head to kiss the dust on Brando's boots, his face was immobile, he was not a cold-blooded man, but he was also the lord of a country, and there were no certain naive thoughts in his heart.

He understood in his heart that if the other party was to survive in this troubled place, the Swallow Plains, it had to be a weak party with an attitude that had nothing to do with dignity, because in the absence of the necessary strength, it was actually superfluous and, on the contrary, harmful.

As Lord Rosalind thought, since he had demonstrated the strength of extreme swordsmanship, he could no longer stay in this place. He was finally leaving, unable to shelter this somewhat broken family left by the old lord, and after he left, he had to rely on his own strength to stand in the Swallow Plains.

Jiufeng may not be a world respected by the strong, but in the Yuyan plain, such ideas are popular, and Blank has been immersed in this cultural atmosphere for decades, more or less inevitably influenced by such ideas.

But Brando didn't necessarily agree, especially when looking at this fat guy crawling down in front of himself like a ball kissing his boots, both psychologically and physiologically, he was a little unbearable, just holding his hand, three silver threads spawned in the sky to fight this lord.

“No, I'm not that small.” Brando looked at each other and replied.

Lord Rosalind looked up at him with uncertainty, looking at Blank beside him. Blank nodded at him and replied, "Listen to Mr. Brando, he's not going to be hard on you after I've had sex with him. ”

Lord Rosalind's face changed for a while before finally relieving himself. He looked at Brando and looked at his guard captain. His heart was full of regrets. When he thought that he was leading a group of 'ants' to provoke each other, he couldn't help but live in the back teeth for a bit of acid, while crying out in his heart for bad luck.

But who would have guessed that a young man who looked but was in his early twenties would have that strength?

The guy who called the genius that came out of the millennium, the ghost car was called Rookie. The ghost car bragged about his lack of underground power in the sky. He was also neglected for some time before he saw the higher power, and was amazed at the strength of the young man.

But now he can't help but cry out in his heart: “What the hell kind of genius has come out of a thousand years has really brought his age to the dog...” He has put his responsibility to mistakenly judge Brando's strength in his heart and pushed it onto this ghost car family, the most outstanding genius of a thousand years.

Unfortunately, what he doesn't know, and not to mention how the genius of the Ghost Car turned out, is that Brando's strength is real enough to hang out, and the world will probably never find a second.

But without a chance, he wasn't the only one who thought so, and Blank was amazed at Brando's strength. However, he was not lamented by the absolute power of the Brando Pole. He was not as ignorant as the former, knowing that there were inheritances in Warnde from ancient times that could rapidly improve a person's strength, which were not required for ordinary people, but were less rare for the descendants of the Imperial Allied Coalition Marshals.

At least he knew that in the battlefield of the last war, Lord Darus and Her Majesty should have been inherited in connection with the Dragon of Darkness.

But what really amazes the deputy marshal of the coalition is Brando's swordsmanship landscape, something that only takes time to accumulate and work with remarkable talent. In his dealings with each other, he can easily feel that the swordsmanship of the marshal's descendants has reached its final step, just one step away from the highest realm of a warrior.

Such a sword saint is not without Warnd, not even in Cruz, at least as far as he knows there are several within the Empire, but as old as Brando as twenty - even before fifty - none.

For a freak like Brando, Blank only sighs in his heart, just like his grandfather, because of the Duluth family's monster blood.

Brando looked at Lord Rosalind, who stood there to congratulate him, and understood in his heart that he was supposed to be ‘persuading’ each other. Of course, he knew in his heart which Imperial Deputy Marshal Blank was responsible for this. Although he did not know what the attitude of the other was, at least for now, it should be considered friendly.

He looked back at the phoenix fire and the little girl was staring at it. She had some anticipation in her dark eyes. Brando knew what the Royal Highness of Jiufeng wanted to ask herself, and he nodded.

Turning his head again, he asked Lord Rosalind, “Although I know it was just a misunderstanding between us, Lord, I also know it wasn't accidental, right? ”

Lord Rosalind suddenly jumped in his heart, knowing that he was not an idiot, and although he had anticipated the problem in his heart, it was still inevitable that the shell was stuck.

He understood that no matter what he answered, he was bound to offend either side, and he hoped once that Brando would not ask the question, but he also knew that, just as he knew that the other existed, the young man could not have been unaware of their existence.

Seriously, he was more reluctant to take the Sinner's Car than he was to, because the Rosalind family had to stand on the Plains, and even if the young man had promised to shelter him, he would not be able to stay here at all times. But ghost cars have taken root here for many years, their sphere of influence has long been deeply rooted, and it is not wise for anyone who wants to earn a living on this land to choose a sinner car.

But more realistically, if he dares to say nothing, he thinks the Rosalind family will vanish even further.

The young man seems to speak better, but who knows if his sword speaks as well? There may also be compassion and kindness for the young, but that doesn't mean they're stupid.

“I…”

He opened his mouth and said stubbornly, "Yes… yes…"

“That means that you and your knights are not coming to my trouble because I made a scene in your hotel this afternoon, but because of something else, right? ”

“This…”

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