The Amber Sword

After a thorough overthrow of the Nine Phoenix Royal Family, Lord Rosalind had no reservations, and he immediately ordered his men to return to the castle to retrieve the map of Rosalind's establishment. And for the sake of insurance, he also ordered Kassav - the captain of the knight that Brando had met earlier on the banks of the Chusanze River, one of the last knights to be present, who was fortunate enough to escape a heist at this moment and behave cautiously with arrogance and respect for Brando and the Phoenix Fire - to lead his knights and guard against ghost cars.

But he probably also understands that the probability of a ghost truck moving dramatically to intercept such a map is almost zero, and he did so just to show a low profile of active cooperation.

It has to be said that Brando was quite satisfied with his attitude, which Lord Rosalind did not seem capable of, but at least wise enough, that was enough.

The more at a time like this, he always prefers wise people.

Khusaf and his men quickly left behind only to accompany Brando and Installon and others in the cold wind. After September, even the sea breeze in Port Rosalind appeared a little dry. The cold breeze from the sea caused a sore face, but most of those present did not dare to express their dissatisfaction without Brando's approval.

As the lord of Rosalind, the wide-bodied and fat city owner naturally had excellent respect during the week, not to mention the unpleasant autumn breeze. The weather was a little worse during the week. He was also reluctant to go out, but at this moment the colour of his face seemed as if he could chat with Brando - or rather unilaterally answer each other's questions, it would be a great honor for him.

After all, how many more people in Rosalind can talk to the heavenly people on the top of the clouds anytime, anywhere?

Because of Lord Rosalind's attitude, Brando quickly learned about the situation here, and by the occasional testimony of Coalition Deputy Marshal Blank, he probably had a picture of the haunted car's cooperation with the people here.

As much as he expected, Ghost Cars, as the most powerful force on the Plains of Rain Swallow, and their cooperation with Lord Rosalind were not as frank as imagined, often the Ghost Cars, as a powerful party, rarely exchanged any truly meaningful opinions with the Rosalind side, mostly together with unilateral orders.

Because the Rosalins need their refuge, it is only natural that there is much less cooperation than the other side, since there is a need for human strength.

That being the case, the cooperation between the two sides would not have been as sincere as imagined, otherwise Lord Rosalind would not have immediately moved on to the Phoenix proposal. And Brando noticed that Lord Rosalind was always flashing when it came to this aspect, forcing him to suspect that there was something else in the cooperation between the two sides, but it had nothing to do with him, so he was left to the other side.

Neither questioned nor testified to Marshal Blanc, his greatness surprised Lord Rosalind, and he couldn't help but strengthen his heart on the side of the Nine Phoenix royal family for a moment.

Beyond that, however, the locals obviously don't know much about their collaborators, and Brando's only knowledge of the Haunted Car here is what Mr. Phoenix and Mr. Liu called the genius' honche 'of the Haunted Car clan a thousand years ago, probably staying close to Rosalind at the moment.

And this is the news that Lord Rosalind has yet to fully confirm.

Instead, Phoenix told him that Rookie, as the core figure of the Ghost Car, could be accompanied by two elders at any time. He asked about the strength of these Ghost Car Elders and learned that the other person's level might be similar to that of the current 'Mr. Boban', that is, half the polar power. Of course, combat experience is far worse than that of the veterans of the November War.

Not to mention that Blank, then known as the White Wolf of the Far East, 60 years ago a swordsmanship had become insane, the strongest of the twelve deputy marshals.

Brando shouldn't have a problem dealing with even if the other party might have the strength to look at it, to add an elder to the haunted car, or to take it any further with a real polar master.

Almost a minute passed between the two conversations, but the knights obviously had a little time to go from here to the castle, and more than once between Brando and Lord Rosalind, they noticed the son of Nashin - a young man named Sebastian - who seemed to have wanted to come to himself several times, but he seemed hesitant and still didn't dare to come.

But his actions caught Brando's attention, and he suddenly took the diary out of his arms, thinking of something. Previously, because of a distraction from Lord Rosalind's knights, he had placed the diary in his pocket and had not had time to read it.

Now that he has remembered this, he is also somewhat curious in his mind, thinking that he is unfamiliar in this place, who will send him a message. Now it seems impossible for Mr. Liu to say, "Is this the guy who died in the dark?” Brando couldn't help but look at Lord Rosalind in front of him, who, although he saw Brando take out the diary, had no idea that it was in fact a diary.

He turned his diary and wanted to be the message that the lord was sending to himself in the dark, so he took it as if he didn't see it. At least this man is an ally now, and his attitude is good.

Neither in the face of Marshal Blanc nor of Phoenix Fire, he had no reason to turn back.

Brando apologized in his heart for this potential friend, and then he turned to page 177, as Sebastian said, and the number of pages might take a while for the average person, but for someone as highly perceived as him, it was just a moment.

When he saw the text on the page written in a twisted handwriting, he glanced at it, and at first glance it was the information recorded with a non-habitual hand. Despite his efforts to disguise it, he could still see that it came from a female pen - the other person had done enough detail on the text to make it almost flawless for ordinary people, but he was not ordinary people after all.

Tulaman himself was a scholar specializing in ancient script. In order to meet him, Brando was naturally also a fellow scholar of his own kind with knowledge and experience. His literary creation was arguably higher than that of Eruin's many half-hanged staff who mixed meals with the Royal Library in the library.

The text on that page says:

‘The real purpose of the Ghost Car in Rosalind is to capture the stone notes discovered by the 17th generation of the Rosalind family ancestors, because this note contains a long-established secret - the Mystery of Emerald.

The Nine Phoenix believe that the Mystery of Emerald contains information about the whereabouts of the heart of Bilong, which is also called the heart of Emerald. After my investigation, I found that it is actually a natural jewel, Mr. Brando. If you still care about this information, please come to Rosalinburg to find me. ’

Brando ripped off the page and rubbed it into a luggage bag.

He doesn't care if it's the Emerald Mystery or the Bilong Heart. He can't have all the treasures in the world by himself. Not to mention, after seeing the treasures of the Tyrmouth beyond the elemental barrier, his vision has improved considerably since then, and his thoughts on these treasures in the lower realm have diminished considerably.

But the last few words on this note touched him deeply.

Seven Holy Swords.

Natural jewelry.

That's naturally what he's going to get.

But what he cares about now is not this, but the truth about this thing? Who is the person who sent him this diary? How do you know he needs this now? And it looks like they still know him, otherwise it's impossible to call out his name one by one.

He had just entered the city today, and even if Lord Rosalind had died, he could not have investigated his information so thoroughly.

He raised his head and looked at Sebastian, not far away, who stood up with cold hair all over his eyes, a feeling that was probably different from being stared at by a hunting beast. Brando raised his hand and a few feminine diaries shook each other:

“Who sent you? ”

The teenager stunned, but shook his head, “My lord, I can't tell you. ”

“But you said you could just read the diary, right? ”

“This…” Sebastian glanced at Lord Rosalind not far away, thinking that it was then, and now, that he was going to say Miss Delphine's name in front of Lord, didn't he betray each other?

But Brando looked into his eyes, and he turned to Lord Rosalind and said, "Do you know him? ”

Lord Rosalind looked at Sebastian bewildered. Fortunately, he was not a real big man. Although there were many laymen in Rosalinburg, he did not even know his blacksmith apprentice.

“I think I recognize him," the Lord Rosalind raised his face and said angrily, “Who are you and why are you here? How dare you not answer me, my lord?” Then he explained to Brando with a smile on his face: "My lord, he's a child. Don't be angry with him because he doesn't understand much. I'll explain to him right away what's going on. ”

Brando shook his head, "That's not necessary. It's a smart guy. He's a nice guy. ”

Sebastian had some anxiety. After all, he had no idea what the consequences of defying the will of the big man would be. Behind him, his uncle Nassin was giving him a hard look, but for Ms. Delphine's sake, he had already been granted immunity.

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(PS: So as usual, the progress didn't follow my expectations. Clams, indeed, the world is peaceful, everything is fine (silent vomiting a few bites of blood)...)