The Amber Sword

Brando soon saw Metisa, and although Delphine apologized to her very proactively and explained why she was here, the latter saw her and did not hesitate.

It's kind of cold, to be exact.

For the first time, even Brando didn't get a good look at this little Silver Elf princess, and Metissa was very serious with her face on the floor, her mouth shut, and she grunted softly to express her dissatisfaction. Nor did she argue with him, and she turned around and lifted the curtain and walked into the cave inside.

Brando laughed so hard, of course he knew that Metisa was angry with herself over Roman's affairs, but Delphine pushed behind him at the right time, and he was in a hurry to follow through.

Lady White Fog lay down on the stove, squeezing her nap and looking at the two narrowly with half her squeezed eyes.

“Young man today…” she thought.

“Metisa, how is she? ”

The little princess of the Silver Elf lifted her eyes and looked at him. After all, she still couldn't bear to fight the cold war with her lord. When Brando rescued her, the scene was in her heart. How could she forget that when she saw Brando immediately chased her in, the anger in the girl's mind was halved.

She shook her head with a slight frown: “Not so good, we lack medicine and treatment here, she is badly injured, Soparazzi is a city of the dead, only the Temple of the Dead Moon, Ms. White Mist sent the pirates to find the water of life, unfortunately nothing, good thing Miss Magdalene has some pharmacology knowledge, relying on herbal Shipamira she has improved a little. ”

“Flofa, Tiger Sparrow, where are they? Didn't the elements make you have a cure? ”

“I can't summon Frofa to them because I can't reach you, and the authority of the Travel Master can't be activated. Ms. White Mist does have some therapeutic options, but it's also very limited. ”

Hippamilla herself was a cleric, but under severe injury, she could not use Hippamillah's divine powers, and the so-called doctors were so helpless that they were not self-medicated.

At the end of the day, Metisa added: “Lord, if you are one more day late, I intend to venture into Elm Harbor. ”

Brando had to be ashamed.

“But the unknown on the sea? ”

“I can't stand to see Hippamilla suffer, Lord, and Mr. Charles, the Andrig brothers, we're like a family, you're like my brothers and sisters, and Hippamilla is strong, but I can't stand it. ”

Metissa bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly reddened, and Brando suddenly had some idea of where her complaints had come from, and he reached out and wiped the corners of the girl's eyes.

“I'm coming. Just take me to Hippamilla.” He replied softly.

The Silver Elf Little Princess responded meticulously.

“Miss Delphine? ”

“It was a misunderstanding, Metissa, but now that she's one of us, at least she won't think again. Although I would like her to see her mind sooner rather than later, this is the best outcome at the moment. ”

“Miss Delphine is pathetic, too, and I understand that I will try to get along well with her. ”

“Thank you, Metissa. ”

“It was me who should say thank you, Lord gave me everything I was born into, but in order for Lord Lord to look at me more, I could not help but Lord will always relocate me, and Metissa is really happy. ”

Brando listened softly and couldn't help but look closely at the little princess of the Silver Fairy.

Smart, brilliant, beautiful, she has everything a teenage girl dreams of, like Martha's perfect masterpiece.

The point is, it's still so reassuring, as if a quiet harbor could dock people's minds, and every time I'm with her, Brando feels a timeless tranquility, as if all my anxiety and anxiety are gone.

It's like a trait of the elves.

“It's a lucky thing to meet you.” Brando couldn't help but say something in his heart.

Methisha leads the way silently, and sometimes she doesn't need to argue, enough to make Lord understand her heart. She understands that she is very different from Sy, but she will never arch what is meant to be her own.

When Brando saw Hippamilla, he understood why Metisa was so anxious and anxious.

Shipamira was covered in bandages, stained with blood, some of them bright red, showing that the blood had not dried for a long time. She lay in bed, her whole weak body deeply caught in the pillow, with no blood on her face, as if only a pair of inspiring eyes were full of hope, and as soon as he opened the curtain and came in, Chipamila's eyes fell on him.

“Lord...”

Miss Cleric seemed a little happy, and the same happy tone as that of Metissa added another layer of shame to Brando's heart. Along the way north of Rosalind, he had been worried about Metisa and them, but he was sitting there thinking about them, how serious the consequences of the reckless decision at the time in Rusta were.

Although he didn't regret even going to see Roman for him, he could see why Metisa hated him so much when she was across the street from Delphine.

The cave was filled with pungent medicine, and Princess Magdalene was dressed like a Greek mythical maid dressed in plain sight in a jar of medicine. When she saw Brando come in, the colors of the gods were filled with Hippo wings, and it was clear that he had made an impression on those around him in the past, as if Hippamilla would undoubtedly get better as soon as he arrived.

This trust is groundless, but unwavering.

“Thank you, Miss Magdalene.” Brando already knew that Her Royal Highness had been transferred with Ms. White Mist, who had been very helpful to Métisa and Ms. White Mist over the years, without whom the situation in Chipamilla would have been worse.

After all, Metisa was also badly injured in the disaster, when Rusta was said to have been sent by something and the flow of space was affected, which is why she was thrown into the place.

And Ms. White Mist is clearly better at killing than saving people.

From Metissa's mouth, Brando also learned that Andrig and Medfis may not have returned to Eruin either, and that they may not have been affected by the early departure of Fireclaw Lizard Lord and Fayna.

Because of the current situation in Shipamira, he was also very worried about his vampire brother.

Princess Magdalene shook her head in a hurry: "Mr. Brando, stop saying that and help Miss Hipamilla, she's in a bad condition. ”

Brando couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart. He saw Sheba's quilt in front of Hippamilla, with an open book on his knee, which looked like a Journey of Nine Phoenixes, with engraved printed illustrations, of very poor quality.

One of Miss Cleric's hobbies is to love reading, all kinds of books, especially travel books, but I don't know where this book was taken from, and there are still pages missing.

Her pale, thin hands lay on the pages of the book and looked at him with a smile of optimism and contentment on her face.

By her bedside, there was a tank of shrimp, which seemed to be the source of the girl's happiness. Though she is a battle sacrifice, she is not naturally fond of battle, and her greatest desire is to travel everywhere to see Mother Earth's gift to the world.

But by virtue of her duties, she was bound by her freedom, so that Hipamila could only find the world of her dreams from the book.

She opened her mouth and tried to say anything else, but Brando covered her forehead with his hands, indicating that she would not move.

He took out the Angel's Heart Bottle directly, and although Hoffwald's gin was also therapeutic, he now had a mental shadow about the thing and wouldn't take it out in his spare time.

“Open your mouth. ”

“Ah -” Chipamira was very good.

Everyone's eyes focused on his movements, and Brando opened the milky white bottle and lit a drop of liquid like pure gold morning dew on the tip of Hipamilla's tongue.

It was like a miracle. In an instant, the face of the cleric girl became red and moisturized. Some dry skin was rehydrated and lubricated. Healthy blood was restored inside. The long grey blonde hair of the dead grass also became bright and bright again, as if it were satin made of pure gold, scattered between the girl's neck.

Shepamira sounded a surprise. She sat up from the bed and immediately slipped along her chest, revealing a bandage that could barely shield her from spring light.

Brando felt a warm nose and hurried to turn his head.

The clergyman was stunned, so embarrassed to pull up the sheet, her face was a little hot. Metissa didn't look at them well.

“Martha, is this the legendary # 1 holy water?” Princess Magdalene did not pay much attention, she stood somewhat shocked from her position, she was a devout believer and naturally had already heard of the legendary sacred objects of the Temple of Fire.

But Brando shook his head and replied, "This is not holy water, it's a bottle of angels' hearts, and the legendary holy archangel sacrificed his miracle of eternity. ”

“Angel's Heart Bottle,” Metissa looked at Brando's holy things in surprise: “It's a legendary sacred thing, Lord, and you actually got it. ”

Although Princess Magdalene had never heard of the sacred object, it did not prevent her from understanding the miracle of the past. Miss Chipamilla, who was almost taken from her by the Shinigami, was the best proof that she was sitting in bed in a glorious manner.

“You always have a special way,” she squatted down and gave Brando a heartfelt gift, "and we were all helpless, but you could always give us hope, for my best friend Griffin, and for me, whether it was Ambethel or Port Rune, or right now, you could always get us out of trouble. ”

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