The Amber Sword

“Have you decided?” Brando asked.

Standing in front of him were Metisa and Sheparmilla, both ladies nodded, but the little princess of the Pokémon was stubborn, and the clergyman seemed rather than —— as Shepherd of Shepherd Himilud, grinding was a trip, which in her view was probably another interesting trip.

“I wanted you to go back to Eluin with Freya.” Brando frowned, and he had learned from Fusia how dangerous the trial itself was. In a sense, he was reluctant to let Metisa and Chipamila take that risk, and they grew up just as slowly as they stayed with him, so why bother?

“Lord, we had many more secure choices in the Cold Cedars, during the Battle of Ambessel.” Metisa smiled and replied, as if she remembered the shadow of the great shore back then, her eyes sparkled, "but you chose the path that was the most thorny, you left us such a brave shadow, how can you force us to stay in danger now? ”

Brando's infarct: "… that's different, Metisa. ”

“Yes, because every time you stand up to protect everyone, protect Fania, protect the villagers of Green Village, protect Her Royal Highness and Yuta. And this time, it's our turn to dedicate ourselves to you. As your followers, can't you bear to watch us keep up with you? ”

“Yes," Chipamila nodded, “Lord, it's been a long time since our journeymaster's journey was established, but it's been delayed because of all sorts of things. Sir, your card group is so special that if you give us the authority of a travel magician, it is our responsibility to take this test on your behalf. For Lord Himilud's followers, grinding is a must for growth, my lord, trust me and Miss Methisa. ”

“My lord,” Metissa said in due course, "Miss Chipamilla is right that we are running out of time, and we must be stronger, both to protect Eruin and to rescue Miss Roman. The Silver Elf has a proverb - ‘VniytriSarulardo’ - which means how can you witness the ocean's wide sky after a storm without facing a gloomy storm above the sea? Before I became commander of the Ringo Legion, the truth that stood in jeopardy was never the way to the strong. ”

She stopped and a slight darkness appeared in her moving silver eyes: “Of course, if the Lord must let us stay, we can also understand His Majesty's heart, and still we will obey your commands-”

Brando laughed helplessly, as if he'd read a lot from those talkative eyes: serious, insistent, stubborn and a little attached.

And he said, "Well, I respect your choice, Metisa, Hippamilla, thank you. It's probably the luckiest thing for me to be able to meet you, Charles, Medfis, Ropal and everyone else. Yes, each of us has his own path to follow, and you're right, but life is only once, and you have to be careful before you make a choice. ”

“My lord," Metissa couldn't help laughing: “Before I met you, my title in the Legion of the Silver Elves was a cautious Silver Moon song, but my lord, often criticized carelessly by Miss Flo, was thrown out of the blue. ”

Brando blushes, he is not really interested in being Lord Cold Cedar, there are inevitably various leaks in his daily work, and for Flo, Antina and Roman, who often "wipe their asses" for his negligence, apart from the ‘friendly' businesswoman, two others have to complain, these routines are naturally no secret for Metisa and Chipamila.

But he also knew that Metisa was deliberately talking about past embarrassment in order to ease a somewhat dull atmosphere so that he wouldn't worry so much. This little princess of the Pokémon, though not too old, needs to be clearer than many adults. The first time he met this young Pokémon girl in Valley of the Dead, she was born to want to protect her * * because of her kindness.

Brando did not say a word, many things in his heart did not say, in some dark environment, the little princess of the Silver Pokémon had bright eyes, a silent acquiescence seemed to grow between the two hearts.

Only Hippamilla, as if she could not see it, was a large bulb. After all, the priestly lady is pure in heart and pure in heart. Her only heart is the reverence and faith of Lord Himilud, but not so many of these two complex minds.

After a long time, Brando just coughed a little embarrassed and deliberately asked: "Careful silver moon song? ”

Metissa blushed, which was about the only time she had ever bragged about herself since she was born: “It was just a less famous title. Many people were given the title in the Battle of the Saints. After all, it was a battle of desolation, and the latter was in awe of the war, so many strange titles could be passed down, not all of them were true. ”

Not a famous title?

Brando thought to himself if he really believed it, he'd already seen that in the realm of a serious nonsense, Metissa was obviously no more than her sister. Is this really the family tradition of the Silver Elves?

But Metisa's choice with Hippamilla reminded him that the path of a travel magician was indeed a shortcut to power for him. Fusia once advised him that in his poker group, besides being the ‘knight' of the French knight Metisa, only he himself could manipulate the plates and artifacts that produce wealth, and that the colored power of the plates and artifacts is an indispensable resource for the travel master. Now that Metisa and Hippamilla have embarked on the path of perfecting the rules of the travel master, he must consciously fill the final flaw in the card set as the travel master himself.

……

In the winter solstice palace of Fanzan, the high level of contention is buzzing the temple, which has gone through two eras and witnessed the history of numerous storms and winds in the Holy See and Empire.

Right in the middle of the hall, Petian III, sitting on the throne, gazed indifferently at his princes. In the year of Golden Flame, there was a painting by a great painter of an ancient masterpiece, "The Disputed Tinsen," which, while depicting the floating dynasty of the Noli era Cruz, is similar to what is happening in the present scene, or rather, wherever there are human beings, there is no shortage of profit delivery and competition for power.

Tinsen and even the bishops, dressed in dark red, plain white or dark blue rolling Phnom Penh robes, are splitting into several camps, accusing each other, attacking each other and even blushing with a thick neck, without any image of the nobility Wen Wenya.

Much of what is said is terminology such as' disagree, disagree, absurd, impossible ’, which appears to be both nutritious and unconstructive, a situation that has been going on for several hours. On weekdays, Peetian III would have thrown those who dared to create chaos out of his court, but today, there is something special about it.

A moment later, he rose up straight from the throne, raised his hand and quieted everyone down - a hall that was once as lively as the market in Saipan, the largest trading port in Finzan, and was silent for a moment.

The Tingens, dressed in their own colours, looked at each other and returned to their seats. The hall of the Wintersolstice Palace is similar to an ellipse, with the highest position in the north, the sacred throne of Finzan, the apex of secular and sacred power, but on both sides of the throne down and to the southernmost, everyone has seats and is equally situated, implying that everyone is equal under the divine right.

Peetian III seemed a little tired, because such an argument had been going on all day, but in fact there were early conclusions on the subject, except that he had to give his sons an account.

“Well, I've decided," Petian's low voice sounded softly over the lobby: "I let you come here not to see you come up with an outcome, but to answer your questions. Of course, God gives us the power to think, but thinking is the process of wisely judging things, not to calculate a tiny bit of gain or loss, and as my ministers, God's servants, I hope that your eyes will be longer. ”

After that, the Pope swept through the oval lobby with a deep eye, and in his gaze, Archbishop Giagusti stood out.

“Your Majesty, we can understand what you mean, but the Cruz are our opponents, and they are in civil strife at the moment, and we can choose to stand idly by or drop a rock, but at this time we are involved, and whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can really win or not, is it a little too hasty? ”

“I don't think so," another Tinsen stood up: “Everyone understands the logic of adding flowers, but it is precious to send charcoal in the snow. We invest ahead of time, and we don't pay much, but if we weaken our enemies as a result, it is in any case a steady and unprofitable business for Fine Zan. ”

“Oh, the Minister of Commerce is a businessman. He can't say anything less than business, but where in the world does he get a steady and unpaid business? In his book" The Nation ", Rodil tells us that there is only interest and betrayal between the State and the State, that the Croatian prince is first and foremost a Croatian, and even if he does take the throne, he is also the emperor of the Croatian people, both identities are doomed to make it impossible for him to think from the point of view of the Inyrians, even if we sign treaties with him, he can turn his back, the key is that, as a country of two hereditary enemies, we lack the necessary means to restrain him, and in this context, I do not like this so-called trade. ”

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