The Amber Sword

He looked back into the darkness and, far from the camp, there was another campfire that sparkled like a star, so faint that it seemed to go out anytime, anywhere.

By the fire, there seemed to be a lonely, thin figure.

Brando had to sigh in his heart to see this scene.

Not that he didn't want the little half elf girl to camp with them, but the other side was more vigilant than he imagined. He didn't know what it was like to have a little girl, but the other side said that it was unwilling to go near their camp and would only be willing to set up a separate camp a few dozen metres from their camp.

She refused to help them, and although she worked hard, she did it alone, whether it was the small campfire or the simple tent. Only when Phoenix Fire gave her the canvas and wood for the tent, did the elf little girl say ‘thank you' lightly.

But she didn't seem to notice that the so-called ‘excess’ wood and canvas were actually removed by Brando directly from an intact tent.

When they started the fire, Brando noticed that the elf little girl had built the tent by herself, and after nightfall, while they were baking fish, she was still building the tent, and now the lonely shadow had finally stopped —— it looked like the camp had been built.

Brando crossed a dozen meters of darkness between the two camps and came to the fragile campfire and saw exactly that.

The bonfire was in the wind stove surrounded by several stones, in the ashes of the dead branches, and the last few flames. The semi-envirgin girl was still wearing her ruined, apparently No. 1 sheep-headed robe, with her feet curled together, one bracelet over her calf and two or three dead branches in her other hand.

She put her head on her knees, seemingly shivering a little bit, and Brando understood right from the look - she didn't find much wood and could only sustain such a faint flame to keep the campfire from going out.

But this spark, late at night in the season of Tauchik, was simply not warm enough.

“Why don't you go in the tent?” Brando stood for a moment in the dark and suddenly spoke.

The little half elf girl didn't even notice Brando approaching, she was scared to bounce off the ground like a cat, but she couldn't stand up because she was frozen, and she actually sat on the floor with her ass, but even so, Brando saw her hands pressed against the handle of the sword for the first time.

I really don't know what kind of life this poor little girl lived before. Brando couldn't help but feel pity. He approached each other's camp and suddenly discovered that the 'tent’ she had built was simply a piece of mercy.

She had no nails, no rope, no way to secure the canvas and wooden shelves, and Brando had some annoyance, which he should have thought of a long time ago, but the little girl had not raised it, and he thought that since she had been trekking in the swamp for so long, there should have been something corresponding.

I didn't expect him to be different.

“It's not good to be so strong,” he frowned and said. “Why didn't you tell us? ”

Instead of answering, he grabbed the handle tightly, and a pair of somewhat apathetic silver eyes watched him vigilantly under his hood, as if he were a cat animal in a guarded territory.

It's just a kitten with no power to protect herself.

Brando sighed and did not wait for the little girl to answer, walked over and re-erected her tent, then took the rope out of the bag, fixed it, pulled the canvas, and pinned it to the ground.

Neither did the elf little girl speak, but watched him move coldly. Brando noticed that her body was so tight that she would not hesitate to pull out her sword - though it was not necessarily intended to do so - as if she had made a slight move.

She also understands that she can't be Brando's opponent.

But Brando was afraid she'd hurt herself and looked at her feet wrapped in bandaged grass - the phoenix was trying to lend her her boots, but she insisted, with some bandages, those bandages obviously weren't wrapped well enough to bare her toes.

Mindful of Brando's gaze, the elf girl subconsciously shrunk her feet, and Brando saw some self-inflicted divinity on her face for the first time.

“Where's your sister? ”

The little girl suddenly shuddered and looked at him with an incredible look on her face, but that look was quickly replaced by greater vigilance.

She remained silent and silent.

Had it not been for the ‘thank you' she had said to Phoenix earlier, Brando would have thought she could not speak and was mute.

“Looks like you're a sister,” Brando nodded. "Are you here for your sister? ”

Still no answer.

“You don't have to worry too much, you can see that if we go all the way with those people, you won't get away with it, right? ”

“Thank you…”

“What?” Brando stunned. With his perceptive abilities, he didn't hear the little girl's voice like a mosquito.

“Thank you… you…” The voice was a little louder, but extremely astringent, as if the owner of the sound would no longer speak because there was very little communication with people.

This time Brando heard clearly, he looked at this little girl in a wrinkly robe, alert and somewhat restrained, with great pity in her heart.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” He asked softly.

The little girl shook her head.

“Even about your sister? ”

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but shook her head firmly.

Brando suddenly understood, and he took a closer look at the little girl, silently concealing his compassion.

He was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, “My name is Brando, what's your name? ”

“Ling...”

“Lin Tiretti. Tiamas..."

The voice said slightly and faintly.

When Brando returned to the camp by the bonfire, the Chancellor Jinjin had restored that kind of smiling spirit, and she saw Brando return empty-handed, and a smile flashed again in her purple eyes: "What do you say? ”

“Don't count the little girl," Brando glanced at her, knowing that the prime minister, Kim, was deliberately joking about herself: “I put some of the food in her tent, and she'll see. ”

“Why don't you give it to her in person? ”

“She doesn't have much, but it's precious, and we can't take that away from her.” Brando took a breath and replied.

“It's a lovely little girl, isn't it? ”

Brando looked at her in disgust, and Delphine did not feel comfortable, but made an invitation to sit beside her. Brando stunned for a moment and saw that Delphine had opened the blanket he had previously returned to him.

Brando hesitated for a moment, but the ghost made God sit poorly.

He felt Delphine leaning over his head and the faint scent on the girl's hair haunted his nose. A moment later, before he could speak, the girl had already said, "Are you beginning to doubt the truth of what I said earlier, my lord? ”

“A little…”

“Don't worry, I'm telling the truth, but at least now, let me dream for a while, okay?” Delphine replied in a shadow, "Because I'm tired too, Lord. ”

Brando opened his mouth and seemed to want to persuade her to say something, but when it was over, he couldn't say it. Renaissance the Nedevins is Delphine's obsession, and why isn't he?

If it wasn't for this obsession, how could he have come here and come to this world called Warnde, where two souls were united, and how could he have known so many people and experienced so many things?

He raised his head and looked into the air at Mars rising from the bonfire.

In the hazy night, starlight seemed to pass through the mist, and the red moon moelled over the stars, as depicted in myths and legends, and the gods looked at the earth with the eyes of the stars.

That's the fate and the pulse of the world.

It's connecting everyone.

……

Red Moon Moya.

Grand Duke Stick turned from the terrace, the lofty inner sea, a thousand years of immutable starlight above the sparkling surface of the sea, a round of moonlight, dark and sinking harbours, sailing masts, but silent, only the sound of the waves, coming from afar, “Father Felson, I was wondering… does the moonlight we see today come from the same magnificent age a thousand years ago, from what the two generations saw, perhaps not much different? ”

“How sentimental of you, my lord. ”

“It's hard not to have a lot of sentiment, time is ticking, the years are gorgeous, the countless things in the world are decaying and changing, but there are some things that are ancient only - really enviable, even knowing that behind this circle of moons are our great enemies, but in my lifetime, I still want to see the moonlight, see the beauty of this sublime inner sea and our beautiful world. Perhaps this is what is called the affliction of mortals, because they are too brief to send their love to eternal beauty. ”

“That's because we love this land, we call it our homeland, it's the land that feeds us, I've known this city since my childhood, I've witnessed the prosperity and development of Cloak Bay, I've left this place to break into some business, but after leaving the position of Bishop of the sceptre of the sceptre, I'm old enough to come back here, because this land gave me life, and at the moment of my death, I'm going to give it all back to the cradle and home it gave me. ”

“Unfortunately, Lord Martha is destined to make a joke about us two old men," Grand Duke Stick laughed. “In the end, there is only one of us who can rest here, while the other is born away from here. Perhaps a long time later, the children of this land will not be able to return to their homeland. ”

“But we already have the answer, don't we? ”

“Thank you, my old man," the Grand Duke looked deeply at each other: “In fact, I really envy you. Like you, I grew up on this land. Over these days, my memories, which I should have forgotten a long time ago, have become clearer and clearer. I suddenly remember what happened one day under that city wall, on that street, in the woods, I remember my grandmother, the mill that was demolished six days before the war, and a slump outside the city...”

“Oh, my God, I never thought I'd go through so many days here, from teenagers to adults, from grown-ups to middle-aged people to drooling old people," The Duke's eyes got a little wet: “It wasn't until I lost them that they seemed so precious. ”

“So I'm lucky,” the priest smiled softly: "But you have to take our hope out of here, and I will sleep longer now, and your promise to me is to bring the future back here. ”

The Duke nodded and patted the priest on the shoulder, which was undoubtedly a rude move, but nobody cared at the moment. “Let's go,” he said, "to meet our guests, our wise families, our former enemies, but now we have to sit together and make decisions for our common future. ”

“Things are a mess, my friend. ”

“Yes, things are volatile. ”

……