The Amber Sword

Heinf and Rollint sat on two separate beds, talking to each other.

This is a small wooden house, but quite comfortable with clean interior and carpeted. There are hangings of wool textiles on the walls, abstract views of the Grahar Mountains, and workers planted bell orchids on the windowsills, and these fine white flowers emerge from the windowsills, swinging slightly at night and under the wind.

These are the little flowers that are hard to see this season, but not surprisingly in the black forest. In the rings of the wind, as long as the 'long winter’ in the forest does not arrive, you can see all kinds of flowers that intersect spring and summer all year round.

Hainf looked out the window and in the darkness in the distance, a ray of light converged, as if a dot of stars had landed on the ground, giving a little warmth in the endless pitch of darkness - the lights of the town. The locals call this emerging town ‘Salnam’, which means a gem of light, to describe its vision in the night.

Towns thrive on mining, and people from all over the world come here and settle down, shaping today's scale. But now there are not only refugees, but also attracted gold diggers and businessmen, spontaneous markets in densely populated settlements, stars around Sarnan, my village in the black forest, maybe not for 10 years, this is another cold cedar collar.

But the constraint here is still the Druids in the Kalanga Mountains, who keep the sparks, while constraining mankind from overexploiting the forests.

“The guy... where is the wizard going to take us?” After a period of silence, Rollint finally couldn't help but ask: "We are nobles, and even if we are offended, there is no reason to constrain our freedom in this way, what good are we for him? Does he want the ransom? It's no problem, but we have to send someone to deliver the letter. ”

Heinf turned around and said, "You're the only prisoner, Rollint, I'm not. I volunteered to go with this wizard, because I happen to be on my way to Tonigal. ”

“Can't you see, Heinf, he's taking us around the forest. I spent weeks in the Black Forest, but the journey from Maros to Cold Cedar Castle lasted no more than three days. ”

Rollint said impatiently.

Heinf glanced at the teenager, and this time he was finally taught a lesson when his eyes were always above the top. He took the board and the charcoal pen out of his backpack and started painting and writing on the night scene from Salnam to Beauty, and he said, “It depends on the will of the adult, and I don't think it's a waste of time, we saved a beautiful lady —— from your evil companions —— and we wouldn't have had this long without you. ”

“And, Rollint, I'm afraid you're the one who doesn't know what's going on right now, and you and I are not worth mentioning in that adult's eyes. I think you should be careful. This time you stand in opposition to the Princess. I see that the adult is very concerned about the matter of Her Highness. He may be a member of the Corkova royal family left behind. ”

“This is ridiculous.” Rollint frowned.

“It's just a guess, but when did Eru have such a powerful wizard, the Bukas didn't seem worth mentioning in front of him, and he clearly took into account the princess between his words, which I think is exactly why the gray wizards pissed him off. ”

“If there is such a powerful help behind the royal family, why do they need the help of the Count?” Rollint replied in a deep voice.

The charcoal pen in Heinf's hand stopped.

That is what worries him. His family is dependent on the rise of the kingdom of Elouin, but he himself is an admirer of the Count, each with his own ambitions, and from his own standpoint, Heinf would most certainly like to see the two merged.

But if the royal family had the same strength as the Count, where would Eloin's future go?

He painted a silent picture of His Highness in his heart, but found that there was no fixed shape at all. Between reality and ideals, what direction would the daughter of Obergu VII choose?

“This is the city the Count built with his own hands," said Heinf, “the last knight since the pioneering era to open the territory for Vaughn. But I have heard the nobles discuss the matter in all regions, and none of them have a good attitude, and the lower level of Eruin is indifferent to it, as if it had nothing to do with them. Few people can see the overturning of the Black Forest towards Tonigal - an unnamed southern border that is now one of the busiest areas after Ambessel. ”

“Instead of businessmen, who are more sensitive to this smell, they have long begun to penetrate the Black Forest with the steps of the Count. Most of them, however, believe that the Count is lucky, but one's good fortune is ultimately limited, as if it were an investment, with the potential to make money and to erode the book. But if those people were here today, they might be silent about their thoughts. ”

He turned around and said, "Rollint, why do you think the aristocracy of Eruin today is so different from the Count's? ”

Rollint silenced down. He worships the Count because of his martial arts authority and his mighty strength and legendary personal experience, all of which keep the young people of this era warm. But more importantly, he is not overweight in front of the Krutz and fully fits the image of a hero in the minds of this generation of young Eruins.

But man is incomplete, as are heroes, and the legend of the Count, whose rise stems from his good fortune in the Black Forest, is nothing more than a mystery of destiny. Perhaps it is Lord Martha who sent this hero to Eruin to save this ancient and sinking kingdom, a sense of destiny that is more in keeping with the aesthetics of the nobles.

But here he is today, reversing all his past views, when a local businessman personally settled a bill for them, a quarterly earnings and spark maintenance input from Sarnan, two equally unimaginable astronomical figures.

This is an incredible plan for the aristocrats, who believe that the Count has been fortunate enough to seize wealth from the Black Forest, the vast majority of which has been reinvested in the maintenance of the territory, which is a ridiculous arithmetic question.

But in fact, Rollint sees towns scattered across the black forest, one step at a time, rooted in the forest, as if they were sprouting paradise trees, extracting nutrients from the land, and feeding off the land —— and one day, the land will become Eruin's native land.

The darkest hope in darkness since the pioneering times, but it is so real here.

At that moment, Rollint truly felt a sense of Ambassador Pang's destiny breathing a common future and destiny, a long-term vision that would take decades or even centuries, generations or even generations to complete all of this.

A long-term arrangement of the future of the kingdom, even the world of civilization and order, is just a small step in Tonigal, but it seems to have opened the door to a wide world for people: the infighting of the Eruins on small lands, and even the contradictions of the whole Vaughn, behind this door, is ridiculous.

Rollint seemed to have recognised Heinf: "Heinf, I didn't think you guys cared about this. ”

“It's not deep, it's just that some people close their ears and their eyes don't want to understand.” Heinf drew a sprawling ridge on paper with a charcoal pen, answering.

“Now that you've seen it all," replied Rollint in a deep voice, "I'm sure you're also interested in changing it, and that's exactly what we're doing, and none of the actions of Her Royal Highness after the Count's departure are eroding the most powerful forces within this kingdom. If Tony Gehl collapses as a result, everything we see in this black forest will one day become a shadow. ”

He stopped and said, "If you're still concerned about what happened, I apologize for that, Heinf, but I think we all agree. Why don't you join me in the royal party? ”

Heinf turned around, looked at him in a dramatic fashion, and said, “Do you really think the Royal Party can change Eluin, Rollint? The Royal Party is just hoping to turn Eruin back into the Eruin of the past, who sank into the so-called Middle Ages before the cold turmoil, the royal rule with the aristocracy, but in that so-called best of times, how much has Eruin changed? ”

“It hasn't changed," Heinf replied, "because nobles don't really want to change in their hearts, they just want to maintain the status quo. In those days, we had such distinguished figures as St. Darius the Sword and Turaman, but in fact, the so-called Zhongxing was only caused by people and defeated by people. ”

“Rawlinth, again today, in the midst of an aristocratic partition of Eruin, Tonigal's miracle is truly nothing but a manifestation, and the lessons of Lord Turaman and Lord Darus have been deliberately ignored by some. ”

“Ridiculous, ridiculous.” The teenager frowned and struggled so hard in his heart that it seemed like a voice in his head was right to tell him what Heinf had said, but everything he had stained since childhood, his class, his family and his origins, made him equally fond of the aristocratic Eruin.

“You know very well, Rollint, the Count has left us with the answer. ”

“ …… ”

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