The Amber Sword

“Let the kingdom inherit the Count's ideal, which will be a plan to fight alone as a whole, not as Tonigal, or as a territory under any aristocratic partition. You should understand the short-sightedness of those people. Only the eyes of the kingdom will be long term. We cannot hope that everyone is the Count, but that every Eruin understands the meaning of power and dignity. ”

There was an incredible light in Rollint's eyes, and he'd never heard of it, which made him feel as if he'd known each other for the first time - the brother of a classmate he'd despised, and silenced himself subconsciously.

“But the Count is gone. ”

“It's okay, but his will is still there, and we still have His Royal Highness, and I'm sure Prince Haruze will understand the Count's aspirations. ”

“What do you want to do? ”

“The Royal Party has become the past, but Eruin does need a new conviction, Rollint, that some of us are like-minded people, why join the past?” Hainf's eyes shine brightly, as if there were a flame in them.

The light of a starry battle falls in this pitch-black forest.

The darkness seemed to allow Brando's perceptions to expand in all directions, and the eyes of his heart looked at the entire forest, with fallen leaves, bugs, lightweight wings of night lords, whispering, and any tiny details in the dark corner, all reflected in his heart.

He stopped and was in the forest as if he were part of this silent nature. Though he nearly died of serious injuries during the war with Arkentu at the threshold of stagnation, since Lord Martha healed his wounds and returned to Warnde, he has always felt close to the rule of the world. Strength seemed to grow every moment, getting closer to the level he was once familiar with.

“Are you in a bad mood?” Sy stopped with a little guilt and said, "Was it because we were delaying too long in the rings of the wind? ”

She bowed her head: “If I hadn't accidentally gotten into those Bukas...”

“Nothing, the Sassards deserved it," Brando shook his head, and his mind wasn't really on the matter. He naturally hears conversations in distant cabins and sees his influence on Eruin getting bigger and wider, but it's hard to tell if it's good or bad.

But he didn't intend to stop it.

Eruin certainly needs more than just one person, this ancient kingdom, but also its future, its next generation. At least these people have come up with different ideas from their fathers, like a pool of dead water, shaking new ripples.

“Sy?”

Brando suddenly opened his mouth.

“Hmm?”

“Can I invite my captain to walk with me? ”

The mountain girl was stunned: "Sir, aren't we leaving? ”

“Of course not,” replied Brando, "although I'm inviting my captain, it's taking her time off, you can't keep that face all the time, can you? ”

Cecil reveals some puzzling divinity.

Brando smiled and stretched out his hand: “Come to me, don't lean behind me. Do I look terrible? ”

She looked at Brando's hand and hesitated for a while before putting her hand on it. When Brando grabbed her hand, the teenage girl's movements were visibly stiff, but soon softened.

Brando looked at Sy's unwieldy walking motion and had to be funny: “Is my captain actually a Puppet? ”

In the glowing moonlight, Sy seemed to have lost her ability to speak, lowering her head to silence.

Brando shook his head with a smile, but his mind was a little uncertain.

He's been dreaming a lot since these days.

Dreaming of the past, dreaming of Butch's night, dreaming of Roman, dreaming of Sister and Her Royal Highness, dreaming of fighting and fleeing in the dark. Dreams are strange, some real, some absurd, and in every dream it seems that someone is trying to talk to him and tell him everything about the past and the future.

He had to think of the Union of the Sassards.

Those wizards have been held in secret, but they disappeared in the wind, and the Sassards may have some trouble investigating. So he handed those people over to the Druids, and the power of the Ring of the World was no less than a silver league, and the Druids owed him a debt of gratitude for the Ring of the Wind, and both had always worked well together, which was a small matter.

It is not surprising that he has questioned many things from those who were the ‘owners’ of this taboo knowledge, the Sassards' obsession with the tablets of war. Some ambitious people are trying to restore the former status of the Silver Nation, to recreate the empire above the sky, and to allow the Bukas to reflow the silver bloodstream - since the ‘Tiamat’ rule has changed and the status has fallen, so that the wild idea has become more and more marketable within the Silver Alliance.

He heard that the Bukas had hastily withdrawn from the Four Realms Wilderness Conference in the hope that internal differences and different voices had emerged, and that Vladimir and the Sard Witches had been splitting the Silver Federation, which was now the most favourable opportunity for them.

This was supposed to be an internal matter for the Silver People, but the Sassards reached out to Eruin, giving Brando a dangerous atmosphere, and the Grey Mages' manifestation of indifferent hostility towards Princess Griffin was clearly more than simply grabbing the tablet.

It was in his dreams that he saw such a future, and he did not know if it was true, but he was confused. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab the world, and the moonlight went through his fingers, looking a little dull.

The distant forests are still submerged in the darkness, admiring shadows, but it is not difficult to see the undulating shadows of the Grahar Mountains; a sparkling stream runs through the mountain forests, allowing the pebbles to shine bright light in the moonlight, and several young deer, gleaming through the forests.

Out of Salnam, we set foot on the land of the Cold Cedar Territory. He was the one who opened the trade route in the black forest, but walked on it with a peculiar nearby fright.

Where the hell is he from?

Tonigal, Pragues, Butch, past or present?

“Sy, what do you think of the world?” Brando suddenly stopped and asked back.

The problem was a little too big, and the mountain girl shook her head in silence for a moment.

Brando laughed, and he didn't really expect an answer, or he already did. The world in people's minds has its own different meanings in people's minds. It becomes light or gray with people's hearts. For different people, there is no fixed answer.

What kind of world does he want?

Brando thought silently about the answer to this question.

But the same problem seems to have touched some of the thoughts in the minds of mountain girls.

Brando suddenly felt a pair of hands holding themselves behind him, and he felt Sydney's nervous heartbeat close to his back, as if there was no distance, passing into his heart.

“What's the matter, Sy? ”

Sy didn't say a word.

“Are you scared? ”

“I have heard the old men say that the gods will become stars in heaven and shine upon their children on earth, and I fear that one day the Lord will leave us too. ”

Brando couldn't help but laugh and tears came out, this silly girl -- he pressed Sylvie's hands on her chest: “We are nothing but mortals. ”

But Sy didn't say anything.

Brando suddenly stopped laughing.

He felt infinite power pouring into his body, and every breath of him, as if it were echoing in the mountains, the pine sand sounding, turning into a taunting sound, as if it were his heartbeat, the heavens and the earth, at this moment he was all united.

Brando closed his eyes and felt a slight resonance in his mind. He felt as if the sound of the Golden Stone Hammer forge echoed in his veins. That rumbling was the echo of the silver line of law.

Law constituted his body, magic constituted his blood, he opened his eyes as if he had risen in the morning, closed his eyes as if the moon was empty, exhaled the bright north wind, spoken word and symbol, every step he took, life was born from the footprints, and when his heart beat, it was pulsating with the earth.

Brando sighed.

At that moment, he saw the end of Sage, where Martha seemed to be waiting for him in the light.

“I'm not leaving you," he said softly to Sy, "I swear. ”

It's close to home.

Beyond this forest is the wilderness of the Cold Cedar Field, the moonlight of the Black Forest, which I'm sure sprinkles equally cold over that land.

……

In the morning.

The original site of Green Village and the junction of the Black Forest - it has cooled down since the Cold Cedar Collar opened a new passage into the Black Forest in the direction of Schafflund. There are few signs of passing through the bush's ruins, and only occasional adventurers will pass through or stay here for a short time.

The broken walls of the forest bear witness to its fall, and in the eastern part of the village, the Tonigars built a sentry tower there. Sentinel Hud stood at the top of the tower, and the forest a few miles away was within his sight, and he was incredibly seeing a walker coming from the direction of Green Village.

The captain was grieving and cooking tea in a kettle. The news from the north had been tense for a day. He heard that the White Lion Guard had met with the rebels, but the wind was sealed tight. It was later rumored that the rebels had hit Vlada-Pais and later that the rebels had arrived at Fort Pallas.

On either side, however, there is much bad news, at least the army from the North has taken down Ambesseur, which is indeed true on the ground, with intermittent shipping and a marked reduction in the number of businessmen coming to the Cold Fir collar.

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