The Amber Sword

“What are you talking about!” Rawlings was shocked, and like many, he actually spent less than six months in Tonigal. Later, tensions grew in the south and, at the father's behest, he secretly returned to his family. It's a secret, but it's hard to hide it from the Tonigars, and fortunately Ms. Antitina didn't stop it.

But like many young aristocratic children, he also came to admire the name, but he never really saw the legendary Count, and he was disappointed.

Listening to Clint say that Count Tonigle had returned to his cold-blouse collar at this time, Rollint's heart could not help but rise to an emotion of excitement and uneasiness - uneasy nature being that he and the Count were enemies at this moment.

When I think of the legendary experience of the Count, the teenager couldn't help but think.

And now his personal freedom doesn't seem to be in his own hands. With that in mind, Rollint subconsciously turned his eyes to Brando, not far away.

Brando is also watching this conversation.

Clint naturally noticed the young man with Rollint, who seemed a little familiar to him, but didn't think much of it. At this moment, it is surprising to see Rollint questioning each other, thinking that Brando is a descendant of a prominent family in the South - perhaps some bastard son of Grand Duke Goran-Elson.

“Who is he?” He asked softly.

“A wizard," replied Rollint Gamba, adding: “Very impressive. ”

It's like justifying your loss of liberty.

But Clint didn't think so, and Rollint's vague explanation exacerbated his suspicions. Besides, how could there be such a young wizard, "very powerful"? Do you really think that everyone in the world is Lord Charles? - And I heard that Lord Charles is in the state of the Spirit, so young. He is said to be from an era with Sword Saint Darus.

However, he did not hesitate to question it, but looked at it the same way. This surprised him, and he didn't know Sy, because mountain girls rarely appeared in the territory, but Lin and Lian's Silver Pokémon bloodline surprised him - most of the noble children sent to Tonigal were taught by Antigna herself, especially the younger generation, Clint, who was only 10 years old this year, and Rollint, although older, was in his early fifteenth years. They are often educated far more than one another in Tonigal, and Antitina herself has learned a great deal about beyond Eruin, much from Brando, not only beyond the Eruin of this era, but even beyond the sights and sights of the vast majority of the people of this era.

In Eruin, few aristocrats truly distinguish between several elite branches, and few know that there are factions within Madala, and it can be said that these youths who walk out of Tonigal are almost the most visionary and visionary group of Eruin in this era.

And Klinger spent much longer studying in Tonigal than Rollint, so he recognized the silver elf traits of Lin and Lotus at first sight, and he couldn't help but be amazed that there was such a beautiful pair of silver elf descendants in Tonigal.

That's when Brando stopped Sy as he was about to ask, and gave the Grey Wolf mercenary a look at Albert dragging the hillbilly girl, while the group asked, "Is that Count Tonyger you're talking about the long-famous Count? ”

“Exactly the adult, Mr. Wizard. ”

“Then take us there.” There is almost an unquestionable certainty in Brando's tone that the teenager found himself unable to speak out against it and had to consciously cast a puzzling eye on Rawlinth.

“Take him.” Rollint was already familiar with the way the young wizard spoke, answering in a heartless tone.

The Master of Witches seemed to get along well, but when he recognised the truth, he had the temperament of the Lord of one side. It was as if the thousands of armies were all between the pitches. He had only seen this temperament on Grand Duke Goran-Elson, and he had to mumble the unreliable inference of Heinf in his heart.

Klim thought about it and seemed to have no reason to object. Now the great enemy always had to see the people in the cold shirt collar to stabilize their hearts. He believed that no one dared to go wild in front of the legend.

……

“Sir Rossburn, who allowed you to spread rumors freely on the collar of a cold shirt? ”

Utah looked coldly at the middle-aged man in front of him. The lonely winter sun passes through the skylight, forming an oblique light falling into the pitch-black lobby of Cold Cedar Castle, with the arch open to the courtyard and the daylight falling on the ground stunning.

A middle-aged man standing in front of Utah had a thick beard on his lips, a pencil on his face, and a slight smile on his face: "Madam Utah, I did post some news outside, but it was a rumor, just don't worry about it? ”

“This is Tony Gehr. There's nothing you need to do! ”

“What's the matter?” Rossburn replied with surprise: "Is it a secret that even a matter such as Lord Count's return to his land needs to be kept? ”

“Ridiculous! Lord, how could he possibly come back at this time, he..." Utah suddenly realized that this was a secret and unconsciously shut his mouth. She took a deep look at each other with her emerald eyes, took a breath and shouted * * * * up and down before answering: “In short, I hope that you will abide by the rules that the Guests should at least follow, or I will have to send you out. ”

“Oh, isn't it Count Tony Gehr who really speaks on this land? Did Ms. Utah intend to disobey her lord, or did she intend to collude with that woman long ago? ”

“Sir Rossborn, pay attention to your words, and I will inform Count Corcova of what is happening here today, perhaps you have drunk too much, and I will leave you awake and awake. ”

Utah doesn't know what kind of madness this guy is. In her memory, the jazz gentleman, though not remarkable, is at least a gentleman of peace and courtesy, but today he seems as aggressive as a mad dog.

She turned around and shouted, “Guards! ”

At this time, the hall was slightly dark and a shadow covered the sun at the door. It was a young man in a black trench coat, a woolen coat with a thick layer of snowflake.

Yuta's voice was stuck in her throat: "Lord, lord...? ”

“Utah, why are you being so rude to your royal friends?” The young man frowned and asked.

Utah felt every cold hair up on her body, and that sharp metal tone was by no means the adult she was familiar with.

She took a subconscious step back and pulled out her long sword - a metal trembling in the air, the brightly shaking light reflected on the wall, the tip of the sword slightly shaking, pointing straight at the two opposite.

Utah held the sword Brando had given her, and the leather gloves engraved with the pine black crest moaned the handle and guard of the sword made of secret silver, shouting: “Guards, grab these two! ”

The young man, who had not smelled the sword in her hand, touched her cheek with his hand: “Weird, don't I look like Count Tonigle? ”

Utah was intolerable and shouted and stabbed, but she felt that her sword stabbed a barrier that she could no longer penetrate. The young man raised his hand and a sharp airflow swept through her abdomen. Yuta felt nothing but black in front of her eyes. Her little belly burst into tears. The platoon fell into Haiti. Her legs were soft and she could not hold the sword in her hand. ‘When' she fell to the ground, she also knelt down consciously.

At that moment, the whole lobby seemed to spin in front of her, spinning heaven and earth, and she felt herself falling to the ground, and her eye-catching blood slowly spreading through her field of vision, as if flowers were blooming in the Autumn Mountains.

The knight's eyes reflected pain and struggle, and she tried to climb up and grab something, but her bloodstained fingers eventually stopped.

Not far away, the sword given to her by the Lord lay quietly on the ground, her body slim and long, and her blade was reflecting the cool winter sun.

Roseburn glanced indifferently at the lady knight who had fallen into the bloodstream, and the young man beside him had turned in a different direction. The guard, who was rushing with a trident in that direction, suddenly flew up and backwards and hit the long table, knocking down the table and chair.

As if it were just a moment, the lobby, immersed in darkness, was quiet again.

Sir Rossburn squatted down and punched Yuta's nose with his fingers. “She's not dead. It's okay. We can still use her anyway. ”

He stood up again and struck a thumb, allowing several black knights in heavy armor to come in from the outside and remove the unconscious knight from the bloodbath.

The young man looked at Yuta's sword at his feet and thought about it for a moment. He stepped on it and folded it into two pieces.

When a noise sounds light.

Looks like someone hit the candlestick on the other end of the hall.

“Who!” Rossburn looked quickly in that direction and could only see the back of a brunette running away. He knew that girl, a Bucci country girl named Sue, who was the daughter of Red Copper Dragon Reto and a guest of Cold Cedar Castle: "Grab her and don't let her leave Cold Cedar Castle! ”

A wind blade had come out of the hands of a young man beside him, but this time it hit a stone column on the other side of the hall, stirring up rubble dust.

Sue had opened the back door in that direction and escaped from there.

“Catch her! ”

Rossburn didn't expect such an accident, and he shouted impatiently.

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