The Amber Sword

Miss Merchant's sharp laughter still haunts the corridor and gradually moves away.

Two Bancian knights gazed at the scene - watching the black smoke scatter through the corridor. Sadr's dark eyes swept over: "What are you still standing there for?” He said coldly, "Clean this place up. ”

One and two less knights hurriedly lowered their heads, and the noise should be.

Sadr turned around and looked up and down at Antina, and what the woman had said when she left made him feel a little uncomfortable: "Are you the princess of this country? ”

Antitina looked into each other's eyes without fear, clear and firm, but silent.

Sadr snorted coldly in his heart, knowing that his psychological suggestion did not work. The magic of witches to confuse the mind, though powerful, must be based on the premise that the other party is unprotected, and if the surgeon is well aware of your means, then there is less hope.

Afraid of breaking the little girl's brain, he thought about not continuing, and his shady face made a gesture to Antina, indicating that she would follow.

Antitina, while not answering, also understood that her senseless resistance at this time was pointless and silently followed. The two men entered a study and the Sadr Witch did not speak. They took a subpoena ruby from the drawer and mopped it twice with their fingers.

About an hour later, a knock came from outside the door.

“Mr. Sadr. ”

When Antittina heard this voice, she felt blood pouring all over her brain, and she could not help but tremble. Sadr's witch knocked on the table and the door opened itself. Antitina looked up at the man outside the door and his eyes containing anger looked like two sharp long swords and stabbed at him.

Obviously, those outside the door did not expect to meet these two horrible eyes and had to take a conscious step backwards.

But when he saw who was the owner of this vision, he had to change his face: “How could it be you? ”

“Who is she?” Antitina had not yet had time to speak, and a bad hunch had long since begun to question the Sadr man, who was sitting still in his position and whose face was already dark and gloomy.

This is Makaro.

The heart of this royal party, the cunning fox of Lantoniland, the belly of the Lord Cannon...

The traitor was wearing a grey black fur coat at the moment, his head covered in open water and snow, and his horse boots filled with semi-dry dirt, which appeared to have arrived shortly before the light fort, but the road had not yet arrived in time to rest.

Antitina looked at him as pathetic, she couldn't help but laugh. Don Eruin's Tinsen was showing such cautious and shaking tail begging. Where else is there a little bit of the leader of the King Party?

Is this the pursuit of this man's life?

I really beg for mercy.

“My lord, something went wrong," Makaro, of course, understood what the other person's gaze meant, but deliberately turned a blind eye and replied respectfully to the side: “This is not Her Royal Highness, she is the mistress of Count Tonigal and a very powerful woman. ”

“I didn't expect you to be such a little man, Makaro," Antitina looked at the traitor and said coldly: “You betrayed Her Highness and insulted my relationship with Her Lordship. Do you think everyone is as filthy as you? You still have the face to call her Her Highness. ”

Makaro was just about to say sarcasm and listened to the Sadr Witch yell in disgust: "Shut the fuck up! ”

He suddenly reached out and a lightning burst out of his fingertips, hitting Antina in the chest. Antitina screamed and only felt herself hit a bookshelf backwards. The pain of drilling at the vest came, the bookshelf had fallen on her, the book fell down heavily and buried her underneath.

Blood immediately gushed from all over her mouth, smelling salty, and she coughed faintly twice, feeling like she was about to faint. But when she heard Sadr's voice outside, she said, "You better give me an explanation, Makaro. ”

“My lord…” Macaro resisted anxiety, explaining: “… I don't quite understand. ”

“People were caught by my men, but you gave them to me. Do you think my men dare to deceive me?” The Sadr witch sat in her seat, and her shady face was like a cloud breeding a storm: “Now that we've got her, you tell me she's not the princess? ”

“My lord... I understand...” Makaro swallowed a sip of spit and strangled his brain to understand where the problem was: “Can I see it? ”

The Sadr Witch snorted coldly and threw a gem in her hand, the Goering gem used to verify her descent when the Bansians captured Antitina.

Makaromer took over the stone and watched carefully - a stone that was originally part of the Lion's Heart Sword and was set on the counterweight hammer of the sword by the first generation of swordmakers as a symbol of the kingdom of Elouin.

Later, in the Battle of Balta, the stone was lost from the sword, and the knights retrieved it a year later; it was used by Jun Ek to form a crown, which has always been the treasure of the Sifah family.

And after the fall of the Sifah dynasty, the crown symbolizing the kingdom came naturally to the Korkova family, whose last owner was Obergu VII, who entrusted the crown to the royal party - in fact, it had always been in the hands of both Makaro and Ouverwell - before the passing of the old king.

Makaro looked closely at the sparkling gem and looked over and over for half a day, but couldn't see one, so he swore that it must be a real Goering gem, so how could this be a problem?

It took a while for this traitor to raise his head in doubt with the stone. Looking at his color, the Sadr Witch realizes that this is another waste of time: "Are you trying to say I'm mistaken? ”

“My lord, I…” Makaro's cold sweat really came down, he may be quite a character in Eruin, but in front of the Sassards, this is not worth mentioning at all.

He was about to find a statement to explain it, but it was at this time that a dull laugh came from under the overturned shelf: "… Mr. Witch, why should you let him continue to deceive you? ”

Makaro turned back subconsciously.

He saw a 'boom’ and the bookshelf was pushed away by a weak arm.

A young girl, full of injuries, climbed up from below and fell from her as if it were raining, but eventually the young girl wobbled and stood.

The young girl looked at the two people in the house and eventually looked at the Sadr Witch.

“My lord, she...” Makaro realized, hurrying to say.

But Sadr had no expression on his face and even the remnants of his anger had disappeared: “Let her go on. ”

Makaro had to keep his mouth shut, but the colour of God was very angry.

“Give me the stone," Antitina said, not letting him go, looking coldly at the traitor: "The Goering stone is a sacred object of Eruin, can you give it to a traitor like you? ”

“What do you want?” Makaro felt a little bad in his heart.

Antitina did not answer him at all, but looked to the Sadr Witch beside him.

“Give her.” The Sadr Witch did answer.

“My lord, be careful she might break this stone...”

“Give her.” The Sadr Witch accentuated his tone.

Makaro was helpless and had to do it.

He called it Lantonilan's sly fox, but the sly fox wouldn't dare to build it again in front of a real lion. Though a stomach conspiracy was tricky, it didn't do much here.

Antitina took over the stone, and just as soon as the common Goering stone touched her hand, it blew out a glow.

And when the gem stained her blood, it suddenly brightened - as if the center of the gem lit a flame, it slowly expanded outwards and finally became bright, softly lit in all directions.

The girl raised the stone with her hands as if she had raised a sun.

The dazzling rays of light shone in all directions, making Makaro dare not look directly at all, even if the Sadr Witch, not far away, could not help but squint his eyes.

“This...” Makaro was so stupid that he blocked his eyes with his hands and said out loud: “... how is this possible! ”

But Sadr's witch seemed much more steady, and he looked at Antitina only thoughtfully.

Antitina dropped the gem, as if to her heart, and the light of the gem gradually faded away as she moved.

She raised her head and looked directly into the eyes of the Sadr Witch and said in a very calm manner: “The person you are looking for is not reliable at all. He doesn't even know what Goering Gem really means. It is ridiculous to try to find Princess Griffin with this gem. ”

After that, Antina shut her mouth.

Just wait silently.

But she's really nervous, she's gambling, but with a slight misspeculation of a possibility, she could be dying right here.

Fortunately, she does not appear to have made any mistakes on key issues.

“Don't make a fuss,” Sadr said coldly. "Whatever you know, little girl, you can only live if you prove your worth. ”

“I mean,“ Antitina replied, equally callously, ”you are simply looking for the wrong people, the Korkova family ruling Eruin today, but they are only usurpers. ”

At this point, Makaro finally returned from the shock.

When he heard this, he suddenly flashed in his head the possibility that it was almost non-existent: “Wait, you... you mean...“

Antitina looked at the man somewhat reluctantly, and she reached out and pulled a necklace from under her neck, losing the decorative necklace, shaking gently in her hand - gleaming in the afternoon sun.

“Recognize it, Mr. Fox? ”

“Heart of Sifah!” Makaro is almost a step backwards: “You, you are the direct heir to the Sifah royal family!? ”

“Wait a minute," the witch interrupted two humans suddenly impatiently: "What is this, you say she is also heir to a royal family, you mean there are more than two heirs to the Korkova family, but this is not in line with the information I get. ”

“My lord, that is not the case.” Makaro reacted and dared not hesitate to give a brief account of Eruin's history, which made it clear why two royal bloodlines existed in the kingdom.

From the Battle of Grey Mountains to the turnover of the dynasty and the rise of the Corkova family, Sadr finally interrupted his words impatiently, stretching out his hand: “Well, I'm not interested in all this chatter, nor in how many kings this little place has ever been born - in fact, it's just a matter for you, is this little girl not meeting the requirements? ”

Makaro stunned for a moment.

He then answered with some embarrassment: "Sir, if what she says is true, I think it should fit. The Lion Heart Sword was originally held by the ancestor Jun Ek, who was actually the ancestor of the Sifah family… This woman is the direct descendant of Ercan III, which is actually more inheritance legitimate than today's Sifah family. ”

“Tell me the point," Sadr said, "that is, even if we find the princess, it is likely to be a waste of time? ”

Makaro had to explain with a stiff scalp: "My lord, I'm just saying it's possible. ”

As one of the wizard leaders of the Silver Federation, Sadr would have been blinded by his language and sneered: “So I have to thank you for your crookedness. ”

Makaro's cold sweat came down, and the second half of the sentence naturally couldn't say.

But Sadr shook his head, and he didn't make a big deal out of it. He knew how easy it was for a truly reliable man to turn his back on his beliefs. Only these little men would turn to them for a little gain, but without these idiots, where would the Sadrs come from?

He knew the relationship in his heart, but did not reveal it. He looked back at Antina and weighed the little girl up and down.

He doesn't care who he is, but he's just a monarch prince of a mortal in the district, a status that isn't worth mentioning in the eyes of the Sassards, as long as they can use the sword.

With that in mind, Sadr said in the words of Slow Slow Slip Sly, a wizard: "You have proven your worth, little girl, and now you can speak of your origins. ”

Antitina looked at the two people in the house and silenced for a moment.

When Makaro recounted Eruin's history, she was filled with aversion - the history of this ancient kingdom was a source of glory for some, but for others it was merely a rank of immortality that could be sold at any moment.

These people trample not only on their beliefs and ideals, but also on the blood and sacrifices of others.

Maybe they don't even fit that name.

But it has come a step, and even if it is, she can only persevere.

Antitina looked at the necklace in her hands with some treasure and replied softly: "According to the royal lineage, my real name should be Moria-Etalina de Sifah, and my ancestors were the last king of the Sifah dynasty, Ercan III. ”

“After the Battle of Grey Mountain, my father's grandfather fled Sifah with them, and then we settled in the South. My father's grandfather had a son and a daughter, the one who lost touch when the blood wand invaded Karasu, and we were the descendants of the other. After the turbulent years, we settled from Denel to the Goran-Elson and tried to maintain our aristocratic status until the fall of my father's generation...”

“But even though I have lost my aristocracy, I cannot abandon my ancient surname, even today my name is Antitina, in accordance with the vows made by our clan, but another name will follow me for the rest of my life. ”

The Sadr Witch nodded satisfactorily.

“It's a good story," he said, "and I'm sure you'll thank yourself for being frank, or I'll turn you into a piece of coke a few minutes ago, a world where only those who can prove their worth will survive, even the Salads. ”

The Buga wizard leader clapped his hands and patted his long, pale fingers stacked together, in a somewhat good mood: "After listening to your story, it's time to listen to our story, hopefully this story will bring you some inspiration. ”

He raised his hand and sang an ancient mysterious spell.

A few shadows intersect in the air, light and shadow weave each other, and finally form a long sword.

The Sadr Witch stood up, pointing her hand at the sword: “I think you should know the sword, Miss Antitina —— no, Princess Moria. ”

Of course Antina knows that sword.

Because that was the symbol of Eruin.

It is also a symbol of the West Fah family.

That's the Sacred Sword of the Lion Heart.

……