The Amber Sword

Coming out of the woods, Brando saw the man standing on the top of the hill. With the sea breeze soaring, Delphine stands raw under a European maple with her hands pressed against the back of her hat, her long black sandalwood hair flying and her head staring up at the distant coastline.

The green hills in the distance intersect with blue ocean dog teeth, a white line on the shore, a gull formation, and the white city of Lataki sits in a bay. Today, the Prime Minister wore a hidden green dress, which rose to reveal the black stockings underneath, with fascinating curves that echoed the flaming red fruit of the wild apple tree on the hillside.

When she heard the voice, she turned around and her purple eyes looked at Brando, smiling with a smile on her face, revealing her snowy white teeth: “What do you say? ”

“Very good.”

“I mean, how's that, pretty?” The Prime Minister held the dress with his hands and leaned slightly to one side, grinning lightly.

Brando nodded, nodded uncomfortably: "Beautiful. ”

“Thank you very much. ”

“We should be the ones to say thank you, you did better than all of us imagined, even the Bukas were persuaded by your speech, and I listened to Ms. Misserille, which was quite an excellent speech ——”

“But I don't want you to say thank you to me," Delphine looked up proudly: “I just want you to fall in love with me. ”

Brando shook his head: “But you know what. ”

“I know," Delphine closed her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly, taking a few steps toward the top of the mountain and taking a deep breath. Her full breasts rolled together, answering word for word: "But I don't care! ”

Brando looked at Delphine and walked towards the edge of the cliff. She jumped and grabbed her hand one step ahead: "Careful, what are you doing? ”

But what he saw was a pair of cunning eyes.

Delphine turned around and looked at him with a shallow smile: "I want to talk about a new relationship, leave the past behind, the man I'm after, the best man in the world, so I have to do everything I can to...”

Brando looked into her sincere eyes and couldn't speak for a moment.

“You always do your best. ”

“That's why I won't regret it," Delphine said, looking at the slight darkness of not getting the answer she wanted, but she shook her head immediately: “One day, I'll let you say yes. ”

Brando laughed bitterly: "Is this a kind of irrationality? ”

“So what? Emotions are wild, but my eyes are always clear. ”

Yeah, Brando looks at this contradictory girl, who's fanatical and calm, ambitious and insisting on something confusing. What kind of family, what kind of life, created such a treasure?

Prime Minister Qianjin threw a strand of hair behind his head and looked back at the scenery he had previously observed, suddenly saying: “The situation in the Four Realms is very different after the death spirit joined the Buga people in the war. The forces of dusk may retreat temporarily, people can finally relax and reconvene the Alliance of the Four Realms. I hear that even Toquinin and Hazel will be represented this time...”

She overstepped: "So where are you going next? ”

“I'll be with you this time to St. Osor.” Brando replied.

Delphine laughed very happily and she grabbed Brando's hand quietly: "This will be another St. White Conference. ”

“Is that what you expect? ”

Brando, look at her.

“What's the difference?” The prime minister turned his head and saw that blue color in his eyes, both clear and obsessed: “I will personally take you to that position, where you will take the crown. ”

Brando did not speak, but surprisingly did not refute it.

Let Delphine grasp her hands gently, her cold fingers intertwined with each other.

The two hands held together so tightly that they were so silent that they looked at the distant earth.

That was the last view of the sword year.

Bino no.

……

The Count, dressed in a majestic dress, with a holy sword in his hand, jumped off the carriage gently under the guard of the knights, stood in place and looked up at the towering gate.

Ambethel, she came back here again in her lifetime, a city that carried too many memories of her.

Already at the end of January, the chills began to subside, the season of the Grassy Inge Fly, along the banks of the Monibol River, a team of knights entering and exiting the city gate. The arrival of dwarf King California and his dwarf cavalry caused a lot of unrest, but it was only after Brayson recognized the captain of the cavalry who came to take charge that a misunderstanding and conflict were quenched.

The great jet of Corcova has spread throughout Eruin, and when the knight learned that it was the king of the dwarves, he honorably gave the latter a gift of gratitude for the war.

He then briefed Bresson and others on the current situation in the South at the moment.

After the Battle of Tonigal, the coalition of North and South aristocrats virtually dissipated, and most opted to surrender their weapons, except for a small number of bad luck who died in the war - yet this time His Royal Highness did not condone their crimes, but instead sent them all to prison.

Such harsh punishments naturally provoked strong resistance, but the Tonigars then taught these enclosed nobles a painful lesson with their vigour.

Let Denel win the first battle and from then on lay the winner of the battle for the South.

Thereafter, the Rantoniland rebellion calmed down, and Haruze, escorted by the Knights, entered Ofa to recover Anrek. Three weeks ago, the Third Column of the White Lion Corps, stationed near Anlek, began a counterattack and, within a week, captured Ambesseur.

At this time, the Royal Fleet was attacking the Earl of Grey Mountain under the orders of His Royal Highness, and Eru's long-awaited battle for the light of the North was on fire. The long-standing division of the kingdom seemed to come to an end at this moment.

In the south, the Tonigars, led by Princess Griffin, have contiguously overrun Magitan and Kurk and besieged Maggsk, the chief minister of the Duke of Goran-Elson, in Pragues, and the highland knights have sworn allegiance to the Crown and entered Vieira from Carasou, although the southern nobles have not yet finally surrendered, their defeat is only a matter of time.

The Cavaliers of the White Lion Guard heard the news, and these young people were cheering for the future of the kingdom - the ideals they had been pursuing, and at last everyone saw the dawn of victory.

After today, Elouin will be resurrected from the flames to welcome a new kingdom.

Young people bid farewell to Brayson and Manrique, demanding that they return to the ranks of the White Lion Legion, waiting only for His Royal Highness, the future king, to give the desirable victory and truly hold it in his hands.

Bresson looked silently at the waves of the bay, as did the tumultuous emotions in his chest.

From Lidenburg to that little guard captain until today, he walked all the way to witness the collapse and resurgence of the kingdom and the sword shadow and conspiracy behind the nobles' struggle for power.

And one day this ancient kingdom will be reunited with the heavens.

But he understands it all because of that man.

“Sure enough," he shook his head: “It's still too far away...”

“It's almost over.” Manrik suddenly said.

“Yeah.”

Nobody knows what the future will be.

But the kingdom is waving goodbye to its past, and as history crosses with the future, a new round of sunrise will rise again from below the horizon.

Among the crowd, Delphirie was equally silent. When she heard about Baron Dahler's death, she found that she could not bear a single wave in her heart. After all that she had been through, what she had been through compared to what she had seen and heard since that year was only so insignificant.

She looked at the holy sword in her hand and suddenly lost her mind.

“What about Count Tony Gale?” Dwarf King California suddenly interjected, carrying the hammer on his shoulder with his hand, and looked down at several people and asked, “What about your Eluyn hero for half a day? ”

Where did Count Tonigle go?

The captain of the knight was also stunned.

“My lord... it seems that Eruin is no longer here...”

“What?”

……

“Lord Duke, are you there? ”

The woman held the apron with one hand, knocked gently on the door with one hand, and then turned back, looking at the two knights behind her with beautiful brown eyes, shook her head and whispered, “The adult said he wanted to be alone for a moment. ”

“The adult has been in there all day and all night.” One of the knights couldn't help but say: "And the dripping rice hasn't gone in. ”

“BUT -" made the woman want to say anything else, but she had time to say it in the future, and another knight had grabbed her hand and pulled her away, giving her a look at her companion.

“Wait, you can't!” That amazes women.

And the first knight had grabbed the door handle with one hand, and then hit it hard, making a loud noise, and the thin wind and wood door was directly cracked open. The knight pushed the door open with one hand and before lifting it, heard a terrifying scream behind him.

“Lord Martha!” She looked at the house pale, her hands covered her mouth and almost sat her ass back on the floor: “Lord Martha, Lord Duke...”

The knights also stepped back in their faces.

In the study, Grand Duke Vieiro wore one of his favorite outerwear and sat on his chair in front of him in blue iron.

The former ruler of the land, at this moment dysfunctional, crooked his head, the blue foam dripping down the corner of his mouth to his chest; his eyes glaring round, his already stiff hands on the table, and his bursting right hand holding an empty crystal bottle.

A page of suicide note, quietly placed on his desk.

“Ah--!” It caused the woman to scream again and rush out backwards with a rolling belt.

One of the knights tried to catch her, but was stopped by his companions. The knight grabbed the hand of his colleague and shook his head: “Let her go, just in time to inform the others that Sir Stoffer is not here and that there is no longer a master in the castle. ”

“So what do we do now? ”

“See that letter? We have to protect it," the knight replied calmly. ”Go tell Miss Owney that she has the right to know all about it, and from this moment on, no one can enter this room except the members of the Vieiro family. ”

His companion nodded silently.

And right now, in Valentinburg, there's already chaos.

……

“Ready -” Knight Captain, raise your hands: “Put it down! ”

Softly, an arrow rained high and took off, crossing a beautiful parabola and flying in the wind to the distant head of Prague.

The wind sounded the note in Princess Griffin's hand, pressing her silver long hair, raising her head and looking out into the distant city with beautiful eyes.

Under the cover of dozens of snake lizards, the White Lion Guard has begun to attack the city -

The giant beasts are tall and almost flat with the walls of the city, and just side by side and let the sergeant on the back of the tower drop the ladder to allow the Raiders to rush directly into the city.

And after the tree elves on the tower and the half-man marksman, and even the aristocratic private army, lost the advantage of the city's ascendancy, Grand Duke Goran-Elson's hopeful line of defense became a bubble.

Not to mention the Goddesses of Martial Arts who flew through the air, and under their pressure, the only Dragon Knight in Prague could not even lift up.

In less than a minute, the white flag was raised on the head of Prague City.

Above the castle, former Silver Winged Cavalry Commander Mags Kermer stared at the land that once belonged to him.

The magical flashes of smoke that had been raised all over the city reminded him that failure was approaching.

He stood in the wind a little bit, filled with unwillingness —— why would he lose? The coalition not only enjoys the support of all the nobles, but there is secretly intelligence from the Return of Things, not to mention the support of the powerful Sassards.

But why lose, or lose so completely?

As if overnight, Eruin's history had been completely rewritten.

Everything was like the re-enactment of the Battle of Ambethel, a battle that could change the history of a kingdom, and after the First World War, all fantasies were shadowed.

Toniguer again.

Why are you always Tonigalese?

Magsk punched the city in the face, and if he had known that the grandson of Darius was under his control, he would have found the bastard and sentenced him to death. But the idea was just an impractical vent, and he shook his head and his heart was filled with remorse - he was too eager to lose everything.

“Sir, we have to go.” The waiter came up from behind and pulled his sleeve, whispering: “If you don't leave, it won't be too late. ”

Magsk nodded, and the former head of the Silver Wings Cavalry Corps had always been a cautious man, who had invested in the return of all things long before the First Black Rose War, but who had slimly lurked in the name of fake death in the liquidation of the return of all things for the first time after the Ambessel War. It was not until after the Second Black Rose War that the Royal Party betrayed the Elder Princess that he regained the trust of the Duke of Goran-Elson through the return of all things, whose smoothness and indulgence were evident.

It can be said that the world knows that the former head of the delegation is a walking dog of all things, but every time he 'luckily' escaped justice, this time if not too forgetful, he will not fall into the present situation. But even so, he had arranged a way back for himself, and even if he were once again deprived of his aristocracy, at least the wealth he had taken from Prague would be enough for him to enjoy his old age.

Besides, nobles may not necessarily be completely dead, and there will always be a day when the ashes will rekindle, and he can wait.

He took a final look, with some regret, at the city that once belonged to him.

Then followed the attendant out of the castle's rooftop.

But just as he entered the lobby, the waiter made a scream and fell on his back. Magsk stared at the middle-aged man with the crossbow who suddenly appeared in front of him, and the crossbow arrow whose tail feather was still slightly trembling on his servant's throat.

It was an extremely poor middle-aged man.

Hair fluttered and dusty on the face, but only one pair of eyes remained sparkling. His clothes, though still visible to his nobility, were already broken and dirty, as if they had been picked up from the garbage pile.

But that's the one, smiling politely at Megsk, and walking out the door behind him, two more each.

Magsk was stunned to recognize one of them, a subordinate member of the Prague House of Lords - who, he recalls, seems to be called Habci, and whose son is said to be serving in the White Lion Corps and enjoys the confidence of Her Royal Highness.

And that's the kind of person —— the Ping Su nest sac, the guy who waits for the reception to be cautious and not guilty at all —— with a bloody long sword in his hand at the moment, looking at him with a cold eye.

And the other guy, Magsk, didn't know him, but he scared him more. Because the man in the knight's costume looks plain, he is carrying a sword and wearing a fine badge, and the candle fire above the badge is gleaming.

That's a candle fire badge.

There's only one of these in the whole of Eruin.

“Scott, thank you for bringing us here," the middle-aged man said with a smile to the knight, with respect in his breath: "If you don't mind, the more I'll take over. ”

The knight glanced at Magsk and nodded silently.

“Ovewell...” Magsk sounded a little dull: “If you win, why kill them all?" ”

“Kill me and imprison me here. You don't think I'm going to take revenge?” Ovewell looks at him coldly: "You don't think nobody knows about turning everything back into a meeting and selling Butch's intel to the Madalas? And that betrayal 30 years ago, you really think nobody will ever remember it? ”

“But I'm a nobleman, and you can't...! ”

“Noble, you are nothing but a walking dog. ”

Magsk's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, suddenly yelling, pulling out his sword and chopping at them.

But before Ovewell could make it, Magsk saw a long sword stab into his chest. Ridiculously, he couldn't even see when the sword had been pulled out.

He made a chirping noise in his throat, shaking and kneeling.

“You took a shot at a sword saint's son,” Ovewell said sarcastically, "at least before dying, you impressed me with your courage, old man. ”

Magsk fell to the ground.

Scott, this is where the sword is retrieved.

Ovewell looked at him and said wholeheartedly: "For years, your swordsmanship has not regressed at all. ”

But this man just shook his head silently.

In the evening.

Princess Griffin finally met the head of the Silver Wings Cavalry.

But she didn't even take a closer look, just turned around and gave the note to Ovewell.

“My grandfather committed suicide, and the Vieiro family has surrendered to the highland knights of Carrassou, who want my refuge. ”

“What does Her Highness think? ”

Gryphine shut her mouth.

Is she happy that she doesn't know what kind of thought she should have in her heart? But not necessarily, after all, that's her grandfather, but sad, and maybe some of that doesn't count.

She shook her head slightly: “I am not a bloodthirsty person, but those who have participated in the rebellion must be punished - as for the innocent, invite Miss Ohnie to represent the Vieiro family as a member of the House of Lords. ”

“Is the House of Lords the new House of Lords?” Ovewell raised his head and asked.

“Yes, the nobles of Eruin will be reborn in this war to lead this country in a new way, and those old things, there is no need to stay," Griffin laughed with ridicule: “At first, I was going to promise you an earl's enclosure, and now it looks like I'm going to lose my word. ”

Ovewell cared about that, and he shook his head.

“None of these are my pursuits, and while there may be some corrections, they are nothing compared to your knight. But at least I'm glad that some people are blindfolded by interests and greed, but there are still others who have not joined them. ”

“Teacher, you're one of them. ”

Ovewell smiled with some pride.

Griffin looked at him and asked, "Teacher, I would like to invite you to be the first Speaker of the Aruin Lordship Council. ”

The lone wolf of Eruin listened to the problem and watched with emotion the sunset falling far below the horizon.

He was silent for a while before giving the answer to the question. “There should have been a more suitable candidate for this position," he said. "Both His Royal Highness the King and Brando are better suited than I am. ”

“Brother, he is indeed a hero of Eruin. ”

Ovewell was somewhat surprised that Her Royal Highness deliberately avoided the man.

But Griffin just raised her head and gazed calmly at the hidden rising stars of the East. She finally realized her ideals and re-established her faith in this kingdom, but at this moment she found that she was not very happy in her heart.

Turns out I lost more for it.

……