The Amber Sword

After a brief disturbance, calm returned to the tent. The emergence of the jewels of the wind gave everyone hope, as if there was a hand in the underworld that was driving all this, but people preferred to believe that it was Lord Martha's blessing to her people, perhaps the victory of the war was not unpredictable. People's hearts calmed down a little, and Neil Fisher asked, “So what's the last sword? ”

“Sword of Nature. ”

“Can we find this sword in a short time, I mean, before the Dragon of Dusk and the Wolf Essex? ”

“With regard to the Holy Sword of Nature," Brando replied openly, "the scepter of Nature and the Holy Sword's soul, as I have described before, have been separated from the boundary of stagnation, and the Holy Sword itself should be in Rubik at this moment. ”

"Rubik, is that the kingdom of the desert? ”

“Exactly, the Gravekeeper guarded the sword for generations, and I learned that by chance, but the two friends swore to us that they would bring it back, and I believe them.” Brando remembers Adenie and Naquel, who should be on their way to Eruin.

People were in a commotion and Dwarf King California asked, "What do you mean, the seven swords have gathered? ”

Even Solomon looked a little surprised. Everyone made up their mind to find the seven swords, but they didn't expect the surprise to come so fast, and when they saw the acquiescence of the head of Brando, several people in the tent looked at what the Lord of Fire looked like - the owner of the seven swords, and it was self-evident what that meant behind them.

Everyone, including King California of the Dwarves and King Solomon of the Wizards, stood together and owed themselves in this direction, both for Vaughn and for Martha's authority.

Brando didn't say a word.

Once the plan was in place, the meeting came to an end--

It was almost dawn when we left. In the camp of the black hole, only a few wind lights swayed in the darkness far away, the last star of the eastern sky was sinking beneath the horizon, the sky had dimmed blue, the night wind had passed through the wilderness of Manctore, shouting, with the chills near autumn, only Antitina and Delphine waited in the cold wind, they saw Brando far away, the lady of the staff first came up, while the Chancellor Jin followed with a laugh.

“Didn't I tell you to go get some rest?” Brando looked at his staff lady with a bit of heartache, and when he thought that she might have stood in the cold wind all night, Cesar trembled, he took off his jacket and put it on Antitina. Delphine stood by and smiled and glanced at him-- ‘Me?’ But Brando didn't take a good glance.

Antitina grabbed Lord's coat tightly with her hands, perhaps because of the temperature recovery, her face was a little red, her long eyelashes were pounding, and there was some softness in her dazzling eyes: “I was going back, but I couldn't sleep either vertically or horizontally. I received a report in the middle of the night and came back. ”

“Where is she?” Brando showed the prime minister a thousand pieces of gold in a thick mink coat.

“Miss Delphine just arrived.” Antitina answered truthfully.

Delphine missed her head with a smile and didn't think so.

Brando would have thought so, but this woman loved to pretend to be pathetic. If Antina wasn't here, she would have pretended to be standing here all night. But seeing the latter's face blown a little white, his heart was slightly soft, anyway, at least the other side came, wasn't it?

He took out another jacket from the suspended sphere, and painted the gourd cover on Delphine as usual. The Chancellor glanced at him with love, causing Brando to shake his head.

The three men marched forward in the darkness, leaving only the footsteps of the sand under their feet, and for a moment no one spoke voluntarily, as if enjoying this unspeakable moment of silence; people often said that in silence, they could feel more of the heart of others, as if this was the feeling in Brando's heart at this moment, he could hear the rhythmic beat of Antitina and Delphine's two fine and delicate hearts, one slightly faster, one gentle and long, as if it were the silent words of two young girls of different personalities, leaning towards him.

He did not know whether Antina and Delphine felt the same way, but the Lady of Staff and the Prime Minister were silent, as if they tasted the tranquillity of the moment with the same finesse.

Until a string of footsteps came from behind, and that heavy step stayed soft on the cat animal, Brando knew who was coming after him. “Mr. Brando!” Neil Fischer shouted in the back, and when he saw the two people next to Brando, the grown man quickly understood something and some of them stopped embarrassed: "Sorry, Lord of Fire, I'm disturbing you...”

Brando turned around and looked at the lion prince, and Antina and Delphine stood with him as well. Neil Fisherty is tall, even taller than Brando, but when Brando looks at each other, he always stays the same, and the Lion Prince even feels lower.

“In private," Brando laughed. "You can call me Brando, but I prefer that name. ”

Neil Fisher nodded and a beautiful girl came out the back - she looked at Delphine curiously and held Prince Lion's hand quietly.

“What can I do for you, Prince Neil?” Brando was also a little curious to gauge the young girl, who seemed to be a Cruz, but how could she be with the Lion Prince - the two of them still seemed to be a couple, with a little visual impact on the beast and the beast.

But Prince Nair, in any respect, is more in line with the aesthetics of humankind, especially his stature, even with the face of the lion, full of fortitude and good-looking. It has an eye as bright as a emerald stone, filled with heroic and courageous colors, and its identity and strength, it is not surprising that it leads to the inclination of human adolescent girls.

But in front of Brando, the heroic and courageous prince of the lion kicked a little, as if he were a teenager. It once looked down on His Majesty the King of Fire, born of the Eruites, who seemed a little weaker than the Cruz, and what heroes could there be in this ageing kingdom?

But the sword of the earth changed everything.

That is not just the strength, but the breadth of the breast, and the strength of His Majesty the King of Fire, enough to kill a demon king, does not need to be repeated at all. Powerful and not arrogant, this is almost the qualities of the foreigner, who inherited the Holy Sword Odyphus, not just the heirloom of Gilt, the King of Fire, but equally wise and visionary.

Such a hero is truly heartbreaking.

At this moment, Neil Fischer is already admiring Brando. He seemed a little distracted for a while. The brave Lion Warrior of the past stumbled and couldn't say anything until the girl next to him shook his hand and the Lion Prince reacted.

It has only one eye left, and its eyes become firm.

“Lord of Fire,” Neil Fisher said out loud: "I came to apologize for the rudeness of the time, you are a true hero and I am ashamed of your loss. ”

Brando was slightly stunned and did not expect the Lion Prince to return to such a solemn recount of the past.

“I didn't really care. ”

“I know you don't care, but if I don't, I think I'll regret it for the rest of my life," Prince Lion said resolutely, "I just want to face my heart, Lord of Fire, and true courage should be without fear of my heart - because I hope one day I'll be a hero like you! ”

Brando got a little interested.

He has met many who consider themselves superior, but none of them is truly strong inside, even including the Silver Queen. Some of them see self-righteousness, willingness and solitude as firmness, recklessness and abuse of power as courage, but they do not even dare look directly into their hearts, and a man who cannot shoulder his responsibilities will never be king.

But what is a hero?

“What do you think is a hero, Prince Nair," he asked. ”

“Heroes, naturally, are the ones who can rescue everything in despair, just like you, Your Majesty the King of Fire. He must shine in history, as remembered later - like the stars in the night sky, glowing for thousands of years.” The Lion Prince replied without hesitation.

But Brando shook his head: “I don't think so. ”

Neil Fisher looked at him with his mouth wide open.

“That's all right, that's just my opinion,” Brando laughed. "Anyway, hopefully one day you'll be the hero in your head. ”

Prince Lion nodded heavily.

Watching the lion prince's back not go into darkness.

Antitina asked softly, "What do lords think heroes are?” Listen to this question, Delphine on one side looks in this direction curiously, her beautiful face is bright and dark in the light of the wind lights on the side of the road, and her purple eyes sparkle with a sparse glimmer of doubt.

“There's no hero, Antina.” Brando replied.

“No heroes?” Antitina stunned.

But Brando chose to remain silent on Antina's second question. After a while, he changed the subject: “Who is that girl? ”

“Duke Stick's daughter,” Delphine said, looking curiously at Brando. “She's not as bad as my beauty, and so is her brain. Why, suddenly ask about this? ”

“Just curious," replied Brando. "I think she seemed to know you. ”

Prime Minister Qianjin smiled softly: “She sees me as a nail in the eye and naturally knows me. ”

Brando couldn't help but look at her and have a preliminary understanding of the circle of noble ladies - like the relationship between Faina and Delphine, which is rare indeed in this circle. Perhaps only the seemingly barbaric but actually indisputable little princess Mehotofen can accept the Prime Minister's thoughtful 'best friend'.

This time, Delphine took advantage of poor Faina, who still seems to be unaware. Pushing him to the position of King of Fire, Delphine merely proposed, but in the eyes of the Cruz aristocrats, Faina was the mastermind from beginning to end and also the implementer of the plan, and I'm afraid few, other than a few, knew that there was a prime minister behind it.

But unfortunately, those who recognize this will either not say it, or they will be Delphine's father and brother, for example, the old Chancellor. The Prime Minister, Kim, so easily hid himself behind the scenes, masterminded this drama that changed Cruz - or even the entire history of Vaughn.

“Don't let Faina get into politics again," Brando couldn't help but say, “You know she's not fit for this, this time for a reason, but it's already caused her dissatisfaction among the nobles. ”

“What, heartache?” Delphine laughed.

Brando glanced at her again.

He silenced himself and stopped ignoring the Prime Minister's thousandth of gold, beware of the latter. He knew that his staff lady did not say anything, but that there was actually a lot of mustard in her heart about this prime minister, which Delphine herself seemed to know very well, and never crossed the line easily.

She is like a special outsider, always outside the Valhalla system, but not too far away - actually getting closer and closer, even Princess Griffin and Freya have occasionally begun to accept her presence, even discussing with her matters concerning the interior of the Kingdom. Good thing Brando is in the throne of Empire Emperor at this moment, Delphine, as his neighbor, also obtained the acquiescence of the high echelons of the Empire, including the old Chancellor Neitherwin and the Great Saint Walla, not to speak ill.

After a while, Brando asked, “What is the report about? ”

Tightly wrapped in his coat, Antina raised her head and slowly blinked her eyes before reacting - hurriedly lowering her head and answering: "It's the witches' report. ”

Brando came to understand, “Is that plan being implemented? ”

“Well," nodded the bureaucrat lady, "because of Buga's strong support, there was some disagreement, but the response was not too great, much better than we had anticipated beforehand. Maybe two or three years from now, we'll see the initial results, but many people don't understand why we're doing this. ”

Brando sighed and the sky had faintly revealed a slight gap, his dark eyes reflected morning glow and his eyes seemed a little distant.

“Just to prepare in advance. ”

“Ready?” Antitina asked, "What are we going to use for our war with the Dragon of Dusk? ”

“No, for the next era. ”

“The next era…?” Antitina suddenly caught hold of her, and she stood for a moment and found that Brando had come forward before rushing after her. She did not know how to judge her mood at this moment, perhaps a little stunned, but somewhat pleased, as if it had all returned to its place of origin, as it had at the beginning of the encounter - a moment of frustration, even despair, when only this man firmly believed in the future.

He was proven right.

And this time?

What will happen in the next era? She was suddenly somewhat envious, because people did not even know they could live to see the advent of that era, and there was no doubt that many would die in such a war and become anonymous monuments - perhaps admired as future generations, but could also be turned into nothing but dust, as in the history of the universe.

Only he still believes.

Antitina chased him up and rarely asked, “So Lord, what will the next era look like? ”

Brando silenced for a moment and said to the two: "Perhaps it was a time of mortals, a time that might be a lot different from what it is today, but people might remember you, Antina. ”

“Me?”

“Your work,” Brando said suddenly, turning back. “Is it successful? ”

“Ah!" The bureaucrat shrieked in surprise. Her eyes were filled with thin water vapor. She probably never thought that joy would simply fill her heart, just as she didn't think, so Brando never forgot.

That's where her ideals and interests lie, changing the world with magical powers.

Even if this has never been raised with anyone else, Eruin's affairs are only a responsibility to her Lord, and only this tiny dream is all she loves wholeheartedly, not only inheriting her dreams, but also her thoughts about her family.

“It was just a small success, but there were many shortcomings, and only once in dozens of experiments.” For the first time, the lady from the staff answered like a helpless little girl.

Delphine, who led behind the two, watched with some interest.

Brando shook his head: "It's a coincidence that without success, it opens a new page for history, though it's still very modest. ”

Antitina's face turned red.

Not shy, but too ashamed. She had never thought that her work would have such a historical status. If it hadn't been said by Brando, it would have been a laugh. In this area, in front of the Hazel people, who were masters, how dare she say that a small thing like this was invented by an Eruin in her precinct?

This is a very generous declaration of laughter.

But she didn't know that Brando wasn't predicting the future, but seeing it for sure —— for Eruin, for the world, what this moment means. Perhaps decades from now, people will realize how important the October of the Year of the Swallow is to Warnd's history.

It's about a gray crystal.

In the second half of the year, in many parts of central Warnd, a more far-reaching plan began to be implemented.

When civilian students from all over St. Osor's, Eruin's, Silver Bay and the Great Plains influxed into these schools, they were surprised to find that their new teachers would be twelve witches from Bunoson or people of wisdom from above the Hazel Plateau.

At the end of the first century, for the first time in the year, dark magic had risen to the stage of history, and the power of the wizards seemed to have begun to recede, while magic technology, at the initiative of various countries, had begun to dominate the civilization of order.

However, in a magic school in Tonigal, the substitute tutor had just taken a sparkling crystal out of his robe, and he held it up and said to all the students down the stage: “You can take a closer look, this is a gray crystal, or you can call it a magic crystal, which is a very unstable dark magic polymer. ”

“In the past, it has often been used as a fierce explosive, even in most wars. But now, with such a magic engine, one can more smoothly extract the powerful magic it contains -"

In those eyes filled with a desire for knowledge, watching this crystal teenage girl, they did not yet understand that they were witnessing the birth of an age.

During the year, an aristocratic lady from Eruin invented a humble machine. With it, for the first time, people truly escape their dependence on the power within the Tiamat law.

The first day of the frosty month.

The snow has not yet fallen in the wilderness of the Four Kingdoms, the last day Brando stayed in Manctore, when he met again with the head of the Knights of Finn Zan. Silver wire has been quietly produced by this great commander, as if it were a symbol of the wind frost experienced by the Finn Zan during the year, who has travelled thousands of miles and has just returned from the Great Plains to Manctore.

“Thank you.” In the face of this great leader, Brando also had to say: "How is Finn Zan now? ”

“Everything is fine, thanks to the help of all the nations on the Great Plains, where we rebuilt the Holy See," replied the head of the Order of Finn Zan, "the Empire is gradually regaining its vitality, although it is not yet a one-and-a-half hour thing, but I think we will be able to rejoin the war perhaps by the beginning of next year. ”

“That was just in time for the end of the war," Brando nodded. “With Finzan and Ellanta joining in, the chances of winning the war have improved considerably. ”

He stopped. Stop.

Then look at each other.

Brando knew that this great commander would never come all the way to find himself, even if he was an extraordinary man, and could be described as the nominal commander of this sacred alliance. But that was only nominal, not to mention the fact that the Finn Zans had freed him of goodwill long before the Peace Conference began, and not only this great commander, but also the Knights of the Supreme Trial and the Knights of the Holy Light came to him more than once.

But he hasn't figured out exactly what the Finns want from him.

The head of the Knights of Finn Zan glanced at Solomon, an unusually tall man, and nodded with a serious witch king.

“Lord of Fire, someone wants to see you. ”

……

“Tester--”

When Brando saw the skinny, angry man in that dim tent, he was lying on a marching bed, his cloudy eyes seemed to have the last slight light, his cheeks were thin and pale, as if he could swallow his last breath at any time, but like a strong will to support him, and he persisted to this day.

That's the kind of person who doesn't have ghosts, but Brando recognized each other at first sight.

Perhaps because it was the Battle of Life and Death at the Braggs underground auction site that was so impressive.

The noble swordsman with the finest sword on his hand, approaching step by step, seemed to have been there, and it was on the brink of life and death that he chose the path of a traveling magician. Or it could be said that from that moment on, he chose the path that lasted until today.

Looking back, as if it had appeared yesterday.

Once again, the two met, again, as far back as Pragues, in the backyard of a house isolated from each other in the dark. At that time, after a hasty farewell, I didn't expect to meet again, but it was actually in a place like this. Just as Brando recognized Tester, Tester recognized this young man from Butch.

His eyes lit up like two ghost fires, struggling to get up from the bed, but it was only with the help of a knight that he made the effort.

Tester gasped heavily and looked at Brando.

Brando frowned and was not used to looking straight at each other.

“How did you end up like this? ”

“Where's the beacon?” Tester asked in a dull voice.

“Beacon? ”

“The tablets," Tester said, as if to use all his strength, but he insisted and articulated what he meant: "You know, Antina's father. ”

Brando was in shock.

But Viscount Tester had taken a piece of stone out of his arms, trembling one step at a time, and placed it on a short cabinet by the bed, and he looked up and looked firmly at Brando. That tablet, taupe brown, slightly flat, in Brando's view, how can it be unfamiliar?

“This is the last piece,” answered Testo with impatience: "The shepherd took them to Finn Zan, and now it's back...”

……