The Amber Sword: Act 132 late summer

Act 132 late summer

Brando finally managed to sort out his mentality, but when he was raises head again, he couldn't help but hesitated for a moment, because he saw Count Barry standing in front of himself:

What does this guy want?

"Is Mr. Brando the right?" Count of Violet put a smile back and asked seriously.

"What?" Brando asked in a bad mood.

"Although we have different opinions, our positions seem to be the same. At least I can be sure that you are not on the other side of us, right?" After waiting for Brando to answer, the Count of Violet continued: "Of course, we each hold our own The one's own method hopes that the kingdom will be on the road to rejuvenation, but there is no need to hate each other. I acknowledge that Mr. Makarov's approach has some extremes, but he is only a mortal after all. "

"What do you want to say?"

"Would you like to join us? How about practising it yourself rather than complaining? I hope to see your excellent youngster existence in our camp." Barry seems to completely forget the previous unhappiness , Sincerely invite.

This is in line with your usual style, Brando thought. But he shook his head and said nonsense, would it not be in the face of almost standing in the same camp, and it would be your turn to speak here? You need to know that with the help of Ginkgo biloba and Aloz, it is only a matter of minutes to leave this army. --, but Brando doesn't want to do anything. Scarlett and Sanford. already gave Makarov and Lockwood a lesson, but then further, there must be conflict between the two sides. Brando is not a reckless youngster. He knows that he has left the army of Duke of Ruhn here, maybe Her Highness the Princess will be driven in by the army commander of Anlieke. One is not even dangerous for Freya, let alone the future. .

Since the other party wisely did not continue to be confused about Golden Apple, he was too lazy to mention it again, but what to say to join.

It's a joke.

Brando Looking at this Lord Count, who also has some favorable feelings, he shook his head and replied coldly: "No," he refused categorically, but the latter sentence made Barry slightly surprised: "You are You will see me soon, believe me, but not here or in the way you wishful thinking -- "

Count of Violet listened to this sentence with a complex look, then took a deep look at Brando.

"Wait and wait."

He replied.

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The real battle was ended by the senior Knight students under the leadership of the junior officers. When the Freya new students arrived, they were in fact only responsible for cleaning the battlefield. This girl is like everyone else. When she arrived at the battlefield, she saw the carriage like a hedgehog on Central Forest Avenue. A row of Knight in silver armour surrounded the carriage. There were still many around -- Knight. Their companion's body, but even so, they didn't let anyone approach the carriage insisting that they deal with the wounds on the dead and their companions.

Therefore, as rivers Jing and Wei separate clearly on the battlefield is divided into two colors -- silver and purple, each of which does not interfere. There were corpses everywhere on the avenue, and the same was true in the forest. There were occasional screams of sorrow, or screams of damsel and Young Master. -- In fact, the senior students in the previous stage did not kill everyone And even some deliberately, they left many seriously injured. But in addition to the necessary liveliness, all the rest must be frozen bodies, this task is left to the freshmen who clean the battlefield.

Many people are frightened and don't even let their hands go. They even have nausea. However, it is much better to promote youngster from the garrison and militia like Freya. She just guessed the identity of the person in the carriage, and then focused on one's own work. The second son of Count of Bakerberg followed him with a blue iron complexion. All the vomiting had been done before. Now the youngster can only vomit weakly.

While holding a fir, he looked admirably at the clean and clear Freya, thinking that she was indeed a girl with character.

"... Do you know who it is?" he gasped.

"What?" Freya was slightly puzzled and asked back.

"Carriage."

The girl from the Bucce countryside looked at the carriage in doubt, and her bright eyes showed the one's own incomprehensibility, and she shook her head.

"The emblem on the carriage is Sacred Beetle, which belongs to only one person in the kingdom."

"Huh?"

youngster looked at Freya with a look of surprise, thinking that you did n’t even know this. How did you come to Royal Academy? However, he immediately found out that the other party did not pretend to have such a naive look, and had to shake his head to answer: "Master Lockwood, chief court of the Aouine's wizard."

“Ah!” girl was surprised.

The second son of Count of Bakerberg shook his head again: "But if the Lockwood master is in the carriage, we don't need our make a move at all. Therefore, there may be other people in the carriage, but there are not many people close to the Lockwood master who can borrow Except for His Majesty the King, his carriage is only his student. "

"Her Highness the Princess?" Freya couldn't help but stare there with her eyes wide open. Although she was just a country girl, she still knew these common sense.

youngster nodded.

But the two were talking, and a black warhorse suddenly passed over them. Immediately Knight passed through the forest quickly, but it seemed to be a bit frustrated, turned the horse's head in front and returned to the two of them -- and then stopped in front of them. Freya froze slightly, she and subconsciously raises head with youngster around her, and then saw the beautiful and indifferent face.

The head on the snow-white neck seems to be an exquisite work of art. Even in the north of Corcova, you can hardly see such a perfect face. An arc from the sharp chin seems to have just walked off the scroll. Down the same. It is inconceivable that the so-called beauty of the Northland, which is chanted in Bard's poems, may be born from this.

The girl ’s eyes seem to be a pair of frosty purple crystal. The Northlanders have more or less Miirna's bloodline, but this is quite rare. Her lips were clenched tightly, and the two thin sword eyebrows under the uniform bangs were picked slightly, and then slightly dissatisfied, giving a sense of unsmiling, straight, slender nose as if representing a girl extremely Strong character. But now, just a soft hum.

She looked down at the two men, glanced slowly over Freya, and fell on Count of Bakerberg's second son.

"Your name is Freya?"

She stared at the second son of Count of Bakerberg, making the latter feel as if she was locked by the falcon's sharp eyes in a poisonous snake in the grass. But when Nemesis spoke, his deep, cold, and slightly hoarse voice was asking Freya.

"Yes, yes."

"Your Horsemanship and Swordsmanship training results are very good," Nemesis said in a low and magnetic voice: "I have heard of you, but if you want to achieve the one's own wish, it is best to stay away from these The scum -- "girl was riding on the horse, looking back at youngster with a disdainful look, and bluntly said.

Both of them are stunned.

The second son of Count of Bakerberg frowned, subconsciously retorted: "Nemesis upperclasswoman, you say --"

But before he had finished speaking, he heard a soft bang, and then his neck was a little cold. The corner of his eye just touched the cold reflection on the bright sword edge, youngster found that Nemesis already turned over and dismounted, the sword was placed on his neck, and the whole action was done in one go. Even his hand was just set out with one's own A spreading hand froze.

"Did I allow you to interject?" Nemesis asked coldly.

youngster behind whole body in cold sweat, for a moment can not say a word.

"What's your name?" the girl asked again.

"Sang, Sangani ..."

"Shijie."

"Ni, Nemesis upperclasswoman, I --"

The sword in the girl's hand is slightly closer, interrupting him: "Report to the sir."

The second son of Count of Bakerberg swallowed a spit, and replied tremblingly: "Report to the sir, I am a second-year student, and there is no rank --." He scarcely dared to say a word, exhausted his strength and stiffened Squeeze out this sentence.

Nemesis ‘铮’ slammed the sword back and scabbard, so fast that almost no one could see clearly. She glanced back indifferently at the youngster who touched her neck and yelled in her heart. Her purple eyes were unconcealed, but when she opened her mouth, there was an unquestionable command: "So, soldier, I order you to shut up -- "

Then she turned back, straightened her hands for Freya. She twisted her collar a bit because she had cleared the battlefield before. Then she patted her shoulder gently and said softly, "Remember me, it's not bad for you -- "

Freya didn't move, but didn't know how to speak.

Yes, thanks?

But it ’s really good. Will you be the same person as the other person? Someday. She couldn't help thinking about it.

...

"Who is that?"

Half-Elven Princess turned back and asked youngster on one side in a low voice. Her gaze passed through the window of the carriage, and she always fell on the side of the forest. The whole process of the conflict between -- Count of Bakerberg and Nemesis fell into the girl's eyes. She opened the curtain with one hand, and looked at the two girls in the forest with a little stare familiarity.

"Mrs. Miller's daughter should be related to Archduke of Ruhn. Her talent is good, and she is a hard-liner of the royal family. She should be able to trust." Knight Bergen only took a look and replied.

While listening to youngster being silly, the girl couldn't help smiling: "Of course I know Nemesis. She is my close friend, Bergen. Are you too tired?"

"Sorry."

Bergen answered embarrassingly.

"I mean the other one, do you know it," Half-Elven Princess asked again: "I think she is familiar with --"

"That's Everton's daughter --"

A gentle voice came from outside the carriage.

Gryphine froze slightly, then a hint of surprise flashed in the pale silver eyes, she turned back and asked in a low voice: "Minister Oberbeck?"

A moment of silence outside the carriage.

A low laugh came immediately: "Correct old minister, Her Highness the Princess, it seems I'm a little late."

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