The Amber Sword: Act I letter (1)

letter (Part I)

"It's quite unusual here," Gal said. The afternoon sun is falling on the dead leaves, and the light around the forest is constantly changing: "Master."

"There is a legend circulating in mountain people, where there is a very different place in the forest, because the goddess of the lake is watching, in such a place, you must not turn back easily." Tirste said, Viscount pale and thin hands Pressing on the hilt of the sword, he turned his eyes to -- in the woods where a beast walked.

"Sir, you laughed," Gale was a little creepy, and he glanced around. There really seems to be a pair of eyes lurking in the shadow: "Chaos above, Divine Spirit is nothing but vain."

"No, Gail," Tirste replied, "I think Divine Spirit is real existence."

Gail looked at this young Viscount as if to see the roots of these heresies from the other side's kind eyes. Tirste is the sage of Origin Association. Those who can choose this position must be screened at the top. Whether it is wisdom, talent, or loyalty to the teachings, they are the best of all. Although character is a little fickle on weekdays, but It is still unbelievable to say such a sentence.

"If existence Divine Spirit," Gal replied, "Wouldn't our profanity be profanity?"

Tirste looked at him, his expression seemed to ridicule the weakness of this young Knight. "If there is Divine Spirit," he said, "are they necessarily correct, I don't think so?"

Gale was speechless, and then realized that he was different from the other.

The young Viscount turned around. At the edge of the forest, Knights finally dragged the boat from Xiaoshuiwan to the shore. "Let's go," he snapped his fingers. "In this kind of place, maybe you will encounter something like ghosts at night. Although there is no threat, it is also troublesome." He held the sword handle and gray cloth robe angle with one hand. Sweeping to the ground, turning and walking forward.

Gael follows closely behind.

A few days later, Knight came after him, "Sir, the third, fourth, fifth, and seventh teams have arrived," the whisperer reported: "We received a signal from the north before, except us. , The others are landing on the north side. As for the other teams, it seems that none of them can pass through the fog outside. "

Tirste looked at the scenery in the forest with interest, as if the changing light in the woodland was thrown into his narrow eyes and became softened. "So to speak," he said, "we have 37 people in all, right?"

Knight nodded.

"Thirty-seven Silver rank, plus me," he pointed to himself: "It should be enough to deal with a Knight of the Lake, if there is no error in the intelligence --"

Gail didn't answer.

The footsteps rustled in the forest, and Viscount Tirste turned back. Gal's hand was always clenched tightly on the handle of his sword, hissing hissing, "How big is this island," he asked, "Master?"

"Are you scared?" Tirste asked, "Gail, the fishermen said, Knight of the Lake will not appear outside Mountain of the Holy White."

Gail breathed in, let go of your hand stiffly: "I'm sorry, sir."

Tirste smiled kindly.

A group of people walked through the forest and met their companions to the north. They were in time to reach the holy white rock before the sun set in the afternoon, and the afterglow fell on the white-capped stone wall, which was dazzling. The young Viscount put his hand on the stone wall in front of everyone. His slender fingers stroked the uneven surface along the rock, and the rough touch responded to a sense of history.

It feels heavy, as if looking back thousands of years ago, the king came here with a sword and quietly slept in this forest.

"Here is a king sleeping inside," he said, "Do you know who it is?"

"Eicht?" Gayle asked.

"No," Tirste shook his head: "It's not him." He answered unclearly, then dropped his hand and walked along stone wall. It didn't take long for them to find a depression leading into the rock. Through the cave, there is an emerald-colored forest behind, which local mountain people call it 'Sleeping Forest'. The young Viscount stopped and asked, "Is it here?"

"Yes," replied Knight behind him, "informally, Knight of the Lake is hovering in the forest behind him."

"Are all your weapons ready?"

Everyone patted the sabre around his waist.

Viscount Tirste nodded with satisfaction: "In this case, then come with me."

"Chaos above!" Knights should reconcile.

...

Brando sat at the walnut desk and suddenly felt the Sage's Stone Tablet in his arms trembling slightly. Come again? He froze slightly. But wondering for a while, youngster simply put down the quill pen in his hand, reached out and took the thing out of his arms, and then laid it flat on the table with -- next to the spread out letter. Sage's Stone Tablet "Wow-hoo-wow" trembled slightly, and suddenly seemed to have life on the wooden table.

But after a while, it calmed down again.

Not moving.

"What's wrong," Amandina She asked, blinking slightly: " Lord Thane . "She sat quietly Brando One around noble High chairs lined with sunlight outside the window -- The sitting posture is straight and elegant, and the neck is long and graceful like a swan. Brando Looking back at her, she was suddenly out of control.

"It's nothing," he said, while gently pushing down the slate -- with his hand, but nothing happened. "About another low-frequency resonance," Brando thought for a moment. "Everything that has been happening recently." Having said that, he opened the drawer and put the slate in. Then I took the quill out of the ink bottle, but I was interrupted for a while, but I didn't know where to start.

Brando rubbed his forehead and got a headache.

"Are you writing to Freya Young Lady?" damsel glanced at letter on the table.

"Yeah, headache." Brando replied: "Although Grudin was killed, the real trouble has just begun." He re-raises head: "You said, Amandina, how do we deal with Count of Radnor?"

Amandina raised his eyes and glanced at him indignantly. "I think you can do it, sir," she replied, "when you go your own way, why didn't you ask my opinion?"

"If I give up," Brando smiled, "You will be at ease?"

damsel turned back and kept silent.

"Ao Jiao." Brando thought. He poked on the paper with the tip of a quill pen and asked, "Speaking back, what do you mean by those words with that female mercenary commander?"

"Meaning on the surface."

"I can't see it," Brando shook his head. "You have a complaint in my heart and I understand it, but you and I know that you are not a wordless person, let alone say so much in front of an outsider." He picked up the piece of parchment, crumpled it, and threw it out of the window. "It's very smart, isn't it Amandina; I'm so lucky to have someone like you --"

Amandina looked back at him with a touch of appreciation in his eyes.

"Because I thought Lord Thane would subdue those Mercenary," she replied, "I will make good claims."

"So don't blame me?" Brando let out a relaxed breath, "Thank God."

"Never blame it," damsel smiled slightly, "I was just dropped, and there was some anger." She frowned: "Instead of speaking, I'm more worried about not being able to keep up with your adults, I do n’t know, maybe something ingrained will make me go further and further. "

Brando smiled, thinking that he wouldn't be too far away --, but he did not say -- but took out a new letter. "So have any ideas," he asked, "Miss Adviser?"

Amandina nodded. "Almost," she said, "adult soldiers are taking risks. I am afraid that the next vicious danger cannot be resolved by ordinary methods. However, the struggle between noble and small ones is nothing more than unloading and borrowing. First, we must see if we can I ca n’t find anything to rely on, but I ’m afraid that the traditional one is not good. We have a shallow foundation and others will not accept the risk of offending Count of Radnor. Instead, we can consider his enemies, but not to mention that we are too small and we do already challenged game rules -- "she was a little bit embarrassed and thought for a moment:" the rest are those more unreasonable choices. For example, Southern Legion, Madara is not inconceivable -- "

Brando shook his hand. "Madara is fine," he replied, "you talk about Southern Legion."

"Count of Radnor and Madara alliance will probably not exceed these reasons," Amandina replied, "The first one is to weaken the Southern Legion by the hand of Madara; the other is to let it suppress the power of mountain people in Radnor, your attention. Is it here. Madara's Undead Army has not yet passed Lake of the Goddess Thunder Pond. From the news from the outside, the most active areas are also within the autonomous region of mountain people. "She said:" In this way, Southern Legion is isolated and helpless, I am afraid I hate it The dead Count of Radnor who ignored them. But most of the areas where Southern Legion is stationed are barren and barren land. Otherwise, the biggest trouble they face is the lack of supplies. And if we can form with them The offensive and defensive alliance, not to mention confronting Count of Radnor, can at least guarantee worry-free behind. "

"You mean Madara?"

damsel nodded.

"The solution is a good solution." Brando painted the parchment paper with a quill pen, meaninglessly, focusing on a little bit outside the window, as if thinking about something. "It's just that Southern Legion has fallen into a quagmire so far, after Madara It has long been cut off from the outside world. Even if this compilation is not existence, it is a problem. Even existence, how to contact them is another problem. "His nib stopped, breathed in," We ca n’t put hope on luck, so This method can only be used as a backup consideration. I can send staff in the direction of Mount Glars, but it will only be used as a means of insurance until I get any exact information.

He looked back: "Are there any other considerations?"

"How does Silver Elf that adults know, can you help?" Amandina asked, "If you can borrow money, they will be the biggest help for --."