The Amber Sword: Acts 29Princess and Princess III

Once the war is on the agenda, the preparations are like a wild horse with its reins unleashed and running forward. ([]) Trentheim entered the state of combat readiness early, White Lion Infantry began to be enriched, and since Medissa returned to the territory, the training of Wind Archer was also on the agenda.

Under the guidance of Princess, each Thane adjacent to Trentheim also began to recruit noble private troops, most of whom were originally hostile to Fir Tree Shire. But since Count of Radnor became the opposite of the kingdom at a glance, the number of inflamed people has also increased.

For these people, although Brando is not to be seen, it will not be turned away.

Month of Hazy Summer flashed past. Before the Book Moon came, there was a Aura on the earth. The rising temperature burned the leaves, and the sun licked the ground of Southern Territory day after day.

Vlada and Southern Legion's army finally arrived as scheduled, but before the last holiday of midsummer, Brando was still appropriate to calm down one's own thrall from a kind of nervous agitation. Before the last few weeks, he asked Fir Tree Shire to hold the competition, the champion of the fire sacrifice as scheduled.

This game corresponds to the winter hunting festival, which means that the formal meaning is a bit lighter, but because of the open supply of alcohol, it attracted nearby large and small Thane and Knights.

The venue of the game is set outside Fortress Fir, and the hustle and bustle of the venue has been almost already for the past few days.

But for some quiet places, it still remains relatively independent.

Thin wooden walls separate the hustle and bustle of the ocean from the quietness of the bar, but mercenaries's whistle sound occasionally invades this relatively independent Space, and the hall is filled with the uniqueness of boiled meat and spices The taste, although pungent, has a strong sense of home.

Some wooden tables have unique names written with maple cards: for example, Brando, Romaine, Amandina, etc., are owned by the owner or a close friend. The signboard outside the hotel seems to be brand new. three-masted sailboat's pattern reads 'Lady Romaine's Smuggling Anchor'. Such a vulgar name is naturally exclusive to someone.

However, the layout of the bar is relatively warm. The Scarlett sits at a wooden table near the southwest corner. Seeing more and more people gathered outside -- youngster, mostly White Lion Legion, or local thrall, farmers -- Since the refugees began to flood into Trentheim, the re-expanded White Lion Legion was far more than the Caglisse when they joined the area. In addition, with the increasing number of settlers in the territory, tenant farmers, peddler, and craftsmen began to flood the countryside of Fir Tree Shire.

At this moment, the championship game before the Summer Festival is being staged on the open space outside the bar. Now it is the archery competition, and there are many beautiful Forest Elf girl on the field. As a result, the crowd of onlookers has maintained an unprecedented scale.

She turned around and saw a girl in silver armor put a bunch of daisies next to a wooden plate, then folded her hands, closed her eyes and prayed silently. Scarlett's eyes reflected such a picture, she looked at it quietly, and then asked, "Is she called Beth?"

Freya opened his eyes, and his brown eyes showed a sad look, and nodded silently: "Beth likes to be lively. This archery game must be her favorite. It can be higher than the legendary Forest Elf Down ... "

"Please don't be sad, Freya Young Lady, the living always go forward. In the past ... the veterans often warned us that death is just a stone with no name, but the living has to carry more things over it Trekking, so we have to be strong. "Scarlett comforted.

"Sorry, I also understand, but I don't always remember the past, especially at this time." The girl from the Bucce countryside blinked slightly, and she sighed: "Sometimes I really want to go back At that time, let time come again. How good it would be without war ... "

"I can understand ..." Scarlett replied with some caution.

"Huh?"

Scarlett looked at Freya, thought about it, and said, "Because I have experienced many battles since I was small. Every battle. Almost all my friends died, and some of them were new people who have n’t known each other for a long time. Some are close friends who spend time with each other. When I was a child, I cried every time for this. It caused a lot of jokes. But gradually, I became familiar with life and death. "

"How can I ...?" Freya froze slightly, looking back inconceivably at the girl -- Scarlett, who looked slightly smaller than her, but the experience seemed more mature.

"I'm Mercenary, and I'm killed for money and survival. Someone like us will die in the next battle sooner or later. It's like a natural ending for us. I never had anything. Dissatisfaction. "Scarlett also seemed to think of one's own in the past. She held a wooden cup, shook the golden liquid inside, and said quietly," But because of an accident, Lord Thane will change from this life in me and let me know how Have another life. "

"I ... I do n’t know if I should thank Lord Thane. I can understand Lord Thane's more or less. What he wants me to pursue .... But what else can I do besides fighting?"

"So by comparison, I would rather be myself than others and die peacefully."

"Sorry," Freya said suddenly.

"Huh?" Scarlett froze.

"Sorry, Scarlett, I never knew your life. I think I want to go back to the past, maybe too selfish, Brando is right, if you do n’t fight for it yourself, no one can give us what "A quiet and peaceful life." Freya replied quietly, "Aouinian is far from being the time to covet ease."

Mercenary girl looked at her blankly.

Some things that Freya already is beginning to understand are still a fog in front of her.

At this time, the general cheering of mountains call, seas roar erupted outside the house, and the door of the bar was knocked open. Romaine rushed in with a large basin and yelled: "Medissa took the first place again! The malt is sold out, please come and help!"

"Be careful!" Freya hurriedly reminded.

"I know, I know," and a scream came from the kitchen: "Ah, my barbecue!"

Brando shook his head helplessly and walked in from the outside, but he looked in a good mood and looked at Freya and Scarlett with a smile: "Two beautiful ladies, don't you go out and celebrate with everyone, our little Her Highness the Princess But won the title of first in archery. "

The future Valkyrie stared at him with wide eyes, "Brando, you, what are you wearing!"

"Military uniform, Aouine's cavalry uniform. How is it, isn't it?" Brando raised his hand holding the barbecue. There were several obvious oil stains on the dark blue uniform. -- At first sight, someone was on it. Wiping the traces of hands.

"You ... how can you wipe your hands on the military uniform, which represents the majesty of the kingdom and is the greatest glory of a soldier. Brando you ... you are too much!" Freya was about to get angry, and forgot it The sad thing before.

“Oh, this one ... it's all right. "Brando replied somewhat innocently.

"Stop, go!"

"Hah, Freya, you're busy. I'll go out and check it out." Brando saw that the future Valkyrie was going to happen. Obviously, what ojou-sama learned in Royal Knight Academy made her sense of honor already a little too much. Haha, ready to flash people.

"Stop it for me, Brando!"

At this time, whoever stands and who is a fool, Brando understands this deeply. He originally came to show off this cavalry uniform to Freya and Scarlett. I did not expect that the purpose of the show was achieved, but the final result was a little bit out. Unexpectedly.

Fortunately, this little thing can't destroy his good mood at the moment.

The cavalry uniform on his body. From the production of Fir Tree Shire one's own cotton spinning and dyeing workshops, except that cotton is shipped by Ampere Searl, this military uniform comes almost entirely from Trentheim.

This once barren, barren territory, which produced almost nothing except silver.

The root of the change is the increase in population. Because of the well-preparedness in the previous war, a large number of refugees poured in or were transported into Trentheim, and the food reserve from Ampere Searl quickly transformed the increasing population into a usable labor force.

Two months ago, under the auspices of Bolu, cotton spinning workshops, dye workshops, blacksmith workshops, copper shops, clay and pottery, and even weapons and manufacturing armours bureaus were also established. After careful management for nearly half a year, Trentheim already is no longer that remote wilderness. Instead, already gradually began to produce some necessary products on its own.

First, food and weapons, and a small amount of luxury goods.

After the storm season, commercial activities with the North gradually became more frequent. Sailing ships from Grey Wind Port, Ampere Searl with white sails moored in the newly built deep-water pier of Port Griess. Smell-savvy merchants have also begun to discover the local potential. Since entering Month of the Moon Flowers, more and more merchants have been living in the port on a monthly basis.

Along with this is a large number of artisans. Just a few days ago, Brando also met with a group of dwarf Enchanting divisions from Montenegro, most of whom were also refugees from the war. It is said that the already war between the North and Goldmane Torquine began to affect normal business activities. Eldest Prince seemed to be forced by Holy Cathedral to fight Leonin.

This is exactly the opportunity for the South to grow.

Brando looks around. The carriage carrying the goods crosses the road near Fortress Fir. The fields on the forest border are no longer barren. And working farmers can be seen everywhere. As early as one year or even half a year ago, all this is undoubtedly impossible to see in Trentheim.

And all this, Correct brought him, everyone's joint efforts.

He was raises head, watching the Knight with his head high in the distance holding the winner ’s pennant and running around the crowd. That silver flag with lilies embroidered on it fluttered high in the wind, a thousand years ago, and it fluttered like this, and a thousand years later, it flew over the earth again.

Like a landslide.

Brando saw that Silver Elf Princess was held high by Forest Elf girl. She also looked at the flag from afar, and there seemed to be something sparkling in her eyes.

"Medissa!"

"Medissa!"

thrall shouted and raised their wine glasses. already on both sides of the street can not see the cottage in the Grudin era. With the help of workers under Red Copper Dragon Mercenary Company and Odhum, a flat street has been built along Fortress Fir. On both sides are neat wooden houses, and people and children standing by the side. A smile filled with satisfaction on his face.

As he passed the street, someone recognized him, and a large thrall sincerely bowed to him. Brando also responded casually. To be honest, already gradually became accustomed to such a life and no longer felt embarrassed by being saluted.

Those from modern understanding seem to be gradually diminishing. But deep in the soul. The pride of advanced civilization still supports his words and deeds, at least he will never think that this respect and pride is inherent.

He put a copper coins in the hands of a little girl around him. This copper coins means the blessing from Lord Thane's before midsummer. The little girl flushed with excitement and ran with a copper coins in her hands. Perhaps it was her mother, who paid homage to the girl with the money in the hands of the little girl.

"Lord Thane!"

"Lord Thane!"

The shouting soon changed to another voice. The residents of Fir Tree Shire paid their respects to the new Lord Thane who brought them all.

Brando squints. He knew that such satisfaction was illusory and temporary for all, and even earlier, people were still restlessly asking about the war that was about to take place.

In this turbulent era, everyone is trying to maintain a temporary stability around him.

There is nothing wrong with this, but Aouine is far from stable. Some people must bleed and even give their lives in order to protect others, but at least he wants to protect such a Aouine.

He walked through the crowd. Go to Her Highness the Princess. Gryphine is watching all this silently, Female Knight is standing beside her, one hand is pressed on the sword. But Brando feels that the other party is looking at himself unavoidably. In fact, Nemesis didn't feel as much as it did when Ampere Searl tightened every nerve in his body.

Under such an atmosphere, how can people get nervous?

"They like you very much, Mr. Brando. If there is anyone in Aouine who can be regarded as a model of Xiangu noble, then you can definitely find such qualities in you." Princess Gryphine's eyes sparkled, and said with a touch .

"This is the ideal of Her Highness the Princess. Throughout Aouine, everyone can no longer be trapped by poverty, war and disaster. The tragedy of Bucce's will not repeat itself." Brando replied.

Princess Gryphine blinked. "Mr. Brando, I understand that this is somewhat too ideal. However, at least I hope to change this kingdom from the situation at hand .... In the north, even in Radnor, Viero, and many other places, the conflict and the nobles itself caused The calamity is still ongoing. The children of First King Eicht have done nothing.

"Yes, so Trentheim will not settle for long. Everyone must fight and sacrifice for the future of one's own."

"Is Mr. Brando already ready?"

"Just wait to persuade Archduke of Viero."

...

Medissa was tossed by enthusiastic elven girls for a while before putting it down. Silver Elf Little Princess About this life plus the previous life I have not experienced such a scene, was disheveled. A small face was almost red enough to drip blood.

When she landed, she was afraid of revenge. Tree Elves whistleed and immediately spurred. The winner of our archery competition almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Amandina's eyes quickly hugged her, "the gang of dead girls." Miss Adviser shook his head and handed the silver bow of Medissa.

"Thank you, sister Amandina." Medissa said with a little apprehension.

But her raises head glanced at the flared flags belonging to the Silver Elf royal family in the distance, and there was a glorious contentment in her eyes. I don't know how many years this flag has not appeared so brightly in people's field of vision.

The moment she held the bow, her body and mind seemed to be back to the past. In the wilderness, the silver warhorse galloped, and the bugle horn sound was in the long-standing shrill cry, as if it were up with the vast land resonance.

Amandina looked at Silver Elf Little Princess for a moment and looked a little disoriented. She guessed about her in her heart, sighed, and put a cloak on her. Although it was midsummer, she was as easily ill after the hot sweat and cold wind blew. She was already accustomed to doing these details for Brando, and forgot that Medissa was just an Heroic Spirit.

Medissa froze slightly, and looked at Amandina with a touch: "Thank you very much, sister Amandina."

"This is the second time." Amandina shook his head and didn't care.

"No, because I think of Lady Elder Sister." Medissa answered seriously.

"Really?"

"wú, it's more gentle. It's like my older sister, uh, that's it ..." Silver Elf Little Princess smiled sweetly.

Amandina gave her a closer look, she also heard some stories of Medissa, knowing that the relationship between her and her sister may not be so harmonious. She reached out and straightened the hair on the girl's forehead and replied, "About the royal family. That's it ..."

"Is the royal family?" Medissa thought about it and looked at Amandina: "Yes, Amandina sister, Lord Thane still can't find the reason?"

"Hmm." Miss Adviser remembered this and shook his head: "Aloz Young Lady also checked for me, but I'm not a bloodline of Gold races. At that time, it was about Mother Marsha." >

"Blessing of Mother Marsha?"

Medissa looks at Amandina. Suddenly asked: "Sister Amandina, what about your necklace?"

"Necklace ..." Amandina froze slightly, subconsciously pressed his chest, "Necklace?"

"Yeah, I used to wear that necklace before. Did n’t I bring it with me until I went to Ampere Searl? I remember seeing it once when I was Flash Sea." Medissa replied softly.

"Well ... I was lost before, what happened?"

“It's nothing.” Silver Elf Princess smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that the careful Amandina sister sometimes lost something, and told Lord Thane. He must not believe it."

"No need," Amandina replied quickly: "Lord Thane is busy preparing for a war with Count of Radnor, these little things. Don't disturb him anymore."

"Really?"

Miss Adviser nodded slightly.

Medissa thought for a while, and seemed to want to say something more. But at this time Correct, there was a noise in the corner of the field. The crowd over there seemed to be in a commotion, and their attention for a moment was attracted to the past.

But compared with Medissa, Amandina is just an ordinary person after all. Silver Elf Princess quickly identified what was going on there.

"Well," she whispered softly.

"What's wrong?" Amandina looked in that direction in vain, and asked back.

"Here are some strange guys."

Medissa murmured.

...

For Tosankaad Forest, after several days of rainy weather, it seems to be patronizing Magitan and nearby areas after a brief clearing.

For residents of Misty Forest, since Archduke of Anlieke visited. It seems that there are no good days to live. The gloomy sky that brings the rain is always hovering overhead, although it is said that the beginning of April and May is the rainy season in the Tossancade region.

But this year, it may be too far off.

The wooden fence door was raised in the heavy rain, squeak squeak, and a pair of cold eyes in the rain curtain silently watched the rainwater slide down the fence door like a broken pillar from the tip. Fall, and then mix into the mud.

The two attendants held up a cloak to cover the continuous rain for Count of Radnor. The kingdom's privileged Lord Count silently watched the carriage on the suspension bridge drive out of the city under the guard's guidance, and then he turned around and quickly disappeared above the city.

Archduke of Anlieke raised the curtain of the window with one hand, retracted his gaze from that direction, and chuckled softly. The carriage carriage fell into darkness again: "This old fox is really careful and greedy. Indecision and stubbornness Correct His greatest weakness."

"I'm afraid this is also the typical weakness of nobles, Master Duke." A woman's voice replied: "But finally convinced this guy, it is not a visit for nothing."

"When he regrets it." The husky voice smiled coldly.

"He just has no choice but he may not really board our boat. Since then, how can he understand the more profound truth like the inactive noble." Archduke of Anlieke shook his head.

"But Cohen Duke, this guy is really not trustworthy, you better make plans." He reminded again.

"Already prepared." The husky voice answered grimly, "He's just a dead lamb."

Anlieke nodded, and finally looked in that direction with an inexplicable glance. The towering wall of -- Magitan had only a faint shadow in the rain. Then he lowered the curtain and returned to darkness in the carriage.

And in the direction he didn't see, Count of Radnor was walking down the castle's spiral ladder accompanied by Knight. The dim light in the spiral corridor reflected his different faces. This once-incompetent kingdom has real power Count Every wrinkle now seems to be filled with cold doubts.

"Master Father, you really intend to align with those things." A figure has long been waiting below, noble youth raises head, can't wait to ask: "If we promise, we will have no way out."

Radnor glanced at the second son of one's own: "Do we have a retreat now for could it be that, it seems you haven't figured out the situation of one's own."

"No, I mean ..."

"Enough." Radnor interrupted him impatiently: "I know what you want to say, of course I will prepare early. Madara ... at least Madara side ..."

He sighed: "Forget it, you can contact Kirrlutzian."

"Kirrlutzian?"

"There are always some things, let them know."

Lord Count was silent for a moment, and said quietly ... The third day! I went out to do something today, so much late! Ohhhh, that's it ~)

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