The Amber Sword: Act 253 The moonlight of the millennium

He glanced back into the darkness, and away from the camp, there was another bonfire that sparkled like a star. The bonfire was so weak that it seemed to go out anytime, anywhere.

A lonely, thin figure looks like a bonfire.

Seeing this scene Brando could not help but sigh in my heart.

It's not that he didn't want the Half-Elven little girl to camp with them, but the other side's vigilance was beyond his imagination. He didn't know what kind of experience created a character like a little girl, but the other side didn't want to approach Their camp is only willing to stand alone in a place tens of meters away from them.

She refused their help. Although it was a bit laborious, both the small campfire and the simple tent were done by herself. In the meantime, when Feng Huo gave her the tent canvas and wood to her, the elf little girl said ‘thank you’ lightly.

But it does not seem that she has found that the so-called 'excessive' wood and canvas are actually removed from a well-made tent directly by Brando.

When they set fire, Brando noticed that elf little girl was setting up a tent alone. After night, when they were grilling fish, she was still setting up a tent. Now the lonely back has finally stopped to look like a campsite. It can be considered as set up.

Brando passed through the darkness of more than ten meters between the two camps and came to the faint campfire, and saw a scene like Correct.

The bonfire was in the wind stove surrounded by several stones, in the embers of the dead branches, and the last few flames. half-elven girl still wore her tattered and significantly larger Shepherd Cultists robe, double feet Get up and close, one hand on the calf, and the other hand holding two or three dead branches.

She put her head on her knees, and she seemed to be trembling. Brando knew at a glance that she didn't find much firewood, in order to ensure that the bonfire would not go out. Can only maintain such a faint flame.

But the flames are not enough to keep warm in the middle of the night in this season.

"Why not enter the tent?" Brando stood in the dark for a moment, and suddenly spoke.

The Half-Elven little girl didn't notice the approach of Brando's at all, and she was frightened from the ground like a cat. But because she was frozen, she couldn't stand up, she sat down on the ground, but even so, Brando still saw her immediately hands pressed on the dagger of the short sword.

I really don't know what kind of life this poor little girl had lived before, and Brando couldn't help raising pity. When he approached the other person's camp, he suddenly realized that the 'tent' she had set up was simply a good thing.

She did n’t have nails or ropes, and could n’t fix the canvas and wooden frame. Brando could n’t help but feel a little annoyed. He should have thought about this, but this little girl was not proposed. He thought she had traveled so long in this swamp since already Time, I think there should be some corresponding things.

I didn't expect him to be any different.

"It's bad to be so stubborn," he couldn't help but frowned said in a deep voice, "why don't you tell us?"

The other party didn't answer. Just clutching the hilt of the sword tightly, a pair of indifferent silver eyes stared at him vigilantly through the bottom of hood, sensitive like a feline guarding the territory.

But it's just a kitten with no protection.

Brando sighed, and without waiting for the little girl to answer, she walked over and re-raised her tent, then took the rope out of her suitcase, helped her secure it, pulled the canvas, and fixed it with iron nails on the ground.

elf The little girl didn't speak, only coldly watched his every move. Brando noticed that her body was very tight, as if she only had to act lightly, she would not hesitate to pull out the sword, although it might not be to him.

She also understands that she cannot be a Brando's opponent.

But Brando was afraid she would hurt herself. Looking at her double-script entangled with bandages to Feng Huo, she wanted to lend her one's own boots, but she insisted not to. As long as some bandages were used, those bandages were obviously not well wrapped, and even the toes were bare.

Noting the Brando's gaze, the elf little girl shrank her feet subconsciously. For the first time, Brando saw some inferiority in the other's face.

"Where's your sister?"

Then little girl suddenly hesitated, and looked at him with an unbelievable look, but this look was soon replaced by deeper vigilance.

She still closed her mouth, did not say a word.

If you had n’t heard her say "thank you" to Feng Huo before, Brando almost thought she wouldn't speak, it was a dumb.

"It looks like you are an elder sister," Brando nodded: "Are you here for your sister?"

Still unanswered.

"You don't have to worry too much, you should see that if we and those people are all the same, you can't escape at all, right?"

"Thank you ..."

"What?" Brando froze. With his Perception ability, he couldn't even hear the sound of little girl.

"Thank you ... you ..." The voice was a bit louder, but extremely jerky, as if the master of the voice rarely communicated with people, already would not speak.

This time Brando heard it clearly. He looked at this wrinkled robe with a wary and somewhat restrained little girl, and felt pity in his heart.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" he asked softly.

little girl shook his head.

"Even about your sister?"

little girl hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head firmly.

Brando suddenly understood, he took a closer look at this little girl, and silently put away the sympathy in his heart.

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "My name is Brando, what's your name."

"Ling ..."

"Ling.Tiretti.Tiamas ..."

The voice was small and weak.

When Brando returned to the bonfire in the camp, prime minister's daughter already resumed that grinning look. She saw Brando returning empty-handed, and a purple smile flashed again in her eyes: "how?"

"Don't count others little girl," Brando looked at her angrily, knowing that this prime minister's daughter was deliberately kidding herself: "I put some food in her tent and she will see it."

"Why don't you give it to her in person?"

"She doesn't have much, but it's very precious. We can't take it away." Brando breathed in, replied.

"It's a cute little girl. Right?"

Brando glanced at her angrily, Delphine didn't care, only made a move to invite him to sit beside her. Brando froze for a while before seeing that Delphine already rolled out the blanket he had previously returned to him.

Brando hesitated. But the ghost sat down poorly.

He felt that Delphine leaned his head back, and the faint aroma of the girl's hair lingered around his nose. A moment later, before he could speak, the girl said already, "Did you start to doubt the truth of what I said earlier, my lord?"

"A little ..."

"Don't worry. All I said was true, but at least for now, let me dream for a while, okay?" Delphine replied quietly: "Because I'm tired, Lord Thane."

Brando opened her mouth and seemed to want to persuade her to say something, but when she reached the point, she couldn't say anything. The revival of the Nederhoven family is the obsession of Delphine, and why isn't it so?

If it wasn't for this obsession, why would he come here. When he came to this world called Vaunde, the two souls became one, so how could he know so many people and experience so many things?

He came from raises head, and looked at the sparks rising along the bonfire into the air.

In the hazy night, there seems to be starlight through the diffuse mist, and the Red Moon Moya hangs above the starry sky, as depicted in myths and legends. The gods look at this piece with the eyes of the stars. Earth.

That is the fate and pulse of this world.

It is connecting everyone.

...

Red Moon Moya.

Stick Archduke turns around from the terrace. On the surface of the sublime inland sea that has not changed for thousands of years, a bright moon lonely, dark harbors, and masts. But there was no sound, only the voice of the waves came from far away, "Fr. Ferson, I'm thinking about a question ... I wonder if the moonlight we see today also comes from the magnificent one thousand years ago. Era. Perhaps everything seen by the two generations is not much different? "

"You are sentimental, sir."

"It ’s hard not to be sentimental. Time flies, the years are like China, and countless things in this world have decayed and changed, but there are some things that are truly enviable, but I am afraid that I know this full moon. Behind us is our enemy, but in my lifetime, I still want to look at the moonlight, look at the beauty of the sublime inland sea and our beautiful world. Perhaps this is the so-called mortal trouble, because I am too short, That ’s why I am in love with eternal beauty. "

"That ’s because we love this land. We call this land our homeland. It is the land that feeds us. Since my childhood, I have been familiar with everything in this city. I Witnessing the prosperity and development of Mantle Bay, I once left here to start a career, but after leaving the post of scepter Bishop, I am old and old again, because this land gave me life, and in my At the end of my life, I will return all its gifts to the cradle and home it gave me. "

"It's a pity that Mother Marsha is destined to make a joke for our two old guys," Strike Archduke laughed. "After all, we only have one person who can rest here in peace, while the other person has to leave this place. Perhaps after a long time, the people on this land will not be able to return to their hometown. "

"But we already have the answer, don't we?"

"Thank you, my old fellow," Archduke took a deep look at each other: "Actually, I really envy you. Just like you, I grew up on this land. These days, I have passed Those memories, which should have been long forgotten, are becoming clearer at this moment. I suddenly remember what happened under that wall, above that street, in that wood, at a certain time, I remember my long-dead grandmother, the mill that was demolished before the Six Day War, and a depression outside the city ... "

"Oh my god, I never thought about it. I've traveled here for so many days, from adolescents to strong adults, from strong to middle-aged, and then to old men," the eyes of Master Duke are somewhat Wet: "It's not until they are lost that they seem to be treasured."

"So I'm lucky," the priest smiled lightly: "But you must take our hope away from here, I will sleep for now, and the promise you gave me is to bring the future back here."

Duke nodded. He patted the priest's shoulder. This is undoubtedly an rude gesture, but at the moment no one cares. "Let's go," he said, "to meet our guests, intelligent lovers, our former enemies, but now we have to sit together and make decisions for our common future."

"Permanent, friend."

"Yes, things are impermanent."

... (~ ^ ~)