The Amber Sword: Fifth Hundred Acts a ray of hope II

miss merchant's sharp laughter is still lingering in the corridor, and gradually goes away.

Two Bansiya Knight stared at the scene in stunned -- watching the black smoke scattered from the corridor. Warlock Sadr gloomy glanced over: "What are you still doing?" He coldly said, "Clean here."

One old, one young and two Knight quickly bowed his head, and the sound should be.

Sadr turned around and looked up and down on Amandina. The words when the woman left before made him start to feel something wrong: "Are you a Princess in this country?"

Amandina looks directly into the other's eyes without fear, his eyes are clear and firm, but did not say a word.

Sadr saw a cold hum in his heart, knowing that one's own's psychological suggestion could not work. Although the spell of wizard enchantment spirit / mind is powerful, it must be built on the premise that the other party has no precautions. If spell recipient knows your means well, it is more hopeless.

He was afraid of damaging this little girl's brain. After thinking about it, he didn't continue. He looked at Amandina with a gloomy face and gestured for her to follow.

Amandina didn't answer, but also knew that the unnecessary resistance at this time was meaningless, and kept up silently. The two entered a study, Warlock Sadr didn't speak, took out a messenger ruby ​​from the drawer, and rubbed it twice with their fingers.

About a quarter of an hour later, there was a knock at the door.

"Mr. Sadr."

Amandina heard this voice, but felt that her whole body was flowing to her brain. Although she had expected it, she couldn't help shaking. Warlock Sadr knocked on the table, and the door opened by itself. Amandina looked up at the person outside the door. His eyes containing anger looked like two sharp long swords and stabbed at the person.

The people outside the door obviously did not expect that they would meet such two terrible eyes, and could not help but take a step back from subconsciously.

But when he can see who this gaze is, he can't help but change his face: "how are you?"

"Who is she?" Before Amandina had time to speak, Warlock Sadr already, who had a bad hunch, asked beforehand. He sat motionless on one's own, his face already was clouded and terrible.

Coming from Correct Makarov.

This royalist's belly, Lantolian's crafty fox, Kanonon Archduke's confidant --

The traitor is now wearing a gray fur coat with black fur, a fleece on his head is covered with dew, rain and snow, and his riding boots are covered with semi-dried soil. It looks like he just arrived in Dengbao soon. And I hadn't had time to take a break before I had a short journey.

Amandina looked at his sad appearance, and couldn't help sneering in his heart. His courtiers, Aouine's, were showing such carefulness, wagging and begging. Where is there a little royalist leader?

This is the lifelong pursuit of this person?

It really is benevolence.

"Sir, something went wrong," Makarov certainly understands what the other person's eyes mean, but deliberately turns a blind eye to answer: "This is not Her Highness the Eldest Princess. She is a mistress of Count of Tonigel and a very powerful woman. . "

"I didn't expect you to be such a villain, Makarov," Amandina looked at the traitor, coldly said, "You betrayed Her Highness the Princess, but also slandered my relationship with Lord Thane. You think everyone is like you Is it filthy? You still have her face called Her Highness the Princess. "

Makarov just wanted to say irony, but he heard the Warlock Sadr yell out loud: "Shut up for me!"

Suddenly extend the hand, a lightning burst from his fingertips, hitting Amandina's chest. Amandina screamed, only to feel that she hit a book shelf backwards. The pain in the vest came from the heart. The book shelf already fell over her, the book heavily fell down and buried her underneath.

Blood spewed out everywhere, and there was a salty smell in her mouth. She coughed weakly and felt that she was almost going to pass out. But then she heard the voice of Warlock Sadr and said, "You better give me an explanation, Makarov."

"Master, lord ..." Makarov held back uneasily, and justified: "... I don't quite understand."

"People were arrested by me, but things are for you and me. Do you think my men dare to deceive me?" Warlock Sadr sits at one's own position, the gloomy face is like a ball that breeds the storm Wu Yun: "Now we have arrested someone, you tell me she is not the Her Highness the Princess?"

"Master ... I understand ..." Makarov took a spit, and racked his brains to understand that the problem was: "Can you show me?"

Warlock Sadr grunted coldly and threw a gem. When the Correct Bansiya arrested Amandina, she used it to verify her Goring gem of bloodline.

Makarov silently took the gem, and carefully observed that the -- gem was originally part of Lion Heart Holy Sword. It was inlaid on the counterweight hammer of Holy Sword by the first generation of the foundry swordsman as a symbol of Aouine kingship.

Later in the battle of Balta, the gem was lost from the sword, Knights only recovered it after one year; after that, First King Eicht used it to cast a crown, which has always been the treasure of the Sifah family. .

After the Sifah dynasty collapsed, this crown symbolizing royal power also naturally came to the Corcova family. Its last owner was Oberg VII. Before the dim old king died, he commissioned the crown to royalist Custody of -- In fact, this crown has been kept in the hands of Makarov and Oberbeck.

Makarov carefully looked at this radiant gem, and looked it over and over for a long time, but no one could see it. He vowed that this gem must be a real Goring gem, but how could this happen?

For a while, this traitor came to raises head puzzled with gems. Looking at his look, Warlock Sadr understands that this is a waste of time again: "You want to say that I was wrong?"

"Master, I ..." Makarov is really sweating. He may be a character in Aouine, but in front of Sasaarland people, this identity is not worth mentioning at all.

He is about to find a speech to explain something, but at this time Correct, a hoarse sneer came from the overturned bookshelf: "... Mr. Warlock, why do you let him continue to deceive you?"

Makarov subconsciously looks back.

When he saw ‘hua', the bookshelf was pushed away by the weak arms.

A girl full of injuries climbed up from below, and books and sundries fell from her like rain, but in the end the girl stood staggeringly.

The girl looked at the two people in the house, and her eyes finally fell on Warlock Sadr.

"Sir, she ..." Makarov realized it was not good, and hurried to speak.

But Warlock Sadr has no expression on her face, and even the anger on her face has disappeared: "Let her continue."

Makarov had to shut up obediently, but looked very angry.

"Give me the gem," but Amandina didn't plan to let him go. coldly looked at the traitor: "The Goring gem is Aouine's relic, how can you give it to you such a running dog traitor."

"What do you want to do?" Makarov felt a little uncomfortable.

Amandina didn't answer him at all, just looked at Warlock Sadr aside.

"Here," Warlock Sadr replied.

"Sir, be careful she might break this gem ..."

"Give her." Warlock Sadr aggravated his tone.

Makarov helpless, had to obey.

He is known as crafty fox of Lantolian, but no more sly fox dares to make trouble in front of a real lion. Although he has a conspiracy and scheming, he has no effect here.

Amandina took the gem. As soon as the ordinary Goring gem just appeared to touch her hand, it immediately burst into light.

When this gem was stained with her blood, the -- gem center suddenly appeared bright. It slowly expanded outwards, and finally became bright and flawless in all directions. Exudes soft light.

The girl held up the gemstone with both hands as if raising a sun.

The dazzling light shot in all directions, making Makarov dare not look directly, even if it was not far away, Warlock Sadr couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"This ..." Makarov was totally stupid, he covered his eyes with his hands and said loudly, "... how is this possible!"

But Warlock Sadr seems much more stable, he only looks at Amandina thoughtfully.

Amandina put down the gems, as if following her mind, the light of the gems gradually to vanish with her movements.

She came to raises head and stared directly at Warlock Sadr. She looked calmly and said, "The person you are looking for is not reliable at all. He does n’t even understand the true meaning of the Goring gem. He tried to use this gem to find Princess Gryphine , It's ridiculous. "

After saying this, Amandina shut up.

I just waited in silence.

But already was extremely nervous in her heart, she was gambling, but if she guessed a little bit wrong, she might die here soon.

Fortunately, she doesn't seem to make mistakes on key issues.

"Don't provoke alienation," said Sadr and coldly. "Whatever you know, little girl, but you can only survive if you prove the value of one's own."

"I mean," Amandina was unmoved and replied indifferently: "You have found the wrong person at all. Although the Corcova family rules Aouine today, they are only usurpers after all."

Makarov finally recovered from the shock.

He heard this sentence, and suddenly flashed in his mind a possibility that is almost existence: "Wait, you ... you mean ..."

Amandina glanced at the man with a disgust. She reached out and pulled a necklace from her neck. The necklace that had lost her pendant was gently shaking -- in her hands in the afternoon sunlight.

"Do you recognize it, Mr. crafty fox?"

"Heart of Sifah!" Makarov is almost a step from retreat: "You, you are the direct heir of the Sifah royal family!?"

"Wait a moment," Warlock suddenly impatiently interrupted the two of them: "What's the matter, you say she is also a heir to the royal family, you mean that the Corcova royal family has more than two heirs, but this Does not match the information I have obtained. "

"Adult, this is not the case." Makarov reacted and did not dare to rush to tell the history of Aouine's briefly, which only explained why this kingdom has two royal bloodlines of existence.

He talked about the replacement of the dynasty from Battle of Greymount, and the rise of the Corcova family. Sadr finally interrupted his words impatiently, and stretched out his hand to compare: "Well, I am not interested in these chattering trivial matters, nor do I care How many kings -- have been born in this small place? In fact, this is just a question for you, that is, does this little girl meet the requirements? "

Makarov froze for a moment.

He then replied a little embarrassedly: "... Master, if she is true, I think it should be consistent. Lion Heart Holy Sword is originally held by First King Eicht, and First King Eicht is actually the ancestor of the Correct Sifah family ... this woman It is a direct descendant of Erkan III. Compared with today's Sifah family, this branch is actually more legitimacy. "

"Speak the point," Sadr said, "In other words, even if we find that Her Highness the Princess, it is likely to be a waste of time?"

Makarov had to bite the bullet and explain, "Sir, I just said there is such a possibility."

As one of the Chief Wizards of the Silver Federation, would Sadr be blinded by his language, and sneer when he heard the words: "So, wouldn't I also thank you for being crooked?"

Makarov's cold sweat came down in no time, and naturally the second half of the sentence couldn't be said.

However, Sadr shook his head. He would n’t be so overwhelmed by this trivial matter. He understands how reliable people can easily abandon the belief in one's own. Only these villains can rely on them for a little benefit, but there is no Where do these stupid, Sasaarland people run away from?

He knew the relationship inside, but he didn't show it. He just looked at Amandina again and looked up and down the little girl.

He doesn't care who the other party is, but just a mortal king-chuck. This status is not worth mentioning in the eyes of Sasaarland people, as long as the opponent can use that sword.

Thinking about it, Sadr said in a slow and unique tone unique to wizard: "You have proven the value of one's own, little girl, now you can tell the origin of one's own."

Amandina looked at the two people in the house and was silent for a while.

When Makarov tells the history of Aouine's, her heart is full of disgust -- this old kingdom history is a source of glory for some people, but for others, it is just a promotion that can be sold at any time. Just the order.

What these people trample on is not just their beliefs and ideals, but also the bloodshed and sacrifice of others.

Maybe they don't even deserve this title.

But already has come a step, even if she can only persist.

Amandina took a precious look at the necklace in his hand, and replied softly: "According to the genealogy of the royal family, my real name should be Moria-Etarina-de-Sifah, the last of my ancestor Correct Sifah King, Erkan III. "

"After Battle of Greymount, my father's grandfather took them away from Sifah, and then our branch settled in Southern Territory. My father's grandfather had one child and one daughter, and the daughter's branch was lost when Bloodcane invaded Callas. Contact, and we are another descendant; after the turbulent years, we have settled in the area of ​​Radnor to Golan-Elsen, and managed to maintain nobility status until my father's generation's family road fell ... "

"But even though I have almost lost nobility status, according to the vows made by my family, I can't abandon my ancient surname after all, even if my name is Amandina today, another name will follow my life."

Warlock Sadr nodded with satisfaction.

"This is a good story," he said, "I believe you will be grateful to one's own, otherwise I will turn you into a section of coke a few minutes ago. In the world, only one can prove their worth. To survive, even for Sasaarland people. "

The wizard Boss of this Buga person clapped his hands and slaps their long pale fingers together. The mood seems a bit good: "After listening to your story, it's time to listen to our story. I hope this story will be able to Bring you some inspiration. "

He raised his hand and chanted an ancient and mysterious mantra.

Several shadows overlap in the air, light and shadow weave each other, and finally form a long sword.

Warlock Sadr stood up and instructed the Kendo with his hand: "I think you should know this sword. Amandina Young Lady -- No, you should say Moria Her Highness the Princess."

Amandina Of course knows that sword.

Because it was the symbol of Aouine's.

is also a symbol of the Sifah family.

That's Lion Heart Holy Sword.

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