The Amber Sword: Act 209 Dawning Flame X

The void faded like tide.

The night sinks like water, the windows are open, the curtains are dancing like Spectre, the candles do not know when it goes out, and the moonlight pours into the house like silver drills.

"Do you believe her?" Sidney asked after a long silence.

Brando was silent: "She didn't tell a lie."

But that's it. Failure to tell lies doesn't mean good intentions. Lies don't mean sinister intentions. There can be deadly traps behind the truth.

Neither of them is noob. Both understand this.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Our plan is going to change a bit." Brando replied: "I'll call Ciel and Mordefeys, Ms. Sidney, please trouble me to inform the ladies."

The statue of the maiden of the lion's sanctuary is nodding.

Out of the window, there is a giant shadow of the imperial capital.

However, it is not the prosperous soil that proliferates under the shadow. Since the beginning of the civil war, the prosperous Halo has long since faded from this millennium city, leaving only unspoken wounds.

People who live here do n’t understand why the empire is fighting. Most of them have not even heard the name Maldos. Although missionaries distribute leaflets on the street every day, they also need to participate in forcing every week. The worship of nature proclaims Her Majesty's justice and so-called history.

But it's too far away.

They don't understand why they are involved in this whirlpool for an empty target. The sages are wrong? How is that possible?

The pride of Flame King descendant is based on justice. How can they inherit the Dark Empire from the past?

What are the qualifications?

They don't understand why they should kill each other for all this.

This is an empire's civil war. The blood of Kirrlutzian is flowing.

Every day someone dies. It's the wife's husband, the parents' children. The father of the child, a close friend of another.

More people are missing on the battlefield and no news is heard.

Some relatives died at Leonin of Gorgon Ravine and Torquine, but the queen did not give them the corresponding glory, but called them traitors.

Many people are grateful for the eldest son for this reason. And the one they have never met from Aouine's Lord Count, because these two avenged them.

Then these people were kicked out by witches and went to gallows because they were treasonous with the enemy.

Life is getting harder.

Many people miss the days before, this empire has inexhaustible supplies, everyone lives very well, takes pride in being an empire, and does not have to bear the pain of loss.

And now, glory is no longer. The goods that are delivered to the imperial capital every day have to give priority to the celebration of His Majesty.

The noble circle is still talking about the upcoming engagement ceremony of the female Count, but at the bottom of this empire, the enthusiasm is to vanish day after day.

Until one day, all voices are silent.

There is only a silent expression in the dark.

The road is designed.

After eight o'clock, all kinds of silhouettes began to appear on the dark and dark streets.

They wear different clothes, some are poor, some are tailors. Some are candlemakers, tanners or butchers, and even lower-level officials and soldiers.

But the only thing in common is. They were silent.

It looks like a bunch of Spectre.

The two on-duty City Guard soldiers looked at the scene and felt shudder if they saw the legendary ghost.

"There are more people today ..." one of the soldiers murmured uneasily.

"Where is Patrol Cavalry? Why isn't anyone taking care of it ...?"

"Don't be kidding, do they dare to care, then those soft-footed prawns dare to bully themselves."

"But. Captain ..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since you have forgotten that?"

The soldier who spoke felt a cold behind him, subconsciously stopped.

Of course he remembers that person, still youngster. Not very grouped, the other party just scattered the rally of these people, a week ago his body was found in the woods outside the city.

Because the murderer could not be traced, it was finally left.

He also heard that the number of missing guards has recently increased. Although the news was only circulated privately, the occasional words revealed still disturbed the soldiers at the bottom of the city guard.

"Say again," Captain said again, exasperated: "What good is it that we care so much? My brother died in Anzeluta, what happened to him? Your majesty calls them a traitor. I never believe he will betray us Now, it ’s better. The **** palace director still wants to investigate me as a reason. could it be that I don't know if he just wants to arrange a place for one's own nephew? "

He took a sigh of indignation.

The soldier is silent.

He wants to refute, but he doesn't know what to say. Is Captain could it be that wrong? The Correct fact is happening now.

He even thought that maybe it was better to lose the job. The atmosphere in the city is strange day by day, and maybe he will lose his head because of that day.

Can you lose this job and what should you do? Every day is harder and harder. already starts to starve to death in the slums. If he has no job, what should he use to support the one's own family?

It's like an inextricable knot, suffocating.

Why is this happening.

What happened to the Empire?

"The empire is ill ..." A man wearing robe, with his head hidden behind him, passed by the two of them and looked back at them. The snake-like pupil made them shudder, and the other seemed very satisfied with the resentment in the soldier's eyes, After leaving such a sentence, he went away.

"Crazy!" Captain cursed.

The soldier hurried to hold him.

"You don't have to pull me, I don't know anything like this kind of person," Captain said indignantly: "Don't believe what he said. Although the day is very fucking, these underdogs are even more untrustworthy."

The soldier silently looked at the direction the man was leaving.

Is the Empire really sick?

But if the Empire weren't sick, how could everything be like this.

"Setti!"

The candlemaker's daughter heard someone whispering one's own's name in the crowd, and then turned around, only to see Arce's figure. He was a handsome young man, and she loved her.

"Al!"

Seti is now back from the one's own myth. She would like to ask Al, if the empire is really sick, or why the brother one's own would die in the south.

Why is there a war?

But she understands that Al doesn't like to discuss this with himself. He actually hates those believers, but he hates it all the more.

"The ceremony is about to begin." Al waved to her: "This way."

Seti nodded quickly. Pushed the crowd away and followed.

...

"Today ... we are here ... will end ..."

"All of this ..."

The voice of shouts came intermittently.

Crowds are gathering more and more. Some guys wearing black robe are speaking impassionedly. The commotion ripples along the crowd like ripples on the water surface.

Brando walked across the street, watching all this silently.

They are a group of five people, Ciel, Brando, Mordefeys, and Andelique. Finally, they followed Fina, all wearing long capes and pulling on hood. It looks like they are doing the same thing as those who are speaking.

In fact, they came all the way to already many times and were mistaken for those people. The surrounding citizens respected them, which was an unexpected coincidence.

"This is the capital of the empire, great," Ciel admired: "It's a well-deserved name, there are really a set of inspirational methods for those guys, and they are catching up to my charm Magic."

"It wasn't like this before ..." Fina didn't look very good. Although she was born in Mehotolphin, she studied and grew up in this city. This empire's proud city is now like this, and she feels uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid something will happen." Ciel couldn't help shaking his head.

Brando also has a feeling in my heart. However, he wondered why the city guards and Patrol Cavalry remained indifferent. Can't could it be that The Silver Queen control his own eyelids?

Did she have witch for her life?

"Kill him ..."

"This queen's running dog!"

A loud noise came from the front street.

Brando and the others was a little stunned, but it was found that the front crowd already gathered together, and it seemed to be surrounded by people in the middle, being punched and kicked by people around.

"Ciel, separate them."

"Lord Thane. We don't need extra branches."

"They are blocking the way we must pass." Brando replied angrily.

Ciel shrugged, stretched out five fingers to recite a mantra, and an invisible power spread out around his palm, letting the citizens involuntarily separate left and right.

Exposed the two people who were surrounded by the center to see their clothes. It should be Patrol Cavalry.

already was dying when one was in good condition, while the other was lying on the ground.

The red-eyed citizens wanted to go around again after being separated by Ciel, but stopped after they found a group of Brando people.

"Well, who chose this industry," Ciel couldn't help but admire: "It was unexpectedly correct."

"Don't you say that this robe doesn't look good at first sight."

"Ah," Ciel said suddenly, "Lord Thane, this is your original idea."

Brando was too lazy to pay attention to him, he came to the identity of the two, the injured inspector Knight stood up struggling and yelled at them:

"You **** Demonic Cultist, I don't need your pity, you killed Ciel, you have the ability to kill me!"

"Puchi," Fina couldn't help laughing, although he was in a mood.

"This unfortunate man has the same name as you." Brando also teased.

"Shut your jinx --" Ciel felt that his face had been lost, and angered the Knight and said, "Your friend is not dead."

"What did you say?"

"I said your friend still has one breath," Ciel said badly: "If you don't want him to die, hurry up and take him to the doctor!"

The face of Knight changed, and he couldn't help cursing Brando and the others. Although he looked at Ciel with some doubts, he chose to believe the other's words, and hurriedly carried his one's own companion and limped away.

Brando looked at the back of the two, and then looked at the puzzled eyes around him, as well as the faces of those who were distorted by hatred, and shook his head.

Fina is right. Emperor Du is not originally like this. He has also been here, in another world.

At that time, it was a land of prosperity. Although the paper was drunk, it wasn't the heavy look of Death Qi.

What brought it all?

He was suddenly downcast.

"Ciel, why do you say we are fighting?"

"Naturally fighting for Aouine." Ciel replied, "What's wrong with this?"

"The Silver Queen also has the concept of one's own," Brando replied, "What she did may not be wrong, but what?"

"It turns out that what she did was wrong," Ciel replied, "Isn't everything in front of you the best proof of Correct?"

"However, we fought for Aouine and brought the same war to Aouine," Brando looked back at the earliest follower of one's own, and asked, "We have never lacked arms and legs in the war, but some people Lost everything in the war, is everything we did right for them? "

"Well ..."

"This question is ridiculous," Andelique can't help but interject at such times, she sneered at Brando, "Someone put a knife on your neck, do you still have time to discuss the war is right or wrong with him? ? "

"It's only life and death."

The war for resistance and survival is indeed just.

However, the demise of Aouine's may be an inevitable part of history, but if you choose this way, you will not let many people pay for it.

Do you really stand up to everything you do?

Brando echoed this questioning voice in her heart.

"Brando," Fina said at this time: "This question has the best answer right now."

Brando looked at this ojou-sama puzzledly.

"If you look at these people, you will understand that what you do brings to those who benefit from it, and what the Queen does, what do they bring to them?" Fina replied: " At a glance. "

"The teacher once taught me that the advancement of history and the advancement of civilization are for the pursuit of happiness."

"In order to protect everything like this, people never sacrifice."

Brando suddenly felt a little enlightened.

This may be what Way of the Golden Flame really means.

The purpose of the struggle is not to kill and hate, but to chase and guard for something better.

Fir Tree Shire, Trentheim, and Aouine --

Is he confident in making this country a better place?

Yes.

He is confident.

So, you can move on.

At that moment, Brando suddenly showed a double image. He suddenly saw the scene he had seen in Valhalla.

In the light, Marsha put his hand on his shoulder, pointed at his forehead, and said to him:

"I will give you wings made of light, so I can refer to you as king."

"Someday I will be glorified by you."

This is the glory --

He came to raises head, and the belief in the sword of the flame was completely clear in his heart.

"Let's go," Brando replied, "In front of Hanlu Manor."

"Let's meet with Her Majesty --"

…… (To be continued, please search for floating astronomy, novels are better updated and faster!

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