The Amber Sword: Scene 501 a ray of hope III

Warlock Sadr beckons, Lion Heart Holy Sword falls from the air and falls on his hand. He raised his sword and carefully watched the afternoon sunlight of -- passing through the gap between the shutters, forming a narrow strip of light, which just landed on sword edge.

The dazzling sword body flashes dazzling luster.

Warlock Sadr only spoke after a while: "This sword is the saber of the Lionheart King Eicht. It is said that this sword is a symbol of ideals. It will choose those who have the same lofty faith; but Few people know that this sword was cast from Holy Sword Ordefeiss' fragments, and the soul of Holy Sword is dormant in the sword body. Its first owner was the chief of Flaming Knight and later the ancestor of First King Eicht --.

"About seven centuries ago, this sword was lost from Kirrlutzian and came to this southern land of wilderness; but as described in history, First King Eicht stole this from Kirrlutzian. Holy Sword, it might as well be said to be a widow left before the death of Flame King, Aouine's was established, Wind Elf's intervened, all the purpose, but to conceal a greater secret. "

As he said, he turned sword edge and laid Lion Heart Holy Sword back on the desk. "And this sword is the key to that secret."

Come on, Warlock Sadr raises head comes and looks at Amandina. His eyes were like a sword, but Amandina only frowned slightly, his face maintain one's composure.

-- is another scene in her heart

She faintly remembers the scene of the summer night of that year. The light of the Witch's seat is shrouded in the southern sky.

A bright strip of light runs across the center of the night. Stars are like weaving, trillions of starlights hang down from the sky, as if shining into the deepest memory. It was the courtyard in his own home, and the Bruglas river sparkling in the distance.

"Dad, is that sword really that powerful?"

"Of course," Viscount Nelson smiled and touched her daughter's head: "So Annie, you must grow up quickly."

"Why?"

Viscount Nelson smiled and didn't speak.

He rubbed his daughter's head again, the latter slightly annoyed his father's hand.

"Annie." Viscount Nelson remembered something.

"Huh?"

"Remember what I told you yesterday?"

"Well, I remember, my grandfather said that we are the children of Erkan III and the heir to the Sifah family. My real name is Moria-Etarina-de-Sifah."

Viscount Nelson smiled slightly and patted her little shoulder: "You must remember that although this name may not be used for your whole life, the blood of First King Eicht flowing in our body determines our attitude towards this Responsibility of the Kingdom -- "

"Responsibility?"

"That one day, when Aouine needs us to come forward, I hope you must be brave."

"I will brave," the little girl's eyes flashes flashes, "Dad."

"Okay," Viscount Nelson laughed, "Let's go, mom is calling us ... by the way, I will take you to the villa in the suburb when I have time."

"Really?"

"Of course, let's talk!"

It's clear that nothing is said, --

Amandina bit her lip. In her memory, shortly after that, the family sold her property. Life seemed to be suddenly impoverished, and there was no room for fulfillment of that promise.

She waited for a long time, her father disappeared, her mother washed her face with tears, and she lost weight every day. But many years later, another man took her to realize that wish.

The courtyard that was remembered as a child is long gone. existence.

Warlock Sadr looked suspiciously at the complex look on Maidena's face, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Amandina's black eyes are clear again, and gradually become firm.

She looked back from her memories, slowly shook her head, and replied: "Nothing, just some memory about this sword, sir."

"What is that?"

"Sir, you should understand what this sword means to the descendant of the Sifah family."

Sadr is clear, nodded and said: "it doesn't matter, we can give you this sword, little girl."

Amandina didn't talk, apparently understand that these two people can't be so kind. Sure enough, she just listened to each other and continued to say, "... But we must get the secret behind this sword, which has nothing to do with your Sifah family This sword of -- is actually a key. Only the true blood of the Aouine royal family can hold it to open the door. "

He paused and continued: "As a direct descendant of First King Eicht, I don't think you will let us down, right?"

Amandina was silent for a moment.

Either join.

Either die.

This is indeed an easy choice.

There is a long a period of time, she did not say a word, only silently watching the sword.

While Warlock Sadr is not in a hurry, silently is waiting for her answer, as if she already has the answer.

After a while, Amandina finally came to raises head and replied word by word: "Understand, as the direct descendant of First King Eicht, I will not let you down."

The girl took this sentence very seriously.

Unfortunately, neither Warlock Sadr nor Makarov understood.

The former only rubbed his fingers with Lion Heart Holy Sword's smooth sword edge, then raised the sword, handed it over, and handed it to her.

But Amandina didn't reach out to pick it up.

"This is your only chance, little girl," Warlock Sadr threatened dumbly: "Take this sword, or leave here sideways."

Amandina looked at him.

"Yes," she said, "but I have a request."

A request, Warlock Sadr staggered slightly.

But after a moment of hesitation, he still nodded. Since this human little girl already chose to yield, he didn't want to branch out at this time.

"I want to know about you," Amandina asked.

Warlock Sadr frowned: "Don't you think you have to make it, little girl?"

"I think this is a reasonable request, sir," Amandina calmly replied, "I already has proved the value of one's own, but I know nothing about you now."

"This is also true."

Warlock Sadr just nodded, he likes to deal with smart people -- especially wise people.

He feels he is beginning to appreciate this little girl.

"Well, this can be a special case, so what do you want to know?" he replied.

"Things about Dragon of Twilight."

Warlock Sadr takes a sip of cold air.

Amandina was unmoved, and continued, "In the layout of Aouine's, it's not just game of Sasaarland people, would I be willing to be treated as a lowest grade pawn?"

Warlock Sadr took a deep look at this little girl and glanced at --. The problem did not exceed his bottom line, but it was unexpected. He didn't know what Amandina thought, only thinking that the other party's vision was long-term.

He looked at Makarov with subconsciously, and his heart became more and more disappointed.

How can the gap between people be so large?

Actually, Makarov is not cunning enough, but the level of thinking already determines a lot of things.

"Interesting," Warlock Sadr muttered. But there is nothing to hide. The Sasaarland people have done such a big thing. If they want to hide it, they can't hide it. -- He took two steps in place before he said:

"Actually, the contact between Sasaarland and Dragon of Twilight is much closer than you think ..."

"About forty-five years ago, a black dragon named Gwendolyn came to us. It stayed in Oleg for three days and then went to Gusta. I and Heriyanov were there I met this black dragon. Soon after that, the Sasaarland people had a new goal and parted ways with their past colleagues. "

"Dragon Queen?" Amandina asked.

Warlock Sadr nodded slowly.

A little doubt flashed in the girl's heart: "In just three days, you betrayed the entire silver city -- because of its rhetoric. I am not stupid, Lord Sadr."

"You look at it too high," Warlock Sadr sneered: "Even without this fuse, division is just a long-term inevitable result. The origin of the name Sasaarland was originally noble, a ruler, yes The caretaker of mystery and knowledge, those inferior wizards we have learned with silver have never been all the way. "

"Are there noble among Buga people?"

"Before the age of Azure Knight, it did exist." Warlock Sadr's tone was a bit missed.

Amandina tilted his head: "But the purpose of Dragon of Twilight is to destroy our world. Wouldn't you understand this, and cooperate with it, what can you get from it?"

"This is the story that Holy Cathedral tells you, little girl," Warlock Sadr sneered sneer: "They are always so alarmist, in order to reach the purpose of intimidating the world to blindly follow their rule."

He put down Lion Heart Sword and drew a Rune with his hand: "Twilight's Judgment Day, not so much destruction, it is better to change the world back to what it was. -- Conversely, the creation of Marsha is for the people of chaos Why not be an Twilight? "

"It is a pity that we are not chaotic people," Amandina said ironically, "you cannot use their eyes to think about problems."

"You can say the same," Warlock Sadr spread his hands and didn't care about the tone of little girl: "However, destruction is a serious word, so please don't use it easily. -- can't go beyond the dimensions of our existence. It is impossible to destroy the universe in this dimension, and Dragon of Twilight cannot do this. "

"In fact, we prefer to use" demolition of an old house "as a metaphor for this ongoing event." He made an analogy. "It will be destroyed in this war, but it was created by the God racess. TiamatBible. "

"Tear down an old house ..." There was a flash of anger in Amandina's eyes: "But what's the difference? It lost the world that Marsha cares about. When material plane fell apart, all existence lost their support, and you guys again How can you be spared? If everything is lost in the end, what's the point of gaining more of you now? "

"This is the source of the contradiction." Warlock Sadr's tone is unusually calm: "The truth you said is applicable to most people. But existence is another possibility, and chaos is not really a void, as long as We can be detached from the existing life forms, and we can obtain eternal life in another sense. "

"Is part of Twilight's?"

"Are the demons not part of Correct Twilight's?"

For such logic, Miss Adviser felt nauseous in her heart, but she did not dare to refute, and she closed her mouth silently.

Warlock Sadr looked at her look, and guessed what she thought, could not help but snorted: "You still don't understand something, right? This is actually a mortal vision, you are weak Looking at this issue from a different perspective, it is natural for the disadvantaged to feel the same, but what do those people have to do with you?

He taught Amandina: "Your idea is not a wise mind. This is a world of survival of the fittest. We can survive, and some people must be eliminated. But this is not because of us, but because They are too weak --. We can choose to save them, or we can choose not to save them, but this is not a moral necessity for us, and we have no necessary responsibility for these people. "

Amandina was silent for a moment.

"But the Buga people are also a member of this world," she tried to restrain the tone of one's own, but still revealed a hint of anger: "You take power from this world, and some of these powers belong to others. So You are strong, and some people will be weak because of you. Our ancestors have agreed to protect the world, but now you are on the side of Dragon of Twilight. Why isn't this a responsibility? "

"Common guarding?" Warlock Sadr smiled with a smirk, interrupting her: "I must point out that the mortal world ended the last internal dispute or seventy days ago, without us intervening, When did you really take responsibility for this world? -- for this thousand years? "

"That ’s because people do n’t know about it," Amandina pursed his lips, and finally pressed down his own impulsive tone: "If it wasn't for the Magic tide, we would n’t even know the fact that Dragon of Twilight is about to wake up -- And Buga people have sealed everything about the past tightly. Shouldn't could it be that be responsible for this? "

Warlock Sadr sneered: "Do you mean we have an inescapable responsibility for your miserable situation?"

We never asked you anything, but at least not the knife behind it!

Amandina was also extremely angry.

Buga people once overthrew Miirna with mortals, but Silver Lineage also took away most of legacy since the God races era, and claimed to be these heirs of legacy. They enclosed these knowledge and secrets about the past in the High Tower of the ivory, and used these knowledge and secrets to build today the country above the floating clouds.

And mortals are like the and the others that was born to roll in the mud. When Silver Lineage re-established its glorious country in just 100 years, mortals were still on continent. Struggling and groping, groping to establish the one's own country.

So Kirrlutz, Faanzan, and Saers, as they are known today, are not Miirna's Kirrlutz, nor Miirna's Faanzan or Miirna's Saers.

They are the light of faint civilization that mortals have accumulated like water and stones in the thousand years.

But existence is still tenacious, although hope is slim.

Why Tumen can be called a teacher by Four Holy Cathedrals, not only because he once taught Saints. It is because he gave the most valuable Wealth -- knowledge of Black Iron races in the era after Miirna.

That is an ally of mortal people, Buga is a precious treasure that is blessed and carefully protected ...

This is Black Iron races.

A worldly person.

They inherited the name Black Iron. This cheap, lowly, full of shortcomings, and no aesthetics of metal, as if born to be the lowest and most inconspicuous existence, but only has one advantage --

Gold is too precious.

silver is too weak.

Only Black Iron is tough.

It's so ubiquitous that it doesn't need to be cautious; it's so humble and aesthetically innocent that it doesn't have those arrogant qualities; and its simplicity and brilliance will eventually be cast into a silent note To completely end this era.

It's billions of faint powers, but more dazzling than any name written on the epic.

At that moment, Amandina finally understood the Brando choice.

I also understand the one's own choice.

She shook her head slightly.

"I see."

Warlock Sadr stopped.

Amandina raises head came and looked at him and said, "The Sasaarland people made a right choice, let us fulfill the rest of the agreement."

Makarov looked at the girl strangely next to him, always feeling a little disturbed.

But he looked at Warlock Sadr's expression and didn't dare to speak.

This is crafty fox of a Kingdom.

The other is the rising star of Trentheim.

These two people can be said to be the most intelligent two people in this era Aouine --

Only one person can only lock the one's own idea into chains.

The other person lit all his flames of wisdom, let everything burn, and turned into a flame that swept everything.

At this moment, courage can be all about wisdom.

But wisdom is just the tip of courage.

Warlock Sadr nodded: "Okay, come back to the topic, indeed already wastes too much time."

He picked up Lion Heart Holy Sword again, but before handing the sword to Amandina, the wizard Boss of this Sasaarland person solemnly glanced at her: "Nine Phoenixes people always say bad things in front, I do the same, little girl, Smart people should know how to avoid harm and you should understand what deception means. "

"I understand."

"This is good," Warlock Sadr coldly said, "but I still have to remind you, see this sword in my hand, is it the symbol of the kingdom of --, and just like it, you must understand this, It ’s not just your life and death that is in my hands, but also the future of this country. I do n’t think you want to see too many people die for you, right?

Amandina has a pale face.

But she still nodded.

Warlock Sadr also nodded. He then reversed sword edge, pushed the sword forward, and Lion Heart Holy Sword flew towards Amandina. Then he pointed to the sword suspended in midair and said to her:

"Now, pick it up."

Now, pick it up.

This is a simple choice.

But Amandina stood for a long time, watching the sword.

It's like a distant dream. The sword is slightly different from her father's description in her memory; but only the emblem on the sword still describes its past history, as if the time left on it.

Few people know the secret about this sword.

But the exception is descendant of First King Eicht, and her voice echoed in her mind:

"Annie, when Aouine needs us to come forward, I hope you must be brave."

"I will, father."

Miss Adviser gently breathed in, raises head to look at Warlock Sadr not far away.

The brightest gleam flashes in his eyes.

"Wait, stop."

Makarov finally realized the bad eyes when he saw those firm eyes full of ideals and convictions. Even under the gaze of Warlock Sadr, he couldn't help shouting.

Unfortunately already is late.

Amandina's hand gently held the hilt of the sword.

"Farewell, Brando."

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