MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 453 Way back

"Let the kingdom inherit the ideal of Lord Earl. This ideal will serve as a plan for the entire Eruin, not Tonigel, or any territory under the control of aristocracy. You should understand that those people's short-sightedness is only the kingdom's The vision is long-term. We cannot hope that everyone is an Earl, but every Eruin understands the meaning of power and dignity. "

There was an incredible light in Rawlint's eyes. He had never heard such a statement, which made him feel as if he knew the brother of the classmate he had looked down on for the first time, and was subconsciously silent.

"But Lord Earl is gone."

"It's okay, but his will is still there, and we have His Royal Highness. I believe that Prince Haruze must know the aspirations of the Earl."

"What do you want to do?"

"The King's Party is a thing of the past, but Eruin really needs a new conviction, Rollin, we have like-minded people, why do we need to merge with the past." Hainff's eyes flashed a bright light, as if inside There is a flame.

The starry light falls on this dark forest.

The darkness seems to allow Brando's perception to expand in all directions, and the eye of the heart looks at the entire forest, the leaves, the insects, the light wings of the night owl, whispers, any small details in the dark corners, no Never reflected in his heart.

He stopped and stood in the forest, as if he were part of this silent nature. Although he was almost dead during the battle with the stagnant world and Arkanto, he has always felt close to this world's law ever since Master Martha healed his injury and returned to Warnd. Strength seems to be increasing every moment, getting closer and closer to the level he once knew.

"Adult is not in a good mood?" Qian also stopped and said slightly guiltily, "Is it because we have been too long in the ring of trade winds?"

She lowered her head: "If I hadn't accidentally provoked the Bugatians ..."

"It's nothing. The Sassards deserve it," Brando shook his head, and his thoughts weren't really about it. He naturally heard the conversation in the distant wooden house, and it seemed that his influence on Eruin was getting larger and wider, but it was difficult to say whether it was good or bad.

But he did not intend to stop it.

Of course, Eruin needs more than just one person. This ancient kingdom has its future, its next generation. At least these people have had different ideas from their parents, like a stagnant water, with new ripples.

"Jane?"

Brando suddenly spoke.

"Yep?"

"Can I invite my guard captain to walk with me?"

The mountain girl stunned: "Sir, aren't we leaving?"

"Of course not," Brando replied. "Although I invited my captain, it took her time to rest. You can't keep this face at all times, right?"

Akane looked puzzled.

Brando smiled slightly. He stretched out his hand and said, "Come to me, don't follow the lead behind me, don't I look terrible?"

Qian stared blankly at Brando's hand, and hesitated for a while before putting her hand up. When Brando held her hand, the girl's movements became noticeably stiff, but soon they softened.

Brando watched Akane's awkward walking movement. Can't help but be a little funny: "Is my captain actually a puppet?"

In the bright moonlight, Akane seemed to have lost her ability to speak. Head down and said nothing.

Brando smiled and shook his head, but his mind was a little elusive.

He often dreams these days.

Dreaming of the past, dreaming of the night of Butch, dreaming of Roman, dreaming of her sister-in-law and Her Royal Highness, dreaming of slaughter and escape in the dark. Dreams are strange. Some are real, some are ridiculous. Every dream seems to be someone trying to talk to him and tell him everything about the past and the future.

He could not help but think of the alliance of the Sasardes.

The wizards have been held in secret, but they have disappeared in the ring of trade winds. The Sassards may have some trouble investigating. So he gave those people to the druids. The power of the ring of the world is not inferior to the silver alliance. The druids owe him a favor for the ring of trade winds, and the two have always cooperated. Good, this trivial matter is not enough.

He interrogated a lot of things from those people. It's no surprise that the Sasard's puppet of war slate was after all, they were once the 'owners' of these taboo knowledge. There are some ambitionists who want to use this to restore the former status of the silver people, reappear the empire above the sky, and let the Buga people shed silver blood again. There is more and more market within the alliance.

He heard that the Bugatians hurriedly withdrew from the Meeting of the Four Realms, and wanted to think that there were differences and different voices inside. Their opportunity.

This was originally an internal affairs of the Silver People, but the Sasard reached out to Eruin, and Brando felt a dangerous breath. Hostility is obviously more than just capturing slate.

He saw such a future in his dream. He didn't know whether that future was true or not, but he was confused. He reached out his hands subconsciously, as if trying to grasp the world, the moonlight passing through his fingers seemed a bit hazy.

The forest in the distance is still immersed in darkness and shadows, but it is not difficult to see the rolling shadows of the Grahar Mountains; a sparkling stream passes through the forest, letting the pebbles glow brightly in the moonlight There were several young deer flashing through the forest.

After leaving Sarnan, he set foot on the land of the fir collar. It can be said that he opened the commercial road in the Black Forest, but walking on this road, he has a peculiar feeling of being close to hometown.

Where is his hometown?

Is Tonigel, or Braggs, or Butch, past or present?

"Qian, what do you think of the world?" Brando stopped suddenly and asked back.

This question is a bit too big, the Shanmin girl was silent for a moment, then shook her head silently.

Brando smiled. He didn't expect to get an answer, or he already got the answer. The world in people's hearts has different meanings in people's hearts. It becomes light or dark with people's hearts. For different people, there is no fixed answer.

What is the world he wants?

Brando was silently thinking about the answer to this question.

But the same problem seems to have touched some of the thoughts of the mountain girl.

Brando suddenly felt a pair of hands hugging himself from behind, and he felt Akane's nervous heartbeat, clinging tightly to his back, as if passed to his heart without any distance.

"What's wrong, Akane?"

Akane said nothing.

"Are you scared?"

"I heard old people say that the gods will become stars in the sky, shining on their people. I am afraid that one day, Lord Lord will leave us."

When Brando couldn't help laughing, tears burst out laughing. The silly girl held down Qian Fangwei's hands on her chest: "Where is a god? We are all just mortals."

Akane was silent.

Brando suddenly stopped laughing.

He felt the boundless power pouring into his body. Every breath he made seemed to reverberate in the mountains. The rustling of the pine forest turned into a sound of waves, like the sound of his heartbeat, heaven and earth. At this moment, he all became a whole together.

Brando closed his eyes and felt his soul resonate slightly. He felt the sound of golden hammer hammer echoing in his veins, and the rumbling sound was the echo of the silver rule line.

The law constitutes his body, and the magic power constitutes his blood. When he opens his eyes, he rises like the morning light, and when he closes his eyes, it is like a bright moon when he is empty. He exhales the north wind. At each step of life, life is born from the footprints. When his heart beats, he becomes one with the pulse of the earth.

Brando sighed.

At that moment, he saw the end of the sage, where Martha seemed to be waiting for him in the light.

"I won't leave you," he whispered to Akane, "I swear."

It's close to home.

Crossing this forest is the field of fir collars, and the moonlight of the Black Forest must also be wading coldly on that land.

...

early morning.

The junction of Green Village's original site and the Black Forest has been deserted since Fir led a new access to the Black Forest from Shavrund. Few of the shrubby ruins pass by, and only occasional adventurers will approach here or stay here briefly.

The broken wall in the forest witnessed the decline of the place. To the east of the village, the Tonigels built a sentry tower here. Sentinel Hard stood on the top of the tower, and the forest a few miles away was within his field of vision, and he was wonderingly seeing that a group of people were walking in the direction of Green Village.

The captain was frowning with a kettle to cook the tea. The news from the north was tense day by day. I heard that the White Lion Guard had already fought the rebels, but the wind was tightly closed. It was rumored that the rebels had hit Eph Rada Pez, after a while, heard that the insurgents had reached the fortress of Palas.

However, in any case, it is mostly bad news. At least the army from the north has captured Ampelsel. This is real news. Even the shipping has been intermittent, and the number of merchants who have come to Fir collar has decreased significantly. Already.

…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net