The Amber Sword - 1362

He turned his head and glanced into the darkness. Far away from the camp, there was another bonfire shining like stars. The bonfire was so weak that it seemed to go out anytime and anywhere.

By the campfire, there seemed to be a lonely thin figure.

Brando couldn’t help sighing in his heart when he saw this scene.

It’s not that he didn’t want the half-elf girl to camp with them, but the other’s vigilance was beyond his imagination. He didn’t know what kind of experience made a character like a little girl, but the other said that he didn’t want to be close. Their camp is only willing to have a separate camp tens of meters away from their camp.

She refused their help. Although it was a bit difficult, she did it alone, whether it was the small bonfire or the simple tent. Only when Huang Huo gave her the canvas and wood for setting up the tent, the little elf girl said faintly, “Thank you.”

However, she didn’t seem to notice that the so-called “excess” wood and canvas were actually directly dismantled by Brando from an intact tent.

When they started the fire, Brando noticed that the little elf girl was setting up the tent alone. After nightfall, while they were grilling the fish, she was still setting up the tent. Now the lonely figure finally stopped– It seems that the camp is also set up.

When Brando walked through the darkness of more than ten meters between the two camps and came to the weak campfire, he saw exactly this scene.

The bonfire was in the wind stove surrounded by a few stones, in the embers of the dead branches, and the last few flames. The half-elf girl still wore her tattered and obviously one size larger sheep head cultist robe, double The feet are bent together, one hand is on the calf, and the other hand is holding two or three dead branches.

She put her head on her knees, and she seemed to be trembling. Brando understood at a glance – she didn’t find much firewood. In order to ensure that the bonfire would not go out, she could only maintain such a weak flame.

But this little flame is not enough to keep warm in the middle of the night at this season of Tauchik.

“Why didn’t you enter the tent?” Brando stood in the dark for a moment, then suddenly said.

The little half-elf girl didn’t notice Brando’s approach at all. She was so frightened that she bounced off the ground like a cat. In this way, Brando still saw that her hands were pressed on the hilt of the short sword for the first time.

I really don’t know what kind of life this poor girl lived before. Brando couldn’t help but feel compassion. He approached the other party’s camp and suddenly discovered that the tent she had built was fundamentally It’s just a look.

She had no nails or ropes, no way to fix the canvas and the wooden frame. Brando couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. He should have thought of this, but the little girl did not raise it. He thought she had already trudged in this swamp. After so long, I think there should be something corresponding.

Unexpectedly, he was still different.

“It’s not good to be so aggressive,” he couldn’t help but frowned and said in a deep voice, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

The other party did not answer, just clutching the hilt tightly, with a pair of indifferent silver eyes staring at him vigilantly through the lower edge of the hood, as sensitive as a cat guarding the territory.

But it’s just a kitten without the ability to protect itself.

Brando sighed and didn’t wait for the little girl to answer. He walked over and set up her tent again. Then he took out the rope from the suitcase to help her fix it, then pulled the canvas and fixed it with iron nails. on the ground.

The little elf girl didn’t speak, she just watched his every move coldly. Brando noticed that her body was extremely tight, as if she would pull out the sword without hesitation as long as she acted rashly a little—though Not necessarily to do it on him.

When she thought about it, she also understood that she could not be Brando’s opponent.

But Brando was afraid that she would hurt herself, so she looked at her feet that had been entangled with bandages-originally Huang Huo wanted to lend her her boots, but she insisted not to, as long as some bandages. The bandages were obviously not wrapped well enough, and even the toes were bare.

Hearing Brando’s gaze, the little elf girl shrank her feet subconsciously, and Brando actually saw a look of inferiority on the opponent’s face for the first time.

“Where is your sister?”

The little girl shivered suddenly, looking at him with an unbelievable look on her face, but this look was quickly replaced by a deeper vigilance.

She still closed her mouth and said nothing.

If it hadn’t been for the’thank you’ she had said to Huang Huo before, Brando almost thought she could not speak and was dumb.

“It looks like you are your sister,” Brando nodded. “Are you here for your sister?”

Still no answer.

“You don’t have to worry too much, you should see that if we are the same with those people, you can’t escape at all, right?”

“thanks……”

“What?” Brando was stunned, with his perception ability, he could not hear the little girl’s voice like a mosquito.

“Thank you…you…” The voice was louder, but extremely jerky, as if the owner of the voice could no longer speak because he rarely communicated with others.

This time Brando heard it clearly. He looked at this little girl who was wearing a rumpled robe and looked wary and somewhat restrained, and he felt pity in his heart.

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

The little girl shook her head.

“Even about your sister?”

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

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

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: “My name is Brando, what is your name.”

“Ling…”

“Ling Tireti Tiamas…”

The voice said softly and faintly.

When Brando returned to the campfire in the camp, the prime minister’s daughter had already recovered that smile. She saw Brando return empty-handed, and a smile flashed in her purple eyes again: “How?”

“Don’t count the little girl,” Brando gave her an angry look, knowing that the prime minister’s daughter was deliberately joking with herself: “I put some food in her tent, and she will see it.”

“Why don’t you hand it to her in person?”

“She doesn’t have much, but it’s precious. We can’t take that little thing away.” Brando took a breath and replied.

“It’s a lovely girl, isn’t it?”

Brando gave her an angry look, and Delphine didn’t care, and only made an invitation to him to sit down beside her. Brando froze for a moment, only to see that Delphine had spread the blanket that had been returned to him.

Brando hesitated, but sat down awkwardly.

He felt Delphine lean his head, and the faint fragrance of the girl’s hair lingered on his nose. After a while, before he could speak, the girl had already said, “Did you start to doubt the truth of what I said earlier, sir?”

“A little……”

“Don’t worry, what I said is true, but at least for now, let me dream for a while, okay?” Delphine replied quietly, “Because I am also tired, Lord Lord.”

Brando opened his mouth, as if trying to persuade her to say something, but when the words came to the end, he couldn’t say anything. It is Delphine’s obsession to revive the Niederven family, and why is he not so?

If it weren’t for such obsession, how could he come here and come to this world called Warend, and the two souls merged into one. How could he know so many people and experience so many? thing?

He raised his head and looked into the air along the sparks rising from the campfire.

In the hazy night, there seemed to be starlight penetrating the diffuse mist, and the red moon hung above the starry sky, just like depicted in myths and legends. The gods looked at this land with the eyes of the stars.

That is the fate and pulse of this world.

It is connecting everyone together.

…

Red Moon Moya.

Archduke Styk turned around from the terrace, and above the sea where the lofty inner sea has been unchanging for thousands of years, the starlight is gleaming. It came from afar, “Father Ferson, I am thinking about a question… I wonder if the moonlight we see today also comes from the magnificent era a thousand years ago. What the two generations saw may not be the same. Isn’t it much different?”

“You are sentimental, my lord.”

“It’s hard not to be sentimental. Time flies, the years are blooming, and countless things in the mortal world have decayed and changed, but there are some things that are unique in the past-it is enviable, even if you know the back of this full moon. It is our enemy, but in my lifetime, I still want to see the moonlight, the beauty of the lofty inland sea and our most beautiful world. Perhaps this is the so-called trouble of mortals, because I am too short-lived, so Only then will I have my love for eternal beauty.”

“That’s because we love this land deeply. We call this land under our feet our homeland. It is the land where we are born and raised. Since my childhood, I have been familiar with everything in this city. I have witnessed the cloak. The prosperity and development of the Gulf, I once left here to make a career, but after leaving the post of Bishop of Scepter, the old and old I returned to this place, because this land gave me life, in my dying At that moment, I will return all its gifts to the cradle and home it gave me.”

“It’s a pity that Lord Martha is destined to make a joke on our two old guys,” Duke Styke laughed: “After all, we have only one person who can rest and sleep here, while the other person will be born and left here, maybe After a long, 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 buddy,” Grand Duke looked at each other deeply: “Actually, I really envy you. Like you, I also grew up on this land. These days, my past The memory that should have been forgotten long ago became clearer at this moment. I suddenly remembered everything that happened at a certain time under the city wall, on the street, in the woods. I have my long-dead grandmother, the mill that was demolished before the Six-Day War, and a certain depression outside the city…”

“Oh my God, I never thought that I have been here for so many days, from a young man to a mature man, from a man to a middle age, and then to the old man,” Lord Duke’s eyes were a little moist: “When they are lost, they appear to be cherished.”

“So I am lucky,” the priest smiled lightly: “But you must take our hope away from here. I will sleep in the present, and your promise to me is to bring the future back here.”

The Duke nodded, and he patted the priest on the shoulder. This was undoubtedly a rude gesture, but no one cared at the moment. “Let’s go,” he said: “Go and meet our guests, the beloved of wisdom, our former enemies, but now we have to sit together and make decisions for our common future.”

“Everything is impermanent, friend.”

“Yes, things are impermanent.”

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