The Amber Sword

"Dang, of course. ([])" Haruzer stammered.

"Thank you, elder brother." The little girl thanked again, lifted her skirt, and sat down generously next to the future king of Eruin.

However, Haruzer apparently had no consciousness as a crown prince, his face was almost as red as a ripe apple, and he was at a loss, as if he wanted to get closer to the little girl, but he was afraid of touching the other party and causing discomfort. .

Brando couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this scene. The little prince did n’t say that he was a member of the royal family. Even the general noble son-in-law might not be able to match it. He really did n’t know whether Overwell and his sister were How to teach him.

However, he thought of another interesting question. If Haruze really likes this little girl, what will happen to Aiko and Yula's daughter Aila in the future?

Is this a change in history?

Thinking of this he couldn't help squinting and staring at the little girl, to be honest, he also admired the little girl. In the era of Eruin, most daughters of ordinary people were unlikely to have such a graceful posture, while the children of noble families were mostly lofty and lofty, and they had long forgotten the sage etiquette.

In Brando's mind, Faina was a classic. Fortunately, the girl's nature was not bad, and he didn't bother him too much. It is another ...

When he thought of the prime minister, he couldn't help his brain hurt.

But while he was thinking about it suddenly, he heard Laurenna ask with some concern: "Little girl, what's your name?"

The little girl looked up at the horsewoman. Niu answered arrogantly: "Originally my mother said that you can't just tell strangers by name. But I know you are a good sister, so I can tell you quietly-"

Then she posted it and whispered to Laurenna, "Sister, my name is Mikaia."

Although this sentence was whispered, at least half of the people present heard it clearly. Except for the little prince and Shire, Metisha, and Hipamila, who fell sharply, Brando, Freya, Akane, Nimesis, and Feralas all heard it clearly-after all, as Existence of silver or above. Perception is so sharp that it's easy to hear a whisper from the next little girl so close.

But the Mountain Girl and Freya wouldn't say it, and Feralas wasn't thinking at all. In fact, he drooled and stared at the jar of honey beside Brando.

Of the four, only Brando frowned slightly.

Mikaya-

The name sounds familiar.

He became alert. Now he is very keen on this feeling. Because in the past, there are too many records about the background, history, and information, and it is impossible for everyone to know everything. But most of the well-known names and events will leave a trace in the player's heart.

The deeper such a trace, the more important the event is. The acquaintance of the Black Rose War for Brando will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

The names he knew but couldn't remember meant two possibilities.

One may be that the name itself is not very outstanding, but it has a place in history. Another possibility is that the owner of the name may be very famous, but the intersection with him is not large.

The former, such as the replacement of some small local lords, and the latter, such as the owners of secondary seats in the Twelve-member Assembly of Buga. Although the twelve-member parliament of the Silver People is all horrible, Brando really can't call the full names of other people besides William and Tulaman.

Of course, seeing the name may remember the identity of the other party. But it's not so easy to remember every detail.

With this in mind, he couldn't help but stand up with some seriousness. At the same time, he saw that the female knight Nimesis, who was opposite him, also cast some serious eyes on the little girl--

But the little girl was sharper than he thought. She seemed to notice Brando's abnormality, raised her head and looked at him with a scared look: "Uncle. What's wrong?"

Uncle ... Uncle?

Brando almost did not spit out his blood, even if it was the birthday of the next month and month, he was only 21 years old! Twenty-one years old! Why did you become an uncle?

He took a deep breath and finally he calmed down. Forget it, anyway, in terms of the age of his other soul, being called an uncle is not a big deal. He paused. Asked in his most gentle voice, "Little sister, do you say you're Mikaya? What's your full name?"

Brando dared to guarantee that his expression at that moment must be the softest, and he would never be mistaken for the strange uncle who had lulled Loli with a lollipop-but he immediately discovered that this was just his illusion.

Mikaya glanced at him with a bit of fear, and suddenly slid down from the chair, and replied carefully: "My name is Mikaya, uncle. My mother and dad are coming, I'm leaving, thank you- "

Then she bowed to everyone and ran out.

"Wait ..." Brando froze slightly, reaching for the little girl. But it was at this time that he saw a person running in outside the hotel door.

As soon as the man entered the hotel, he shouted at it, "I've found it, sir!"

Brando then noticed the man's dazzling baldness. This was the hotel owner who had been sent to help him find out the news. When he saw this guy, Brando swallowed his throat. He glanced at the little girl called Mikaya from a distance, who had already ran to the counter near the little party.

Forget it, Brando couldn't help but sigh-after all, there was an opportunity. Besides, his most important task was obviously not to investigate the identity of a little girl. Instead, what's most important to him now is the news that bald boss brought back.

It is not known whether he has found useful information.

He looked in that direction, and the bald hotel owner ran to them pantingly. He looked at Brando with a kind of admiration. Responding pantingly, "Sir, you are really expecting something--"

"Just say the result." Brando lost a gold coin and knew what the guy was doing.

"I went to ask, and those hunters did go straight into the forest without making any preparations. This is strange. I haven't heard anyone dare to be so bold for so many years." Gold coins, he whispered, "They didn't prepare the tools, they didn't even bring the supplies. It was really crazy."

"They're not crazy," Laurenna's voice interjected, interrupting him: "It was because someone had prepared them for them."

"Who?" The owner said for a moment.

Except for him. All the people sitting there looked at each other with a clear look, including even Feralas, who had been slow to respond.

Who will prepare the supplies for those hunters?

Naturally there is only the sly fox of Enlec.

Because there has been almost no record of caravans entering or leaving the country since recent times. So Brando was almost certain that Enlec must have never entered shallow water. It's just that they still need local guides. After all, everyone cannot be as familiar with the forest as he is.

So he can infer that Enlec must have bypassed the town of Shallow Water, but sent people to hire some local hunters, and then went straight into the forest.

Once you have this clue, it will be much easier to follow up-

Brando's eyes calmed down, he lowered the map and asked, "When did the hunters enter the forest?"

"One week ago, sir." The hotel owner collected the money and naturally worked hard. Replied without hesitation.

one week. Brando groaned a little, this time was not long, and it was very likely that Alek had not yet passed through the northern part of Allasser Forest.

But it can't be too late, they must start immediately.

Of course, he has to master more advantages before that. He looked up. Horsewoman Laurenna and her fiance, Feras, looked at the lord with a little admiration, although filtering out useful information from useless rumors was actually a fact for most senior adventurers and mercenaries They are just the most basic compulsory courses, but in the eyes of the "newbies" who left the house for the first time, Brando suddenly rose to a high level of wisdom.

Brando was pulling a roll of parchment from the cape and throwing it in front of the hotel owner: "You, read this."

"Me?" The owner of the hotel was slightly taken aback by this sudden action of Brando, in his previous impression. Although this aristocratic young man is very capable, the difference from those sons-in-law is not too big. But all of a sudden, the aristocrat opposite him changed his look, and it felt like a sword out of the sheath, and became fierce.

Brando nodded the sheepskin and nodded at him.

The hotel owner then trembled to pick up the sheepskin roll, and slowly opened it. But he had just finished reading the first row, and almost threw it away.

"King ... Knights of the royal family ... Lord, are you a knight of the royal family?" The hotel owner looked pale and couldn't help but stuttered. He asked, rubbing a sweat.

Brando nodded-this thing is one of the roles that Princess Griffin appointed him. In fact, after the battle of Ampelsel, the power of the princess can almost be regarded as Egypt because of the support of the Temple of Fire. Luin's Orthodoxy. Except for the northern nobles, Anlek, who had colluded with all things in one place, had already been declared a wicked and wanted object by the temple.

So now it can be said that the identity difference between him and this duke is completely lost compared to when he "stolen" Grudin's title from Tonigel. He used to be a true thief, rebel, and bandit, but now Alek is a cultist who is clearly wanted in the Temple of Fire.

In this case, of course, he must take advantage of this apparent identity reversal. Brando shoved the parchment in front of the hotel owner and said solemnly, "So now do you understand who we are?"

"Master ... Master," the bald hotel owner replied sweatily.

"Rest assured, we didn't come to trouble you," Brando looked a little scared as the guy was so scared that he was really speechless. I have to say comfort: "But now I can tell you clearly that the guys who made you investigate before entering the forest are a group of very vicious cultists--"

"Master, do you mean those hunters are cultists?" I didn't know it was the courage that was born there. The hotel owner was surprised to interrupt Brando's words.

Brando was speechless for a moment, "No, I mean the guys who hired them in."

"Oops!" Upon hearing this, the hotel owner suddenly jumped up as if his feet were burned by the fire: "So, are n’t the hunters entering the mountain dangerous?"

Brando was relieved. He didn't expect that this greedy and cowardly guy would worry about others and couldn't help showing a slight appreciation. He nodded and said, "That's why, so hurry up and find the families of the hunters-their wives and daughters, parents, and those who know them well. They must know those hunters who are used to walking into the forest this season. the way."

He paused and continued: "We have to catch the cultists before them."

"you understood?"

The bald innkeeper froze a little, immediately nodded and patted his chest to assure Brando that he would immediately find those who were involved. Brando was too lazy to care about this guy, so he managed to send him away and turned back, but saw Freya worried, and asked, "Is there really any danger to those hunters, Brando?"

"The danger is definitely there, but it is not a big problem for the time being," Brando thought for a moment, and replied, "At least until leaving the Frosted Forest, Alek will definitely not tamper with them."

"Master, so did you say that in order to make him hurry up a little?" Laurenna asked a little puzzlingly: "But won't this worry the families of the hunters out of thin air?"

Brando shook his head: "The sooner you can catch up with Anlek, the better. I'm afraid that guy was too careful to waste unnecessary time. Besides, it's better to be worried than a real dead man."

"I see, you're right." The horsewoman nodded.

Brando turned to watch the hotel owner crawl out of the doorway, and the bald bald head was very conspicuous on the street. He took a soft breath and glanced down again at the map spread out on the table. His eyes moved subconsciously to Lantonylan, but suddenly, he saw a familiar place name:

Aruche.

Aruche, Mikaya ...

The moment in Brando's mind seemed to flash a bright electric light. He couldn't help screaming, "Oh, Aruche, Mikaya--"

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