The Amber Sword

The corridor was as dilapidated, narrow and dim as the memory, and between the dusty wooden boards and the wooden boards were filled with the holes left by years of disrepair, Brando came to a door with an impression and stopped to ask: "Is this one?"

"Um." A voice behind him replied softly, the voice of the lady aide.

Freya followed behind the two, frowning at the place. They stood on the aisle, and the board made a crunching sound, and the air was filled with a scent of dust, and she wanted to come, even if it was The stables in Butch's countryside are also slightly cleaner than here, and she can hardly imagine that someone would live in such a place.

"It seems like it's locked," Brando said, fiddled with the doorknob.

"I locked it before leaving," Antitina replied softly.

"Is there a key?"

"Well, I keep it with me." Antitina fumbled, took out a copper key, Brando had a good memory, and at a glance, recognized that the key-hanging chain was her original one. Necklace. He remembered seeing this necklace once or twice. There should be a beautiful crystal pendant on the necklace, but the pendant is now missing. He took the key, weighed it in his hands, and was a little surprised: "Why did you take this?"

"I want to know when it's going to be used." Miss Staff replied carefully and consistently.

"It does seem to come in handy." Brando smiled, glanced at her, and the clerk smiled slightly.

He turned the key to open the door. Behind the wooden door was a huge hole in a black hole opened by a monster, waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net. The three stood at the door for a while before adapting to the sudden dimming light. This room was as small and dusty as the impression. But it took care of it cleanly, apparently its owner carefully arranged before leaving. "Antinina, you lived here before?" Freya looked at the room in surprise, and at Butch, even the militia's old warehouse was much more spacious and bright, she always thought Miss Staff was of noble origin, but did not expect that she would live in such a place before following Brando.

"Ok."

"But I heard Brando say you're a nobleman ..."

"Master Lord is not wrong. It used to be." Antitina replied, "But after the disappearance of his father, the creditors came to the door. In order to pay off the foreign debt, I had to change the seller's property. I remember shortly after that, Mothers are also depressed, and life becomes tight. This is a last resort in order to reduce expenses. "

"Sorry, Antitina, I didn't expect you to have such a past. I shouldn't mention it." Freya answered awkwardly.

Antitina smiled and didn't care.

Brando came to the desk and lit the remnant candle, candle-like, barely reflecting the room. The room was full of dust, but Antitina went to the bed and lifted a layer of curtains from the bed, revealing a clean wooden bed, only slightly mildewy. Brando gave her a surprised look. His eyes were full of praise. Freya also had a low background and didn't feel uncomfortable in this small and rundown room. She saw the actions of the two and silently joined to clean up the room. None of the three had spoken. Since leaving the Braggs last time, it seems that there has been very little such time. The room seemed a little quiet for a while, only some Subtle noise. It didn't take long for them to clean the house.

Antinina opened the window to the desk. She glanced at the window lattice, frowned, and closed it gently again, and she opened the drawer again. Suddenly, "Someone entered the house."

Brando froze slightly. "What's wrong?"

"After I left, someone entered this room."

Brando frowned. "What's the matter?"

"There should be more than one person. They came in through the window. After entering, they checked the drawer first," she stepped aside, and opened the cabinet. "I should have also checked my cabinet. The books in it were turned over. They seemed to be looking for it. what."

"Are you sure, Antitina?" Brando asked a little alertly.

"Well, I don't remember anything wrong, I must have moved it."

"Would you like to ask the people around you?" Freya whispered.

"No need, they certainly won't know anything," said the aides and shook her head. "Whether it's a thief or another uninvited guest, they will definitely not intentionally make people discover."

"Any clue?"

"It's weird. It seems that these people came earlier. When we cleaned the house earlier, we didn't pay attention to the footprints or something else. The dust in the house is very natural, which means that these people are not at least in these months. Patronize. "

"A year ago?" Brando thought for a while, as if they had just left Braggs for a short time, their reputation was not obvious, and it seemed unlikely that anyone would notice them at that time. After thinking about it for a year, he replied, "If it was that time, it would only be a thief."

Antitina smiled slightly: "The thieves and gentlemen are afraid to leave empty-handed with regret."

This sentence made Brando feel puzzled. Most of the people living on Grave Street are the poorest and most underprivileged people in the city. It is unlikely that the people who live in the gray area of ​​the city know this. One thing, in fact, thieves rarely visit such places, because most of them know that these places are not profitable. He hesitated, and suddenly heard Freya saying, "There is only one bed here, Brando."

Brando hesitated, and then realized the embarrassing thing, he almost forgot that the room was previously owned by Antitina, and there was only one bed in the room.

Antitina stunned, apparently aware of it, after all, all the furniture in this room is a desk, a small cabinet, two chairs and a bed, it is hard to think of In such a humble environment, how to rest at night. "You two sleep well together, anyway, with my current strength, it doesn't matter if you don't sleep one night." Brando thought for a moment, so arranged.

"That wouldn't work," Antitina shook her head. "You are Lord Lord. How can your family member allow the Lord to suffer for him. Besides, this is also because of my inadequate consideration."

Antitina disagrees, Freya naturally will not agree, she is not thick enough to enjoy it alone.

Brando seemed to have expected this. He looked at the two of them and sighed: "Let's talk later, I'll get you some food first."

Antitina nodded slightly.

In the game, there are many places to sell food in big cities like Braggs. As long as you can afford the money, you can even buy food from the workshops on the street, but here, if you want to eat, you have to go to a hotel or tavern, or a bread workshop in the city, and further away, There is only the Mill Manor outside the city. The hotel and tavern are full of eyes, and no one knows whether eyeliner has been inserted. Naturally, Brando is unwilling to get involved easily. There is no bread workshop on the avenue near Gravedigger Street. However, it is not difficult for him to be in trouble. The most important thing in this kind of slum is the idle man. He spent a few tolls to find a teenager who was willing to help him run a leg, and he showed another hand in front of the other. A nightingale mark was engraved on the wall with a sword so that the guy would not dare to ignore money and do nothing.

Of course, in terms of his current status, it is not short of these money, but he can not be called hungry lady and Eruin's future Valkyrie, he is also a noble of the kingdom. How could he be so incompetent in front of the lady beside him.

The young man saw the deep mark he carved on the stone wall, and he looked suspiciously. Brando knew that it wasn't his sword that he was afraid of, but the symbol he carved. Most people who grow in places like this have dealt with the Brotherhood of Thieves walking in the gray area, and even have their eyeliners, so the teenager must recognize that the mark he left is the Golan-Elson Brotherhood of Thieves The more advanced method of communication between them, he once learned the knowledge of overnight warbler in the game, although it was only a taste. But it was enough to scare this little-seen boy.

The young man was frightened by him. After taking his money, he stood there with a little shudder, watching him carefully and asking, "Master, are there any other instructions?"

"You live near here?" Brando asked.

The boy nodded.

"Do you know the tenant of that room?" Brando asked, pointing to the window of the second room next to Antitina.

"I know. There is a dead old man there. Other people call him Ye Ye. He used to be a loan shark. Later, he didn't know who offended him, so he hid here." The boy answered simply.

Brando raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect that he just grabbed a person to be a well-informed guy. However, he was relieved immediately. These young people from low-level society did nothing to hang out on the street all day long. Except for a few hard-working people, most of them were unwilling to be apprentices and be controlled. These times Information is blocked, and it is normal for these people to be well informed. It's just that in the rumors they knew, nine out of ten were rumors, but some local customs and local customs would ask them to find out.

"What about this one?" He pointed to the one next to Antitina.

"It's been a long time, sir."

"What's next?" Brando's heart moved, pointing to Antitina. The boy hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about it for a moment, then replied: "The owner of this room seems to be a dismal aristocratic lady, but I haven't seen her for a long time. I heard that she is not well, maybe she died of illness."

You are sick. Brando thought badly, but when he saw the teenager talking about it as if he was talking about eating and drinking, he knew that life and death were commonplace in such places. In the slums like the Tomb-digger's Street, many people freeze and starve to death every year. All of these people understand that the nobles also opened their eyes and closed their eyes without caring, as it should be. Brando sighed, thinking that at least the guy didn't lie, he really knew the place well.

He asked some more indifference questions, and then suddenly asked, "Are people often 'patronizing' here?"

The patronage in his mouth, naturally, would not be a visit to Zhengda brightly, but the thieves and teenagers naturally understood, he could not help but look at this very gentleman with awe, I made up my mind and determined that this was a legendary nightingale. Otherwise, how could I draw a symbol that he didn't even know--the symbol must be the kind between the thieves, but it was more complicated than he knew. many. Now he is talking more about those black words between the brotherhoods, which makes him even more sure of this.

"Certainly not, sir," the young man hurriedly replied, "there is no oil or water here, and they are unlikely to see such a place, except for those poor mercenaries and old prostitutes, who would be happy to live In such a place? "

"Sometimes there are guys who don't open their eyes."

The boy thought for a while, probably understood what Brando meant. After thinking hard for a while, he remembered one thing: "My lord, one year ago, some of the patrol cavalrymen came here. By the way, they seem to be looking for the lady of the nobility."

Brando remembered that they had dealt with the guys here, was it for this matter? He frowned, and asked some related questions, but the teenager couldn't say anything else. As Antitina said, it is unlikely that a thief or an uninvited guest would be happy to notice their whereabouts. At last he shook his head and lost another silver coin to the boy: "Well, go quickly, go early and return early, I'm still hungry."

"My lord, don't worry, I promise I won't spend any money by myself," the teenager replied in a hurry.

"That's not necessary. You buy food for three, most of it is yours. I'm not short of money, but you'd better not bother me." Brando answered deliberately.

He asked the boy's name again. After the other party answered, he hurried away and seemed to be afraid that he would stay with him for a while. Brando couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, some old tricks in the game were not complete. Forget the light. In this world for a year, being a noble master has become too cozy. Except for the sword art of standing, other crafts are almost rusty. In the past, all these things were handled by Antitina, Fro, or Caglis. Today I rarely shot it myself, but I found a little bit of the past.

He stopped and looked at the scenery before the evening of Pragues. The western sky seemed red, and the clouds were full of golden colors. This scene was not much different from a year ago. But it was at this time that he heard a sneer: "It seems that the Earl is really well-known and familiar with these underlying things."

Brando looked up suddenly. The house where Antitina lived was located near the Butch River, which crossed the Braggs. There was a small yard behind the house. The Butch River was next to the yard. A downward step leads to the river, which is equivalent to a small dock. People with small assets will tie a small boat to a post on the side of the ladder, which is another way to travel. However, the tenants here are naturally not that luxurious. The stairs outside the courtyard have been deserted for many years. The gap between the stone steps is full of almost one person tall weeds, and there is a figure in the grass at that moment.

He narrowed his eyes and immediately recognized the other party: "Test?" That man was Viscount Test. He had met one at the auction in Braggs, although his appearance was already very large. Changed, a blond hair did not know how to become gray hair, wrinkles on his face seem to be a few decades old, but he recognized the contour of the face and that unique look, and called each other's name .

"I didn't expect that the Count could still recognize me." Tester stood on the stone steps, with some emotion. At the beginning, he fought against the other in the city's underground auction house, and almost killed the person. Every year, the strength of the other party has reached this point. He used to think he was a genius, but now he understands what a true genius looks like, but these have no meaning to him anymore. He came here just to seek relief.

Brando heard the husky voice of the other person and asked with a doubt: "How did you become like this?"

"It's a long story, that experience was a nightmare for me," Test replied, "but you have something to do with Lord Earl."

"What's that got to do with me?" Brando frowned. He remembered that the only time he had dealt with this guy was in the underground auction house. After that, there was no intersection. He saw the other party before and thought It was to come to him for revenge.

"If the Earl has time to listen to these nonsense, I can just tell you this story slowly. In return, I will tell the Earl some secrets about the year." Tester replied in a husky voice.

Brando was extremely puzzled, thinking that this guy came to himself just to tell a story, wouldn't this guy be crazy? But looking at him like this, eight points may be crazy, but he is quite interested in the secrets in the other person's mouth. He faintly thinks that it may be related to the return of all things. Now the biggest threat to him is not. Too **** organization. He nodded and asked, "Here?"

"It's right here, no one is left or right, it's a torment for me without a moment of delay, I really don't have the time to find another place." Tester replied.

Brando looked at the guy, wondering exactly what his experience had changed him to, and Tester was silent for a moment, and said suddenly, "Because of Lionheart Sword."

"Lionheart sword?"

Tester nodded, and then began to find the Lionheart Sword for all things together, and slowly told the story again.

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