The Amber Sword

Act 36: Preparation for Brando (Part 1)

As he passed the courtyard, Bresson saw the palm-sized leaves of Golan-Elson's Four Seasons Tree fall to the ground, and in each of the leaves of the Four Seasons Tree in Eruin's legend, the hero of the dead was attached Therefore, this kind of tree is often planted in military camps to symbolize the soul of the soldiers.

He looked at the leaves and couldn't help thinking of the faces of his companions who had died in the war. For a moment, even what his father, Sir Bragg City Councillor, Mr. Hapkey, heard in his ears, turned a deaf ear.

"Wait for the rewards this time, and I'll show you the activities and see if I can transfer you back to Prague. Would you like to go to the security cavalry? I can still speak at the town hall."

"If you want to stay in the police force, there is no way out. The patrol on Needle Avenue is not full. However, they belong to Anzek and may be a bit harder."

"Actually, my idea is to come to the Noble House to find a stable position after you have been formally knighted, Bryson?"

Bryson responded.

"Speaking of which, what do you think?" Sir Hapki looked at his young and vigorous son and couldn't help sighing. This son has almost the same character as his youth, confident, but too proud. Sometimes this is not a bad thing, but it may not be a good thing--

Among the proverbs passed by word of mouth from the nobles, being too proud can easily be frustrated.

Sir Hapki is sixty-two years old. He is considered to be a mature man in Warnde, but he is also slightly older. The silvery hair stretched out from the meticulous hairstyle, dyed white. When he was young, he was also known as the Golan-Elsen Southern radical, but he became more conservative and smoother as he got older.

Sir Hapki was wearing the blue coat of the kind that had been hanging down to the ground, with white button-down vest and black long breeches, holding a cane in one hand, and looking at his only son with a kind of kind look.

Bryson glanced at his father. A: "I think I might go to the Basta King Cavalry Academy."

"What?" Sir Hapki was taken aback.

"I got the news from Walter. There are four places in total. The guards may recommend me, and there are ideas on the side of the Whitebeards, but my father, don't go to the aristocracy to talk about this first." He replied that Walter was the deputy commander of the Silverwing Cavalry. He was only 23 years old this year. He was seated in this position by his father, Yin Ping, and had a close personal relationship with him.

"The news is so tightly closed, there is no such thing as the military aristocracy and the aristocratic house. But such a reward should not be intervened by the royal family, is there any change?" Sir Hapki frowned, Asked.

"It's hard to say, but I'm determined this time," Bresson replied.

"Okay, learn more. But you have to remember that the political opinions of our Wicofield family have always been biased towards the place. When you arrive at the King's College, don't conflict with the Wang Dang. Of course, you don't have to worry too much about them. The Jazz thought about it and temporarily changed his decision.

Breson looked at the courtyard and replied, "Who cares about a little fish?"

"I don't like to hear you. All of Wicofield's are heroes. Your grandfather was the speaker of the House of Nobles in Braggs. I was also known as the Golan-Elson South when I was young. You are my son. , Of course, not inferior to this. "Sir Habqi reprimanded.

There was no expression on Bryson's face. But the father and son suddenly stopped talking and saw a young man approaching him. The man was wearing a dark blue military uniform, wearing a cavalry sword with a thirty-two year standard, and a long silver hair straight down his shoulders. There is some feminine beauty in the lips.

"Sergeant Major Tester."

"Viscount Test," Sir Habki hurriedly greeted his son aside.

The man who was called Viscount Tist froze. He looked up and looked at the two young and old with eyes like amethyst, and nodded his head to pass. But his gaze fell on Bryson, and he suddenly stopped, smiled, and walked past them.

"Strange?" Sir Hapkey watched the young man go away, unable to help himself.

"What's the matter?" Bryson asked.

"Isn't this kid the illegitimate child of the Grand Duke, who has always been above the top, why does it seem to be abnormal today?" Sir Hapchi replied.

Bryson turned to look at the other person's back without answering, but looked back again with a thoughtful look.

When Tester pushed open the gate of the Silverwing Cavalry Regiment Commander, Viscount Magsk, head of the Silverwing Cavalry Regiment, was staring out of the three-story wide arch window in the office. , Looking back, only to relax when seeing Tester.

He took a pipe and pointed it aside, pointed out the seat for the other person, and said with a smile, "You're not coming fast, Master Sergeant."

"Because I'm going to dispel the wrongdoers." The silver-haired man smiled slightly and answered after sitting down.

Just like those outside rumors, Tester is the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Golan-Elson, but his mother is a Sioux, a legendary lost silver citizen, so he also thinks that he is flowing Blood veins of silver. However, unlike the young man's seemingly indifferent character, his eyes are higher than the top, this tester has a very savvy side, otherwise he will not become a backbone member of all things.

It's just this relationship, and it's not just the two talented people who know it.

"So you see those people?" Megsk asked.

Tester nodded.

The half of the young man leaned back slightly, and replied with a good attitude: "A young man and that red-bearded Bartom are small shrimps with the strength of the middle and lower reaches of the black iron. It is not worth noting, but the surprise is Among them is a Butch militia. Lord Chief, let me say, presumably you should have received the news earlier than me? "

Magsk put the pipe down: "That girl is Freya. Of the four places, one is assigned to her. What do you think?"

"Interesting." Tester smiled. "You wouldn't tell me she was the illegitimate daughter of an adult above?"

"Come on, what's that got to do with us?" Megsk replied: "It's just that the suspicion among these people will be ruled out. It was a person who killed Thor at first, so it should be at least black. Is it even silver power? "

"I don't know what about the Red Copper Dragon Reto." After the head of the Silverwing Cavalry Regiment sat down, he replied casually: "I heard that the" Silver Pigeons "were outraged for this and accused us of not assigning that fool. A silver or gold swordsman. "

The young man sneered: "It's just a stand-in, it won't be too late to really replace the famous" Wolf Sir ", and the organization does not need waste. In fact, I always suspected that Overwell might have noticed some clues that night. Now. "

Magsk nodded.

"In addition, my people got a message when investigating the refugees. There was a riot in Lidenburg that night, and the location should be in the area of ​​the Noble House and Yusongbao. But what happened that night, maybe only those nobles Only then will I know. "Tester shrugged." Unfortunately, those idiots lost their lives alone. "

Magsk asked: "What do you know, Luc Besson?"

"That tiger knows he won't speak, he and we are not the same." Taest said puns.

"Indeed, that guy is a stranger, no matter from the Whitebeard's Legion, or from our point of view," Megsk replied.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Isn't this keeping you accountable internally, and you asked me what to do instead? Master Sergeant, you're a little bit out of order?" The cavalry regiment suddenly laughed.

But Tester shook his head: "No, it's your responsibility now. I came here on the one hand to hand over the related matters, and on the other hand I asked you to take a leave-as the sergeant of the Whitemane Corps . "

"how?"

"Lionheart sword has fallen."

Megsk said for a moment: "So fast, how did they get the news?"

Tester smiled slightly, but didn't answer.

After leaving Freya's barracks in the Silverwing Cavalry Regiment, Brando saw the long-awaited Tama at the place outside the 'Lagunbourne' market in Prague.

The future master of alchemy is not expected to be the number one character in Madara to call the wind and rain in another history, but at this time he was standing outside the bazaar in a weird checkered robe. Under the sun, when he saw Brando, he still showed a respectful look.

"Master, what you want is ready." Tama, carrying a heavy backpack, pulling her son, respectfully stood by Brando's side.

His respect was not because Brando was a noble master, but because of his respect for the benefactor. But his son did not lack this restraint, but looked at Brando with admiration-not many children from the refugees did not worship the knight.

"Have you bought it?" Brando froze. He didn't expect that he could actually buy authentic alchemy utensils of elven crafts in the general market of Prague. He asked Tamar to take a look at it, but it was mentioned at times, anyway, the refined alchemy utensils produced by those merchants in Freeport Ampelsel could be used barely.

Tamar took a look at the young knight and replied, "I rented it from the local alchemy union, and they asked for 2,000 Tor."

The future alchemist answered like this, but his heart is inevitable. Generally, where does alchemy require such superior conditions? He used to use only a set of second-hand alchemy vessels in the noble house. The knight is good at everything, but it is too expensive.

As soon as Brando patted his brain, he forgot it, but it was even better to buy it. Anyway, after this period of time, he should not be too short of money.

But unlike Tamar's idea, he also had his own plans.

He wants to refine a set of 15 (oz) venom venom daggers and a set of 32 (oz) cursing crossbow. Although he already has some basic strengths, but there is no hidden killer, really. Not in line with his style.

The poisonous dagger can be sold to the nobles, the tree essence venom is colorless and invisible, and the poisoned and dead will be a sign of dying.

The cursing crossbow is known as a necessary magic weapon for low-level characters to kill and set fire, of course, it is Brando's preferred target for personal use. This crossbow has a certain chance to hit the enemy with the curses of fatigue, weakness, and deepening damage. Although it is easy to resist at high levels, it has a very obvious effect on enemies below the upper reaches of silver.

The only drawback of this thing is that the materials are too valuable, and the souls of corpse witches above the intermediate level are difficult to start below the forty level. Brando this time is also the blessing of those waste aristocrats in Rittenberg.

Of course, refining 35 (oz) equipment requires up to level 8 alchemy, which is a big trouble for Brando.

Fortunately, God bless, the Alchemy Vessel of the Elf Craft started with +1 level of alchemy level, if there is a professional alchemist to assist, it can be +1 level. Rent another enchanted alchemy workshop, which was just level 8 and basically enough.