MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 539 Cut the end of the story

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A bunch of skyguns pierced straight into Cyril's chest.

Breathing heavily, Qian held her spear tightly and watched the mourning king mourn, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in this world. She turned her head, and on the vast extreme plain, there was only a void, and in the distant and deep darkness, a azure back was moving away from her.

"Miss Ovina!"

"Master Lord!"

In the darkness, the mountain girl suddenly woke up. The soft sunlight is flowing gently into the room from the window. The thin curtains can't cover the summer sunshine, and on the desk, there is a warm lily.

Suddenly she realized that she was having a nightmare. She sat on the bed and gently put her hand on her chest. Everything in the past flowed gently in her heart. She looked up and looked at the azure lance placed on the side of the room with some peace.

The sound of Hipmela's quarreling with Starr came from the outer courtyard, seeing or whispering by Nimesis.

Outside the window, the sky was blue, like a wash.

The carriage slowly drove into the forest branch, and Dilferi held the stationery in his hand and stared silently in that direction until the shadow of the mail van finally disappeared.

She lowered her head and looked at the stationery in her hand—a bright look in her bright eyes, and then turned around briskly. Inside Yanbao's manor, the servants were whispering about the kingdom's annual grand wedding.

"After that?"

"After that, everything is of course great. The King of Flames took down his sword and cut off the head of the Twilight Dragon. The war in our time is all over."

"What does this have to do with the wedding in the Princess's Palace?"

"Of course it matters. Princess Fusha also participated in that war—"

"But the story I've heard is different from yours. Didn't Your Majesty the Lord Yan leave our world?"

"Your one is a rural rumor."

Dilferi smiled slightly. She looked up and stared at the clouds above the sky, the sea breeze slowly, and the stationery in her hand seemed to fly up.

Above the envelope, a black pine seal was stamped.

...

A young man walked on the boulevard of the fir collar, his beard and a worn straw hat, covered with blades of grass, looking around curiously. On the broad streets on both sides of Firthaw Fort, the appearance has changed greatly. The roads are flanked by emerging buildings-all kinds of magic workshops, steam roars, and iron castings are erected on the green belt. The lamppost of the palace is also hung with the royal lily emblem.

Pedestrians on the road have not seen such a shabby guy since the age of silver in the First Age. They have set their sights on this young man. The young man, without realizing it, stopped to stop and asked:

"Brother, what year is this?"

"which year?"

"I mean, how long has it been since the year of the sword?"

The man looked at the young man as if looking at a neurosis: "This is the second era of Natsuno, this year is twelve years away from the year of the sword," and then he patted the young man's shoulder: "Young man, Drinking less alcohol is not good for your body— "

Carglis couldn't laugh or cry.

He did not expect that after returning to everything for a while and exile a space, it took him 12 years to return to this world. And the most important thing is that everything here has changed with the Eruin he knows—the lords are gone, the kingdom has three more provinces in the Black Forest, and the Wang Dang is in ten years. The dissolution was announced before, and the war was over, so that the locals of Tonigel turned out to be a rotten drunkard.

He sighed slightly, but there was something in his heart.

Eruin still exists, Lord Lord, where are you?

He grabbed the man's arm, took out a silver coin from his pocket, put it in the other's hand, and asked, "Which is today and what celebration is this?"

Cargalis pointed at the lights on both sides of the street full of lily-veiled curtains, and on the square in the distance there were tables for beer kegs and food. The entire fir collar is now filled with a festive atmosphere.

"Don't you know, man, this is Her Royal Highness's wedding--"

"Her Royal Highness's wedding?" Cargalis was taken aback. "Griffin was married, but to whom?"

"What princess Griffin," said the man indignantly, "His Highness Princess passed away a few years ago. Take care of your mouth, young man, who is married to Princess Fossa."

"The princess is ill? Married to Princess Fossa?"

Caglilis watched the man go a little dumbfounded, and his brain didn't respond for a long time—who was Princess Fossa?

He walked into the central square of Firburg Castle with some dismay, and under the bright sunlight, the towering statue finally caught his eyes.

Cargalis stood still.

Tears burst out of his eyes instantly.

Because he finally recognized it, the most striking statue of a knight above the square was the man he admired.

His Lord Lord.

He stood so timidly under the statue until someone came to him, stood side by side with him, and looked up at the statue. After a while, the talent said:

"For many years, fewer people will stop under this statue."

Caglis suddenly turned back when he heard the familiar voice.

"Mr. Reto?"

"Caglis !?"

...

High arch windows, bright colors, the courtyard outside the window, as always, the scenery. As if in this decade, this somewhat quiet study had not changed much since the year her father died.

Griffin quietly looked at the bench under the curtain, the red velvet cushion on the chair, and the golden sunlight of the afternoon was reflected. The dust was flying up and down in the bundle of sunlight, and she still remembers a young girl sitting on this chair and listening to the story told by Overwell on that equally quiet afternoon.

Her Royal Highness blinked slowly, and she closed her mind and closed the door gently, before turning and walking outward.

But a voice stopped her behind her.

"sister."

Haruzer wears a crown on her head, and looks at her sister's somewhat slender and high back. In the past ten years, he has grown up and has the responsibility and responsibility as a king. But there was something that he couldn't let go in his heart.

"Call me the princess."

"Sister," Haruzer couldn't help but said softly, "take me to say hello to the teacher."

Griffin turned his head and looked at his brother.

Her Royal Highness smiled lightly on her face: "Why not go alone?"

"Teacher he doesn't want to see me--"

"Really?" Griffin flashed a narrow light in his eyes. "Speaking of it, I'll marry him instead of you."

"sister--"

Haruzer suddenly couldn't bear it: "Can you stop talking about Princess Fusha, I didn't mean it on purpose."

"It doesn't matter," Princess Griffin smiled happily. "She'll be me in the future, naturally it has nothing to do with you."

Haruzer looked at her sister criedly.

...

From time to time, laughter and laughter came from the lobby of Fort fir firt, and everyone was preparing for the next wedding-the wedding of Viscount Canoran and Princess Fusha, although perhaps six months ago, Eruin also returned No one has ever known exactly where this Kanolan is in this kingdom. Perhaps a newly reclaimed land in the Black Forest, a brave knight won the heart of the princess.

Everything, like the legend ten years ago.

But in harmony, there will always be some discordant notes. For example, here is a voice that sounds like some eyebrows and eyebrows, angrily said: "This account is wrong again, Antitina! Where's Flo, call Furo!"

The awkward lady smiled wryly as she looked at the merchant with her little eyebrows raised in front of herself, and replied, "Fro has already traveled with Mr. Shir on the Great Plains, and they are bringing Tia together."

"Oh," the angry merchant lady knocked on her head. "I remember, this account is in charge of that guy--"

She looked up and saw a sneaky figure going upstairs, and immediately yelled, "Brando, stop me!"

But how could Brando stand still and ran away immediately.

So almost all the castle could hear the angry voice of Miss Merchant: "Brando, you're dead, did you climb on the little dragon's bed again yesterday?"

"Still Akane? Or the two little she-wolves!"

The mountain girl was preparing to go out, but upon hearing this sentence, a red cloud flew up on her face. She just opened the door, and saw a lord master winking at her outside.

Sally froze, and closed the door silently again.

"In short," Miss Merchant's voice came in from the outside: "I tell you, Brando, the bed can be messed up, but the account cannot be messed up. If you make such a low-level mistake again, I will kick you out of me Chamber of Commerce! "

In the garden, Morpheus was overjoyed as the chicken flying in the castle jumped, and he looked at his sister. Anderiege took a look at that direction, and replied, "A couple of men and women."

The little silver elf princess sitting aside, listening to Andrigh's complaining, couldn't help but smile, she looked up and stared at the sun-dappled trees.

Suddenly I felt an unprecedented peace in my heart.

...

Within the cemetery.

Edessa quietly stared at the quiet but lonely tombstone in the rose bushes, her eyes soft, as if recalling everything that was many years ago. In an era when people today call it chaos, her heart can find support, but in this era, she can only feel alone.

She stayed in front of the tomb for a while, just like this afternoon every week, she would stop here. For her, in this lonely graveyard was buried a king in her mind.

She silently held the necklace in her hand, and there was only one crystal pendant above the necklace.

That's all she wants.

Edsha slowly turned around and walked out of the cemetery. At this time, she heard a scream of surprise coming from behind her:

"Meria!"

Edessa turned her head and saw exactly one corner of the cemetery. A girl she had seen several times was staring at the young man standing in front of her. On the other side's good-looking face, it was already tears.

"Caglis ... are you still alive ?!"

The two hugged each other heavily.

Seeing here, Edessa suddenly understood what was happening. She gently pressed her chest with her hands, and there was a little warmth in her heart. She looked at the glittering forest in the distance, and seemed to have made a decision in her heart.

She looked up and strode out of the cemetery.

Since then, people have never seen this lady in Fir collars. It was not until many years later that there was a beautiful legend circulating in the southern border of Eruin. In that legend, a nun of the Havel Silver Lily Society dedicated her life to those who were blind.

...

In the quiet woods in the afternoon, Brando managed to escape from the fir tree castle. Holding the stationery in his hand, he walked alone in the sunny woodland. This woodland once carried many of his wonderful memories, and those memories, with the accumulation of years, have become more mellow and unique.

He held up the letter in his hand, the letter was a congratulatory letter from Faina, complaining about why he hadn't seen her for so long. But more, this mature lady depicts everything about the new Cruz. After the succession of Prince Rainerette, the empire has been quietly reborn, and everything is gradually on the right track. People gradually forget The pain of the past began to rebuild their homes on the ruins after the battlefield.

At the end of the letter, Faina once again urged him to rush to the Empire to meet her.

Brando couldn't help but smile at the thought of His Royal Highness Princess Mehotophen, and he took the letter into his arms and exhaled.

After the war in the evening, everything returned to its original state. Huanghuo was in Jiufeng. The school sister also traveled around the world, occasionally sending him some local specialties. And the world seems to have changed. Although there are still some monsters and the remnants of the twilight at the border of civilization, after the death of the twilight dragon, everything is moving in the best direction.

In the hearts of the world, the King of Flames died.

As a mortal, he survived.

After losing all power, there seemed to be no discomfort, but Brando had always had a vague regret in his heart. He took out the creased card from his arms silently, and on that card was painted the lady in a long black dress with a mask.

That card was so old that it had lost all its magic, but he looked at the piece of paper stupidly and said softly, "The king hasn't died, but you went away alone--"

The rustling in the woods seemed to echo his voice.

But all of a sudden, like a hallucination, a grinning voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Speaking bad things behind others, this is not what a king should do."

Brando's hand shook slightly, and the piece of paper fell behind.

He glanced back.

Under the pale yellow and mottled sunlight, between the light and shadow, it is the sane, but proud girl, the prime minister, as if still wearing the long dress when he left that day, watching him calmly, The purple eyes, as always, flashed the long-lost light.

But I do not know when, tears were already in those eyes.

Suddenly, a figure had fallen heavily into his arms.

"I'm back, Brando."

Brando had already stood on the spot.

He looked up, with the most grateful light flashing in his eyes:

"Thank you, Tiamas--"

"Being able to meet each other is exactly what people hope for."

...

(End of book)

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