"Hold on." Archbishop Wood's sudden appearance startled the elderly priest. He quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at him with some confusion. "Priest Zoya, I have something to say to this young man. Can you leave for a moment?" The current Archbishop of the Anderla Cathedral did not even look at Brendel. He looked at his colleague and asked.
The elderly priest was stunned, but then lowered his eyelids, put his hand in front of his chest, and bowed slightly. "Of course, as you wish, Archbishop." He glanced at Brando and then looked at Archbishop Wood's face. He could not figure out the relationship between them, but it was not something he could care about now. The elderly priest could only put away his curiosity and leave the room.
Only then did Wood turn his head and look back. He felt a slightly stern gaze on him. Brando knew that things were not going well. The Archbishop of Anderla Cathedral spoke so harshly that it did not seem like he was here to invite him for afternoon tea. Besides, it was neither noon nor afternoon.
"I heard that your name is Brando?" The Archbishop, who was second only to Erouine, spoke.
Brando felt his eyebrows twitch slightly as if he had been pricked by a needle. He looked up and pretended to be puzzled. "Hmm?"
"Well, your reaction is very alert and your expression is very realistic. But unfortunately, Tuman has already told me. Didn't he tell you about his relationship with me?" Wood's serious expression suddenly turned into a smile. He shook his head. The young man in front of him, whom his old friend had mentioned to him not long ago, was acting cautiously at the moment. But to him, who already knew the details of the other party, he could not help but feel a little awkward.
Wood's words made Brando freeze, and then he cursed in his heart. How could he forget the relationship between the powerful Archbishop of Ampere Seale and Tuman? In The Amber Sword, the two met in Cruz in the early years and were close friends. Later, even when Tuman lived in seclusion on the outskirts of Braggs, the two did not break off contact, because Tuman often sent letters to Ampere Seale.
But what surprised Brando was Tuman's attitude towards him. Although he had met the great scholar in Braggs before, the only friendship they had was the experience of fighting the waves together in the Loop of Trade Winds. Even though he could see that William and Tulman had a good impression of him, it was just a matter of getting along well with each other. He did not expect that William would go straight to his old friends in Ampere Seale after he asked for their help in writing a letter of introduction.
The former was just a matter of convenience, while the latter was intentional. There was a big difference between the two.
With Tuman's position in Erouine, it seemed that he would not have any intention of doing anything to a small force in Tónigel. Before Brando could figure out the relationship between the two parties, Wood had already seen through his doubts. The Archbishop stared at Brando as if he wanted to see through him. "You don't have to think too much. My old friend seems to admire you. Ever since he left the core of the kingdom's power, this is the first time I've seen him so enthusiastic."
"Do you know what he said to me?"
Of course, Brando did not know, but he was also very curious why the famous master of the Mithril Fortress would take the long way to become the leader of the tower. He simply looked at the Archbishop of the Anderla Cathedral calmly and shook his head. "I don't know, Archbishop." He said so, admitting his identity.
This time, it was Archbishop Wood's turn to be curious. "Young man, since I already know your identity, you should know that you are a rebel, and I represent the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Do you really think that I will let you go just because you are an old friend?" When the elderly Archbishop asked this, he subconsciously revealed the majesty of a high-ranking clergyman of the Holy Cathedral. If an ordinary person was faced with such an interrogation, they would have been trembling in fear. But Brando had a clear conscience and replied calmly, "I don't know, but I would rather believe that you have a reason for telling me so much here."
"My old friend thinks that you can help Erouine out of the quagmire." Archbishop Wood replied.
Brando's fingers twitched slightly.
This was an answer that he would never have dreamed of.
He took a deep breath and did not know how to answer for a moment. If he answered accordingly, it would seem a little too arrogant, because even he could not see the path of history clearly. He never thought that what he was doing now was so great, because rather than saving, it was more like making up for the regrets of the past. Brando even felt that his starting point was a little selfish. He hoped that the good things that had been lost in the past could be preserved, like a child who had done something wrong looking back to make up for his mistakes. Although it was not his fault, Brando always felt a sense of guilt.
He knew too much, but could do too little. The only answer he could give himself was to do his best.
Even for this trip to Ampere Seale, Her Royal Highness, who had worked so hard for Erouine in another period of history, was on the other side of the fog, but whether he could pass through it was still unknown. Brando took every step carefully, and only he knew how careful he was. But until today, someone had said to him with certainty.
"I think you can help Erouine out of the quagmire."
And this person was not an ordinary person who spoke without thinking, but a wise old man. He was the master of the Mithril Fortress, Erouine's great scholar, the Silver Folk, and one of the many craftsmen wizards who stood at the top of the clouds. Brando felt that the old man was not so bored as to joke with him, and the joke was so coincidental.
Brando suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth, but after all, Tuman was not a prophet. This old man might have seen some signs with his wise eyes, but Brando felt that it was better to be humble. But if he blindly denied it, it would seem that he did not have enough confidence. He looked at the Archbishop of Anderla and finally nodded.
"I believe that any ambitious young man would have such thoughts about this decaying kingdom. Not only me, there are many people who are fighting for this goal. So am I. It's just that I try my best to do what I think is right, that's all. "
"So what you did in Tónigel is also part of the answer?"
Brando nodded.
Wood lowered his eyelids, walked to Brando, and motioned him to kneel down. "Do you know that the Lion Beastmen in the north are ready to make a move?"
Brando looked at the Archbishop's action. He was going to perform the Knight of the Templar's profession transfer ceremony for him. For a moment, he could not figure out what the Archbishop was thinking. In the history of The Amber Sword, Wood was known for his impartiality. He was known as the "Priest of Iron and Majesty." However, his reputation was mostly positive. He acted according to the virtues of the Holy Temple and was a truly admirable clergyman. Brando reacted after a slight pause. He hurriedly knelt on one knee, like a Knight receiving a title.
Although he didn't have a good impression of this kind of ceremony, he understood that this was a rare opportunity.
At the same time, he nodded and replied in a low voice, "I know a little."
"The Sanctum will not allow Erouine to make a move for too long." Wood put his hand on Brando's shoulder and recited, "In the name of Gretel, the Flame King, his descendants will always be proud of this name, not because of the achievements of the ancestors, but because of the character and virtue that they have inherited. Therefore, we swear that no matter what happens, his descendants will always hold on to this belief in their hearts."
"I swear —" Brendel replied according to the rules. On one hand, he was not worried about the Lion Beastmen's restlessness. It was something that happened in history, and it was like a nail that was nailed into a board. In comparison, the voice of the Iron Face Officiant reciting the ancient oath sounded even more sacred. Even Brando felt some resonance in his heart. Yes, these values were so precious in the dark ages, but now Wohnde has abandoned them, and only a few people still hold on to them.
"Then, we ask that this young Knight will not change his oath because of any changes in the environment. No matter what the situation is, he should understand that there are some things in this world that are always right, and should not be abandoned or forgotten."
"I promise."
Just as the two of them were answering each other, the space in the quiet room seemed to be turbulent. Brando felt as if some kind of connection had been established, like a bridge that descended from the sky at the moment he made the oath, connecting one end of the world to the other end of the unknown. The laws that maintained the foundation of the world of The Amber Sword resonated, and a majestic power descended from the sky and merged into his body. As if he had received some kind of recognition, he instantly gained the ability of a Templar Knight.
'System Notification: Player has received a new profession, Templar Knight.'
'System Notification: Player has received a new profession skill, Conflict Aura.'
'System Notification: Player has received a new profession skill, Blood of the Sun.'
'System Notification: Player has received a new profession skill, Crown of Thorns.'
The blessing of an Officiant was indeed extraordinary. Brando instantly gained 15 levels of Templar Knight for free, and at the same time, he also gained a new profession skill when he reached level 5 and 15. There was no need to introduce Conflict Aura, and Blood of the Sun and Crown of Thorns were also one of the core skills of a Templar Knight.
(PS: You bad people are secretly saying bad things about me in the group again. Don't think that I didn't see it. I just had something to do during the day, and I'm not going to update anymore. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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