Spring is coming to Amaris, but not in an atmosphere of joy and hope. Something is happening, and it has to be horrible, to deserve the fears of the great astrologers and prophets of Amaris. Whatever you say, that awful thing must stop. On the contrary, you should stop coming with the cold breeze and the sweet smell of spring flowers.
The story begins with a young man named Brawen Carey Chandra, or Brawen in other words. On the day he became a 20-year-old boy, no one could have predicted the disaster that befell Amaris, as well as the Chandra family. That disaster took away everything Brawen had and deserved.
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Brawen opened his eyes and immediately closed them as well. The terrifying rays of the sun dazzled his eyes. He tried to sit up, tried to signal the body clinging to the sleepy bed to get up to pull the curtains to ... sleep again. She moaned as she pulled the curtain “Wahhh!&rdq
Brawen had been dragged down for a long time, maybe about 4-5 days or so, he had fallen asleep a few times, and every time he had nightmares, now it was more intense. The corpse became more ferocious than he expected, its stitched eyes and mouth gradually opened and it spoke louder. "Brawen… you will be mine… na…!" "I feel… so happy…" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!" The Witches and Dark Wizards brought Brawen to their headquarters, the Jetta River. The first thing they did to him was break his knuckles. He was tortured by them, all sorts of Magic tried him, they broke him, both mentally and physically. Every day, night after night. The weaving shuttle is incomparable to the time Brawen has passed. Slow and painful at first, but when he got used to it, Brawen felt nothing. As a result, the Wizards' contact with him was reduced.
"Brawen."Vespera's mother calls Brawen inside after a hard day's work, the Black Bat mobile hangar stops in a tranquil forest. Brawen followed her into the study, where she displayed all kinds of experimental specimens, artifacts or antiquities. First, his foot tripped on the doorstep, painfully. The old woman no longer took him by the hand like a three-year-old child."Sit down." The old woman invited Brawen to sit, he sat down on the ground, heat radiated in front of him. He was probably sitting across from her potion stove."Brawen, it's time you learned how to protect yourself." The old woman spoke very slowly."What do you mean?" Brawen wondered.“If you just use your appearance to frighten the enemy or the enemy, it's useless. You will be like slime Mud, with no attack power, only mimicking your appearance to frighten your enemies.”"So what do you think?"“Make
"Grandma, we have a problem." After dinner, Brawen is not in the habit of talking about serious things, but he is forced to tell Ianira about the prince. Vespera's mother was making a potion when she heard Brawen speak behind her and asked: "Maybe not?" "I guess so. About 90%. Someone is targeting your 5 daughters! Prince Susan of the Megan Kingdom!" Brawen said as he entered the room, he sat on the mattress next to the potion. "Really?" The old woman was still calm. Brawen asked "Aren't you worried?" "Why should I worry?" "If he forced her to show herself, she was forced to use force, then ..." "He won't do that, if he does, he's dead, and I don't have to act, do you think my kids will let it go?" Brawen sighed. "I may be worried about white teeth, but when it comes to royal people, it's not easy, they're a bunch
He opened the curtains, half peeked into his face, and looked at what was blocking the carriage, and at last he was frightened to learn that the people blocking his path were a group of Violas, creatures streaked with black magic of heretics. . "Grahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!" Violas shouted, they saw the target. “Protect the princess !!!!” Clara, the bodyguard captain, commands her brother's bodyguards. Everyone stood up, surrounded by Princess Xiomara's carriage. In the distance, a Viola man bowed and shot the old carriage, the arrows hitting the horses' ears frightened them, they ran forward without reins. “The horses are panicking! The princess is still in the car. ” Clara suddenly gasped. He looked at the fast car and shouted. "Chasing the carriage, ignore these dirty people, we have to chase the princess." All the guards pushed the Viol
“Oh my, are you planning on getting angry at the fish? My sworn brother is the one who teases you, not me, if you have revenge, take revenge on him, don't take your revenge on me. By the way, if you want to repay that favor, then tonight…you let me ride!”Brawen has never played with a girl, he is not a virgin, but a dew girl he has never touched. The first girl he slept with was a certain noble lady of an eastern baron's family, he couldn't remember her name, only knew that it was to vent the fatigue that came from the nightmare. , and also because she was flirting with him, he dragged her into his room, where he stayed until noon the next day, leaving her unconscious from exhaustion.A memorable. But no, he didn't want to repeat it again, and didn't know if it was possible to recreate that heroism again with the girl who was dropping bait with him.“Sister Tatiana! You did it
“Has the lake been sealed off yet? Don't tell me not yet!" Brawen asked again just to be sure.“It was sealed off right after the men showed strange symptoms.”“Is there another source of water?”“Yes, stream of Adanhad! It's our main source of water in our daily life, if you ask if it's contaminated, it's completely clean."Brawen sighed, worried that her villagers would die of thirst if their only source of water was the poisoned lake.“So what are your plans in finding an antidote for your village?”“I want to find a man named Cressida, he is a witch, mentor of my village Shaman! The magician said that Cressida must have a way to save my village.”“What a coincidence! I also went looking for him.” 
The Levelless Zone is a special area for the criminal Matildas, who abandoned their homeland and their blacksmith nature to enter the human way of stealing and stealing. When Brawen entered the Levelless, the Matildas looked at him and Madeline with discrimination, they weren't used to when someone of different species entered their territory, even though they were from different guilds, always cursing and confronting each other but the strangeness. Racism is ingrained in the blood of other races.Madeline pressed against Brawen, her breasts sticking to his biceps as they shouldn't, she had to go ahead of him to lead the way, Brawen gulped, scratching her cheek. I don't know if it's because of him or because it's hot here, but it seems that he sweats more than usual.“Who are you? What are you doing here?" A Matilda girl blocked their way, asking in a nonchalant voice."I'm looking for a red-haired, bearded M
“Jane used to be a friend of my husband, my wife and I co-founded the Blue Jade, at first it was just a team of mercenaries, we worked together pretty well at first, then one day, she decided trying to recruit Matildas with criminal records kicked out of Underhill, home of the Matildas, said the labor was cheaper, and I said the criminals were nothing more than nothing. One fine day, he decided to poison my husband with a meal, I didn't drink but my husband threw 3 bottles in a row, the moment he fell, I knew my anxiety was over. reality, he took all the money of the association, killed all the people who didn't follow him, but I didn't kill him right away, told me to follow him, be his wife, I spit in his face, disgusting bastard, so it doesn't kill me. He let Blue Jade become a soulless corpse, using us as an example for those who dared to openly and openly want to overcome its Poison Knife gang. In addition, it also assigns people to prot