Brando sat on the chair, facing Viscount Teste, hesitated, but there was a bright mirror in his heart. It seems that the unity of everything is suspecting his relationship with the group of "Red Bronze Dragon" Leto. Although I don't know how this guy recognizes himself, at least some news has reached these people's ears. .
And the time was much ahead of his expectations.
Brando knew that the main purpose of these wicked people was to subvert authority. The country, the royal family, or the government were their enemies. Their interest in Leto and his party must have come from the fact that everything came together and they were gathered together. Influence among refugees south of Braggs.
A smile flickered across his lips. In that case, he knew that he had won the room. The weight in the hands of this Viscount from Manoville region is his life, and the weight in his hands is the hearts of the people who gather in this area and want to manipulate them.
It's not easy to say which is more important. However, with Brando's experience in the "Amber Sword", naturally he would not show the price tag on his face like a reckless rookie. He knows that his advantage lies in mastering the opponent's hole cards.
Therefore, he would not easily give up this advantage.
Thinking of this, Brando smiled and took the initiative to lower his posture: "Well, you won—or your sword won. The Viscount Master from Manowell, Mr. Tester, but I have never played against you. Deal with it, since you believe that I am related to the "red bronze dragon" Reto, then we might as well make the point—you want me to join you, but your purpose should not stop there—"
As he spoke, he gave his summoned creature a gesture privately: let them be on guard. This is a small trick, Brando knows that his actions can't hide the other party's detection, but it doesn't matter-there is a spiritual connection between the travel mage and his summoned object-Brando originally wanted the other party to see it.
Gestures can convey correct information or incorrect prompts.
Under Brando's instructions, the two mercenaries standing behind the young nobleman gave the others a wink immediately. They took off their battle axes and approached the door silently, left and right. These warriors are summoned from cards, and represent a collection of the concept of'Mercenes of Lubbs'. They contain all the advantages of these legendary mercenaries-unity, bravery, loyalty and extremely high tactical qualities.
Tester put one hand on the rapier, his attention was mainly on Brando, but he didn't let the others go. When the mercenary moved in his heart, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows:
Sure enough, these mercenaries were as sharp and intrepid as the rumors, no wonder they could break a blood path from Madara's army.
Brando's misinformation took effect immediately, and Teste involuntarily fell into a trap of thinking. As a result, he was even more sure that the young man in front of him had something to do with the mercenaries—and it was most likely the rumored leader hidden behind the scenes.
His guess is not wrong.
But the problem happened to be that this was just a guess, when he continued to deepen his trust in the hypothesis he put forward—but in fact, Brando didn't say a single useful word.
The basis of the conversation is based on the assumption that Brando is the leader of Reto's group.
If Tester wakes up from this self-confidence, he will find that there is not a single word in Brando's words that can be used as an argument for this hypothesis. It's just that Brando took advantage of the confidence of the rumored Viscount Lord, and pulled back a round in the previous confrontation without a trace.
Brando looked at each other nervously, for fear that the other party would object to it—or simply stabbed him with a sword. But in the end he was greatly relieved: It seems that at least some of the rumors in the "Amber Sword" are credible.
The Viscount lord is indeed a shrewd and self-conscious person.
Teste does not have the ability to'manipulate people's hearts' as if Brando was opening a plug-in at this moment. Instead, he smiled, with a hint of approval in his glass-like purple eyes. The other party's willingness to recognize their identity, in his eyes, has become an expression of sincerity in negotiation, and the unity of everything will not mind the promise of generous terms-as long as they pay absolute loyalty.
"You are not wrong, so what do you think we should have?" The young nobleman put down his sword and asked in a leisurely manner.
Brando squeezed a sweat secretly, thinking that this guy is really difficult. He grabbed the armrest of the chair and replied calmly: "I think a normal person is in this position. He would want to hide this person behind his back. What he wants to do. Know that tens of thousands of refugees gather in the south of Braggs. The nobles are so slow to react. These people are like a gunpowder keg, ready to go."
"Well said," Tester praised, "What is your purpose?"
What purpose do I have, is it nothing more than to find a place to grow the land and upgrade the base, to be the leader of the farming party? Brando rolled his eyes in his heart, didn't think about how to answer this question for a while, and asked slyly: "What is your purpose?"
"I will do what I can do in one time." Viscount Tester smiled slightly and replied politely. Not many people know the ring snake ring and the real constitution of this organization, but there are not a few people who have heard the name of this organization.
In fact, as a notorious name, All Things Returned to One Association has been spread all over the coastal areas of Yuanhai. The tragedies they have caused in several places have changed the conversation every time. However, compared with the fact that this organization is only the incarnation of the devil in the eyes of the common people, in the eyes of the nobles, a member of the All-For-One Association is probably imagined as an evil spirit spitting out a poisonous snake and smelling of sulfur.
Because the behaviors of these members of the All Things One Association cannot be tolerated by any traditional authority organization, they almost represent the most primitive evil.
Brando certainly understands this. However, he pretended to be a lieutenant and said haha: "In this way, we are not all the same, but on this matter, we can reach an agreement."
He replied wrongly.
Test turned his head to look at the other mercenaries, these people looked indifferent. He believed that his eyes, even the slightest change in expression, could not escape his observation, which means that these young people's followers did not object to his words-this proved that Brando might not lie at least in some respects.
Of course, if Tester knew that these were just Brando's summons, he would definitely want to find a piece of tofu to kill him. The premise is that there is tofu in this world.
But he still thought about it, but he didn't understand Brando's meaning: "How to say?"
Brando has a precious motto from his head-"The best way to deceive others is to let them listen to what they want. 'This sentence is not necessarily so profound, but Brando thought that beautiful women would deceive people. The head of his senior sister is considered one of the best beauties in the "Amber Sword", isn't that insightful
While thinking about these irrelevant things, he also clarified his thoughts: "Simply put, you are fighting against this country, and so am I. But you are idealists, and I am a careerist, it's that simple." He Replied half-truths.
"Idealist—" This sentence made Tester a good impression: "It seems that we are indeed not the same, but I understand what you said. You don't want to join us, but you want to win us, but everything will come together for a while. No ally is needed." He rubbed the hilt with his thumb: "You say that, but you are not afraid that I will kill you?"
"You killed me, an old country, without one of its many potential snoopers. It is innocuous. But I am alive, and there is a potential interest connection between us. You may get assistance from me. , Of course, although it's not free—" Brando replied sitting in his chair.
"But you have to know that the work of the unity of all things is not to build a new kingdom on the ruins." Viscount Tester said with a smile.
"Please allow me to introduce myself. That's my job. When the old system collapses, the new system must make a living on its corrupt corpse. You know it is inevitable."
I have to say, open your eyes to talk nonsense can also not blush, Brando is also considered gifted.
"It's really bold," the young nobleman couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding: "Elu, because of the gathering of various forces, the local nobles are deliberately trying to seek more independence, but they must have never expected a small one at this moment. The little young man uttered wild words. I ask you, what are you going to use to replace the Corcovado family’s centuries-old rule of this land?"
Brando smiled confidently, but this smile couldn't hide his guilty conscience. It's just that Tester did not expect him to be a bluffer in front of him, and his preconceived mentality occupied his cognition.
"'Gamblers never have the confidence to win.' When the rewards are large enough, what remains is the problem of courage. You understand that the factor of risk has never been really tested in the hands of desperadoes." Without changing his face, Landuo replied with a proverb from a businessman.
If Roman was here, she would definitely agree with this sentence sincerely, but she had no systematic understanding of it, and was like a small animal driven by curiosity to discover danger by instinct.
"But then, aren't we doing useless work?" Tester hugged his arms and leaned back. The "we" in his mouth refers to the unity of all things. The main theme of the unity of all things is to return to chaos, but Brando clearly tells him that order is always being destroyed and self-improving.
"There is no good thing, do you think I will do it?" he asked.
"When a country falls into civil strife, civilization will decline. Isn't this your goal?" Brando used his unparalleled understanding of the unity of all things, and hit the other side directly.
Test's slightly changed face seemed to reflect his heartstrings: "It seems that you know us well."
"I know all my potential friends and enemies." Brando replied with a pun.
Khan was already on his forehead, and he knew that success or failure was at this point.
On the other hand, the Viscount from Manowell couldn't help but fall into thinking for the first time. His condescending posture at the beginning was gone. For the first time, he felt that this young man was probably more difficult than he thought.
He didn't believe Brando's words. But Brando's determination has attracted his attention. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and he knew in his heart that most cases in history proved the disaster of letting the tiger go back to the mountain.
But what can this young man threaten him.
"Actually, I have another question, are you going too Songbao?" Tester finally raised his head, and asked the question awkwardly.
Brando's complexion changed, and now he was most worried about the fact that the other party discovered that the senior member of the All Things One Society who died in Songbao was homicided. Although he has a natural advantage that he only has the strength of the middle and lower reaches of the Black Iron, it is generally difficult for others to doubt him.
But the world is not absolute. He didn't notice the ring at first when he murdered, so the people who had all the things together noticed his breath.
Before he could finish thinking about it, he saw a cold flash in Tester's hand, and the sword had already pierced him.
Did he find it? Brando felt a chill, he subconsciously activated the charge skills, but immediately suppressed the impulse to counterattack. Because he saw Tester’s sword immediately after a tenfold increase in speed—
It is difficult for ordinary people to be as familiar with the direction of the sword as Brando, but he recognizes that Tester is tentative only by looking at it.
Sure enough, the shimmering thin sword pierced into the back of the chair beside him with a snort.
Brando still couldn't help but sweat.
"The middle reaches of the black iron," Tester murmured in an almost inaudible voice, and he frowned: "It doesn't look like that trash opponent, but it's strange, it's such a coincidence in terms of time."
In this room, only Brando and Tester understood what he was talking about. Brando didn't say a word, but he was yelling at each other for pervertedness. At this time, he was still suspecting him of deceiving his strength.
Test retracted the sword and glanced at the young man deeply: "Just recently, how much trouble can you cause the nobles of Braggs?"
He asked.