"riot?"
Bartom sits on a stout stump—it should be an elm or beech tree, which is not uncommon in the Golan-Elson area—he stepped on the knotted roots with his feet, I couldn't help but sneezed. The veteran mercenary rubbed his nose and raised his head in an incredible look.
Nearby is a derelict logging yard on the outskirts of Braggs. There are sparse tree stumps on the edge of the forest. In fact, more wood comes from the upper reaches of the Song River. People just stop the drifting here and then process the logs. A corner of the wood processing factory is hidden behind the pine forest not far away, and only a corner of the building can be seen in this direction.
Time is approaching the moment when the first moon rises, the menarche of magical power. A stage in a day that the Matatanias call the "sleep of all things"-at this stage, the Journeyman can only use five kinds of "blue", "black", "grey", "cyan" and "white" Cards, usually at this time they will deploy defenses and lay the groundwork for counterattack.
When the silver crescent moon appeared above the pine forest, Brando saw the last few birds flapping their wings through the shadowy forest, and then everything was silent, leaving only the occasional hum of the night owl in the distance.
The city of Braggs is far to the north, standing on the edge of the forest and looking north, along the gray hills of the north, a bright brilliance, as if the stars in the sky are falling on the dark earth, forming a large net of brilliant pearls— The lights are brilliant.
Brando is no stranger to this place. When he was young, he practiced swordsmanship with his grandfather every morning here. For another soul, this place will become the den of a local brotherhood of thieves in about seven years. Later, the regent princess suppressed unscrupulous merchants, and the underground auction market in the city once moved to this place.
But that happened many days later, so that there is a faded light yellow in the memory, like an old photo. What makes Brando a little dazed is that he can't tell if it is a memory before or after.
Antitina stood awkwardly in the night, wearing a beautiful moon-white dress. She had never been to the outskirts of Braggs at this late. Of course, when she was the daughter of the noble family, she did not often participate in outings of the daughters.
Antitina has always thought that her temperament is a little withdrawn, but she has always been proud to think that this is because she is more knowledgeable than the short-sighted ladies.
She stared at the silver moon on the pine forest. The dark forest made her nervous, but she was vaguely curious, just like the romantic feelings of an adventurer and the thorn in the pursuit of the unknown | Keep staying with these people.
This kind of life is both novel and full of unknowns for her.
But the lady still resisted to let go of her girly feelings, she took a breath and calmed down, and took Bartom's words and replied: "I think Tester is not to test us, I am afraid that everything will return for a while. What we are planning in the recent period requires us to attract the attention of the nobles. Of course, I think it is more likely to be both."
"That's right, Lord Lord, we'd better not have anything to do with the demons in human skin." Battom sat on the tree stump and said loudly, "Now that guy in noble skin is not here, he can't threaten. Any of us. Didn't the lord say to let Denell? Let's go there with the lord! Go far, see what he can do with us?"
Antitina listened to Bartom's words and took a look at Brando. She only learned today that Brando's true identity turned out to be not only a high-level member of the recently famous mercenary group, but also the head behind the scenes. , Which makes the young people in her eyes even more mysterious.
But what made her more determined was that the Viscount Tester, who had been searching for her secretly, was the one who turned everything into one. The Eruin, who was organized on the coast of the Deep Sea, was more than notorious. So that the girl's face turned pale when she heard the name.
Although Antitina didn't think Brando would lie to her, the young knight seemed unnecessary.
Antitina quickly saw Brando shook her head.
Brando retracted his gaze from his attributes. With the rich knowledge and experience in the game, he has already figured out the profession of the travel mage—or it should be said that the travel mage is not a profession.
He saw in his occupation list that he still had only a few identities and occupations of mercenary, militia, civilian, and scholar, which showed that the brigade mage itself was not counted in the occupation, and it was not even an identity or deputy.
Brando understood the meaning of this existence after thinking about it. The core of the Journeyman was the destiny card, which should be a huge and special item system. Players can simulate and realize the abilities of any profession through this system.
To put it bluntly, this thing in the game is a set of rules that deviate from the original rules. Although it looks very strong, if every player can master it, it is not a perverted and outrageous ability.
Of course, if there is only a genius, why would it not exist in the original game, but appear in this world.
However, what makes Brando feel a little strange is that obviously this item system is capable of growth, and this growth is not limited to relying on collecting more sets of cards to achieve, but the individual ability of the holder. Closely related. He found that when his fighter level was only tenth, he only had four cards in his hand. But when he was upgraded to level thirteen, the number of cards in his hand had risen to five, and the volume of the red, gold, and gray elements in the element pool that symbolized the knight deck had all increased by one.
But at this time he heard Bartom's words.
Bartom's words can be said to be his voice in some ways, but Brando knows that he can't think about it this way. He is no longer the original player.
He has realized that maybe it will be a decision that will benefit him. Of course, he didn't want to go with those guys who disregard human life. On the contrary, he wanted to play Infernal Affairs.
So he shook his head.
"What?" Bartom was taken aback for a moment and hesitated: "Lord Lord, you want to work with them? But those people are not kind, they have never had a good reputation."
Antitina originally wanted to say something, but now she said nothing. Brando’s decision made her breathe a sigh of relief. In fact, Brando thought so. She originally wanted to remind Brando—all things are in one force, and since Testor is assured of letting him leave, there must be a future. hand.
She didn't want the'Amber Sword' mercenary group to make a strong enemy before it got out of Golan-Elson. As Brando's staff, Antitina has subconsciously regarded this mercenary group as the private property of the young knight.
"Of course I know who they are, Bartom. But everything has to be considered for the consequences. Since I proposed to that guy this way, I won't tell a lie that will be revealed in a moment." Brando said to Bartom. .
"So, aren't we going to encourage those refugees to riot?" Bartom couldn't help scratching his head, somewhat reluctant.
"Of course not. Brando must have a way. That's it. We called him the Almighty Brando when we were in Buchi!" Little Roman stood by the river, bent over and picked up the stone. Floating there. When she heard Bartom's words, she couldn't help but turn her head and say.
When did you give me such a nickname when you were at Buche again? Brando glanced at the dead girl and couldn't help but think badly.
However, Romance’s current behavior does not match her current dress and temperament at all—
She and Antitina both changed their clothes, and the original set had been hung up during the riots in the auction house.
Romain didn’t bring any change of clothes. Brando bought some of them from a nearby merchant’s house during the trip. The merchant kept hiding as a treasure; but this time she was wearing it temporarily in Antitina’s house. A long dress of the dress—Little Roman wears that black gilt-rimmed dress that looks very well-matched. The thin and slender waist holds a large and gorgeous skirt, and only a circle of white lace-rim petticoats is exposed at the bottom. .
Originally, she walked with her own unique temperament—full of confidence, with her head upright—the well-developed breast line showed a beautiful curve under the outline of the tight-fitting tunic. Antitina felt jealous.
But Antitina deliberately coiled up her light brown hair and put on floral ornaments, so that when the little merchant fox walked out of the room, he triumphantly turned around Brando, and then it was sweet. He smiled sweetly and threw a small wink at him. Brando is still a little dazed when she sees her now.
But she looked like the businesswomen who spent a lot of money in Port Amperexel. It's just that no one with that identity would roll up his sleeves and expose his lotus root arms, bend down here and carefully pick the rocks on the river beach to see which one can fly farther on the water.
In fact, Brando didn't even understand why he went to the wild, and this guy had to wear this troublesome outfit.
Of course, the answer to this question will probably be: because I am a businessman. This kind of answer does not go through the brain.
Bartom listened to Roman's words and looked at Brando suspiciously.
Brando nodded: "Within half a month, these refugees gathered in the south of Braggs will have problems. The forthcoming celebration will reassure them for a while, but after all, they will treat the symptoms and not the root cause. Those nobles who live well are I won't understand."
"Really?" Antitina showed a curious look this time.
Brando nodded, the August riots were not a major event in history. But it was enough to hand in an answer sheet for Tester, and they didn't take any effort.
Brando didn't want to stop the riot, not to mention he didn't have the power. Refugees have room for survival, resettling them is a difficult task. The nobles are unwilling to take this burden, and no one can take it.
That's the mouth for tens of thousands of people to eat.
Bartom opened his mouth, but he didn't expect that the complicated problem he wanted to come was solved by Brando's understatement. He couldn't help but looked back at Antitina, who was vaguely worried-she was not like the big red beard mercenary, she could only accommodate the simplest lines of profit and avoid harm in her head-she always felt Brando seemed to know more than each of them.
Brando was refreshed when he saw the cripple lead a person out of the dark forest. He asked the cripple to investigate things in the city, and it seemed that there should be some eyebrows.
Sure enough, as soon as the cripple and the two short burglars got out of the bushes, they said to Brando: "I found it out, it turned out that it was the rubbish who had neglected their duties, and the undead came into the city disguised as merchants."
"Who?" Brando asked.
"A cavalry captain named Kalankado." The cripple replied, what else he wanted to say, only to see Brando shook his head. Brando happened to know this Kalankaduo, because this guy is the head of the Whitemane Legion's Silverwing Cavalry in the future—
"This guy is a royal party." Brando murmured to himself.
It turns out that negligence of duty is probably not that simple. He couldn't help thinking of the few fires at the auction. I'm afraid this matter has nothing to do with the royal family. Everything that happened in Braggs on this day in the "Amber Sword" was later covered up, otherwise Brando would not have been unaware of it.
This shows that there must be an unknown force behind it.
The royal family is playing with fire.
Brando thought about the cause and effect, and couldn't help but sweat in a cold sweat. It's really a shame that Obergus VII can figure it out, isn't this leading the wolf into the house? Fortunately, Instaron didn't care about Golan-Elsen, otherwise the situation in the south of Eruin would be ruined if he took advantage of the momentum.
Of course, he couldn't help thinking maliciously—maybe Obergus VII was man-made that the situation in the south had been eroded so badly that it could no longer be eroded.