"If you ask, these adventurers have been here a week ago. No, they should be mercenaries to be exact." Antitina replied unhurriedly.
Brando looked at her in surprise.
The girl found a trace of satisfaction from this astonishment, "Master Knight, are you surprised that a noble daughter who is not behind closed doors can also handle these things?" She turned back and asked.
"Just curious about where you learned your negotiation skills, you know this is the reason for the highland knights' experience. Indeed, the lady who stays at home and talks in front of others is enough to be impressive." Brando Pat the shoulder of little Roman on one side, in case the business lady looks at the humanistic landscape too far away.
Unexpectedly, Roman came upside down to comfort him. She said: "Brando, don't worry, I won't get lost." Brando had nothing to say for a while.
He had to stare at Roman with a look of embarrassment, wondering what kind of structure in this little brain could make her thinking so different from ordinary people.
Fortunately, Antitina relieved him in time. "Communicative ability is originally the instinct of our daughter-in-law, Lord Knight." She was modest, but there was something in her words, it was not difficult to hear the meaning of secretly happy.
Brando was taken aback and laughed blankly: "Not every daughter can put down her body and deal with the country folks." He was right. In Eruin, the mountain people are in the eyes of some people who pretend to be noble. It was indeed a vulgar country boy—even the lords who came from the mountain people, and the great lords of the northern part of the empire did not necessarily go together.
For example, in history, the two important ministers, the Grand Duke Hernans and the Duke of Longblade, ridiculed each other in the court all year round, and even caused great headaches for Emperor Ansen.
"Because I am different from them, I am just a poor lady, my lord."
Brando laughed and shook his head.
"These mercenaries are coming to Chablis this season, presumably for the robbers in the forest. Eluin often raises money and hires mercenaries to wipe out the bandits who are entrenched in villages and towns that affect people's daily lives. This has already become a reality. It’s a common practice.” He walked along the Chablis-paved street, and brought the topic back to the topic: “In densely populated areas, most of the mercenaries paid to hire are local security forces or militias. In remote areas, a village will gather all the money to pay for this cost."
Antitina was taken aback. She almost never saw these descriptions in books: "Is there such a thing?"
"It was the same with Buche in the past. Roman paid the money too." Roman eagerly poked his head out of the narrow road, staring at the criss-cross streets below, and replied without looking back.
"Only where there is a garrison, the garrison is used to personally dealing with local robbers. Therefore, it is not unreasonable for the royal family to place their hopes on their'new army'. Indeed, the garrison represents a brand new force for Eruin. , I just don’t know if this force has a chance to develop and grow."
"What's more, there is only one generation that can be used to grow up." Brando raised his head and said deeply.
Antitina lowered her head and began to rethink some things.
At this time, the three of Brando heard a violent shout from behind: "You stop me!" The three of them were shocked and turned their heads, only to find that the humiliation was not directed at them. They first saw a hurried young man rushing through the crowd and hurried past them, but before they ran a few steps away, they were stopped by the two men dressed as mercenaries.
The two mercenaries drew their swords, blocked the young man's path, and shouted: "Eco, where do you want to go? You bastard, have you forgotten the rules of our mercenary group?"
The young man was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but glanced around in a panic, but found that mercenaries in leather armor pulled out bright swords on each side to surround him. In fact, Brando happened to be on the edge of this encirclement at the moment, but no one noticed him, and he was so happy that he took Roman a step back so as not to be involved in this inexplicable fight.
"Capo, what do you want to do?" The young man named Eco stopped to take a breath after realizing that all his escape routes were blocked. He immediately drew the dagger from the scabbard with one hand, and asked nervously while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"I know what you have done." A mercenary in a gray shirt walked out of the crowd and looked at him coldly: "Otherwise, why would you choose to escape today with a guilty conscience? How did you join the mercenary group? Have you forgotten you who took the oath? The leader and the others treat you like brothers, but why are you betraying us?"
The young man was taken aback, with a struggling expression on his face: "Kabo, I didn't betray you."
The mercenary named Kabo took a close look at him, sighed, and shook his head: "Go back with us, and we will naturally believe you."
The young man shook his head categorically, "No, Kabo, please don't ask. I said, we can't go to the Balrogan Forest..." He hesitated, then shook his head: "Please trust me once, trust me, I will not harm you. Think about it before, how could I betray you, betray everyone—"
"Enough, Eco!" The mercenary showed a distressed expression. He interrupted the young man and said: "Anyway, you must go back with us and back to the group leader. If you have any words, go back to the camp, group leader. Naturally, I will listen to you to explain. Eco, you listen to my advice, the head of the group raised you up, and if you leave here, you have abandoned him and your previous companions." He pointed to himself and other people: " Did you see that, these are your comrades in arms, what are you going to do?"
The young man hesitated, but finally took a step back: "Don't tell me, Kabo. This time I know very well that I am right. I will not go back with you. And I will prevent you from going to that place. , I don’t know how to tell you..."
He looked around and found that the other mercenaries were getting closer and closer to him. He couldn't help but pleaded: "Kapp, let me go because of our relationship. You believe me, I will definitely not let you Regret, I swear."
"Brando?" Romain couldn't help but whispered while seeing this scene.
"My lord?" Antitina also turned her head.
Faced with such a situation, the two ladies invariably asked the only person they can rely on at the moment: whether they want to leave temporarily. But Brando shook his head. He looked at the young man with a thoughtful look.
On the other side, Kabo saw the young man's determination and knew that it was useless to say more. He took a step back and made a gesture to his own person. The mercenaries immediately rushed up from all directions, sealing every retreat of the young man named Eco.
In fact, as soon as these mercenaries shot, Brando was immediately taken aback. He immediately discovered that these seemingly ordinary mercenaries were not weak, and there were a few of them on par with Leto, that is, at least the strength of the middle reaches of the black iron. Although the mercenaries walking outside really have a bit of fame, and most of them have this strength, Brando is still a little surprised to see so many outstanding mercenaries in a small place like Chablis.
It wasn't just Brando, Antitina also noticed this. She wanted to say something, but now she also calmed down, carefully observing what happened before her eyes.
Although she was just a weak noble daughter, she was more knowledgeable than a country girl like Roman and Freya.
But it was the young man who surprised Brando more.
Surrounded by seven or eight powerful mercenaries in the middle reaches of the black iron, he calmly lowered his center of gravity, and then rushed forward and grabbed the sword in the hands of a mercenary—this young man moved so fast that Brando could even move. He almost didn't see clearly, only saw his hand shake, and the mercenaries were thrown to the ground one by one by him.
Then he leaned to the left, and another mercenary was immediately knocked out. The direction is impartial, exactly where Brando, Roman, and Antitina stood.
Brando was stunned-the force of this collision could not be bearable by ordinary people, and that young man had at least silver-level strength. And looking at his age as if he was two or three years younger than him, Brando couldn't help but sigh, this is indeed before the troubled times, the evildoers appeared one after another, and he came to this world to see the first little guy— Little Phyllis himself is extremely talented. And the Bresson, Essen, Freya, and the Viscount Tester whom I saw later are all talented.
In general history, there are often only a few talents in a generation. However, he has only seen a lot of connections between this small place such as Bouche and Braggs. This has to be said that the years of war after Warend, it seems that there is indeed some destiny in the destiny. factor.
Of course, he is not slow in his hands when he wants to return. A power burst to catch the mercenary who had hit him, and then he supported him—Brando almost couldn't bear to take a step back after finishing all this, and couldn't help but say a lot of strength. Perhaps the mercenary with the strength of the black iron was not a big deal in this collision.
But he thought to himself that if the thorn of azure light was still in his hands, it would not be the result.
It's just that this young man is really reckless, he thought.
And the mercenary who had been knocked over was finally relieved. He looked back and gave Brando a surprised look. I probably didn't expect any passerby on the street to have the strength of the black iron midstream, but I was taken aback and realized that I seemed to be grateful.
"...Thank you, gentleman."
Brando shook his head to interrupt him, his eyes still falling on that small'battlefield'.