The “Chablis' Lantern Grass” hotel is located on the east-facing cliff at the highest point of the town. It resembles a huge arched wooden hall where the wild heroes and gods in classical mythology live on the top of the rock, experiencing wind and rain. Hit, the water has soaked into the solid wood and now it has become faintly black. The hall is down, and rows of dense windows are opened on the gray cliffs. From a distance, this unique landscape is like a huge honeycomb or a dragon's den on the cliff.
But in fact, it was a guest room in a hotel.
In the room where "Maned Wolf" Macaro was temporarily staying, the door was pushed a quarter of an hour ago. The experienced mercenary commander raised his head from a sketch of the Chablis area. He heard a term from the subordinate's narration, and his thick and thick eyebrows couldn't help but raise his right hand wearing a deerskin glove. Holding the magnifying glass with the bronze handle, but already asked: "Written Article 314?"
"'In a formal mission, if the two parties conflict on any goal, they should try to temporarily merge the two parties and treat it as a joint agreement. As for the details of the merger, it should be negotiated by both parties.'"
An old man sitting on a wicker chair by the window sill answered. The old man stared intently at a big book with a red cover almost four inches thick, as if he wasn't interested in this topic.
"Master Lewoods, this one can be extended like this?"
"It's not impossible," the old man replied.
"Okay, let me first see how sacred that young man is," Macaro waved to the young man standing at his desk and said, "Go, let Reddy try him." But he stopped immediately. The other party: "Wait a minute, did the Eco that kid find it?"
"No news yet, sir head."
"Okay, I see. You go." Macaro shook his head, he snorted, and muttered: "This time I must make that kid look good. It seems that I usually spoil him a little too much. I won’t be able to explain it to the adults in the future."
The old man read a book, a smile flashed across his face, and shook his head slightly.
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"Your name is Brando?"
"My name is Brando." Brando raised his head and looked at the young man who was nearly a head taller than himself. His hair is the kind of rare pure white, his eyes are indeed clear and transparent gold like amber, his face is feminine, but some of them look like women.
Yabri? Brando thought to himself that the only impression of this ethnic minority living in the Kingdom of Heaven seemed to be the young silver-haired swordsman Gurekas who was still active on the land of Vonde about thirty years ago. .
He expected that the other party would not be so easy to accept his request, but he didn't expect that "Maned Wolf" Macaro would send such a young man to test him. To be honest, apart from the Revealer and the Chosen, few young people in this era who are about the same age as Brando can surpass him at this moment.
Level 23 strength is already considered the upper reaches of the black iron. What's more, the occupation level 15 is the first threshold for any occupation. Once this threshold is crossed, the occupation's attribute-added achievement begins to enter the stage of the first level of power and the second level of power.
In fact, although Brando lost the thorn of azure light at this moment, his strength has gone further, reaching 15 energy levels, which is close to twelve times or even thirteen times as high as a trained soldier. Although he looked like a thin young man, he could easily kill a wild boar with one punch as long as he wanted to.
As long as Brando opens his attribute panel, he can clearly see that his absolute power has reached the terrible value of 220. That is to say, in theory, he single-handedly faced any squadron in the second and third line army of any country in this world, and he could easily kill eight in and eight out.
Such strength is generally called colloquially in the mouth of Eruin's adventurers: the strength of the squadron leader level.
What's more, Brando's hidden strength is far more than that. His tenth-level Eruin military swordsmanship alone is enough to make most of Eruin's officers and knights ashamed. Of course, Brando doesn't feel it yet, but thinks that he seems to be some distance away from his grandfather.
But before he finished thinking about it, he saw that the young man had pulled out his sword and pointed it at him.
"Listen well, businessman, I never accept weak challenges, nor will I have mercy, on the contrary. Because the duel between fighters is sacred, it is the sword and the sword, and I will do everything possible to end the life of the opponent." Baifa The young man said: "The captain asked me to fight with you, but I will not be merciful against my will. Have you figured it out clearly?"
Brando looked back at Roman.
"Brando, does he mean that he is better than you?" The merchant lady widened her eyes. In fact, she was trying to stare wider, and then blinked.
"No, I don't think it's that interesting." Brando was not angry with Roman anyway, so he could only replied in an angry way.
"My lord?" Antitina asked.
Brando shook his head and said to his heart that you can't have a little confidence? However, he had already pulled out the saber around his waist. After the thorn of light of the elven sword was lost, he had been using an ordinary stainless steel long sword, just like the one he is holding now. When the white-haired young man saw his sword, he couldn't help showing a trace of contempt-the sword was brand new, just like it was just bought from a blacksmith's workshop.
He was not wrong, and it was the same, because the last sword had been shattered in a certain battle because it could not withstand Brando's power.
Brando raised his sword and swayed it casually, as if adjusting to this new sword. However, his actions immediately caused the mercenaries and explorers sitting around in the lobby of the hotel to boo. No swordsman would adapt his sword before the battle. Brando’s performance was almost like no one. The hairy boy who has been on the battlefield.
"Reddy, isn't your idol that Yabulian sword sage Gurekes? Defeat this hairy boy, let us see your strength!"
"Well said, as a fellow Juggernaut, you can't be ashamed."
"Reddy, come on, get rid of him!" The mercenaries suddenly roared. These lawless people are a group of people who will never stand up to themselves anywhere.
But when Brando heard one of the names, he couldn't help but stunned slightly: "Gurekas?" He was about to enter a preparatory posture for Eruin's military swordsmanship-but at the moment he slackened his mind and looked up. Asked. This distraction made his movement only half completed, and the starting hand of military swordsmanship suddenly disappeared.
The mercenaries booed again.
"You don't deserve to mention that name." The white-haired young man's face sank, and he was pierced with a sword.
This sword can be regarded as fast and thunderous in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is slow enough within Brando's 3.7 energy level perception range, not to mention that he was attacked by the opponent before he finished a word, and then subconsciously backhanded. One sword—to be precise, he raised the sword and flew the long sword in his opponent's hand—with a sound of a chuckle, the white-haired young man couldn't hold the sword at all. The sword in his hand had already taken off and flew out and stuck it on the ceiling.
The young man's sword was inserted deeply into the light black wood, still trembling slightly.
The whole hall was choked.
The mercenaries who were still yelling before were all dumb at this moment, as if they saw a dragon or something, and opened their mouths blankly, forgetting exactly whether they should applaud—or send them out. A boo.
Brando's previous sword was not elegant, but to put it bluntly, it was almost like a barbarian wagging a stick. Because that is not a kind of swordsmanship at all, it is purely an instinctive reaction. But the key to this sword is not its elegance, but its strength.
Born to be weird? Everyone thought of this subconsciously.
This is nothing new. On the Vaughan Road, it is said that some of the human race inherited the blood of gold, and some people were born awakened to become the Chosen One. But there is another category, they have some characteristics of their ancestors. For example, the innate power is infinite, or the resilience is extremely strong, or it is born to see the coordinated elemental power.
Generally speaking, such power can only be seen in creatures that bleed golden blood in their bodies, such as fantasy creatures such as dragons and unicorns.
But someone called out immediately:
"The first level of strength!"
"Black Iron Strength!"
The white-haired young man held his wrist and took five steps back. He looked at his swollen arm after only taking the opponent's sword. Although he is not as talented as Eco, but he reached the lower reaches of the black iron in his early twenties, and he is considered to be a leader among most people, but he never expected to be a young man younger than himself. In front of the guy, he couldn't even take a sword.
There are so many monsters like Eco in this world
Reddy was a little surprised for a while.
It's just that his astonishment only lasted for a moment, because Macaro and another tall middle-aged man had already walked up from under the hotel. Although they hadn't seen the previous scene, as long as they looked at the sword on the ceiling and the performance of everyone present, the shrewd mercenary captain understood 80% in his heart.
His eyes fell on Brando's head, his brows frowned slightly. Although he knew that the businessman who offered to join his team temporarily was a young man, he did not expect to be so young.
"Buja," Makaroma said in a low voice to the middle-aged man next to him, "Try him."
"Me?" The middle-aged man's voice had a strong local accent from the Anlek region.
"Well, I doubt if this young man is from the'Card' side." Macaro stared at Brando and said.
"Is there such a good young man over there, Macaro, do you think too much?" Buja said, removing the giant sword behind his back: "But it's nothing. Since you said that, I will go. Give it a try. Anyway, this young man must have some background."
Macaroo was startled slightly, then looked back at his old friend.
"It's nothing, I just smelled a familiar smell." The middle-aged man looked at Brando, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.