"Unexpectedly, Lord Lord's swordsmanship is so superb."
Antitina praised unreservedly as she walked. The only time she had the opportunity to witness Brando's full shot was in Braggs' underground auction site, but that time she was busy escaping with Roman, and had no time to notice how Brando dealt with the Zombie Captain.
The sound of the three people's footsteps passed through the hollow aisle of the hotel located in the rock wall, and a series of empty noises stretched forward until the dark end of the tunnel. The owner of the inn cut a stone hole in the rock wall to let in light. Looking forward, natural light casts a pale, faint spot on the dark and dim floor at regular intervals.
"Yes, Brando has always been very good." Romain added a little complacently on the side, and she narrowed her eyes-she was a little naturally charming. The business lady turned her head and glanced at Brando, smiling, seeing the latter's heart beating, subconsciously worrying about what strange ideas the lady was brewing.
This worry is not groundless. Before leaving the forest capital, Roman has nothing to do with Anfen. First, he pretended to be a merchant of the Chamber of Commerce to visit the local nobles, investigate the market, and then secretly found someone from the Brotherhood of Thieves to buy a copy. Maps from Maggie Tan to Chablis-this is not daring, after all, in this era, privately drawn maps are at the risk of being gallows.
Of course, this matter was carried out without the knowledge of Brando from the beginning. If it hadn't been for the eldest lady who had never been able to hide in front of him, he probably didn't know that she was secretly doing these little actions by herself. Privately hiding maps, impersonating aristocrats, forging documents and documents-Brando originally thought that he was enough to despise the laws of this ancient country, but he did not expect that the merchant lady probably never cared about the black cover from the beginning. Kingdom Code.
Of course, Brando was even more suspicious that she didn't even know that there was such a thing as a code.
But Roman was cautious and cautious outside, as shrewd as a little fox, without showing any wind. It wasn't Brando who discovered that she was counting money secretly on the carriage alone, and she didn't know that this dead girl had already made a small amount of money-her pocket money with the help of these illegal methods.
Of course, Brando had already warned her severely about this matter, but the merchant lady accepted it humbly, and then agreed with a few sentences. It is estimated that only Martha can know how much she has listened to. .
"What are you thinking again?" Brando couldn't help asking.
"No." Roman hurriedly shook his head like something.
"Why aren't you as nervous as you?" Brando's suspicion involuntarily deepened, and asked angrily.
"Are you nervous, Brando?" Roman asked curiously, touching his little face.
"Don't worry about it, your trick is no longer useful to me, little Roman."
"No, don't call me that..." The merchant girl raised her eyebrows, but immediately rolled her eyes again: "Brando, can I go for a walk alone?"
"Of course not."
Brando categorically refused. He wasn't afraid that the pleasant town of Chablis would be spoiled by this young lady, but he had other considerations. Today, he fought Buja in full view, using a master swordsmanship to deter everyone present. Even the "Maned Wolf" Macaro could not say anything anymore—but this is just a superficial phenomenon, the blood of a soldier. After it faded, Brando felt that his thoughts became clear again.
In past games, it was common for single mercenaries or adventurers to temporarily join a strange mercenary group during their travels. In fact, anyone may have trouble when traveling and have to rely on Help from others.
Although article 314 of mercenaries rarely appears in formal agreements, in fact, it is not uncommon for such a single person to merge into an unfamiliar group. Because it is nominally acting with the group, but in fact it is still their own policies and their own defenses, so apart from helping each other, it actually doesn't have much meaning.
Therefore, the mercenary group stipulated in the statute can propose a test clause for the joiner, but in many cases it is just empty talk. Therefore, the abnormal behavior of "Maned Wolf" Macaro and Buga this afternoon seems to have a different meaning.
Brando can even clearly see from the eyes of the middle-aged man standing with Buga that he has a strong doubt about himself, but is this doubt necessary
He was a little puzzled.
Then I couldn’t help but think of the scene I met outside in the afternoon. Judging from the words and deeds of the young man named Eco, this mercenary group’s action against bandits seems not as simple as imagined. Woolen cloth. It's just that they have another purpose, or are in some trouble, Brando wants to figure out this.
He didn't want these mercenaries to be fond of the same thing, and that would be a big trouble.
Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help frowning deeply.
"Brando, what's the matter?" Roman blinked: "Are you angry with me?"
"Of course not." Brando glared at her, knowing that this eldest lady was definitely not afraid of getting angry, but she was just looking for words. Then he turned around and asked, "Antitina, what mercenary group did they say just now?"
He suddenly remembered something, which was a new problem for him.
"Grey Wolf Mercenary Group."
"Grey wolf?"
"Why, is there any problem?" Antitina asked.
"Nothing" Brando replied casually, and then muttered to himself: "... Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Gray Wolf?" Shouldn't it be the Mountain Blue Mercenary Group, "Maned Wolf" Macaro should be this person what. That's right, the middle-aged man is exactly the same as in the description, it shouldn't be wrong. But why is the name of the mercenary group different
Could it be that what happened in history
He raised his eyebrows, and there is another possibility that the mercenary group changed its name, but in this field, the name change is not a trivial matter. Not to mention the need to file with the Adventurer's Guild under the Temple of Flame, this is a cumbersome and huge project. Under normal circumstances, the declaration is unlikely to be successful unless there is a huge change.
A huge change
Brando looked up, watching a ray of natural light projected on the ground from the stone window in front, the look in his dark brown eyes changed.
…
"How about it?"
The red-haired middle-aged man touched the scar on his face, then turned his head and asked.
Standing on a high place, the feeling of the cool breeze blowing across his face made people feel comfortable. He couldn't help squinting his eyes and staring at the town of Chablis below the mountain. The town is like an artificially stacked hill, with winding stairs going up one-by-one up the hillside.
The name "Maned Wolf" Macaro has been called resoundingly in the mercenary world for almost six or seven years. This name was left when he first entered the line. It means that he is brave and fierce, and fights lifelessly, like a fierce wolf. Because in the mountains south of Eluin, the head wolf is also called the silver mane wolf, and this name comes from it.
"Heh." Buja put his hand on his forehead and smiled: "That kid's military swordsmanship is superb, almost at the level of a master, even in the army..."
He suddenly coughed: "You know what I'm talking about. I'm not as good as him if you just talk about the talent and attainments in swordsmanship. The young man named Brando is a true genius, born for the sword. It's hard for me to believe that a person at this age can understand swordsmanship so deeply. You know, I can't even let go of my hands and feet in front of him—"
He smiled: "Before I saw Master Echo, I never believed that there are geniuses in this world. People can get there because of personal dedication and sweat. But after seeing Master Echo, especially after today I feel more and more that I have made a mistake."
After speaking, he showed his white teeth and smiled.
"You compare him to Master Eco?" Macaro turned his head, the scar on his cheek was rumored to have been left in a battle with the Night Son. But people who are familiar with him understand that, in fact, before Macaro became a mercenary, he already had this wound on his face: "I don't see that the young man has such a level."
"That's why you are the commander and I am the swordsman."
"So, you have a high opinion of him?"
"Well, but that young man reminds me of an acquaintance."
"Who?"
"A rigid guy. Forget about this, I want to say that I don't think this young man is like an undercover agent sent from the card side." Buga said: "They need such excellent reserve talents over there. Everyone has known it for a long time."
Macaro shook his head and smiled: "It's hard to tell, this season is too sensitive. I don't believe that'Card' came here just to grab a mission with us. Chablis is just a small town without much oil and water. Is there such a big attraction?"
"You said this before, didn't you, do you think they have other plans?" Buga turned around and asked.
"good."
"What do they picture? The group of lizardman robbers has another mystery, or does it?"
"I don't know, but Eco is very abnormal in recent days." Macaro closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "This makes me a little worried. I can't let a group of malicious guys follow us all the time. This group of people is also in trouble for a mission, this time I want to get it done once and for all."
Buga glanced at him.
"Master agreed?"
Macaro nodded, then shook his head: "The master said nothing."
"Then how about waiting?"
"Can't wait any longer, the tree shepherd is catching up again, haven't you noticed it?"'Maned Wolf' replied in the wind: "Within three days at most, we will set off."
"Where is that young man?"
"Let him follow."