The early morning of Chablis in July is a song composed of titmouses. When the morning light spreads over the entire mountain forest, this small town between the mountains becomes full of vitality.
The house arranged by the mountain people was filled with the scent of small mint leaves, Brando woke up early—it seemed that when he came to this world, the lifestyle of the swordsman overwhelmed the lifestyle of the game house. Sleeping late seems to have been a thing of the last century.
Brando watched the undulating mountains of Chablis through the stone hole window on one side of the room, while pressing two fingers on the cards, and then turning them open with his thumbs, the wind element crystals placed aside immediately gasified and turned into A cyan smoke melted into the surface of the card. A small whirlwind blew up in the small space, and the dimensional fissures opened and closed again, shooting out more than 20 wind spirit spiders from the inside.
Brando immediately issued an order. These little things from the realm of the wind immediately became fogged and blurred in a squeaky sound, and soon became a puff of smoke flowing out of the room. Seeing this scene, the young man smiled and opened a bottle of mana potion.
"It seems to be a plot task." He frowned and thought. This thought had kept him from sleeping well for two consecutive days.
Around a dungeon or dungeon, a story will be triggered every time a period of irregular time passes. These story lines are deduced by the system, so on the surface it does not appear to be abrupt. In fact, the real-time mission system itself is also one of the selling points of the "Amber Sword".
It's just that in this world, it seems that the plots that happened in the past games are truly reproduced.
Understand this. Brando thought about it carefully, and finally remembered one thing. That was something that was vaguely mentioned in a guide on the'Balrogan Ruins' on the forum about a few years ago. It was about the experience of the first team to enter this dungeon.
It seems vaguely familiar.
But he raised his head, and his thoughts were interrupted. "Truly." There was a knock on the door. This must not be Roman, because the eldest lady would never knock at all, nor was she afraid of being said that she was uneducated-she had never been associated with that word. It won't be Antitina, because the noble daughter is always so polite, she won't be so hurried.
Brando had guessed in the blink of an eye that it might be Macaro's person outside.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and behind them were two young men. One was the white-haired young man who was as feminine as a woman the day before yesterday afternoon, looking at him with a stinking face; the other Brando hadn’t seen him, but he was probably about the same age as the former, with short, lean hair. The person looked a little thin, and he looked at the room with a look of curiosity.
"B... Mr. Brando, we are going to set off, are you?" The short young man looked at him, with curiosity, suspicion, and awe in his eyes. It was obvious that Brando gave the mercenary group the battle yesterday afternoon. The newcomers left a deep impression.
A young man in his twenties can draw a tie with the deputy head—most of these young people think so. In the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Buja's strength is actually far higher than that of Macaro. This is also a recognized fact.
In other words, the strength of this young man at their age is simply unimaginable.
He has also heard the legend of the Chosen, but no one knows how strong the Chosen is. He couldn't help but looked at Brando, wondering if the other party was the legendary Chosen. It's just that Brando obviously doesn't know what the young man in front of him is thinking, if he wants to know, he will laugh out loud.
In fact, with his current strength, let alone the Chosen, even the Revealer is still far away.
"Okay, thank you." He nodded to the young man without knowing it: "We will be there soon."
But the white-haired young man immediately snorted in the back.
Brando couldn't help but take a look at this guy. After yesterday's contact, he already knew what heir of the nobles who went out to travel, and it was no wonder that he had developed such a defiant temper. But as for why he joined this mercenary group, that is probably another story.
He was not interested in understanding anyway.
But he doesn't mind, it doesn't mean that the other party won't mind either. The white-haired young man became even more angry because of being ignored. He couldn't help but snorted again and said: "Listen, although I am not your opponent, I will always Watch you, you never want to play tricks—"
The young man next to him was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect his companion to say such a thing. He couldn't help but glanced back, opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
"Oh?" Brando whispered an'idiot' in his heart, then raised his head and asked: "Your name is Reddy?"
"It has nothing to do with you." The white-haired young man snorted.
"Are the nobles so uneducated?" Brando asked back.
"You..." The white-haired young man gritted his teeth and wanted to draw his sword, but when he thought of the gap between himself and the other side, he couldn't help but stand back discouraged.
"I heard that Eco escaped?"
"How do you know, you...!"
Reddy frowned and was about to question, but suddenly saw Brando smile with a clear look, and immediately realized his loss, and couldn't help humming heavily: "You care too much. , I will tell the head of this matter."
Brando said that it's up to you, do you think everyone is as idiot as you? But he still smiled and said: "It's just a casual question. You know that I had a relationship with Mr. Eco two days ago."
"The ghost knows." Reddy thought, but although he gritted his teeth with anger, he still deliberately maintained a cold look on his face.
"I heard that you and the Silver Sword Saint Gurekes are from the same place?" But Brando changed the subject again.
"with you… "
The white-haired young man suddenly remembered Brando's previous mockery, and swallowed this sentence into his stomach, and finally turned into a cold snort. However, he also found that he didn't seem to be able to take Brando any verbal advantage, so he simply dragged his colleague around and left, leaving Brando alone-thinking that this guy is not alone anyway. Can't find the way, let alone find it better.
Brando couldn't help being amused. The guy in Gurekas also had an admirer. Back then, he was learning the swordsmanship known as the "boundary of heaven" under Gurekas. It's a pity that Gurekas possesses three intermediate swordsmanship, the "Sword of Heaven", the "Sword of Thunder" and the "Sword of Limits" he created, but Brando himself is a high-level swordsman who did not get it. Instead, he was choked by the old guy's temperament.
This guy must not know that Guleikes's good gambling is like a fate, and the gambling quality is extremely bad, every gambling will lose, and he often refuses to admit it.
However, the swordsmanship of the'Boundary of Heaven', thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. With one experience, this time it's easy to handle, but it is a pity that Gurekiss should still be traveling in Cruz at the moment, otherwise he can find the door now.
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Buga and Macaro glanced at each other, looking at each other. But in the end, it was the mercenary leader called the "Maned Wolf" who couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Brando, these are these?" He pointed to the twelve servants wearing foreign costumes beside Brando. Bing, Martha is here, and the entire'Chablis' Lantern Grass' hotel is under their close surveillance, and the news from the various secret posts has only been checked in by ordinary guests since three days ago until today
But these guys with a string of throwing axes, javelins, large round shields, horn helmets on their heads, and sharp blades on their bodies don’t look like “normal guests”, don’t they? Where did they come from again
Brando obviously did not understand Macaro's inner entanglement at the moment. He shrugged and smiled: "They are my people. I remember I mentioned to you that they are mercenaries I invited. Uh... from comparison. Far away, you know, as a businessman, you always travel between different places. These mercenaries are from an ethnic minority in the east of the kingdom, so please don’t mind what they wear.” He smiled as if speaking. It really seems like that.
But Antitina and Roman both glanced at him.
Miss Merchant thought with a simple heart that ordinary people can't understand: It turns out that Brando still has connections with the ethnic minorities in the east of the kingdom. It really is amazing! But Antitina’s mind was not as simple as this eldest lady. She had long wondered where Brando's men came from. Although she knew Brando had a team of mercenaries in his hands, that team At this time, it should be located in the territory of Anlek, and it should not be a minority.
And Charles also, although Brando told them that Charles had returned to Karasu beforehand, she always felt that something was wrong.
But this kind of suspicion can only be buried in his heart, and it is impossible to question the lord he follows.
As Brando’s aides, I still have doubts, not to mention Macaro and Buga. These two historical figures are both well-informed characters, but they are a little confused. Because of Eco's escape, the secret whistles they arranged were at least close to the silver level, but these mercenary gods who seemed to have only the'black iron strength' sneaked in unknowingly.
Macaro couldn't help frowning, and suddenly made a triple jump for Brando's evaluation in his heart, which became a little mysterious and unpredictable.
"So, Captain Macaro, can we leave?" Brando asked.
"Of course."'Maned Wolf' Macaro nodded hard. I was determined in my heart to put Brando and the team in the center of the team and monitor them so that nothing happens. He was full of confidence at first, but at the moment he was a little lacking in confidence. A young man with outstanding swordsmanship and strength close to silver, and twelve mercenaries with strength above silver, he felt a headache thinking about it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at Buga again, and complained a little: "Old man, this is the result of your investigation?" He couldn't help but verbally ask.
Buga shrugged.
Macaro entrusted him to investigate the mercenaries mentioned by Brando, but there were no clues in two days. Unexpectedly, these twelve big living men suddenly appeared today. Although it seemed that there was only'black iron strength', even he himself didn't believe this statement. He looked at the mercenaries with weird attire, and believed in his heart that the opponent must have used some method to conceal their strength.
What is this, is it a big change? The future great swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes.