After Brando said this, he watched the group of people in his spare time.
There was a moment of silence in the forest—
"Mr. Brando, are you okay?" But it is an old fox who has experienced the world. Macaro smiled slightly, calmed his surprise and asked: "Since he was attacked, he walked away and didn't expect to meet here. you."
Brando thought that you, old bastard, at this time, are still trying to push the responsibility on Conrad's side. Really think I'm stunned? But of course he didn't show such resentment on his face. He just smiled and patted the head of the earth god envoy that was motionless and lost its vitality, and replied: "Naturally, it is not enough to trouble me with this little thing. It is a pity that night. You flee too fast. I want to do my duty to help my allies, but I can't do it. I am extremely sorry to say that."
Both sides grind their teeth. The ability to tell nonsense with open eyes seems to be no less inferior to anyone, but Brando's performance still makes Macaro vigilant. He is a little uncertain that Brando doesn't really know all the truth-or just because of the beginning. They are angry with their futility. But at this age, there are not many young people in such a city, and he couldn't help feeling a little tricky for a while.
So much so that even Brando's words are thorny and ignored.
Besides, he didn’t come here to fight this young man. He frowned and looked at the forest behind Brando. He hesitated, but he still asked: "Mr. Brando, you see other people from Did you pass here?"
"You mean a young man?" Brando smiled to himself.
"Exactly."
When Macaro spoke, Brando felt that the people behind him had obviously become a little anxious.
"If I guessed correctly, that's Mr. Eco, right?" Brando asked.
Macaro, Buga, and the old man between them suddenly changed their expressions, "Have you seen him?" Macaro blurted out a step forward, but then he realized that he seemed to be behaving too much. I couldn't help coughing and stood up again. He looked at the two people next to him, Buja always placed one hand on the hilt of his sword, and his sullen face remained vigilant at all times. The old man looked thoughtfully in Brando's direction.
But he immediately realized that Brando might have guessed something. However, he believed that Brando could not know their identities, after all, they even concealed this matter from within the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group and even Ike.
"Have you seen him, Mr. Brando." After a cough, Macaro asked again: "Eco is a descendant of an important friend of mine. I promised him to take good care of him, but I didn't expect anything. Careful got separated from him."
Brando smiled slightly. Eco isn't the only one who separated from you, isn't it also the entire Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps? Don't you see you old fox so worried? However, he didn't know this point, he just asked, "Old friend? So that's how Macaro the Fox or Mr. Roschel always called the Duke of Rune? I'm afraid Mr. Duke would not agree—"
As soon as he uttered his words, he heard the sound of knives and swords. Brando raised his head to watch the rows of entourages behind Macaro draw their swords for a while.
"Young man, who are you?" Macaro's expression changed, and his tone sank and asked harshly. He immediately wondered if Brando belonged to that party, but he looked at the earth envoy lying on the ground in a river of blood-it didn't seem to be the same either. Is there a third-party power? This sly fox hesitated. Although it was not impossible, who else would be interested in this competition? He couldn't help but wonder if it was a foreign power? Madara or Cruz
Brando naturally didn't know that this guy had so many thoughts in his heart in an instant, but he didn't intend to answer either. He was waiting for someone to speak, the old man between Macaro and Buga. Since the other party can stand in front of these two people, it naturally explains his status. But who is this old man who suddenly came out, Duke Luen? No, he can't remember a big person like the Duke of Luen. He said it was disguise but it doesn't look like it. Disguise is a professional skill that players can learn, but most of the skills will remain. Flaws, as a veteran player, Brando certainly does not know this.
Sure enough, he waited for a while, and the old man finally turned his gaze back to him. But the first question he asked was to make everyone stunned.
"Young man, is the fairy's apple at your feet?" The old man asked after confirming for a long time.
Oops! Brando screamed in his heart before realizing that he had forgotten to put this thing in his backpack. If he would never make such low-level mistakes on weekdays, on the one hand, Aloz’s words weakened his expectations for this thing. On the other hand, because he had a strong backing behind him, he didn’t think too much. And to be honest, he didn't expect this group of people to appear first.
But at the same time, he finally recognized who this old man was.
Eruin's chief court wizard, assisted the three dynasties veteran of Anson VII-Li Woods Hardwella Gemmel. This guy is the mentor of the current princess and the little prince. It turns out that he is here. I didn’t expect Macaro to have such a dark move. It’s no wonder that he can put Eco in Chablis with confidence, as if letting him live on his own. It's the same as self-destruction—even he almost lied. However, as a result, it became more and more convincing for this guy. Now it seems that everything faced by the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group was probably planned by this old fox.
Is the purpose just to not be muddled
Brando couldn't help holding the hilt of the dagger. Although in a certain way he agreed with the highly utilitarian values of these nobles, he played with the feelings of people who get along with each other day and night, or maybe he never regarded them as one. Going on. Whether it’s Sandford or Akane, everything they encounter is the full meaning of life to them, fighting for it, and paying for it, but to these people in front of them, it seems like an abstract and non-existent. The same as the phantom.
But when they no longer need this illusion, the dreams of the little people in their eyes are disillusioned like bubbles, and they can't even help them resist. The poor thing is Akane, maybe they don't even understand this.
Brando took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and made up his mind to teach the guys in front of him a lesson. Not because he has the righteous and awe-inspiring status, but because he is very upset now-he is upset, and he has this ability. So he wanted Macaro, Buga and even the old man to pay for the suffering of Akane, Sandford and others.
"Master Lewoods, isn't it?"
Brando picked up the golden apple at his feet and shook it in front of everyone.
His action suddenly changed the expressions of Macaro and Buga, and they realized what the fairy apple in Li Woods's mouth was. That is the fruit of the golden tree, Martha is here, with this, they have the capital to change everything. The old king's body in the wind, or the cowardly character and destiny of the prince, with the golden apple, everything has an opportunity for change.
Could this be the opportunity God gave Eruin
Everyone couldn't help but think so at this moment.
Even the Deep City Mansion like Cunning Fox couldn't help his complexion change drastically at this moment, and his breathing became quicker. Even Master Lewoods, who has experienced countless storms in his life, couldn’t help but say: “Young man, what you have is very important to us. Can I ask if you can sell it to us, and we can sell it to us. Afford everything you want, whether it's money or power."
Brando felt two slender hands on his shoulders, and a small voice asked with a smile, "Are you going to sell them to them, Mr. Brando, I allow it."
But Brando just smiled. He looked at these people indifferently, mentioned the golden apple, and asked, "You want this?"
"Exactly," Macaro said, "Mr. Brando, what you have is very important to us. It is so important that it may change the fate of many people. Believe me, we don't want to buy it out of selfish intentions. This apple. And we are also willing to follow the principle of fair trade, as long as you offer a price, we will satisfy you as much as possible. Whether it is money, women or power, everything you want." He used extremely inciting Sexual words say so.
Brando sneered disdainfully and sneered: "What a big tone, what do you use to guarantee all this? Why should I believe you, Mr. Macaro? Do you rely on the power of the Eruin royal family behind you? You ask me What do you want? Okay, I want to ask you two questions—"
Two questions
Macaro, Buga and Li Woods looked at each other. What kind of request is this? But the opportunity is not to be missed, and the loss will never come, so he nodded and replied: "You can say it."
"The first question, I am actually very curious. I have some plans that I don’t understand. Obviously Master Lee Woods is here, why are Mr. Macaro and Mr. Buga going through the dangers and even working hard? The gray wolf mercenary group of ten years was destroyed by this. I have something to understand about this."
Makaro and Buga didn't expect this to be his problem, and couldn't help being taken aback. But Li Woods coughed and replied in a low voice: "Young people, the struggle involved in this matter is far more than simple. I don't know how much insider you know, but we don't want the outside world to know that the royal family actually intervened behind the scenes. This matter—"
He actually didn’t want to say so much to a stranger, but it seemed that Brando had recognized him, and the things in his hands were too important, so the old man had to lower his posture and explain to him .
"That's it." Brando nodded.
"Then the second question, are you coming out now to reassemble the lost Gray Wolf mercenary group?" Brando chuckled slightly: "In fact, it is like this. I have included some of your people..."
Macaro and Liwoods glanced at each other, then shook their heads: "No, Mr. Brando, you are worried. We just came out after Mr. Eco, because he insisted on coming to his companion and fiancée. "When he talked about his fiancée, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. After all, it would be quite embarrassing to talk about the fiancée of Lord Duke's only son.
But that's all. He shook his head and continued: "As for the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, that is already a past tense. It doesn't exist anymore. I thank you for the people you collected."
really.
Brando grinds his teeth—
Then he heard a bang, everyone turned their heads and saw a red-haired girl with one hand covering the wound on her chest, standing there blankly, and the spear in her hand was not Know when it fell to the ground.