Brando left the castle of Baron Grudin without saying a word, although he walked out of the castle gate like a king: no one dared to stop wherever he went, even the most loyal knights dared to press long The sword scatters to both sides tremblingly. But the young man was not at all happy in his heart, his hand tightly gripped his scabbard—as if the long sword was still there all the time—the scabbard creaked due to excessive force.
Yes, but he still compromised.
He didn't retreat in fear of the combined forces of Madara and Baron Grudin, but Akane's pleading gaze moved him. Just as he could never become Macaro, he could not ignore Sandford and other gray wolf mercenaries who stayed in the courtyard because of his anger.
He understood that that was the girl's only family and sustenance in this world. She has the right to do this.
But even though he understood, he still felt depressed and angry in his heart.
Especially when even Antitina tactfully raised objections—
The young man couldn't help feeling cold.
What he wanted to resist was Eluin’s decadent rules, but he was stunned to find that he had no such ability—or even no support—he knew that Antitina wanted him to fit into this rule, that noble daughter Although she didn't say it explicitly, she didn't conceal her true thoughts.
Indeed, this is a better choice for him.
Can this be possible
Brando never thought that he would give up his ideas one day, if he retreated, then he would give up everything. Therefore, he cannot retreat, even if there is a sea of fire and swords ahead, he must be at odds with Grudin.
Therefore, although he knew that the dead of Madara had already stood with Count Jean Dernell, he had to choose this way. He has already expressed his opinion, and the rest can only be given to time to demonstrate.
Brando pursed his lips and crossed the castle's suspension bridge without saying a word. But with the afternoon breeze, a pungent bloody smell went straight into his nose—then he heard an exclamation from behind, it was Antitina's voice.
Brando raised his head subconsciously, but at that moment, the young man was stunned. The familiar street in front of him seemed to be stretched infinitely in his sight. The long street stretched to the end of the horizon. There was no one on the street, but rows of new crosses were erected on the street—
Rows of crosses hung with bloody corpses.
Most of those corpses were dressed in the costumes of adventurers and mercenaries, and some of them knew they were poor people in the outer city. There are men and women, but now there are only lifeless corpses.
Brando remembers that in the classical era of Vaughan, the local lords would hang the robber's body on the cross to warn those who continued to engage in this cause.
But at this moment, who is Baron Grudin going to warn
Not only a warning, but also a warning to the adventurers and mercenaries in the city, Baron Grudin is using this incident to tell these outsiders who is the owner of this land.
Warning of blood.
"very good-"
Brando took a deep breath, turning his head almost immediately. But he gritted his teeth and finally endured it, but he swept the corner of his eyes and saw a figure flashing on the side of the street.
It's him
Brando's heart moved and he immediately chased after him.
He chased the corner of the street and followed into an alley. The familiar blue-gray color has already come into view. The young lord has just hesitated, but the other party has already spoken:
"Brando... Your lord, isn't it?" the young man in the blue-gray robe looked at him with a cold expression on his face.
Brando recognized that this was the string wizard apprentice who had met him in the morning. He was very impressed with the other party, and naturally he would not easily forget it.
He nodded.
The young man didn't speak immediately, and both fell silent. However, although the other party's thin face was indifferent, the silent anger could be seen from the bottom of his eyes.
After a short silence, the young man finally spoke again: "I remember, my lord, did you ever ask, do I want revenge?" The thin young man looked at him unchanged and replied, "If I tell you now, I think-"
He raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Sir, can you show me a way?"
Brando was silent.
"This is also the thinking of other people in the city, the mercenaries and adventurers, their hatred with the Baron Grudin has been forged." The young man stared at him, and continued: "If you are yours, we are willing to serve you. —"
The two were no more than ten meters apart, but Brando shook his head: "I still have that problem, do you want revenge?"
The young man was startled.
He hesitated and nodded.
"Then stay alive," Brando looked at him and replied, "I promise you, but not now."
"grown ups?"
Brando stopped talking, he turned and walked out of this alley, just in time to see the other people catching up behind him. However, in the face of the young man's gloomy face and the endless repressed anger on his body, the Tiger Sparrow, Sandford and others who did not know the truth only felt at each other.
Young people crossed by with them.
"Brando." Only the merchant lady stopped him.
Roman held her small bag in both hands and stood behind him; she looked at the latter's face questioningly with dark brown eyes, and raised her small eyebrows slightly: "Are you angry?"
Brando was startled slightly, he didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't get angry when he saw the face of the merchant lady. He only sighed and patted the girl's cheek lightly.
"Thank you." He said.
"Hey," Romain was taken aback, frowning and pushing away his hand-asking curiously: "But I haven't said anything yet -"
"Didn't Antitina call you?"
"how do you know?"
Brando sighed again and shook his head. He turned his head to the other side, and saw that the aristocratic girl also carried her skirt and hurried to catch up.
"Are you angry with me," Antitina raised her head to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "Lord Lord?"
"You did nothing wrong, Antitina." Brando replied in a deep voice.
"But you are still angry, sir."
"Yes."
"why?"
"Antitina, it's like you know that things in this world are not as simple as black and white—"
"You said it well, let Count Dnell be the supreme officer on the southern border of Eruin. He is powerful and can be said to be a prince. His private army can make everyone who resists him shiver, even the real ones. The big guys only dared to curse their opponent secretly. Not to mention the little ants who don't have anything in our business."
Brando shook his head and looked at the girl and replied: "It can even be said that a sneeze from that big man can make our road ahead become crises and thorns. If you are not careful, it will be wiped out. ."
"but?"
Antitina asked seriously.
"But—" Brando nodded: "These are not the reasons for me to bend and kneel. If you say that accepting Grudin's gift with a false smile on your face, even if you have a city in mind, then I would rather choose iron and blood, fire and sword. the way."
"do you understand?"
Brando pressed his non-existent sword, and flicked his finger slightly: "You asked me why before, Antitina. The answer is actually very simple—not why, because I am Brando."
He turned his head and glanced at Little Roman: "It's Brando from Buche."
The merchant lady blinked at him playfully, and the two seemed to be connected.
Antitina was a little speechless, and she was taken aback for a moment before she reacted: "However, we may be able to choose a more sensible way. I can understand what you think, my lord, but there is a word between the nobles—the dead have no objection. Right!"
"Now we have to face not only Baron Grudin, but also the Jean Denel family, and Madara, my lord, you—" She bit her lip, although she felt that there was something in her chest because of Brando's words. Something was ignited and burned, but the dark eyes were still full of worry.
"That's my business, Antitina," Brando replied faintly, "Whether it's Grudin, Earl Dernell, or even Madara's army of undead."
He looked again at the towering castle of Baron Grudin.
"Since I have to face it sooner or later, then I'll be waiting anytime—"
He dropped these words, turned and left.
And the red-haired girl with a long pony tail, who followed far behind the team, had a slight movement in her eyes when she saw this scene-she looked at Brando's back and tightened the spear in her hand.
And the noble daughter looked at the young man's back with the same worry, her eyes flashed with strange admiration. But because of this, she became more worried about this outstanding young man's impulsive actions. After all, their current strength is far from enough to contend with each other is a clear fact, and sometimes they can solve everything without confidence.
…
With a bang, a white porcelain ornament from the Ansen era was smashed to pieces.
Soon after Brando and his party left, Baron Grudin angrily threw something in his study. There are only three people left in the room at this moment-Kabais and Rothko have retired. As undead, they cannot stay in the castle for a long time. It is not a trivial matter to form an alliance with Madara secretly. Of course, the consequences of leaking may be bad. Let Count Dernell say that it doesn't hurt or itchy.
However, due to the collusion of the undead, the reputation spread out but not necessarily good.
At this moment, there are only two of his male favorites left beside Grudin, which is why he can vent his anger unscrupulously. "Viscount Gunstin, Viscount Gunstin, these Yankees are deceiving too much!" Lord Baron was almost in a state of hysterics, and he had never suffered such humiliation since he was a child.
If it weren't for the opponent's strength to be too strong, he must leave behind those guys' heads at this moment. Even if it was a war with another family, he would not hesitate. Although his father may have some difficulties with Count Denell to explain, Grudin, who was furious, couldn't care about so much at this moment.
Watching him take a breath, one of the male pets dared to lean up and asked in a low voice: "My lord, the other party has already left the castle, or just take them—"