"You can try it, Maher." The boy shot back.
"Cut, now he is alert, your kid has a good calculation—"
"But that guy is really amazing. He seems to have been to many places." Joka said, "Although he is an outsider, he seems to know our rules. I was taken aback!"
"Huh," said a weaker voice, "The story that Maher got from a drunkard, he just copied a set of rules in the same way. It's weird if people don't know."
Maher blushed and said, "Stop talking nonsense, isn't that guy very knowledgeable? Why don't you sell the ridiculous things in your hand to him? Maybe they will be attracted to it!"
Although he said it was selling, he emphasized the tone, which sounded like a mockery.
"Too lazy to deal with you vulgar guy, I don't know the goods!"
"Enough, I've said it, don't make trouble." At this time, the fourth voice came in, it was a girl's voice.
Brando was startled-really a woman came in in disguise? He couldn't help but slandered the cavalry outside, and then continued to listen:
"Yesterday we met that man in Trout in the forest. He was with a few women. He didn't look like an adventurer," the girl’s voice continued, "I saw him order the most expensive place in Old John. His wine doesn’t look like it’s lack of money. There must be nothing good for him to come here."
Brando frowned slightly and cried out unlucky. Finally, he decided to disguise and enter the mine after inquiring about the news, but he had forgotten that the flaws had been exposed before then.
However, with such a small mistake, he thought it was impossible for someone to be caught by someone so coincidentally, but he did not expect that Lord Martha really made a big joke with him. The scene of yesterday afternoon was actually given to him. noticed.
However, he was thinking about how to deal with this matter, but he heard the other party continue to say: "Should I report the letter?"
Brando's heart tightened.
But I heard the weaker voice say: "Shhh, don’t say it. This has nothing to do with us. You don’t know about it. It’s not easy. He might have an accomplice, none of us. Want to lose your head?"
After this voice, everyone else was silent for a while.
"Okay." The last guy named Maher replied, "It's so decided. Anyway, after this time, we will leave this place and don't make any extravagance."
Everyone nodded.
Brando also looked back. He didn't expect someone in this group to say such knowledgeable things. For a while, he couldn't help but become a little interested in the person who spoke, but when he looked back, those teenagers were already far away. .
"interesting."
Brando had such an idea inexplicably.
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The two-mile road leading to the mining area did not last long, but after entering the mine, Brando clearly felt that the surrounding surveillance had become tighter.
The Schafflund Silver Mine is surrounded by mountains. Due to the mining of shallow veins, the surrounding mountain walls have been hollowed out, forming an inward valley; if you look inward from the valley mouth, there are large areas of red and gray. Brando didn’t recognize silver ore with the lead-black rocks, but he knew the watch towers built on the tops of the surrounding mountains—he couldn’t help frowning when he glanced at it. This terrain is very troublesome whether to get in or out. I wanted to lead the Golden Swordsman out to kill, but now it seems a bit unworkable-I have to temporarily change a set of plans.
He looked around and found that the ground in the valley was fairly flat, but the mine tunnel entrance that penetrated into the ground could not be seen from here, but a semi-fortress-like building group could be seen on the outside of the valley. There should be the barracks of the local garrison, so that the clerk and executive adjutant appointed by Dnell must be in it.
Brando turned his head and glanced at the mountain of slag piled up in the valley and the mine carts everywhere. Workers came and went in it. Most people were in order. There were only a few adventures like him who came here for the first time. The person was at a loss.
But he was not nervous, but calmed down and followed the others silently. Of course, those soldiers would not leave these people alone. He thought that someone would come to that row soon.
The facts proved that he was not wrong.
Brando soon saw a group of patrolling cavalry emerge from the side of the valley, while they drove their mounts close to these people-but the cavalry in brightly colored noble uniforms seemed not in the mood to waste too much time on these people. Instead, he shouted, "Go over there to line up and get your numbers and tools!"
Leaving this sentence aside, the cavalry immediately turned around and walked towards the people who came in behind.
And leaving Brando glanced at the direction the cavalry was pointing, where the mine steward was distributing tools and a wooden sign with a number written on it to the workers—both of these things are not allowed to be lost or damaged in the mining area. , Once any of the above situations occurs, heavy penalties will be incurred. Vaughan in this era does not have any humanitarian spirit-as long as there is a legitimate or less legitimate reason, it is not a big deal to be killed.
Even the clerk of the mining area has the right to order a person to be hanged if he suspects that someone has stolen Lord Earl's ore.
But Brando doesn't care about this, he only cares about which camp he will be assigned to. The workers naturally lived in the valley during these six days, so no matter how stingy the mine officials were, they had to build some rudimentary or crude camps for these workers.
The camp is naturally based on the straw shed as the main building, which is full of flavors that are unbearable for a person from modern society. If it hadn't been for Brando's physical function to have surpassed that of ordinary people after entering the golden realm, he was even worried that he would be swallowed to the ground by the odor of skyrocketing when he entered that dim shed.
This worry quickly became a reality.
He frowned and stood in front of the crumbling shed, comparing the numbered card in his hand with the position of the shed. But in the end he was disappointed to find:
right here-
Brando's nose moved, and he smelled that disgusting smell about a few feet away from this shed. At that moment, he suddenly felt that it was an incomparable thing that Uta, Akane and Medissa did not come. A wise thing, and of course he made the most stupid choice.
He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but glance back at it—there were four such camps in this valley. He had noticed it secretly before, and the mercenaries had almost been broken up-but he believed that this would not cause any trouble for those experienced fighters.
The other good news is that three people have been assigned to the same camp as him, and he has found marks outside those sheds.
But whether it is good news or bad news, none of these can solve the most realistic problems at present. Brando frowned in distress, and finally hesitated to walk towards the dark room-his expression at the time was not hesitating to walk towards the execution ground.
Of course, he waved his hand without a trace before entering the door, and an invisible wind rolled up a few stones and placed a triangle on one side of the door. After being promoted to the top of the white crow swordsmanship, he can already send and receive freely.
Brando thought that this was an extremely useful swordsmanship, and when he had time, he could go to the Eruin court to find out the advanced part. However, this idea is a bit illusory, after all, how could Eruin’s palace secret sword flow out so easily—
Princess Griffin must also be proficient in this swordsmanship, but what conditions must be used to make the other party willing to teach it to herself, this is a question.
With this thought, he entered the room. Although he tried his best to restrain it, he could not help but slightly cover the position of the nose with his hands.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Then he heard an almost inaudible voice: "Cut, pampered son of the nobleman—"
This sentence is almost silent, if it is put in the ears of ordinary people, it must be inaudible, but Brando heard it clearly.
He raised his head just to see the people in the room. Then he was stunned immediately, because it was a bit too coincidental. There were no other people in this room, but the few teenagers he had met before.
He first saw the boy named Joka, who was smiling and sitting on a straw mat opposite him.
Then there was the guy called Maher next to him. This guy seemed to be the oldest of these people and the strongest one—he was a head taller than Joka, almost as tall and short as Brando.
Brando immediately judged that this guy was the one who made the noise before. He saw the opponent's hand under his clothes, and just by the movement of his hand, he guessed that there was a dagger or a short sword there. Brando couldn't help but scolded the patrolling cavalry outside in his heart again—
"Some guts, but I don't know whether to live or die—" But this was an evaluation he gave to this guy after his first impression.
Then he swept his gaze to the other side, and sitting on the straw mat on the other side was a teenager who looked a little stunted. Because his limbs were thin and his head seemed to be a circle bigger than a normal person, Brando was taken aback by the look of the boy's eyes-neither Joka’s overwhelming nor Maher’s guard, but a kind of Observing look.
He is observing him.
Brando suddenly became interested. He knows very well how he is different from what he was a few months ago. He has gone through battles, killed people, and became the leader of thousands of people. He also has the strength in the golden realm. Although he deliberately hides his identity at the moment, But Brando knew that some things couldn't be hidden.
For example, look and temperament.
In fact, few ordinary people can look at him now, but this young man can look at him calmly. Brando also took a closer look at the other person in turn. He noticed a grey backpack next to the young man's straw mat, and he didn't know what was in it.
Finally he raised his head and saw the little girl who was disguised as a man in the back. She was also a little thin, not pretty, but a little delicate, and there were a few freckles on her face-although the room was dark, but in Brando But there is like day in the eyes, seeing everything clearly.
In addition to these few that he had a little impression of, there were actually three teenagers in the house, all of whom seemed to be in the same group. But this is not where Brando wants to complain.
What really made him couldn't help but slander loudly in his heart is:
There are still eight people living in such a small house. Martha is attending. Even the third-rate university that Lao Tzu attended was not so stingy. What a bastard!
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