Seeing Freya looking at a loss, Brando thought she probably already had a certain understanding of the so-called local troops in Rittenberg, but it was not enough. He planned to let her know more clearly, only reality can make it. Freya knew what their situation was now.
Of course, Brando didn't want her last glimmer of hope for this country to be shattered, but sometimes she didn't just act with passion, and a rampage would only lead to bloodshed.
Brando has never been a reckless person, he hopes Freya will also learn to act calmly. Of course, he will protect them when necessary, and the bottom line is that these people cannot really hurt Freya and Roman.
He just watched Freya's handling of this crisis in his spare time, but saw her eyes fall into the distance. He was taken aback, followed her gaze, and found that it was the barracks on the east side of Ridenburg in that direction—it seemed to be called by this name. There he saw a group of people of different heights, all crowded with one of the tall middle-aged men, followed by a group of white mane light infantry, scattered around-it looked like a nobleman.
Brando suddenly felt interesting. He didn't expect to be so lucky that someone would bring a pillow when he wanted to sleep. But Freya reacted very quickly, and she noticed the big shots at once. He roughly understood Freya's thoughts and couldn't help but nodded secretly.
From a normal person's point of view, Freya's reaction was correct. Of course, Brando just wanted to see how she broke her blood. It was a bit sorry for the future Valkyrie, but Brando knew that his starting point was for the good of the other party, and that was enough.
Besides, this is Freya's own choice.
He turned his head, and the two guards were drawing their swords and approaching Freya. They obviously didn't expect that the girl would dare to resist when the two companions were both obediently grabbing, and she was so decisive that she rushed to the weapon rack on the side as soon as she jumped into the tower.
The two were shocked, and hurriedly drew out their swords to greet them. But Freya suddenly turned back and grabbed a guard's wrist with her right hand. She turned sideways, and swung a hand knife in her left hand over the opponent's armpit. From seizing the sword to the uniform, the whole action was done in one go, as if the guard screamed in the blink of an eye. He lifted his back and fell to the ground.
The ponytail girl grabbed the sword, and fought with another guard with one sword. With three swords in a row, relying on the strength that grew up in the battle with the golden magic tree, the guard retreated five steps in a row until she retreated to the wall, and then she reversed the sword body and hit the hilt on the hapless head to make him He fell on his back with a bloody head.
Then she turned around again, the momentum on her body was so scared that the remaining four guards and their captain took a step back. Freya couldn't help feeling annoyed, the Ridenberg army she had always regarded as relying on turned out to be of such a level. She thought that all of them were as good as Brando, maybe a little bit worse, but at least they should not be far apart!
But Brando screamed beautifully. The local guards are only the level of the veteran of the militia, and Freya has already been able to enter the guard team at this moment, especially her calmness and calmness, which is even more precious.
However, he glanced at the white mane light infantry in the distance, thinking that if Freya thought that the kingdom's regular army was also the combat power, then she might suffer a big loss soon.
But what he has to do now is not to delay the judgment of this future Valkyrie. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards beside him and threw them out before they could react. Then he turned around and grabbed his elven sword, and a sword flew the long sword in the hands of the two guards holding Roman.
"What are you going to do." He didn't care about the guard who was lying on the ground and wailing, grabbing Roman's hand and ran over.
Freya glared at him, then looked at the barracks, meaninglessly.
"Should you go over there? It's okay, it's the Hades that is so troublesome, and the little devil is troublesome." Brando smiled.
"What does that mean?" Roman asked curiously from behind, and she rubbed her wrist. Those people used too much energy just now, and her hands were sore.
"It means, just look at what those big people say."
Freya always felt that there was something in this guy's words, but there was no time to refute it at the moment. She glanced at the captain of the guard who had been paralyzed on the ground in disgust, and then turned out of the tower first.
"Brando, Freya seems to be angry."
"It's okay, just keep up."
The businessman gave him a curious look.
…
King Sebel, Lord Jinguo, had been in a good mood since this day, if it hadn't been for this one.
He was taken aback when he saw the girl who suddenly rushed in front of him, and the guards at the back rushed to surround her. Seber also saw two other people in the encirclement, both dressed in the attire of a countryman. After he stayed there, a surge of anger rose in his chest.
What are these bastards up to? How come three dirty hillbillies come here. Who is the captain on duty tonight, I want him to go back and eat himself!
Seber's face was blue and white, and he was about to attack. But he felt someone stab himself with the handle of the stick behind him. He looked back and saw the disgusting industrialist and master workshop owner, Sir Burnley's full face. To be honest, he didn't even want to say a word to this fat man who was full of copper stinks and caress, but fortunately Lord Lord was sober enough to understand that at least they were in the same group now.
He followed the opponent's gaze and was startled when he saw Freya's epaulettes. Didn't the militia of Buche mean that Madara's army had arrived in the Beldor Forest? How did they come here
He couldn't help but glanced at a little further behind, hoping that the big man over there would not notice the commotion here. Then he held down the sword and shouted in a low voice to these guards: "What are you doing here, take the assassin down."
assassin
Freya was about to speak, but was stunned by the words. She widened her eyes helplessly, trying to argue, only to find that the guards around her had drawn long swords—a piece of clear metal trembling, as if to pierce her heart.
"What's wrong here?"
It was at this time that a quiet, serious voice intervened, causing everyone to step aside subconsciously. After the crowd separated, the middle-aged man with a deep eye frame, a high nose bridge and a gloomy face appeared behind him. Holding a gold cane, he looked at everyone present with cold eyes.
Seber took a breath and cursed in his heart: Hell, he still attracted the trouble. His mind turned sharply, and his expression remained unchanged, and he replied: "A few civilians have broken in. Maybe it's an assassin again."
"Civilian?" The middle-aged man frowned.
"My lord, we are not assassins. We are Buche's militia," Freya eagerly distinguished: "We are here to report the news, Buche is being marred—"
The middle-aged man showed disgust and interrupted: "What's your name."
"Fu, Freya." Freya was stunned, feeling that she was stared at by the other party's cold gaze as if she was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and she couldn't help lowering her head.
"How about you?" he asked Roman over there again.
"My name is Roman, uncle." The future businessman blinked and replied.
Someone in the crowd couldn't help laughing twice, but quickly held back. This time, the middle-aged man's expression did not change much, but he waved his hand: "Take them down and wait until the cross-examination is clear."
"My lord, we..." Freya was surprised and hurriedly raised her head to explain.
But the other party didn't listen to their explanation at all, instead let the guards swarm up to suppress the three of them. But the middle-aged person looked on with cold eyes, and then said, "Wait."
As if his words had great effect, everyone subconsciously stopped their movements to look at him.
"Show me the sword in that man's hand." He pointed at Brando with his cane.
sword
Everyone was taken aback, and then they noticed the shape of the sword in Brando's hand. That is the sword of the elves. The swords of the elves are famous for their exquisiteness, and are generally circulated as works of art in the upper circles. Seber couldn't help but slander again, thinking that this guy who eats bones without spitting out bones has really sharp eyes, and he has shown both women and the sword.
What makes him uncomfortable is that the identity and status of the other party is much higher than him. Even if he wanted to, he could only deliver it obediently. He can't afford to offend the forces behind the opponent.
He beckoned, and several guards immediately understood, and drew their swords to face Brando.
Brando looked back at Freya, and saw the girl's face lost in a daze, a little dazed. He knew it was almost done, but he still had to stay calm at this time. He shrugged and handed the sword obediently.
This kid is still acquainted. This move made Sebel thought to himself.
A guard ran all the way with a sword in his hand, offering both hands to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man took the sword indifferently, turned the blade over, and read the words on it:
"A'ssonston, Donamiru—" (Elvish language: the sword grows from the light, and all enemies are afraid)
He raised the sword, the elven sword gleamed in his hand, and everyone around couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. Magic swords, these nobles couldn't help but cast their eyes on Brando and his group, and the idea that the three of them were assassins became more solid in their hearts. After all, there are no militiamen carrying magic weapons with them, and it is hard to believe them.
However, the middle-aged man looked at the faintly glowing leaf-shaped long sword in his hand, with a smile on his face for the first time. He glanced at the industrialist beside him, and asked, "Sir Burlion has a wealth of wealth and knowledge. Can you tell me the origin of this sword?"
The nobleman who glanced at the suet ball hurriedly rolled his body and said flatly, "I have seen some elven weapons, but if you want to say that you are knowledgeable, how can you compare to what you see in that circle? Heard."
The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied: "Then it is for the face of this sword to make them feel better tonight. Tomorrow I will personally interrogate these assassins and the two ladies. Take good care of you. You are the best. Tell your captain Granson this sentence intact, don’t think I don’t know their nasty—"
His words were getting colder and colder, and finally made the guard in front of him silent. However, the others showed meaningful smiles. The more obvious this adult's attitude, the more favorable it was for them.
It was just two women and a sword. They were more concerned about the latter than their immediate interests.
Freya's face was flushed with anger, and she couldn't help taking a deep breath. Gritting his teeth, clenching his hands into fists, Brando was really afraid for a while that she would be impulsive and reckless, but fortunately, the Valkyrie now is much calmer than when she first met him.
He raised his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the gleaming thorn in his hand. He frowned, who is that person? It seems that the status is very high, but it is a pity that he can't know every detail that happened in history, but the other party's reaction is interesting.
But he is not too nervous, the good show is yet to come.
When they were detained by many guards, Brando clearly heard the middle-aged man asking:
"Okay, let's get back to business. Mr. Seber, when are you going to let me out of the city?" The middle-aged man's voice was cold, full of a touch of sarcasm.
"My Lord Earl, it's a critical time now, and Madara has already entered under Vanmir fortress. But the flanks of Butch will be affected at some point. The wild is too dangerous, especially if you are a minister of your majesty. We have What's the reason for you to be in danger?"
The middle-aged man smiled and stopped talking.