As soon as Brando and his followers got off the gargoyle, they saw Roman and the pale Freya in the alley, especially the latter staring at him with a hateful look. But he felt a little funny, the dignified Valkyrie Lord would be afraid of heights, and when he thought of her pale face in the sky, it was almost the same as the girls in the previous team.
"Okay, let me talk about the current situation." Brando was afraid that Freya would settle accounts with himself after a long time.
Freya saw his trick and snorted softly. She turned her head away, too lazy to care about him.
"We have already sent the news. It is the nobles' business whether to accept it or not; then we have to find Roman's aunt and escape Ridenburg before Madara launches an attack, but that is not an easy task." Lando waved his hand to let the gargoyle fly to the eaves, staying still and watching the surroundings-he had been experimenting with the charm of the amulet since the night fell, and finally let him find a usable one.
But the attack spell is still lacking.
"Freya and Roman are registered militias, so relatives in Ridenburg will definitely file for the record. If we contact Roman’s distant relative, we might risk being discovered, especially if we don’t know if the other party is. Under reliable circumstances."
"Then Aunt Jenny is very dangerous?" Freya asked now.
Brando glanced at Roman, who was silent, and was playing with the corners of his clothes.
"Generally speaking, the opponent also has a time to react, but if our swarms of operations fail, it is very likely. In order to save time, we have to divide our troops into three ways and repeatedly confirm what everyone should do."
He took a breath and unconsciously showed the demeanor he had when he was the leader of the game. However, in reality, Brando is inevitably tense to dominate the fate of others.
His gaze stopped for a moment on the faces of the three of them, and he pointed out:
"Freya went to contact Roman's relatives."
"Me?" Freya pointed to herself in surprise.
"Yep."
"But I only know that he lives in Bonoan Market, and I don't even know the specific number. And I don't even know where the Bonoan Market is?" The ponytail girl was embarrassed.
"You can go and ask, Bonoan Market is nearby. When you walk out of this alley, there is a bar called the'Red Bronze Dragon Tales Club'. You can go there to get news." Brando suddenly smiled, "But Be careful, the hands and feet of the mercenaries in the bar will not be too clean, don't be rubbed."
Freya's face flushed, and she gave him a vicious look: "No... shameless!"
Charles was eating and laughing, thinking that he was a very interesting lord. Nobles rarely go to places like bars, but it seems that Brando knows the ups and downs of the kingdom very well. Wizards always like to be with smart people-especially knowledgeable people, and of course this young man is no exception.
"After you find the wool textile merchant named Hood, do not identify yourself first. Give him a time and ask him to meet us in the bar. You have to pay attention to his reaction and you will know that this person is unreliable. If you find out Don’t worry about the traces of the army. They won’t be stunned until they don’t know our relationship. They also hope that there will be a chance to kill us all at once."
Freya thought for a while, as if to confirm whether she could do this, and then nodded.
"What about me, Brando?" Romain blinked his eyes and asked.
"Roman, please help us contact the carriage and wait for us at the north gate. There are only two lodges in Ridenburg, so it may be monitored. If you find that one of them is different, change one. If there is a problem, you will be alone. Go to the north gate. In any case, we will leave the city as soon as the gate is opened in the early morning. If we are lucky, we may be able to leave the city before the blockade order is issued."
The businessman nodded readily.
Brando then took out the money he got from the nobleman’s relic, divided it into two and gave them to them: "Your actions on both sides may involve money. This is thirty silver coins, and half of it is more than enough for one person. If possible, Roman, you buy some more food."
The businessman nodded seriously.
"What about you, Brando?" Freya asked.
"You are under too much pressure to act alone, and the Whitemane Legion may intervene at any time. Shire and I will visit a few'old friends' to attract the attention of the guards in Ridenburg." Brando calmly Replied.
Only a genius knows how determined Brando was when he said this. His creed has always been that risks are controllable, just like going through the Xavier Mountain Road—that's because he can guarantee the safety of Roman and himself—he never considers himself a born savior or hero.
'A well-thought-out plan may fail, not to mention the chance of desperate success. 'This sentence was given to him by Brando's old team leader in the game, and he himself took it as his motto.
But this time even he himself didn't know how big the risk was, but he promised Roman in the old house of Buche. As a man, he sometimes needs some willful persistence. Brando also felt a kind of impetus that made his blood boil to support him to calm down, to accomplish such a thing and fulfill his promise.
"You are crazy, Brando!" Freya heard something in his words and stared at him with wide eyes: "You, you will be hanged, what do you want us to do?"
Suddenly she felt a little ambiguity in her words, blushed, and explained: "I mean, I don't want to be a robber with you..."
Brando suddenly felt that the girl with the wrong tongue was a little cute: "It's okay," he said, "I will invite you to join the group, if there is a chance." He thought that there must be a chance, but how confident is it to persuade him. This future Valkyrie is nothing more than.
"No chance," Freya said bitterly: "You and Roman, I'm worried about her."
"No, I believe little Roman."
The businessman raised her eyebrows and was secretly happy.
Freya gritted her teeth with anger, she thought to herself that this guy knew that she was worried about him, but he wanted to force her to speak out. What's even more annoying is that he wouldn't listen to it.
"Forget it, I don't bother to care about you," she lowered her head and pushed the ponytail behind her with her hands: "You, you yourself be careful."
The merchant girl gave him a small gesture of'everything is OK' on the side, and she shook the gesture-this is what she learned from Brando in the past two days: "I am waiting for you at the north gate. Brando! The wagon of the future merchant will only start when Brando gets in the car—"
Brando smiled after hearing a movement in his heart.
…
About ten minutes later, in the barracks of the Whitemane Legion Swordsman Group—
"You said you didn't hear the sound?"
Luc Besson picked up a piece of broken wood, pointed to the cross section and asked: "From the perspective of the degree of smashing, it is at least the level of the first level of strength. A black iron swordsman level person broke the prison door of our Whitemane Legion, and then Did you tell me you didn't hear it?"
Known as the'tiger,' Luc Besson is 45 years old this year. He has dark skin and sharp forehead like a knife. Half of his high and bulging cheekbones come from mountain people. His cheeks are flat and thin, and his eyes are sunken. With a trace of wildness. It has been ten years since Luc Besson was promoted to the head of the 104th Swordsman Regiment of the Whitemane Regiment. His further advancement depends on his reputation and qualifications in the army.
But Luc Besson is politically biased towards the Everton faction, the so-called Baathist, and it is a fact that the Whitemane Legion has already completed the process of privatizing the Earl of Pula, and now he is already unpopular in this army. List. But this does not prevent him from showing his majesty in front of his men. Luc Besson, the tiger, is not the little white face of the nobles who come up through the back door.
The general's words immediately caused several lower-level non-commissioned officers in the room to look at each other, especially the person in charge of this evening, who was even more crimson. White-maned infantry wearing blue-bottomed uniforms and pointed helmets entered and exited the room. Compared with the garrison, the biggest difference between these soldiers' uniforms was a bunch of white wolf feathers hanging from the epaulettes.
This unique ornament is to commemorate the glorious glory of this army in the "Battle of Juttings", and it is also the origin of the name of the Whitemane Legion.
"If the opponent is a Highland Knight, his apprentice obedience is not incapable of doing this." Someone said.
"For the Whitemane Legion, the point is not what your opponent did. It's what you did, with a reaction time of ten minutes. Are you a militia?"
Luc Besson's rebuke made the others silent.
At this time, an officer brought a report with his relatives and opened the door. The visitor held a pile of parchment in his hand and reported: "Commander, we have checked the information of the militia in Buche. There is indeed a name named Fu. Leia and Roman are registered, but the young man named Brando doesn't seem to be a native of Buchi."
Luc Besson couldn't expect it, he nodded the table with his finger: "Then?"
As he approached, Luc Besson nodded when he whispered something in his ear. He asked again: "What is the attitude of your majesty's emissary?"
"Master Earl didn't say it clearly, but it seemed to imply that we were executed on the spot." The officer replied.
Luc Besson was taken aback for a moment. The dignified King's Emissary could not get along with a commoner? He rubbed his chin, trying to understand the meaning behind it, but before that, the whole room was buzzing about—
"Yes, but isn't that old guy going with a commoner?"
"I think he seems to be interested in those two women, this old pervert."
"A jester, I saw him there admiring the wizard sword."
"I haven't seen a hillbilly on the market." Someone sneered disdainfully.
Luc Besson immediately patted the table to stop the messy officers. He was about to reprimand him, but at this moment, another man opened the door and came in. It was the messenger outside.
"Head, there is a fire in the local house."
"It's a big noise," Luc Besson couldn't help but screamed, and immediately stood up and ordered: "Ten minutes for you, so that the second and third squadrons can gather at the fastest speed!"
Rows of officers stood up.
He pointed to the other side again: "You two, go and monitor the predetermined target. Ma Kuilin, your mission is a hostel, you know what to do, don't be stunned."
The three people who were named bowed their heads, and did not dare to hesitate, and immediately turned to go out.
"Head, Lord Seber?"
"No need to remind. Those guys must rush to serve our king's emissary. They always have to rely on one side, don't they?"
The leader's words caused a deep laughter in the room.