The "Red Bronze Dragon Tales Club" is such a bar. Its door opens on the street between Bonoan Market and the Bridge of Travellers. It is open all night and faces mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes and peddlers of unknown origin. Merchant with cargo.
If you can tolerate the messy atmosphere and vulgar slang, this is a good place to have fun. There are cheap ale, barely dressed waitresses, and enough food to fill your stomach. You are here to drink all night. It won't take a few coppers—you can even whistle as much as you like without worrying about the guards catching you in the dungeon for a night.
However, Freya couldn't help being a little trembling when she approached this place where the dirt was hidden. The little country girl was holding her long sword in her hands, full of hints from Brando.
She blushed with a small face and lowered her head, carefully walking through the crowd, because she was a little too frightened that even the pony tail was drooping. Freya couldn't help but wonder what would happen if someone insulted herself suddenly? Do you want a sword to chop off his hand? Or stabbed him with a sword
She secretly glanced at the exposed waitresses, her ears became hot, she only thought how could this be done! What a shame!
Freya walked to the counter with a sword in both hands, and the chubby barkeeper held her cheek and looked at her from head to toe: "This is not where you should be, girl."
Freya flushed, and realized that Brando was lying to herself. She couldn't help gritting her teeth, holding the sword squeaky, but she didn't feel embarrassed to lose her temper in front of strangers. But when she thought of her previous performance, Freya couldn't help but not look up: "Um, I'm here to inquire about someone..."
Reto saw that the girl in front of him was almost lowered to the bar, and couldn't help being a little bit amused: "The bar is the place where news is sold, but we don't provide free service for the little girl!"
"I know, I will pay, please tell me."
"Well, who do you want to ask?"
"Hood, that's the textile merchant at Bonoa Market."
"That guy, are you a relative in his country?"
Freya shook her head quickly: "No, it's just that someone entrusted me to send him a letter."
Reto shook his head, but at this time, a group of guards passed by in a hurry. He keenly felt that the little girl in front of him tightened imperceptibly. He has been a bar owner for ten years, and his skill in observing words and colors is unmatched in the vicinity. Through this detail, he immediately smelled something unusual.
But the dramatic thing is that the guard turned upside down after passing by. He shouted outside the door: "Reto, by the way, have you seen any suspicious characters."
Reto lowered his head and saw the girl pretending to be calm in front of him, but her fingers were pale with tension. He sighed and asked, "Are they looking for you?"
Freya was startled, and subconsciously held down the hilt of her sword.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a professional habit."
Freya was taken aback. At this moment, her thoughts were flashing, and she was so blessed that she said: "I, I have money, can you hide it for me?"
"One hundred Thor, are you rich?" Reto smiled. There is a mixture of dragons and snakes here, and it is commonplace to hide a fugitive, besides, he sees this little girl quite pleasing to the eye.
One hundred thor is a silver coin, and Freya nodded quickly.
When several guards walked in from outside, Leto happened to hide Freya in a wooden barrel behind the bar. None of the people in the bar match the army, and naturally they will not stand up and identify. What's more, each line has its own rules, like this place where the three teachings and nine streams are mixed, there are also their own rules.
This is the so-called gray area. The guards in the city will come to inquire about the news in the bar, and the illegal businessmen and thieves are the same. They all know each other's existence, but they abide by the rules and will not tear their skins face to face.
This is the rule of the game.
But Leto thinks so, Freya, who hasn't been involved in the world, is different. As soon as she hid in the dark wooden barrel, she regretted it, and couldn't help but say to herself in her heart: Freya, Freya, have you never thought that others will betray you? You really can't do anything, are you still the captain of the third squad of the Butcher militia
She heard the barkeeper chatting with the guards one after another outside, and her nervousness was beyond words. She was afraid that the other party would suddenly open the lid and pull her out, although she said nothing, but she also knew what would happen if she was caught.
But after a while, she heard someone knocking outside. Said: "They are gone, come out."
Freya then opened the barrel and saw that there was no one outside. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but saw everyone in the bar looking at her with a smile, and some even raised their glasses to signal to her.
"Well, the little girl dared to fight those guys in the army!"
"Come on, a toast!"
Freya couldn't help but flushed, and said to the bar owner, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me, I will accept you a total of one hundred and ten Thor," the chubby boss smiled. He beckoned and called out a plain leather skirt from the room inside, dark skin tied with a long twist. The braided girl came to her and said, "This is my daughter, let her take you to Hood's house. By the way, little girl, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't run around alone at this late hour, where's your companion?"
Freya couldn't help but think of that guy Brando. She wanted to be angry but couldn't hold her temper. She thought that Brando might not have the heart to let her come out and temper herself. Thinking about her previous performance, she was ashamed or ashamed.
She couldn't help tightening her sword tightly.
"My name is Su." The girl looked at her and stretched out her hand: "I occasionally help my father to see this shop, but now it happens to be free, come with me."
"Thank you, my name is Freya."
…
"Someone is fishing in troubled waters, Lord Lord."
Charles replied, staring at the flames of the tall buildings in the distance.
Brando frowned, unexpectedly there was still a force outside of the two sides in the city. The fire in the House of Nobility did not help him, but caused him a lot of trouble.
However, this time is really well grasped, he thought for a moment-the opponent should at least be an insider, at least knowing that they have escaped from prison.
He recalled the situation at that time, maybe it was one of those nobles at night. But who? What is the purpose of the other party? Brando shook his head and threw these messy thoughts out of his mind. Although he was a little unhappy when he was taken advantage of, he had no right to be unhappy as an insignificant little person.
"I hope it won't cause too much trouble," he said, "but we don't need to be affected. Since someone can help better, we just need to work on our own affairs?"
"But you haven't answered yet, what are we going to do, Lord Lord." Charles asked on the side.
"Someone borrowed a sword from me, of course I am going to get it back." The Obergus VII that Brando knew was not a generous person, but he didn't know how close the so-called Majesty's minister was.
"Who?"
"An earl."
Charles snorted: "I have never seen anyone more lawless than you, Lord Lord. Do you really think the noose is not strong enough for your neck?"
"We escaped from the dungeon to be hanged. In that case, how can we care if the noose around our neck is one or two?" Brando couldn't help laughing, and to be honest, he was also nervous. Very, but he found that his subordinate is still a very funny person.
"That's true, but what do you plan to do, Lord Lord?"
"If you attack from the front, of course, the bigger the movement, the better."
Charles couldn't help but glanced at Brando. Although he talked and laughed freely, his bloodless face and pale hands still showed the tension in his heart. But even so, the other party calmly and calmly arranged his plan there.
"What will happen if you die." Brando thought for a while and asked.
"Of course the card will go to the graveyard if it dies on the battlefield. I will stay there until you have a way to fish me out, Lord Lord." Charles replied.
"If I say that, I will be more careful."
Brando said, calculating the time in his heart. After roughly calculating how much time he had available, he raised his right hand and let the gargoyle in mid-air catch—
Charles also raised his hand.
The two looked at each other and nodded. The gargoyle rose quickly into the air, and under the cover of night, flew towards the grove on a hill in Ridenburg.
The wind whispered around their ears, and Charles couldn't help asking: "Lord Lord, are you sure that a Count Lord will live in such a forest temporarily? Not the castle behind you?"
He was referring to the castle on the small island in the center of the Song River and the Webster River.
"What are you talking about, it's too windy, I can't hear you?"
"I mean, Lord Lord, are you flying in the wrong direction?"
"Me? Of course not. Did I say that I'm going to trouble the Lord Earl soon?"
"Then what are we going to do?"
"Of course I go to Lvup! To be good at work, you must first sharpen your tools, understand?"
"Lvup? Is this some ancient language?"
"Nonsense! Let me tell you that there are three indicators in a game that will always exist, that is, skills, equipment and attributes." Brando shouted in the wind: "When you look at these three indicators, they There is always one who can help you. If you will grow into a great mage one day, then you must thank me for telling you this secret."
"game?"
"Life is like a game, and games are like life, understand?"
"I can barely understand, Lord Lord, you are really unpredictable -" Charles said in a wrong tone, and only felt in his heart that it would be so cold when flying in the air at night, and felt like his hands and feet were freezing.
Brando stared at the forest, thinking that he had at most fifteen minutes left.
…
Inside Yusong Castle—
The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and looked carefully for a while, then put down the leaf-shaped sword in his hand. His complexion remained unchanged, still the stern expression in front of the person, but the coldness in his eyes became more obvious.
"What do you think?" the figure behind him asked.
"This should be the sword. I don't know how the young man got it. But in any case, he must disappear into this world. It's the two women around him that are good, and I like it very much."
"It doesn't hurt to have a little hobby, but don't delay business matters."
"I won't give them a hint. How can those short-sighted idiots think of acting in my name. But they kill people, no matter whether they are flattering or flattering, no one will doubt us. Only. It just needs to make everything look reasonable. As for personal reputation, when do we care about this?"
A sneer appeared on the thin lips of the middle-aged man: "You also said that it doesn't hurt to have a little hobby."
The man smiled and looked back on the sword: "Do you see any clues?"
The middle-aged man shook his head: "How easy is it."