The corridor is as dilapidated, narrow and dim as in memory, and the dusty planks are filled with holes left by disrepair. Brando came to a door with his impression and stopped to ask: "Is this one?"
"Yeah." A voice behind him replied softly, the voice of the lady of the staff.
Freya followed the two of them, frowning and looking at the place. When they stood on the aisle, the wooden boards made a creaking sound, and the air was filled with a choking smell of dust. If she wanted to come, even if it was The stables in Buche’s countryside were also slightly cleaner than here, and she could hardly imagine that anyone would live in such a place.
"It looks like it's locked." Brando said with a handle on the door.
"I locked it before I left." Antitina replied softly.
"Have a key?"
"Well, I have always carried it with me." Antitina fumbled for a while and took out a copper key. Brando has a good memory, and at a glance she recognized that the chain with the key was her original one. Necklace, he remembered that he had seen this necklace once or twice. There should be a beautiful crystal pendant on the necklace, but this pendant has long since disappeared. He took the key and weighed it in his hand, a little surprised: "Why would you bring this with you?"
"I don't know when it will be used." The lady of the staff replied seriously.
"It looks like it really came in handy." Brando smiled, and after a glance at her, the lady of the staff also smiled briefly.
He turned the key to open the door. Behind the wooden door was a huge black hole opened by a monster, waiting for the prey to be caught. The three of them stood at the door for a while before adapting to the sudden dimming of the light. This room was as small and dusty as in the impression, but it was kept very clean. Obviously its owner carefully arranged before leaving. Something. "Antitina, did you live here before?" Freya looked at the room in a bit of surprise. When she was in Buche, even the old warehouse of the militia was much larger and brighter than here. She always thought The lady of the staff is of noble origin, but she did not expect that she would live in such a place before following Brando.
"Um."
"But I heard Brando say that you are the daughter of the noble family..."
"My lord is not wrong, it used to be." Antitina replied: "But after my father disappeared, the creditors came to the door, and in order to pay off the foreign debt, I had to change the property to the seller. I remember shortly after that, My mother died in depression, and her life became constrained. In order to reduce expenses, this was also a last resort."
"I'm sorry, Antitina, I didn't expect you to have such a past, I shouldn't have mentioned it." Freya replied with some embarrassment.
Antitina smiled, not caring.
Brando came to the desk and lit the remaining candles. The candlelight was like a bean, barely brightening the room. The room was full of dust, but Antitina walked to the bed and opened the curtain of the bed, revealing a clean wooden bed with a slight musty smell. Brando glanced at her with some surprise, his eyes full of praise. Freya, who was also from a humble background, didn't feel so uncomfortable in this small and dilapidated room. Seeing the actions of the two, she quietly joined in and cleaned up the room. None of the three had spoken since the last time. After leaving Braggs, there seemed to be very little time like this. The house seemed a bit quiet for a while, with only a few subtle noises left, and it didn't take long for them to clean the house.
Antitina opened the window in the direction of the desk. She glanced at the window lattice, frowned, and closed it gently. She opened the drawer again and suddenly said, "Someone has entered the house."
Brando was startled slightly: "What's the matter?"
"After I left, someone came into this room."
Brando frowned: "What's the matter?"
"There should be more than one person. They came in through the window. After they came in, they checked the drawers." She walked aside and opened the cabinet. "My cabinet should have been checked too. The book inside was turned over. They seemed to be looking for it. what."
"Are you sure, Antitina?" Brando asked alertly.
"Well, the things I put on my own will never remember them wrong. Someone must have touched them."
"Would you like to ask the people around you?" Freya asked in a low voice.
"No, they definitely won't know anything," the lady of the staff shook her head: "Whether it is a thief or other uninvited guests, they will definitely not deliberately let people discover it."
"Any clue?"
"It's a little strange. It seems that these people came earlier. We didn't pay attention to footprints or other things when we cleaned the house. The dust accumulation in the house is natural, which means that these people have not been at least within these few months. Patronized."
"A year ago?" Brando thought for a moment. At that time, they seemed to have just left Braggs, and their reputation was not obvious. It seemed unlikely that anyone would notice them at that time. He thought about it for a year and replied: "If it was that time, it could only be a thief."
Antitina smiled slightly: "The thief gentlemen are afraid they will go home empty-handed regrettably."
This sentence made Brando's mind suddenly puzzled. Most of the people living on Grave Digging Street are the poorest group of people in the city. It is unlikely that those people who are mixed in the gray area of this city do not know. In this regard, in fact thieves rarely visit such places, because most of them know that these places are unprofitable. He hesitated, and suddenly heard Freya say: "There is only one bed here, Brando."
Brando was taken aback, and then he realized this embarrassing thing, he almost forgot, before this room was lived by Antitina alone, there was only one bed in the room.
Antitina was stunned, and obviously realized this. After all, all the furniture in this room is a desk, a small cabinet, two chairs and a bed. It is really hard not to make people think of it. In such a humble environment, the question of how to rest at night. "You two are going to sleep together. Anyway, with my current strength, it doesn't matter if I can't sleep one night." Brando thought for a while, and arranged like this.
"That won't work," Antitina shook her head: "You are the lord, how can the servants let the lord suffer for him? Besides, this is also because of my inconsideration."
Antitina disagreed, and Freya naturally wouldn't agree, her face was not thick enough to be selfishly enjoyable by herself.
Brando seemed to have expected this. He looked at the two of them and sighed: "I'll talk about it later. I'll go get you some food first."
Antitina nodded slightly.
In the game, there are many places to sell food in big cities like Braggs. As long as you can afford it, you can even buy food from the workshops on the street. But here, if you want to get food I'm afraid I have to go to the inn or tavern, or the bakery in the city, and further away, there is only the mill manor outside the city. There are many people in the inn and tavern, and no one knows whether they have been put in the eyeliner. Brando is naturally reluctant to set foot in it easily, and there are no bakeries on the roads near Gravedigger Avenue. But this trouble is not difficult for him. The most indispensable thing in such slums is idle idlers. It took him a few Thors to find a young man who was willing to help him run errands, and he showed his hand in front of the other party. He carved a nightingale's mark on the wall with his sword, so that the guy didn't dare to ignore the money and do nothing.
Of course, in terms of his current status, he is not short of these money, but he can't make the lady of the staff and the future Valkyrie go hungry. He is also a nobleman of the kingdom, how can he behave in front of the ladies next to him? To be so incompetent.
Seeing the deep mark he had carved on the stone wall, the young man showed a look of uncertainty. Brando knew that what the other party was afraid of was not his own swordsmanship, but the symbol he had carved. Most of the people who grew up in places like this have dealt with the thieves’ brotherhoods walking in the gray|area, and some of them even have their eyeliners, so the boy must be able to recognize that the mark left by him is the Golan-Elson thieves brothers. The kind of relatively advanced contact method between the meeting, he used to learn the knowledge of the nightingale in the game, although it is only a taste, but it is completely enough to scare this little experienced boy.
The young man was frightened by him. After taking his money, he stood there with a little shrunk and watched him carefully and asked, "My lord, is there anything else to order?"
"Do you live near here?" Brando asked.
The boy nodded.
"Do you know the occupants of that room?" Brando asked, pointing to the window of the second room next to Antitina.
"I know, there is a dead old man who lives there. Others call him Ye Xiao. He used to be a loan shark, but later he didn't know who had offended him, so he hid here." The boy replied simply.
Brando raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect that he would be a well-informed guy who caught someone casually. But then he was relieved that these young people from the lower classes themselves had nothing to do and wandered on the street all day long. Except for a few who had a hard time, most of them were unwilling to be apprentices and be controlled by others. These times Information is blocked, and it is normal for these people to be well-informed. It's just that among the rumors they know, nine out of ten are rumors, but some local customs can find them when they ask them.
"Where is this one?" He pointed to the one next to Antitina again.
"This room has been empty for a long time, my lord."
"Where is it next?" Brando moved in his heart and pointed to Antitina's room. The young man hesitated, as if thinking for a moment, before replied: "The owner of this room seems to be a downright noble lady, but I haven't seen her for a long time. I heard that she is not in good health, probably because of illness."
You just died of illness. Brando thought with no anger, but when he watched the boy talk about it as if he was talking about eating and drinking water, he knew that life and death were commonplace in such a place. In slums like Gravedigger Street, many people freeze to death and starve to death every year. Everyone understands these things. The nobles also turn their eyes and close their eyes and don't care, as if they should have been. Brando sighed, thinking at least this guy didn't lie, he really knew this place well.
He asked some non-marginal questions, and then suddenly asked: "Are people'visiting' here often?"
The patronage in his mouth, naturally, would not be a visit in an upright manner, but the thieves who were talking about, the young man understood naturally, and he couldn't help but glanced at this very stylish gentleman in awe. I decided in my heart that this was a legendary nightingale, otherwise how could he draw the symbol that he didn’t even know very well—the symbol must be the kind among thieves, but it was much more complicated than he knew. . Now he was talking more about the black words between the Brotherhoods, which made him more and more convinced of this.
"Of course not, my lord," the young man hurriedly replied, "There is no such thing as oil and water here. They are unlikely to see such a place, except for the poor mercenaries and the old and frail prostitutes|women, who would Would you like to live in a place like this?"
"There are always people who don't open their eyes."
The young man thought for a while. He probably understood Brando's meaning. He thought hard for a while before he remembered one thing: "My lord, someone from the patrol cavalry came here a year ago. By the way, they seem to be. Come to find the noble lady."
Brando remembered that they had dealt with those guys here. Is it because of this, he frowned and asked some related questions, but the boy couldn't say anything anymore, just like Antti What Tina said, whether it is a thief or an uninvited guest, is unlikely to be willing to let people notice their whereabouts. Finally he shook his head, and threw another silver coin to the boy: "Okay, go ahead, go early, go back early, I'm still hungry."
"My lord, don't worry, I promise you won't mess around with any one of them." The young man hurriedly replied with fear and sincerity.
"That's not necessary. You buy food for three people. Most of them are yours. I am not short of money, but you'd better not trouble me." Brando replied deliberately, coldly.
He asked the boy's name again. After the other party answered, he quickly ran away, as if he was afraid to stay by his side for a while. Brando couldn't help sighing. Fortunately, some of the old tricks in the game are not yet complete. Forget the light, in this world for one year, it is too easy to be a noble master, except for the swordsmanship that is the foundation of the body, other crafts are about to be unfamiliar. In the past, these things were done properly by Antitina, Fro or Cagliice. Today, he rarely took action by himself, and he has recovered a little bit of the past feeling.
He stopped and looked at the scenery of Braggs before the evening. The western sky seemed to be red, and the clouds were full of golden colors. This scene was not much different from a year ago. But at this time, he heard a sneer: "It seems that Lord Earl is really well-known, and he is not unfamiliar with these low-level things."
Brando suddenly raised his head. The house where Antitina lives is located by the Buči River across Braggs. There is a small courtyard behind the house. Next to the yard is the Buči River. A downward staircase can lead to the river, which is equivalent to a small pier. People with a little wealth will tie a small boat to the pillar next to the ladder, and they have the right to be another way of traveling. However, the tenants here are naturally not so luxurious. The stairs outside the courtyard have been abandoned for many years. The gaps between the stone steps are full of weeds that are nearly one person high, and at the moment there is an additional figure in the grass.
He squinted his eyes, and immediately recognized the other person: "Test?" That man was Viscount Testee. He had met once in Bragg's auction house, although the appearance of the other party was already very big. After the change, the blonde hair became gray and gray somehow, with many wrinkles on his face, as if he suddenly grew older for decades, but he recognized the contours of his face and the unique look in his eyes, and he called the other person’s name in one go. .
"Unexpectedly, Lord Earl would even recognize me." Teste stood on the stone steps, feeling a little bit. At the beginning, when he fought against each other in the underground auction house of this city, he almost killed this person. In a mere year, the opponent's strength growth has reached this point. He used to think he was a genius, but now he understands what a real genius looks like, but these have no meaning to him. He came here just to seek liberation.
Brando heard the other party's hoarse voice and asked with some doubts: "How did you become like this?"
"It's a long story. That experience was a nightmare for me," Tester replied. "But speaking of it, you have something to do with the Lord Earl."
"What does it have to do with me?" Brando frowned. He remembered that the only time he had dealt with this guy was in the underground auction. After that, there was no intersection. He had seen the opponent appear before and thought that He came to avenge his revenge at that time.
"If Lord Earl has time to listen to my nonsense, I can just tell you this story slowly. In return, I will tell Lord Earl some secrets about the year." Teste replied in a hoarse voice.
Brando was very puzzled, wondering if this guy came to him just to tell a story, wouldn't this guy be crazy? However, looking at him like this, he may be crazy about eight points, but he is quite interested in the secrets of the other party. He faintly feels that it may be related to the unity of everything, and now the biggest threat to him is nothing. Too that damn organization. He nodded and asked, "Here?"
"Just stay here, there is no one left or right. It is a torment for me not to delay for a moment. I really don't care to find a separate place." Tester replied.
Brando looked at this guy, wondering what kind of experience made him this way, but Test was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "It's because of the Lionheart Sword."
"Lion Heart Sword?"
Teste nodded, and then began by searching for the Lionheart Sword for the unity of all things, and slowly told the story.
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