There was no word for a night, and in the end Brando and Freya sat together silently for the whole night. The former was very preoccupied, while the latter was willing to speak, but didn't know where to start. In Freya's heart, she can't tell what kind of feelings she has for the man in front of her. Maybe she has a little admiration, but she probably doesn't have the affection for a girl. She is not sure about this anyway, but since she Knowing the established relationship between Brando and Roman, she was embarrassed by her thin face and went back in. However, when she perceives the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Antitina with a woman's unique keenness, she will inevitably be a little angry.
All night, she sat on a wooden bench and turned the thin booklet in her hands silently. The book was not too thick. She quickly turned to the last page absent-mindedly, and lifted it subconsciously. At the beginning, seeing Brando also looking at herself with bright eyes, she was a little startled, and then buried her head again, gritted her teeth and thought: "This damn flower|play|boy|child." Then she was a little frantic. He opened the booklet again, thinking wildly: "He, how can he stare at himself like that, it's so rude!"
Poor Brando, in fact, was thinking about Viscount Tester’s words and the letter from his mother. His eyes were not so much looking at Freya as they were subconsciously drifting behind her. On that wall, she didn't know that her image was already basically equivalent to the existence of the noble scum in the heart of the Valkyrie in the future.
The silence between the two continued with the long night, but it did not delay the arrival of the next morning.
When the first ray of morning light rose over the roof of the tall building opposite this dilapidated wooden building, passed through the windows here, and fell on the desk, but had not yet crossed the middle line, a tuk-tuk sounded outside the door. There was a knock on the door. Brando was the first to come back to his senses. He straightened up and found that the future Valkyrie of the kingdom opposite him put his hands on his knees, the book was placed on the back of her hands, she hung her head, and the long pony tail followed He pecked and pecked his head, and he was already asleep, but only his upper body stood upright, worthy of the title of knight of the kingdom.
Brando couldn't help being a little amused. He stretched out his hand and patted the opponent's forehead. Freya's alertness was extremely high. She immediately opened her eyes, and subconsciously went to draw the sword when she moved her hands, just before that. The book in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and she woke up suddenly, seeing this scene, her face flushed.
"Brando, I—"
"Actually, I slept for a while." Brando smiled. Although it doesn’t matter that he and Freya don’t sleep for a day or two because of their physical fitness, people’s habits are very different for a while. What's hard to change, not to mention the fact that everyone's spirits collapsed very tightly after a week of chariots and a series of fierce battles before.
"Someone is knocking on the door?"
Brando listened for a while and heard the rhythm of knocking on the door. He nodded and replied, "It's the little guy I hired." Then he came to the door, opened the door, and saw yesterday. At night, the young man stood awkwardly outside the door, but Brando noticed that the other party was still holding a basket with some bread and cheese in the basket. His eyes had just fallen on these things. The latter explained and replied as if he was afraid of his misunderstanding: "My lord, I just think you need breakfast?"
Unexpectedly, this guy is quite business-minded, Brando laughed dumbly, but his face was stern and said: "Let go, you came so early, I must have inquired about what I told you to inquire yesterday."
The young man hurriedly put the basket down. Although he still looked a little restrained, he instinctively showed a near tone: "Isn't it, my lord, what do you tell me to do, how dare I neglect, what you asked me to inquire about? , I'm already inquiring about."
"The miller named Scott, have you inquired about?" Brando asked. Scott is actually his father's name in this life, but outsiders generally call him old Scott.
"I'll check it out overnight, sir, I haven't had time to sleep, you see, this is coming to you." The boy quickly replied, as if he had an innate talent in this respect, vividly. Described: "There is indeed such a man. His manor is just south of Braggs, next to the Buch River. But I heard that he runs a mill here, but it's just a matter of decades. When His Majesty the King was in power, their family was still a foreigner, but it seemed that they had some close relations with the nobles of Karasu."
It’s just a night of inquiring news, which is a good result, but Brando knows that it’s because his father is a miller at any rate. At any rate, he is a small well-known figure in the neighborhood. If he changes to an unknown person People, I’m afraid it’s not so easy to find out the exact news. "What else?" he asked again.
"Also... Um..." The young man frowned and thought for a moment. He scratched his hair and seemed to think of trivial things: "Also... By the way, I heard that he had a son who was missing in the war. That's enough. Unlucky."
This is what I mean. Brando knew in his heart that there were not many people who knew that he had experienced later. After all, most outsiders heard about the deeds of Count Tonigel, but his original name was not widely spread. Even if a single word fell into the ears of the locals, I’m afraid it wouldn’t make people think that the descendants of the dignified Earl of the kingdom and the descendants of the sword-sage Darus would have something to do with a miller. In this era, In terms of cultural level, repeated names are too common. Not to mention civilians, even nobles sometimes have to face such embarrassment. Otherwise, how did the names of Ansen X and Obergus VII come from
He nodded pretendingly: "What about the others, I asked you to find out if this family has any guests in the recent period. Have you inquired about it?"
The boy nodded hurriedly: "It seems to be there."
"It seems to be there. Is it true or not?" Brando was very dissatisfied with this answer. His previous questions were just to determine whether this guy was talking nonsense. In fact, this question is the real focus. This guy gave him an ambiguous answer as soon as he opened his mouth.
The teenager was taken aback. He quickly checked his expression and found that this'very well-stated' employer didn't seem to be furious, so he licked his lips and added: "I think it should be. . I specifically asked people who have dealt with their home these days, and they all said no, neither visitors nor strangers staying nearby. But sir, this time I kept my eyes on it, because I wanted to Some guests may not be happy to let people know that they exist," the boy said, carefully observing Brando's expression, when he noticed a slightly surprised and mixed admiration on the latter's face and nodded. When he nodded, he relaxed and continued, "So I changed my questioning method."
"You changed your question?" Brando interrupted him.
The boy nodded.
"How did you ask?"
"I asked those people if there were any caravans, mercenaries, or other strangers passing near the old Scott’s mill recently. You know, in our place, there are always very few foreigners. Anyone? Passing by foreigners—whether they are adventurers, mercenaries or foreign merchants, our locals can tell them at a glance. My lord, please guess what I asked this time. Those people told me that it was a week ago , A team of knight masters passed by. But I know the road leading to the old Scott’s mill is a dead end, and most people will not pass there."
Brando knew that the road was not actually a dead end. The road passed through the sawmill in the south to Ridenburg, where he used to practice swordsmanship with his grandfather when he was a boy, but after the invasion of the dead, the road It was completely abandoned, and it is understandable to say that it is a dead end.
"A team of knights, what kind of knights?" he continued to ask.
"Wearing a cyan shirt, but they can't describe the coat of arms on the shirt."
"Cyan shirt." Brando murmured. He actually had the answer in his heart. Looking at the entire Eruin, the only knights wearing the blue shirt were the Highland Knights and they had no semicolons. Of course, it was not ruled out. Other forces counterfeit, but this is unlikely. It takes some courage to pretend to be them because of the risk of offending the Highland Knights. He also had to do it back then, and the entire Kingdom of Eluin was just like him. It's really hard for Touqing to find the second one. "Is it really a Highlander?" He shook his head, never figuring out what is going on with these guys bypassing him to find his parents? Do you want to regain the relationship left by your grandfather and get close to yourself? It seems that this is not necessary for those free knights.
He put away his mind, and took another look at the young man in front of him: "Your name is Di'an?"
"Yes, my lord." The young man replied respectfully. As if he was aware of something, he added very astutely: "If an adult needs my service, I can serve an adult at any time."
"Really? Then I ask you, are you willing to leave Braggs?" Brando also appreciates the agility of this young man named Dean when he inquires about the news, and the other party seems to be born with his words, words and colors. Talent, such a person was born as a nightingale, he just asked Su from the Shire, ready to build an intelligence network in Cruz and Madara, he just needs such talent.
When Diane heard such a question, a bright light flashed in his eyes. Of course he heard Brando's meaning, but he hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "I'm afraid not, my lord."
Seeing the opponent refused, Brando became a little curious, because he clearly saw that Di An was moved. He couldn't help asking, "Why, are you afraid to go out and do something?"
Di'an shook his head quickly and explained, "That's not true, my lord, but I still have my mother to take care of. My mother is not in good health, so I can't leave too far."
Brando suddenly glanced at the food in the basket on the ground, and couldn't help but replied a little funny: "Aren't these things just made by your mother?"
Di'an's face blushed, apparently he didn't expect this adult to see through his tricks long ago, and a little embarrassedly defended: "My mother's craftsmanship is not worse than those in those hotels."
Brando glanced at the young man and felt a little more affectionate in his heart. He thought that although he was walking around in the street like everyone else, he was not a real bastard after all, and he made up his mind in his heart and said to him: "You Go back first. When the time comes, I will send someone to find you; you can rest assured that if I want you to leave Braggs, I will let you take your mother. You are like this, I'm afraid your mother may not be at ease. "
Di'an was startled slightly and looked at him with some surprises: "My lord, is what you said is true?" He had vaguely guessed in his heart that Brando might want him to accept him as an entourage, and be able to follow such generosity. Of course he is willing to do things with his master, but he has never heard of that master who is willing to let his entourage drag the family.
"Do you think I am someone who has time to amuse you?" Brando replied grimly.
"My lord, you are really the most kind person I have ever met." Di'an replied sincerely.
Brando spent another silver coin to send away the new follower he had received, then lifted the basket from the ground and closed the door. He turned his head and found that Antitina woke up without knowing when she was lying on the bed looking at him embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Lord Lord, I am so useless." She saw Brando reply. After passing, he whispered. But Brando didn't bother to care about this with her. In his opinion, he was a man. It was a matter of course to let women rest when there was only one bed. He shook his head and asked, "Did you hear?"
Antitina nodded now.
"What do you think?"
"He probably didn't lie, but in this way, the people mentioned in your mother's letter, sir, should be Highland Knights." She whispered analysis.
"But what I wonder is, why do they go around such a circle to find me."
"My lord, maybe they want to bypass other nobles." Antitina replied.
In Brando's mind, there is only this possibility that can be thought of, but he is a little curious, what on earth the Highland Knights want to do after avoiding other nobles. In fact, he was very curious about these knights since the first battle of Amperthel. Even if he was the grandson of Darus, the opponent seemed to be too enthusiastic about him. Although Darus once served as the marshal of the coalition forces and held a high position in Eluin, he was never the highland knight's commander. The opponent seemed to have no affiliation with his grandfather, and even less with him. , It would be too ridiculous if it was only for the offspring of a Juggernaut to show 120,000 enthusiasm and even get involved in a war.
From the perspective of everything today, it seems that there are some secrets between the other party and his grandfather's family.
"That fellow Shire is also tight-lipped." Brando complained a little annoyedly. In fact, he had spoken to Shire before this trip, but that fellow just pretended to be crazy and acted stupidly, as if he had taken everything he had in his lifetime. Forgot, but Brando knew that it was impossible, and Metisa was a realistic example, and in his anger, he sent the guy back to the territory and didn't bother to bring him to Braggs.
But since he was sure that the guest mentioned in his parents' letter was indeed a highland knight, and not being coerced by others, he at least breathed a sigh of relief. He sighed and said to Freya and Antitina: "In short, I'll understand what their tricks are in a while."
"Brando, are you going to meet them?" Freya asked curiously.
"Naturally, otherwise, what else?" Brando replied grimly: "Besides, I haven't been home for a long time, so I should go back and have a look."
"Shall we go too, Lord Lord?" Antitina asked.
Brando nodded: "Naturally, one of you is my assistant and the other is my assistant. Naturally, you want to help me share my worries, right?"
Brando took it for granted, but the lady of the staff seemed to have thought of something else. She hung her head under the quilt, blushed, and stopped speaking.
The three of them packed their things and left the room in a short time and went straight out of the city, towards Brando’s memory of his own mill at the south of Braggs, on the “dead road” leading to the sawmill in Ridenburg and Stag Forest. This is exactly the same as Dean described. Brando originally thought that he had to find the way in his memory. It would take some memories. After all, in Brando’s memory, he has basically been away from home for two years, and from Sophie’s soul In other words, I have visited this place from the future.
But soon, the pine woodlands on the banks of the Butchi River became familiar to Brando. Two years later, it was obvious that the area had not undergone earth-shaking changes. He moved along the river beach, slowing down. He looked around, every black pine, even every section of the rock on the river beach, overlapped with his memory one by one. The feeling was very strange, as if he had come here more than once in a long dream. Same here.
He silently looked at this scroll-like scenery without saying a word, but a feeling he had never imagined rose in his heart.
That is guilt.
It has been almost two years since he left home, and there was no news in the previous year. He suddenly realized how worried his parents, especially the mother from the noble family of Caddy Rego, would worry about him. His mother was in his memory. Although Zhong is quite knowledgeable, she is still just a little woman, gentle and quiet. Apart from housework, she devotes almost all her energy to her own son.
In my memory, I never seemed to be a troublesome guy, or I would never go to such a remote place as Buche alone.
His grandfather’s sustenance and his parents’ expectations seemed to have completely returned to his memory at this moment. Even before going here, he was a little bit resistant and unfamiliar in his heart, but this feeling disappeared in an instant, and his heart was completely changed. Replaced by a deeper feeling.
That kind of feeling came so suddenly—
As if something awakened from the blood, he opened his mouth, and a wandering homecoming anticipation and timidity appeared in his heart. He looked at everything in front of him, took a light breath, and finally stopped. Footsteps.
"Brando?"
A somewhat surprised voice suddenly came from not far away. Brando shivered slightly. He looked in that direction. In that direction, a middle-aged man who was walking towards him with a donkey suddenly stopped, looking at him as if he had seen a ghost. Brando looked at the other's familiar face and blurted out: "Uncle Dawn!"
"Brando, you are really Brando, you are still alive, are you back?"
"Yeah, I'm back."
Brando only felt that there was something more in his eyes at the moment.
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