The news of the death of Borg Nesson’s wife surprised Brando. Originally, he expected that the will left to him by this little nobleman would bring him an unexpected income—some nobles in Eruin The history of the family has a long history, and it is unknown if Boge Nessonzu was prominent for a while. It is possible that the leftover property will be an unexpectedly large amount of wealth.
And Brando thought that if it weren't the case, he wouldn't be specifically mentioned in his will.
But as the cripple said, the only hope now lies on the other's surviving daughter.
The cripple'Lorne' told them that the little nobleman's daughter was named Antitina, and it was rumored that she lived alone on Squirrel Street in the San Antonio district, next door to Black Pepper Lane. In recent years, a person has lived in simplicity and rarely appeared in front of outsiders. Although it is a bit strange for a weak woman to live alone and deep alone, after all, after she is a nobleman, in Eruin, who has a strict hierarchical system, most people don't dare to insult them.
What's more, such aristocratic daughters are not special in Braggs, especially for guys like lame who sell news for a living, most of the hearsay news is also 80% credible.
Brando analyzed it and thought that the cripple might have said nothing—
Of course, it is said that there are more people who have gone to "crimp" Lorne Dadang in Braggs than there are rats in Black Pepper Alley, so that there are often rumors in the hotel that the cripple dares to deceive even dragons and wizards, which shows that this man is lawless. . The young man knew this too well, so he simply put a shining silver sword on the bald guy's neck so that the cunning old fox could lead the way himself.
It was the lame Ron who usurped the idle teenagers who were taught by Redbeard Battom, and finally realized that they were not ordinary characters. Only then did they obediently and honestly let the three leave the lame without hindrance. Old nest.
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It was almost evening when the three arrived at Squirrel Street.
After the bronze sunlight passed over the buildings on one side of this old street, it smeared thick shadows on the other side of rows of wooden buildings. Because no one came to light the oil lamp on the side of the road, the whole street was silent in a lonely and silent darkness. Brando walked through the deserted streets, and the leaves were scattered by the breeze brought up by the cloak sweeping over the flagstones.
He couldn't help but looked back.
At the back, Bartom couldn't help frowning when he saw this hell of a scene, and cursed with his fiery red beard: "I came here a few years ago and it wasn't like this."
Squirrel Street is near today's Cavalry Avenue, in the St. Anthony district where the House of Nobility was located. It belongs to the once prosperous old town of Braggs. It used to be regarded as a wealthy area where nobles lived. However, the city was already deserted when the city was last planned. Now this street is no different from Heijiao Lane. It is at the same place as a secluded area. The place is even more deserted.
Because compared to the latter, there are not even hires, adventurers and prostitutes here.
But it won't be dying.
Brando breathed the dusty air, suddenly remembered something, and replied: "I want to come because of the underground cemetery."
"That's it." The cripple smiled a little, and the blade on his neck made him feel a little bit cold: "My lord, you may not know the situation as the locals like us. There was a strange incident in the underground cemetery two years ago. A line of Havel sect monks and saints who went in to clean the tomb as per usual disappeared after entering the tomb because it involved two high-ranking monks and a priest. This incident caused a sensation in Braggs at the time."
"What then? The temple didn't trouble the old fellow Nagin, I don't believe it." Bartom asked.
"Of course not. Under the pressure of the temple, Lord Earl urged the Blade Cavalry to send a team into the search, but they were attacked by monsters, and in the end only one person ran out unconsciously." The cripple replied.
"Damn it," Bartom murmured.
While talking, the three of them walked along a dark staircase into an old apartment under the leadership of the cripple. The three-storey wooden building is a bit like suffering from severe asthma. When people step on the floor, they make a creaking sound, as if the whole corridor is trembling in a cold war and is about to collapse at any time.
Brando couldn't help stopping when he saw this scene, and stabbed the ceiling covered with cobwebs with a thorn of light, and asked: "Cripple, what is this place? If I remember correctly, Borg Nei Although Song has been missing for many years, his family situation shouldn't be down to this level?" He coughed as he spoke.
"His daughter moved out of her home more than a year ago, as if it was because she was cheated." The cripple replied.
"Aristocratic daughter." Bartom murmured.
Brando glanced at his neck and was silent.
The three finally stopped in front of a door at the corner of the aisle. Brando put away his sword and knocked on the door. He almost suspected that the cunning old fox was deceiving himself again, but after a short while, after a violent coughing sound behind the door, a soft questioning voice came: "Who?"
Brando was startled, then turned around and asked: "She is not in good health?"
"I don't know." The cripple shook his head.
Brando thought for a while and replied outside the door: "Ms. Antitina? I am a friend of your father, Mr. Nesson. I have some of his things to give you."
There was silence behind the door, and the low, soft girl's voice immediately replied, "What is it?"
Brando took out the suicide note.
"His letter."
Behind the door was a soft sound of a chair being dragged away, followed by a long hesitation, and then came to the door with a sound of footsteps and a soft cough. The girl asked quietly in a slightly expectant voice behind the door: "Sorry, but can I send the letter in from below?"
Brando looked at the crack in the door below, thinking that the little girl's alertness was quite high. But thinking about the other party's experience of a weak girl living alone in deep in the past few years, it will be relieved. He nodded and replied, "I understand—"
"thanks."
The letter was passed under the door, and there was a rustling sound of opening the letter paper. Then there was a long silence. Just as Brando was wondering what conspiracy the other party was about to play, the door opened with a creak.
Behind stood a young girl in moon-white pajamas.
She held the door with her slender hands, panting, but she was still calm, not tall, only reaching Brando's chest. The girl has beautiful black hair like a waterfall, against the faint candlelight in the room. The edge seems to be plated with golden light—the edge of her long hair hangs down to the waist; she looks at the three people outside with warm black eyes. A little nervous.
"My father—?" Her eyes finally fell on Brando.
Brando nodded.
The thick, thick eyelashes of a girl's brush hang down.
She thought for a while and replied: "Actually, I should have expected it a long time ago. But fortunately, my father and mother are at least together, so I might feel more at ease."
Brando was a little surprised by Antitina's composure. He originally thought that this should be a weak noble lady who had no ability to do things. He looked over the girl and looked back. The snail house where the other party lived was not very comfortable—a dilapidated bed and a desk were displayed in the dimly lit room. The dim candlelight on the desk had been burned for a little while, reflecting Those scattered papers on the ground.
This is almost all the belongings.
It seemed that the conditions were bad, just as he imagined. But this little girl is still a scholar? Brando couldn't help but think of the thick books on the desk.
"Sorrow and change, Miss Antitina." Brando thought for a while and replied.
Antitina raised her head and glanced at him, coughed twice, and asked, "Do you want to ask about the property mentioned in my father's suicide note, sir?"
Bartom and the cripple on the side heard them in a cloud of mist.
"Exactly." Brando hesitated, and then chose to be honest-completing a task is as natural to him as making a deal, or vice versa. He doesn't feel ashamed of this. Open up. Besides, he thinks that getting the money will be good for him and the young lady.
But Antitina folded the letter, her beautiful eyebrows frowned: "But I never heard my mother mention such a place."]
"It turned out to be in debt -" The cripple seemed to have a taste, and when he talked about this old line of business, he made him full of energy: "Brando, leave this to me."
He said shrillly, and glanced at Brando's face with his eyes. He could see it, the former Maotou boy is now a character, especially the tall mercenary next to him, his skill is even more extraordinary. The cripple couldn't find a few people with such power in his limited knowledge. He couldn't help but compare the other party with a few noble guards he knew, and the result was still that the former was better than the other.
I don't know why such a character would be willing to serve Brando, but now the cripple couldn't help being a little more cautious.
"No, lame." Brando waved his hand and declined his kindness.
"Repaying debts is justified." The cripple replied vigorously from behind, but when he saw Brando's fingers touch the hilt of the sword, he immediately shrank his neck and swallowed the second half of the sentence into his stomach. Just still whispered in a low voice: "There are rules for doing things, and there are rules for doing things..."
Brando looked at the girl's clear eyes, as if she was recognizing whether she had lied or not—the girl’s eyes had some worries, but he didn't squint—it didn't look like she was deliberately deceiving. But Brando was a little unwilling to leave just like that, he couldn't help frowning. But after thinking about it, he could only laugh at the end: "Forget it, it's okay. It's just a matter of effort."
After all, Brando could not agree with the point of view of the cripple, and for a little benefit, he could drive people to a dead end. Originally, Antitina lost her parents, and now life is considered embarrassing, making people feel embarrassed. What can he want from her? Of course, there is a way for the cripple, but if he does that, it's strange that little Roman doesn't kill him in one bite, not to mention that it's even more serious if Freya knows it.
But the girl coughed, but for a while she stood up straight again and shook her head: "Sir, I don't need your charity."
Brando was taken aback.