"Sword, sword energy..." The cripple's expression changed.
He couldn't help taking a closer look at Brando, suspecting that this young man was not the one he knew. The Brando he knew was just a young man who had just come out of the militia. Perhaps he had a small reputation in swordsmanship, but he wouldn't have become a master of swordsmanship with the power of the elements before he didn't see him for half a year, right
Antitina grasped the door frame tightly and released it again, the sudden change almost surpassed the limit of her imagination. The girl bit her lip, and she never thought that the one who brought her father’s news was a swordsman of thorns (golden tier), such a young swordsman, she couldn’t help thinking that this young man was actually a swordsman. A reveler born with the first level of power
Battom embraced his arms, still calm, he saw the reactions of others in full view, couldn't help but smile in his heart: the first time he saw the knight perform such a sword skill, he was shocked. people? Of course, he has a faint sense of superiority, because he knows Brando's real strength does not stop there.
As for the "security cavalry" on the opposite side, they were already shocked. They had guessed Brando’s identity as much as possible—but their poor imagination could be exhausted, and at most they could only think that the other party might be a nobleman, closer. One step may be a descendant of a large family. Going up, they dare not think about it.
But who could have imagined that such a young wattled swordsman would appear in front of him
Of course, perhaps Brando is not a great swordsman at all. But he didn't mind creating such an illusion in front of these people, and just as he expected, the impression at this moment has been deep in these people's hearts, enough to make them retreat.
Brando then retracted the sword and replied: "Have you heard, this young lady said, her father doesn't know any Viscount Tester."
"But..." The leader finally recovered from the shock, with a tangled expression on his face, and he spoke subconsciously.
Brando quietly gestured to Bartom.
"What, don't you get out!" The red beard mercenary glanced at Brando, then turned his head and ordered harshly.
Several people looked at each other, and the other party made it clear that they didn't want to reason with them-they were familiar with this attitude, but they usually disdain to reason with others. They wanted to do it directly, but there was a swordsman who stood opposite—even if his bodyguard shot, even the young man could put them all down in ten seconds.
The man who took the lead was almost suffocated by the suffocation, but he took a breath and forced it to endure, and replied: "I understand. Mr. has made up his mind to intervene in this matter. Then I hope that Mr. will let us understand. , Who is going to fight against Lord Testor?"
Brando took a look at this guy, thinking that this is a personal thing, and he used words to run him. If he were a real nobleman, he might still be fooled, but it's a pity that the'player' has never had this attribute. But he is also secretly wary, because if he refuses to answer-it may cause these people to doubt his identity.
This person in the lead is a bit clever, and this kind of scheming to put on the table can be said to be a conspiracy. "Owl" Jon, Brando wrote down the name secretly.
He thought for a moment, smiled in his heart, took out a piece of paper from his arms, then folded it in half and threw it over: "Give this thing to your Viscount Lord. As for my identity, you are not qualified to know."
The people on the opposite side were slightly startled, staring at the folded piece of paper on the ground in a daze.
Unexpectedly, these people had to pick up the pieces of paper obediently and retreat from the same path in a desperate manner. They just took a deep look at the cripple, and didn't even say a single extra word. Of course, the initiative was entirely in Brando's hands, and it was only self-humiliating to speak again.
Brando turned his head when he saw the last person disappearing at the corner of the corridor. The first thing he saw was the cripple with twinkling eyes. He couldn't help but smile, and asked as if intentionally or unintentionally, "What are you thinking, Lorne." Sir?" In fact, apart from Bartom among them, only the lame man knew his true identity.
Bartom can be trusted naturally, but this cunning old fox is hard to say.
"No, nothing." The cripple hurriedly denied.
This little old man felt bitter in his heart. He didn't expect such a big storm to lead the way. He would have never come to this muddy water if he had known that it was Brando who stabbed him to death with a sword. Needless to say if you offended Tester, the last glance of the other party undoubtedly showed that they had at least remembered him, and it is estimated that life in Braggs would not be so easy in the future.
And this is second, he understands this, and he believes that the young people around him naturally understand this. As for Brando's belief in him-I am afraid that even the cripple himself can't believe in himself, but he happens to know Brando's true identity. Will he go to Viscount Tester to explain and reveal Brando's true identity? Don't think about it, because he thought so before.
But he couldn't help but glanced at Brando, this young man would not give him this opportunity.
What would Brando do? If it was the old Brando, maybe it’s not good, but now this young man as a swordsman is obviously much more determined than he was before leaving Braggs. The cripple couldn’t help his vest when he thought of this. With chills, he can almost imagine his fate.
The more he thought about it, the more he was afraid, and finally shuddered.
"Bu, Brando, if you kill me, they will doubt your identity." The cripple couldn't help but stammered.
"The same goes for missing." Brando smiled.
"Exactly, exactly." The cripple replied bitterly.
"But you don't want us to believe you, Mr. Lorne, how likely do you think this is?" Brando asked.
"Yes... Then a little bit."
Brando glanced at this guy, a little disgusted, but shook his head: "I won't kill you, lame."
The cripple'Lorne' was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Brando in disbelief. A gleam of light flashed in his small eyes, as if thinking about why this young man would say such a thing to lie to him? It seems unnecessary, but Brando doesn't look like such a naive person at the moment. He thought hard for a long time, but he didn't know why.
Does this young man have the evil taste of playing with prey? He couldn't help being a little creepy the moment he thought about it.
But Brando replied, "Have you ever heard of this thing, lame."
"what?"
"You don't know? It's okay, you just need to understand, as long as you hand in one of these things, we are all in the same group." Brando replied with a slight smile.
"Are you going to pull me into the water?" The cripple took a breath, and the young man's smile became a bit similar to that of the devil in his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, thinking about it, there is only this way. But how can we gain the trust of the other party
Informer? But he was not familiar with the Viscount Tester at all.
Go to kill the other person? Nobles would not care about such trivial matters.
The cripple hesitated for a long time, but waited until Brando said lightly: "Cripple, did you commit anything in Anlek before doing this?"
There seemed to be a thunder in the cripple's heart, and his expression changed. He couldn't help looking at Brando as if he had seen a ghost: "No... No."
"That nobleman is called—"
"Don't say it!" The cripple screamed, his face grayed out, sweating like he was caught from the water, panting, raising a hand and shouting: "I understand. Brando, don't say any more. I know what to do, hell, Brando, you must be a devil, I haven't offended you!"
Brando smiled. The cripple killed a local aristocratic family in Anlek thirty years ago, changed his name and ran to Braggs, which is a famous quest line in the "Amber Sword". The future fate of this guy is not good, after all, he was hanged-but it was not the cripple's fault, and the nobleman is not necessarily a good thing in the story.
But at this moment, when he said the matter, it was nothing more than forcing the cripple to get on the boat. In Eruin, what the cripple committed was almost second only to rebellion and rebellion. He believed that even Viscount Tester could not shelter this guy in this matter. Only by relying on this kind of handle could he control this cunning. Outrageous guy.
But he saw that the cripple was a little unstable, so he comforted him and said, "Well, cripple, don’t worry, I don’t want to use this to coerce you. I know the cause and effect of the whole thing. The fault is not yours, but I No intention to be a messenger of justice, just to protect yourself. As for you to follow me, I at least guarantee that Viscount Tester will not trouble you-I hope you remember that this is a win-win transaction, not one party to the other obey."
The cripple gave him a suspicious look.
"Don't you believe it? The piece of paper I gave them says everything, lame." Brando replied.
"What is that piece of paper?" Bartom couldn't help asking.
"A small habit, I think Tester will definitely suspect him as a reasonable opponent based on that note." Brando smiled slightly. He doesn't know if Viscount Tester will have an affair with the unity of all things, but whether he is afflicted or not, first pick up the contradiction between him and the'tree shepherd'.
The action of his origami paper and throwing it to the ground came from a great swordsman named'turtle-dove', the earl of'turtle-dove', this guy is one of the core members of the'tree shepherd', and even belongs to the Duke of Golan-Elson The main political enemy. At the same time, in private, he is also the admirer of Testor's fiancee. Brando thought that the status of this old enemy and part-time lover should be enough for our Viscount Lord to have a headache.
Maybe Viscount Tester will finally clear the fog, but it doesn't matter, Brando has no loss anyway. He is not a templar in the Temple of Flame, so he can't face the enemy and speak the truth.
After listening to this, the cripple couldn't help being a little dazed, then raised his head and took a deep look at Brando, and couldn't help but replied: "I really doubt whether you are the devil, Brando, you weren't like this before. ."
"This is also forced by the situation." Brando shrugged, and then turned his gaze to Antitina, who was listening to them.
"What are your plans, Miss Antitina?" he asked.
The girl lowered her head, knowing that the right to choose was no longer in her hands at this point, and she couldn't help but wonder if her previous judgment was wrong. After all, the young man didn't seem to be as polite as she thought. After thinking about it, she could only replied in a low voice reluctantly, "Aren't you thinking about me, Mr. Brando."
Brando smiled, Antitina's cleverness should make many of the same noble daughters embarrassed, I really don't know what kind of growth environment can make such a girl. But Antitina doesn’t mind, and he doesn’t need to be hypocritical. He patted the scroll in his arms and replied: "Miss Antitina, I actually like your talent and ability. I hope you will hire you for me. Effectiveness. I need your ability, and in return, I am willing to support you in the research of magical technology. Of course, as my person, I will naturally guarantee that you will not be harassed by those guys before."
Antitina coughed twice, then she raised her head to look at Brando, a pair of bright eyes looking directly at Brando's eyes as if confirming whether the other party was lying—
"You want me to make these machines for you? But my mentor said that my talent in this area is not outstanding."
"Indeed," Brando nodded, "But there are many craftsmen who make and design magical devices, but I can find people who are accomplished in designing'that', but you are the only one."
"That's just a semi-finished product." Antitina became serious and interrupted him. But then she realized her rudeness and couldn't help but bowed her head and shrank back.
But Brando didn't mind, he asked back: "Miss Antitina, you sent me a semi-finished design as a thank you, which affirmed its value. So why not allow me to give this design A higher evaluation of the picture-there is an old saying in my hometown that everything is difficult at the beginning. This sentence is enough to evaluate the value of your design."
The girl was startled slightly, her eyes lit up: "Everything is difficult at the beginning?" She raised her head again and asked tentatively: "Then, Mr. Brando, you are really willing to help me walk this road. Go down?"
"Frankly speaking, I don't have the funds now, or even a foothold, but I think I will have it soon." Brando replied frankly, "Is that right, Mr. Lorne?"
"Exactly! Exactly!" The unidentified cripple nodded hurriedly.
Antitina thought for a while and bit her lip. "Okay," she nodded, and there was a decisive addition in her bright eyes: "I accept your offer, Mr. Brando. But I don't want to be idle. Until you have enough strength, I am willing to be you. Only when I see it with my own eyes — I will be relieved, besides, I believe I have this ability —”
She replied, staring straight at Brando.
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