The Amber Sword

Looking at Freya, Brando thought that she probably already had some idea of the face of these so-called local forces in Lidenburg, but it wasn't enough. He was going to make her more aware and only reality would make Freya understand what their situation was now.

Brando, of course, does not want to ruin her last glimmer of hope for the country, but sometimes it's not just a bloodbath, just a bloodbath.

Brando was never a reckless man, and he hoped Freya would learn to act steadily. Of course, he will protect them when necessary, and the bottom line is that these people can't really hurt Freya and Roman.

He watched exactly how Freya handled the crisis in his spare time, but saw her gaze far away. He glanced at it with her eyes and found it in that direction to be the eastern barracks of Riedenberg - which seemed to be the name. He saw a group of people there, tall and short, all clustered with one of the tall, middle-aged men, followed by a group of white beavers, scattered around —— it looked like nobility.

Brando suddenly found it interesting. He had no idea he was so lucky that someone had sent pillows to sleep. But Freya reacted quickly, noticing the big characters. He probably understood Freya's thoughts and had to nod his head in the dark.

From a normal person's point of view, Freya's reaction was quite correct. Of course, Brando just wants to see how she touches her head and bleeds. So sorry about this future goddess of martial arts, but Brando knows his starting point is good for each other, that's enough.

Besides, it's Freya's choice.

He turned around and the two guards were pulling out their swords and approaching Freya. Apparently, they had no idea that the girl would dare to resist when both her companions were caught, and so decisively, as soon as she jumped into the tower, she rushed towards the arms rack beside her.

They were frightened and hurried to pull out their swords to greet them. But Freya suddenly turned around and grabbed a guard's wrist with her right hand, leaning aside and waving a knife from her left hand through the armpit of the other side - from sword grabbing to uniform, the whole movement was huge, as if the guard had screamed and pulled his back down on the ground in a blinking moment.

The ponytail girl took the sword and one sword struck another guard. Three swords in a row, with the strength that grew in the battle against the Golden Demon Tree, beat the guard five steps back to the wall, and then she reversed the sword and knocked the handle on the bastard's head, causing his head to bleed to fall on his back.

Then she turned around and the momentum was so frightened that the four remaining guards, along with their captain, took a step back. Freya couldn't help but feel bitter that this was the level of the army she had always regarded as relying on in Riedenberg. She thought they were all as good as Brando, maybe a little short, but at least they should be close!

But Brando screamed beautifully. Local guards are nothing more than the level of veterans of the militias, and Freya's hands are steadily gaining access to the guard force at this point, especially if she is still calm and expensive.

But he took a look at the lightweight white infantry in the distance, and if Freya thinks that the regular army of the kingdom is also this fighting force, she's probably going to lose a lot soon.

But now all he has to do is not delay the judgment of this future martial arts goddess. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards around him and threw them out before they could react. Then turn around and grab your Pokémon Sword, a sword that will hold Roman's long sword in the hands of the two guards.

“What are you going to do?” He ran over with Roman's hand, regardless of the guard lying in mourning on the ground.

Freya glanced at him and looked over at the barracks, making no sense.

“Over there? Well, there's a way that the Yan Wang is so annoying, the kid is difficult to get involved with.” Brando laughed.

“What does that mean?” Roman asked curiously later that she rubbed her wrist. Those people were using too much power just now, and grabbing her hand was sore.

“Meaning, let's see what the big guys say. ”

Freya always thinks there's something in this guy's mouth, but there's no time to argue. She looked reluctantly at the captain of the guard, who had been paralyzed on the ground, and then took the lead out of the tower.

“Brando, Freya, she seems angry. ”

“It's okay, just keep up. ”

The businesswoman looked at him curiously.

* * * * * * * * *

Lord Kimner Seiber had been in a good mood since that day, if not for what he had seen.

He saw the young girl rushing into front of him for a moment, and the guards behind him clung her around. Seiber also saw two more people in the siege, all dressed as hillbillies, and then a rage rose in his chest.

What the fuck are these assholes doing, letting three dirty hillbillies break in here? Who's the captain on duty tonight? I want him back to eat himself!

Sebel's face was blue and white and she was about to seize. But I felt someone stabbing themselves in the back with a cane handle. He looked back and saw the disgusting businessman, the big workshop owner, Sir Burnley's face full of flesh and blood. To be honest, he didn't even want to talk to this fat man who smelled like copper, but it was good that Lord Lords was sober enough to understand that at least they were one of them now.

He looked at the other person's eyes and was shocked, and he saw Freya's shoulder badge. Didn't the militia in Butch say Madala's army had arrived in Beledore Forest? How did they get here?

He couldn't bear to throw a glimpse a little further back, hoping the big man over there hadn't noticed the disturbance. Then he pressed the sword and sighed down to the guards, "What are you doing here? Put the assassin down. ”

Assassin?

Freya was just about to say something and was stunned by it. She glanced overwhelmingly, trying to argue, but found the guards around her pulling out their swords - a clear metal tremor, like piercing her heart.

“What's going on here? ”

It was at this time that a quiet, serious voice was plugged in, making everyone unconscious. When the crowd split apart, he revealed the middle-aged man behind him, with his deep eyeballs, high nose and a grim face. He looked at everyone present with a cold, icy eye with a cane made of gold.

Sebel took a breath and whispered in her heart: "Damn it, I'm still attracted to this trouble." He turned his mind and replied unchanged: "Several civilians broke in, perhaps assassins again. ”

“Civilians?” The middle-aged frowned.

“My lord, we are not assassins. We are Butch's militia,” Freya said with a keen sense: "We are here to report that Butch is being subjected to Ma--”

The middle-aged man showed disgust and interrupted: “What's your name? ”

“Fu, Freya.” Freya felt as if she was being stared at by a snake and couldn't help but bow her head.

“What about you?” He asked Roman over there again.

“My name is Roman, uncle.” The future merchant lady blinked and replied.

Someone in the crowd couldn't bear to laugh twice, but quickly again. This time the middle-aged man's expression didn't change much, but waved: "Bring them down and wait till the question is clear. ”

“My lord, we...” Freya shocked, raising her head to explain.

But instead of listening to them, they let the guards hold the three of them together. But middle-aged people would look at it coldly, and it would say, “Wait. ”

As if his words had much effect, everyone subconsciously stopped and looked at him.

“Show me the sword in that man's hand.” He pointed at Brando with his cane.

Sword?

Everyone was stunned and noticed the shape of Brando's sword. It is the sword of an elf, famous for its beauty, and is commonly circulated as a work of art in the upper circle. Sebel couldn't help but defame himself once again, thinking that the guy who eats bones doesn't throw up has such sharp eyes that both women and swords are attracted to him.

What makes him uncomfortable is that the other person's identity and status are much higher than his. Even if he wanted to, he had to give it to me. He can't blame the forces behind each other.

He waved and several guards immediately understood, pulling out his sword against Brando.

Brando looked back at Freya and saw a glitch in the girl's face, a little glitzy. He knew about it, but at this time he had to stay calm. He shrugged his shoulders and handed over his sword.

The boy is quite acquainted. This initiative has been conceived in Sebel's heart.

A guard ran all the way with a sword and gave his hands to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up his sword indifferently, turned over his blade and read the text:

“A 'ssonston, Donamiru——"

He raised his sword and the elf sword sparkled in his hand, and everyone around him couldn't help but breathe a breath of cold air. Magic Sword, these aristocrats couldn't help but cast their eyes on Brando's pedestrians, and their hearts were more truthful about the idea of the three assassins. After all, there are no militias who carry magic weapons with them, and it is not believable to say so.

But the middle-aged man looked at the glowing leaf-shaped sword in his hand and for the first time a smile appeared on his face. He glanced at the businessman around him and asked, "Sir Burian's family is rich and knowledgeable. Can you tell me where this sword came from? ”

The nobleman, with a glimpse of sheep fat balls, hurried to roll his body and said, "I've seen some Pokémon weapons, but how can I compare them to what you've seen and heard in that circle?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied, "Well, in the face of this sword, make them feel better tonight. Tomorrow I will personally question the assassins, the two ladies, and take good care of them. You'd better tell your captain, Granson, that I don't know what they're naughty--”

His words grew colder and colder, finally leaving the guard in front of him as a cicada. Others, however, showed a profound smile, and the more obvious the adult's attitude, the better for them.

It's just two women and a sword, and they care more about the latter than they care about their own interests.

Freya's face was red from anger and she couldn't help but take a deep breath. With her teeth clenched tightly and her hands clenched into fists, Brando was afraid that she would be impulsive and reckless for a while, but luckily, now Miss Wushu is much more stable than she was when she first met him.

He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man, then at the glittering prick in his hand. I frowned. Who was that? Looks very high, but unfortunately he can't get the details of every occurrence in history, but the reaction is interesting.

But he's not too nervous, the show's still behind him.

When they were being held by many guards, Brando heard the middle-aged man asking:

“Well, let's get down to business. Mr. Seiber, when are you going to let me out of town?” The middle-aged man's voice is cold and filled with a hint of irony.

“Count, now is the time of crisis, Madala has arrived under the van Meer fortress. Butch's flanks may be affected sometime. The wilderness is too dangerous. Especially if you are His Majesty's closest minister. What reason do we have for you to be in danger? ”

The middle-aged man smiled and stopped talking.

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