The Amber Sword

As soon as Brando and he descended from the Stone Ghost, he saw Roman and Freya, pale in colour, in the alley, especially as the latter stared at him with a hateful look. However, he felt a little funny. The goddess of martial arts was afraid of heights. When he thought of her appearance in the sky, she was similar to the girls in the previous team.

“Well, I'll tell you what's going on.” Brandoson feared that Freya would settle her own accounts after fall, and said after a long time on the ground.

Freya saw his trick and hummed softly. She was too lazy to compare with him.

“The news has arrived that it is a matter of nobility to believe or not; next we must find Roman's aunt and escape from Riedenberg before Madara strikes, but that is not an easy task.” Brando waved his hand and let the Stone Ghost fly to the roof, stationary and watching - he had been experimenting with the spell of the talisman since the night of the day, finally letting him find one that was available.

But the spell of attack is still lacking.

“Freya and Roman, you are registered militias, so relatives in Lidenburg will definitely file. If we go to contact Roman's distant relative, we may run the risk of being discovered, especially if we don't know that the other person is unreliable. ”

“Isn't Aunt Jenny dangerous?” Freya just asked back.

Brando glanced at Roman, who was silent and bowing his head to play with his horn.

“Overall, the other party also has a reaction time, but if our beehive operation fails, the chances are high. In order to save time, we have to divide our troops into three tracks and repeatedly confirm what everyone should do. ”

He took a breath and unconsciously took out the style of being head of the game. But in reality, Brando inevitably has a little nervousness about dominating the fate of others.

His eyes stopped on the face of the three men for a moment, identifying:

“Freya went to contact Roman's relatives. ”

“Me?” Freya pointed at herself in surprise.

“Mmm.”

“But all I know is that he lives in Bonoan Market and doesn't even know the exact number. And I don't even know where Bonoan Market is?” The ponytail girl has a hard face.

“You can ask, Bonoan Market is nearby. Out of this alley there is a bar called the Red Copper Dragon Story Club, where you can go for news.” Brando laughed suddenly: “But be careful, the mercenaries in the bar aren't too clean, don't get oiled up. ”

Freya's face blushed, and she glanced at him violently: "No... shame! ”

Charles laughed while eating and laughing, and thought it was fun to be a lord. Nobility rarely goes to such vulgar places as bars, but it seems that Brando knows the kingdom well up and down. Wizards always like to be with intelligent people - especially the knowledgeable ones - and of course this young man is no exception.

“When you find the wool textile dealer named Hood, don't identify yourself, give him time to meet us at the bar. If you pay attention to his reaction, you'll know he's unreliable. If you find traces of the army, don't worry, they won't spook the snakes until you know what we're dealing with. They also want an opportunity to knock us all out. ”

Freya thought about it like she was checking if she could do this, and then nodded.

“What about me, Brando?” Roman winked and asked.

“Roman, you go get us a carriage and wait for us at the North Gate. There are only two hostels in Riedenberg, so it's possible to be monitored, if you notice anything wrong with one of them, change to the other, and if there's a problem, you go to the North Gate alone. Anyway, we leave town as soon as the gate opens in the morning, and if we're lucky, we might be able to get out of town before the blockade order is issued. ”

The merchant lady nodded softly.

Brando then takes out the money from the noble relic and gives it to them in two parts: “Both of your actions may involve the use of money, which is 30 silver coins, more than half a person, and if possible, Roman, you buy some more food. ”

Miss Merchant nodded seriously.

“What about you, Brando?” Freya asked.

“You are under too much pressure to act alone, and the White House Legion could be involved at any moment. Charles and I went to visit some 'old friends’ to draw the attention of the guards in Lidenburg.” Brando replied without panic.

Only a genius knows how determined Brando was to say that. His creed has always been manageable, like passing through the Xavier Hills - because he was confident that Roman and himself would be safe - and he never considered himself a natural savior or hero.

‘Thoughtful planning has the potential to fail, not to mention the chance of success.’ This sentence was given to him by Brando's old captain in the game, and he himself was quoted as the motto.

But this time he didn't even know how risky it was, but he promised Roman at his old house in Butch that, as a man, he sometimes needed some arbitrary perseverance. Brando also felt at the moment a motivation to bring his blood to a boil to support him in calming down, completing such a thing and fulfilling his promise.

“You're crazy, Brando!” Freya heard what he was saying, staring at him. “You, you're going to be hanged. What do you want us to do? ”

She suddenly felt a little confused and blushed, explaining: “I mean, I don't want to be a bandit with you...”

Brando suddenly feels a little cute about this uncomfortable girl: “It's okay,” he said. “I'll invite you to join us if I get a chance.” He thinks there must be an opportunity, just how confident he is to convince this future goddess of martial arts.

“No chance,” Freya said with hatred, "you go with Roman, I'm worried about her. ”

“No need, I believe Little Roman. ”

The businesswoman frowned and was secretly happy.

Freya chewed her teeth straight, thinking the guy knew what he was worried about, but had to force her to say it. And furthermore, he wouldn't listen.

“Never mind, I don't give a shit about you," she lowered her head and put her horse's tail behind her with her hands: “You, be careful yourself. ”

The businesswoman gave him a little ‘all right' hand gesture while she swayed it —— that's what she learned from Brando the other day: "I'll wait for you at the North Gate, Brando! The next big businessman's carriage won't start until Brando gets aboard."

Brando heard his heart move and laughed.

* * * * * * * * *

About ten minutes later, in the White Beard Legion Swordsman's camp--

“You said you didn't hear voices? ”

Luc Besson picked up a broken piece of wood, pointing to the cross section and asked: "To the extent of crushing, at least the level of first-level power. A man of the Black Iron Swordsman level broke through the gates of our White Beard Corps, and you told me you didn't hear? ”

Luc Besson, known as the 'tiger', is 45 years old this year, with dark skin and a sharp, angular forehead, like a knife cut. Half of the tall cheekbones come from mountaineers, flat cheeks, lean, and a wild look in the deep eye. After ten years of promotion to the rank of Commander of the 104th Swordsman of the White Horse Legion, Luc Besson relied on his reputation and seniority in the army for further advancement.

But Luc Besson was politically biased towards the Everton faction, the so-called Baath Party, and it was true that the White House had already completed the process of privatizing Count Pratt, and he was now unpopular in that army. But it did not prevent him from demonstrating his majesty in front of his own ministry, and 'tiger’ Lucbetson was not the nobleman's white face who came through the back door.

The words of the general immediately gave the face of several of the junior officers present here, especially the man in charge of the operation this evening, even more so. In and out of the room, white-headed infantry in Randy's uniform with a pointed helmet, the biggest difference in these uniforms compared to the guards is a bunch of white wolf feathers draped down on their shoulders.

This unique ornament commemorates the glorious glory of the Legion's undefeated battle in the Battle of Justines and the name of the White House Legion.

“If the other is a highland knight, his apprentice has never been able to do so.” Someone said.

“For the White Beard Corps, the point is not what your opponent has done. It's what you did. Ten minutes of reaction time. Are you militiamen? ”

Luc Besson's reproach kept the others quiet.

At this point, an officer entered the door with a handful of reports, and the visitor reported with a pile of parchment paper: "Captain, we have checked the information on the Butch militia. There are people on the register named Freya and Roman, but the young man named Brando doesn't seem to be from Bucci. ”

Luc Besson nodded the table with his finger, "Then? ”

He approached me personally and said something with his ear around him, and Luc Besson nodded. He also asked, "What is the attitude of His Majesty's envoy? ”

“The Count did not specify, but seemed to imply our execution on the spot.” The officer replied.

Luc Besson was slightly stunned, and the King's Messenger and a civilian couldn't make it? He rubbed his chin and wanted to read what was implicit, but before that, the whole house had been buzzing about ——

“Really, but isn't the old man in the past with a civilian? ”

“I think he's having fun with those two women, you old bastard. ”

“I saw him admire the elf sword there with my own eyes. ”

“Haven't seen a hillbilly on the market.” Someone laughed in disdain.

Luc Besson immediately patted the table and stopped the messy officers. He was trying to reprimand them, but at this point another person pushed the door in, and it was the messenger outside.

“Captain, the local council is on fire. ”

“What a shock,” Luc Besson couldn't bear to whisper and immediately stood up and ordered: “Give you ten minutes for the second and third squadrons to assemble as quickly as possible! ”

A platoon of officers stood up.

And he pointed to the other side: "You two, go monitor me for the target. Marqueline, your mission is to host, and you know what to do, don't spook the snake. ”

The three named persons should bow their heads, do not hesitate, and immediately turn around and go out.

“Captain, Lord Seiber's side? ”

“No need to remind. Those guys must have pissed their asses off and served our king's messenger with enthusiasm. They always depend on one side, don't they? ”

The words of the captain made a low laugh in the house.

Chongqing is now rural too.

Seeing a lot of people say it's slower than two a day, I have an urge to vomit blood.

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