The Amber Sword

The news of Madara's army entering the city spreads like a plague in Lidenburg, and for centuries, across the Pine Mountains, that dark country has been described as an evil hideout of dirt. Dead spirits, bandits and, from time to time, Kobien, as if the misfortune of Eruin had been brought by the opposite side, so the noble lords reassured themselves to maintain their unchanged rule for centuries, the villagers themselves trained and ready to fight.

And now it seems that the enemies that have always existed in the legend and in the story have not only jumped on paper, but have also come to life from paper, spreading their fangs and eating people. But the citizens of Lidenburg found out, where are the nobles? Where's Liedenburg's army?

Brando walked all the way and saw more and more people coming out of the house, getting a star-and-a-half message from the other fleeing populations, then rushed back to the house, carrying their luggage and family and marching towards the north gate.

More and more people came together into a huge crowd. The vast crowd seems to make up a gray-covered painting in the eyes of young people, which includes old people, children, men, women, even mules, horses, carriages, tow houses with their mouths, and march forward.

The child held the adult's hand and curiosity on his face. Women rely on their own men, pale faces filled with nervousness, the vast flow of people but few people speak, leaving only the sound of a huge team moving forward.

Because there was no one to maintain order, the flow of people and people quickly collided. And some people mixed up in the crowd wanting to get in the water and touch the fish - quickly another carriage fell in the middle of the road, and those who were slow to move further stuck in the middle of the road. People argued and quickly evolved into a confrontation, and the people behind them yelled at each other, and an unknown panic began to spread among the crowd.

This almost happened when Brando and Charles found Roman, and he asked the wagon man to drive the wagon to the side of the road. Then take the wagon with Charles, left and right, cover both sides of the wagon, and watch the riots that are spreading down the street.

“Brando, you're finally here. I'm so worried.” The businesswoman was apparently relieved and her round toe boots were rubbing the planks beneath the carriage, with some minor tension.

“There were too many people on the road, which took some time.” Brando pulled out his sword, answering.

“Where's Freya? ”

“I don't know, wait and see. ”

And Charles watched indifferently for a while, and suddenly Ear said to his lord, "Lord, there are people in the crowd who incite fire. ”

“What's in it for them?” Brando is a little confused, because he never pays attention to the behaviour of these civilian NPCs in the game. He's not a behaviorist.

“I fear nothing but chaos in the world. ”

“Why?”

“Because they subconsciously know that they only benefit from chaos and that ambitious people are not happy to be lonely, Lord. Some people are naturally hoping for confusion, but they don't have that chance on a weekday, and now it comes.” Charles stared at the people outside and said coldly.

“Even this time of year, they're dead?” Brando comes from modern times and has some knowledge of the inferiority of humankind. But it does not make sense that, as the only social creature with a high level of intelligence, humans, as a whole, as a part of an individual, exhibit a behavioral state that is merely representative of that attribute.

It was also the first time that he had seen such a bunch of people beneath the same class, leaning against each other simply because of ambition. He saw the disturbances in the crowd spreading, someone pushing between the fallen carriages, and the cries of the children quickly came out.

The panic intensified markedly, and rumours of the presence of Madara's army nearby began to circulate among the crowd, and the more they reached the rear, the more they believed in Dandan. Those who are far away are considering whether to turn around and leave, and this hesitation quickly affects more people around.

The streets became chaotic.

“Even this time of year, Lord. My mentor said that madness made people dare, hysteria and a little ambition were enough to unite those people," Charles refers to those people who are stupidly moving in the crowd, so he replied, "When I studied magic in Karasou, my mentor was built in a tall tower between black rocks, where apprentices like me not only learned how to parse spells, but also how to manipulate humanity ——”

Brando nodded, and the highland wizards of Karasu learned in a similar but very different way than the wizards of Buga. Buga's high-ranking wizards, dressed in milky white robes and walking on snow-white marble floors, are more like collegiate, aristocratic, or wizard rulers than the mysterious legacies of witchcraft elsewhere.

“What do they want?” The businesswoman asked curiously with her eyes wide open.

“Plundering, robbery, violence to get everything you can't even think about on a weekday - like a beautiful lady like you. ”

“No, don't say that, and I won't thank you.” The merchant lady was flattered and her little eyebrows were raised.

The riots finally broke out in a crowd of pushes.

Nobody knows who started it, and in the meantime, many people started attacking others. More people used the opportunity to squeeze forward, and many families were dispersed in the flow, and those pushed to the ground had little chance of standing up.

Shouting for a moment, crying, screaming all over the place.

Brando watched the scene silently as he couldn't stop it, but asked the wagon driver to pull the wagon aside. But his move attracted snooping, and some of the rioters noticed his side, and when they saw Roman in the carriage, they had to emit a ray of greed in their eyes.

Most of those people are street dwellers, young people or discredited mercenaries, illegal adventurers, who share a common language with each other and even connect with each other by mere acquiescence, pushing those who stand in their way, inadvertently approaching Brando's side.

Brando sightedly frowned, subconsciously swapping his sword for one hand, and Roman and Charles on one side were nervous.

“Boy, it's not good for you to take over a carriage by yourself, especially this time of year. Give me a ride.” Soon a mercenary dressed in a dirty leather coat grabbed the windlight railing on the carriage with his hand and indiscriminately wanted to squeeze it.

“Down." Brando moved the sword over his neck.

“I just want a ride, kid. You don't want to kill people, do you?” The mercenary didn't expect Brando to be so tough that he couldn't help it. He stopped and stepped on the stairs of the carriage, watching Brando yell with an unfavourable eye: "You aristocratic lords, you left us at a critical moment and now you just want to hitchhike, you selfish selfish bastards. Kill me if you can...”

Many of them surrounded themselves by the mercenary and looked at Brando with a provocative eye. But they're looking more at Roman, a coveted three-foot look.

“Brando...” The merchant lady finally got a little scared and couldn't help but grab Brando's arm with her slender little hand.

Brando patted him on her hand and turned back to the mercenary in a disgusting manner and said, "See, there's a woman in the carriage. She doesn't welcome you. You can leave now. ”

Brando's tough attitude clearly provoked each other, and the mercenary cursed and tried to force him into the car. Those who watched behind also tried to embrace them, and they seemed to have decided that Brando was nothing more than an aristocratic young man who would dare not treat them at this time of emotional excitement.

“Lord, don't take him-” Charles stared at Brando before he had finished his sentence and stabbed the mercenary in the chest, kicking him again with one foot.

The guy seemed incredible to die, and he didn't believe Brando, but Brando told him the truth - don't hit me, I'm not a good talker; he was no different from an ordinary man on a weekday, soft hearted, and couldn't see the misery of others. But when it comes to his bottom line, Brando is absolutely a decisive man, and there will never be any women.

Just like his first murder in Pine Castle, although he was as disgusted afterwards, there was no hesitation in killing.

The mercenary's body fell back to the ground with a heavy bang, and the surrounding people subconsciously retreated - all frightened by Brando's indifference to human life, but these people reacted immediately - and they were the crowded ones.

“Goddamn nobles, kill in the streets!” Someone shouted immediately.

“Yeah, we just wanted a ride. ”

“These grasshoppers! ”

“They have never seen us civilians, and we are not human beings in their eyes.” Those who come up slowly, confuse black and white, and loudly encourage those around them.

“Show him the color! ”

“Drag him off the car...”

“Kill him!” Most people are mostly untrue, they simply unilaterally believe what they hear and see, and soon a large crowd gathers next to the carriage.

Charles and Roman were both worried, and they also saw that the downward situation might not be good.

Brando pressed his sword and sat firmly on the side of the carriage, silent, looking at these people coldly. Soon another man rushed up, thinking that the ‘noble youth' would at least converge in front of the public.

But he was wrong.

Brando didn't say a word, and just slipped a sword through his throat, causing him to fall down his throat in horror. Not only did the young man's sword shock the younger Xiao dynasties, it also made the surrounding crowd noise.

But Brando stood up and jumped off the carriage. His jump took everyone around him, and Brando stood among them and looked at them coldly. He pressed the sword with one hand, and the sword suddenly shook his head ——

A sword wind rubbed over the heads of these people, who felt only a slight chill on their heads, and then suddenly the roof of a building not far away opened a crack nearly ten feet long, except for the hair drift.

Everyone turned around and stared at the crack.

“Do as you please. ”

Brando dropped a cold sentence, harvested his sword and sheathed, and climbed back into the carriage. In fact, he cares more about what happened to Freya than about delaying these people, and how they haven't shown up yet.

But Roman looked at him with stars.

“You're amazing, Brando.” The businesswoman exclaimed.

“Killing is not something, especially if these people are just civilians.” Brando shook his head.

“But you're the only one who can protect me. ”

Brando smiled.

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(PS. Sorry, I've been brushing four generations of messages in the forum, brushing and falling asleep...)