The Amber Sword

“Anyway, I wouldn't agree...” Coffreau, before he finished speaking, saw Roman as a pathetic person, had to raw swallow the second half of the sentence, and left the sentence: “Me and I are too lazy to bother you both -”

Brando knew that Freya was a hard and soft face, so he poured his bag on the table a long time ago, and Tinker Bell dropped a few silver coins, about four or five hundred torres.

He stunned for a moment and didn't expect that he only had this kind of money. He originally received a small handful of junior gems in Alberton's trophy and sold them at a good price in Ancze for tens of thousands of tolls. He divided the money into three portions, and gave it to Roman and Freya for safekeeping, and then he remembered that his money was almost exhausted when he bought Moonshine, Fluorescent Moss, and Black Mage --

These three magic ingredients, combined with golden oak, can produce a premium magic potion that inspires the properties of the will in a short period of time, called the Wizard's Rage Agent - something that is a luxury in the game that is hard to claim, and it is estimated that in this world it is even more deserving of praise.

But it's like a million-dollar fairy princess' dazzling ’painting on his hands, an investment that won't pay off in the short run. Especially with that painting, he found he couldn't get away with it for a while, and now he's kind of regretting leaving it to Charles to do it. It would have been nice to know that he could have just grabbed a piece or two of gold and silver.

Treasures like this with obvious features are not an easy commodity on the black market unless he can find more private channels. But what Brando kind of wanted to scold was that when he was a player, he didn't have to worry so much, and the players didn't have to think about how NPC was feeling ——

He lined up the money on the table and sighed, “I guess that's all I got, but Freya should have some. ”

“Why are you and your business on my mind again?” Freya almost didn't come back, she stared at Brando so hard, but she took out the money bag: “Shit, we're all in it anyway, you guys, you take care of yourselves...”

Freya dropped it in her pocket on the table with about 4,000 Torr, and Brando stunned and couldn't help but look at her with amazement.

Almost a month has passed since he left Draggs, and since that time, he, Roman, Barthom, Tama the Alchemist and his son, all six of whom are in charge of eating and wearing accommodation in Ancze, almost all alone, six of them plus four horses, and the money to hire a carriage, Brando naturally assumes that there shouldn't be much left to pay for his journey to Freya, but I didn't think there was so much left!

I didn't expect Freya to be quite a homemaker, he couldn't help but think.

“You, what are you looking at?” Noticed Brando's gaze, Freya stuck around and couldn't help but look down and check herself out. Is she wearing the wrong clothes?

“Nothing, I just thought Freya was so kind, I don't know who could marry such a girl in the future?” Brando looked at her and replied.

“Freya is Roman's.” Roman laughed happily as he did.

The young girl with the long ponytail on her face burned as red as Evening Summer, her heart stopped pounding and pounding: “What good fortune... you, what are you talking about, this kind of boring words. ”

She immediately glanced at Roman again. “And you, Roman, shut up.”

Unfortunately, the businesswoman had long ignored the attack, and she smiled and pulled out a purse as dry as Brando. She swayed the empty bag and replied, "Roman doesn't have much money. ”

“Damn, where's your money!” Freya couldn't help but ask. Brando split the money equally into three parts, but by the way, this businesswoman is the one who shouldn't have spent the money, right?

“It takes money to get the news, Freya, and I bought a warehouse and stocked some wine.” The head of Roman replied.

“You bought a warehouse?” Freya, when?

“When Freya doesn't pay attention. ”

“You have to say something like that. ”

Roman thought about it, shaking his index finger in mystery: "The merchant's little secret ——”

“Secret you!” Freya lost her temper, but she also knew Roman was like this, and the conversation didn't last for a while.

“Little Roman, are you storing alcohol, not food?” Brando asked.

“Well, Brando, mostly gin and yuzu.” Miss Merchant nodded.

Brando carefully gauged the clean and distinct face in front of him - Roman stared at him with a bright eye - and the girl's eyes seemed to always be filled with curiosity.

“Did you expect the war to end in July?” At the end of the day, young people couldn't bear to ask.

“Slightly later, Roman didn't expect things to turn so sharply, but Madara's army was stuck in Draggs, and I think they're about to find something else to prey on? Didn't Brando always say that the time for war was on the front line, and that the commander of the dead should know that as well?"

“But anyway, after the war, nobles will need a celebration, isn't everyone talking about it?” The businesswoman grabbed her finger and replied.

“How do you know all this, Roman?” Freya looked at her unbelievably.

“A merchant's little secret.” Miss Merchant's tail is up to heaven again.

“You're learning fast.” Brando couldn't help but stretch out his hand and bounce a little Roman's small, proud forehead, causing the latter to cover his forehead and shrink back with a pair of little eyebrows up, complaining vigorously: "No, don't play, Brando! ”

But Brando thought it might have nothing to do with learning, but rather an instinctive acumen. Anyway, a gifted girl like Little Roman, it's really unusual.

He looked at the cash on the table in three purses of less than 5,000 torres and thought about it, and found himself in Prague to maintain his current identity, and indeed in many places where he planned to spend his money, one step at a time. Not to mention building a territory in the future, which is like waving dirt. As the saying goes, the emperor is not so bad as a hungry soldier, and Leto's people are counting on him to feed him. - Brando rubbed his forehead, and he found that his schedule missed a very important step, and it seems that he had to be on the watch first to make money.

But he can't count on the premium magic potion, the paintings of the princess' Shadow ', and the endless ice earrings, the buyers of which are either too sensitive or indulgent in the poor countryside of southern Goran-Elson.

Unless it's in Kurk, the capital of Goran-Elson, or Ambethel, the northern port of Liberty, White Sail City, or Menstros, the kingdom's capital, where the gold-throwing hawkers are everywhere, there's not much attention in the underground black market, no matter what you sell.

Brando wants to think about it. The only way he can make money right now is about alchemy, besides being a god stick. Of course, the former gains are hard to say, but the risk of tying a pyramid is certain. So the alchemy is still safer, not to mention he has Tamar as his assistant, which makes it even more stable.

Anyway, those aristocrats are conspirators, and they must love it with tree crystals, graveyard dust, and refined poison. The excess moonshine, black magician, and fluorescent moss can also make some magic potion, which I'm sure will be sought after by the intermediate wizards.

And to figure that out, he said, "Roman, how much do you want, a hundred thousand torres? ”

“One hundred thousand?” Freya was surprised at the side: “Brando, where do we have that kind of money? ”

“I hear Count Nagin has a lot of money in his treasure trove...” Brandomo answered.

“You, you...” The girl with the ponytail's face turned white at once. Based on Brando's performance in Lidenburg, she was really afraid that he would actually do that.

But the businesswoman didn't seem worried at all. She answered heartlessly: "Just a little more would be better. Roman conservatively might double--”

“Roman, don't mess with Brando, he's going to, he's going to...” Freya looked carefully around and said she wasn't going to come out at all - she was afraid someone would tell the gentleman in the neighborhood immediately, and I'm afraid the three of them wouldn't even get out of the hotel.

“Freya, Brando can be trusted.” Roman replied.

“Believe you! ”

Freya almost didn't die of anger, but she thought about it and decided not to let Brando rob the noble treasure trove. The last time I escaped from prison in Lidenburg, I had to, but this time I couldn't.

The teenage girl persuaded herself in her heart that it was only for good, not for fear that Brando would hang herself.

With that in mind, she calmed down and glanced at Brando.

“By the way, what did Brando want to bring us to this village early in the morning?” She calmed down and suddenly realized another problem.

The human village on this avenue appears to be nothing more than a colony, but twenty-three people, there is a hotel - the kind of unnamed village that, according to Brando, doesn't even see a spot on the map.

But they've been here half the morning.

She couldn't help but look at Brando.

Freya didn't expect Brando to be a little impatient. It's been almost half an hour since he sent Batom out, but he hasn't come back yet. Is he wrong?

But he looked out through the hotel's wooden window —— it looked like this was the right place, and Brando didn't think his memory had receded to such a point that he couldn't even remember it. He saw the one on the outside avenue next to the carriage, and the style of the building behind him convinced him that he had not come to the wrong place.

Isn't it too early for that guy to move here, but didn't the forum say he was there at the beginning of the game?

He couldn't bear to frown.

Then he finally saw a striking red on the corner of the street, Batom's red beard.

Brando raised an eyebrow.

Today is the fourth largest chapter, 15,000 words, and the next chapter is about 5,000 words. Celebrating the first four generations flying 20,000 more words, I do deserve the country, I deserve the people.

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