The Amber Sword

Of course, the cavalry's gaze at best caught his attention, and he believed that the White Horse Legion was not so unconscious.

As with previous intentions, Brando had no intention of entering the corrupt system of Eruin, but the refugee situation could not be overshadowed, as he had long anticipated. Thus, in the pursuit of freedom and money, an experienced mercenary becomes the best replacement for him.

The halo over a crowd of people was always a little darker than it was over a person, and when people thought it was a group of experienced, militant mercenaries leading refugees out of a thousand armies to kill a bloody path, they took for granted.

This is for the average person.

The defeat of Lidenburg is like an indefinite bomb. In any case, a cavalier group from the White Legion could not escape the blame after the war, so at this time a small splendor would support their incompetence. If he had come alone to act as this positive figure, although vanity had been satisfied, it must have been the local nobility who laughed more happily.

Brando doesn't want to brand himself as a force. As a result, after his arrangement, the situation changed:

Because the more people in this story, the easier it is to change the way the story ends ——

Brando knew that the savvy aristocrats would understand this, and it would depend on whether the old sleazy bastard had done enough; at least how to find a scapegoat to cover up all their faults and decorate the whole story was the key to their recovery.

But it doesn't really matter to him anymore. He doesn't really want to deal with these guys at all, but he still doesn't have a choice.

But at least one other advantage is that the name of Amber Sword is ringing.

There was limited interest in the buzz, so the citizens outside the Silver Wing Cavalry headquarters soon dissipated, with the exception of the teenagers around Little Finnish.

Brando soon saw old Madden too. The old guard captain looked so worried and hasty over the past few days that he had several more wrinkles on his face. Brando figured out what he was worried about, but he couldn't figure out what was going on between the nobles.

Inside Pragues, the struggle between the local noble forces and the military nobles represented by Count Nakin has reached a stage of white-hot fever. In this case, only a carefree teenager like Little Finnish would pursue the legendary tales of the city hall...

To think of it, he walked over to say hello, and Martin remembered the young man who was not afraid to die, and the veteran who had been through the November war had had to lift his eyebrows when he saw him - although the old man could not help but relieve himself of the good fortune of Lord Martha after hearing that Brando and Freya were not in trouble.

And then his eyes fell on Freya, and the young girl with the long ponytail immediately put her hand on her chest, and she said, "Captain Madden, I'm back.”

Madden nodded and smiled softly: "Okay, just come back. ”

But the words were not finished, inevitably touching the situation. It occurred to me that the villagers of Butch were still displaced at this moment, while the nobles were fighting for power. He was not a Butch, but he was silently choking.

Seeing Madden as if he was ten years old all of a sudden, Freya also remembered Aunt Hill's family who had died in Madara's hands, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Brando saw Little Roman floating slightly towards himself with his eyes. He couldn't help but sigh and say that the dead girl was big. Sometimes she was both sharp and clever. But when you pay attention to this businesswoman, she starts selling her goodies again and playing with her pussy.

Thinking about it, he went up and patted Freya on the back and soothed the girl with the long ponytail. And then he said to Madden, "Captain Madden, I'm sorry to say one thing. But you don't have to think too much about things between nobles. After all, we little people just have to wait for their final decision.”

Madden stunned and didn't expect Brando to see his anguish. Although he was a veteran of the November war, he was not very good at these game-fighting things. Over the past few days, his exhaustion has made him a little overwhelmed. Sometimes he really envies that little Finnish's head can pretend nothing in his head.

But Madden seemed complicated, and Brando, as the successor to history, looked simpler than him. Because in a situation like this, the Madden people have no role to play in their decisions, so why not just wait for someone else to help them arrange everything? There is some helplessness in saying this, but that is the case.

That's what he's gonna tell Madden...

But when Brando made it clear to the veteran, the old guard captain couldn't help but look at Brando in amazement and ask, “Young man, who are you? These things can't be seen so clearly, don't talk about ordinary people, not even me. ”

His words were true to Freya's speculation, and Freya thought that since even Captain Madden had said so, Brando's identity was certain. That's when she went up and told the November war veteran who Brando was —— of course, about the Highland Knight.

Madden, this is sudden.

“So you're a nobleman or a highland knight.” The elderly captain of the guard couldn't help but look at Brando with surprise and say: “When I was younger, I had the opportunity to fight alongside the highland knights. Although the average person mentioned that the highland knights were necessarily untamed, I had to say that they were all heroes and good men. ”

He looked at Brando again: "Looks like their descendants are impatient, Brando, at least you proved it. ”

“You're too much, Captain Madden. ”

“No, you said you were going to deliver the letter from Xavier Hill Trail, and I simply thought you young people were not afraid to die. And if that little Roman girl didn't want to go with you on her own, I wouldn't actually support you.” Madden replied, "And then, of course, I sent Freya after you, and that's another thing. ”

“But in any case, your subsequent performance can be described as heroic. Young people, true courage is not recklessness, but understanding what you are doing, and your behavior clearly deserves this. ”

The elderly captain of the guard slapped Brando and Freya on the shoulder with both hands: "You're all good, young Eruin's example. ”

Freya silently glanced at Brando. I think a lot of the credit in this is actually Brando, but people just don't know it.

Of course, Brando wouldn't be stupid enough to say it herself...

Then they met with the rest of the Bucci militia, and Ike, Essen and Makhmi, who had a good relationship with him, naturally congratulated him later, especially Makhmi, who had also brought in a barrel of wheat wine to drink to the rest of his life. And the silent oligarchs Niberto and Vlad just patted each other on the shoulders, and they didn't speak well, but feelings were naturally embedded in every move.

The only unexpected circumstance was that the group met Bryson halfway, a young man with his father who rarely had the opposite of Brando's needlepoint, but only slightly wiped his shoulders.

Makhmi then told him that Bryson had been depressed for the past month and had not been slightly better until recently. When Brando learned about it, he couldn't help but be silent for a moment, and a man who could blame himself for his dead companion, at least not too bad, was a testament to his idea.

And as the celebration came to an end, some young Silver Winged Cavalry men joined in, and Brando couldn't help but look at the young men in these cavalry regiments.

This suggests that his arrangement to disperse ‘hatred' is still relatively successful - after all, jealousy is inherent in life and inevitable, but it also wins friends with a slight understatement.

After the celebration, old guard captain Madden came again to ask him about the nobility. And this time Brandotte let Freya stay, and she said, "Uncle Martin, it actually looks clear. The Cavalier forces represented by the White Legion will be in touch with us soon, which means that they have made a decision, but you can rest assured that this decision has nothing to do with us, and we just have to accept the award with comfort. ”

“What do you mean?” Madden asked.

“This is probably the case, they need people to be heroes, people like you, Freya, and people from the guard force and militia system to be able to think of the forces of the local corps in a second.” Uncle Madden, “replied Brando," you led the Bucci villagers out of the perimeter, sending a timely message for Fort Van Meer. It's okay to say that because, Uncle Martin, all you have to do is come from the guard, and you owe it to them. ”

“But a group of mercenaries led 1,200 refugees in Riedenburg, killing a bloody path from tens of thousands of dead souls. It's a little hard to say. If you don't do it right, the White Beard Legion will be a laughingstock. But on the one hand, these two tracks have spread in Pragues, Anzek and even in the Dragues, and they can't admit it or not. So what you do with it becomes a very clever thing. ”

“So we're actually just a front?” Batom suddenly reacted.

Brando nodded: “So the key lies with Freya. ”

“Me?” Freya would have heard God, but at this time she woke up: "Brando, I--”

Madden was silent at this time, and Brando was blunt, but made it a little difficult for the old man to accept. Though he also knew some things between the nobles, he did not expect a war to be as simple as it seemed to those nobles.

So what are they fighting for here?

“Freya, don't answer anything yet, you listen to me.” Brando looked at this ponytail girl and said.

Freya nodded.

Brando went on to say, "But the Knights have their own insistence, and they don't hesitate to deal with mercenaries, because in their view mercenaries are greedy and fighting for money is not a real soldier, and dealing with these people is a very disingenuous practice. ”

Batom took a sip, very disdainful.

Brando looked at him and smiled: “Of course, if they had to, they would still send someone in private ——”

“Hypocrisy.” Barthom wiped his own red beard, answering.

“Let's just say it's always hypocritical. Or vanity.” Brando answered lightly.

“Would it be too short-sighted for the nobles to think so?” There are still some incredible things about Madden who, after all, has been deeply influenced by the army. It was hard for him to believe that the nobles at the top would be so shallow and hypocritical.

“Short sight?” Brando shook his head, and in fact he could say that he knew them even better than these ageing soldiers themselves, that these nobles were not short-sighted or stupid, even that they should say that they were too clever and, of course, just an example of selfish greed -

As long as they have the power and the army in their hands, the nobles are perfectly able to bully themselves into independence, and they need not be worried about the royal family, for the sake of their subordinate people, even if their territory is invaded - it doesn't matter, Madala will leave anyway. Even anticipating mistakes, relying on their convergence of money, they can live a heady life in any country in Warnde.

Ultimately, it is only the people at the bottom who suffer.

In that case, of course, the nobles must indulge in the struggle for power. Why not?

Brando looked at some of the people present and went on to say: "In this way, Freya, one of us, would become the most ideal powder decorator for the nobility of the Knights of the White Legion, at least from the militia, and she would first associate the civilian population with the military background. ”

“But Juliet can, too, can't he? Isn't he more appropriate than me?” Freya endured not telling the story about the Volonta because Brando strictly forbade them to reveal the identity of the Volonta outside.

This will cause trouble for them.

Brando shook his head: “Quite the contrary, at least in Lidenburg, the security cavalry belongs to a local nobleman faction, which is actually just a privately known private fighter. This cavalry was also created to bring down the Swordmen's Regiment of the White Beard. Do you think the White Beard Regiment will be high enough to create prestige for their enemies? ”

Brando said that the people present immediately found out that Fred seemed to be the only possible candidate.

Even Freya herself shrugged and went down silently.

(PS. This is chapter one. It's bad luck to drink cold water and stuff your teeth. I had to go to an internet cafe yesterday and left my keys at home. I was forced to stay at the internet cafe all night. The internet cafe slept so cold, TAT.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)