The Amber Sword

“Then I'll leave.” Brando put away the scroll, but he looked at what was happening to him, and Antina's difficult situation and encounter made him a little intolerant. He hesitated and asked, "… is there anything I can do to help? ”

Antitina shook her head. “No, thank you," she held the door and whispered, “thank you for bringing me the news of my father, sir.” She coughed twice.

Brando couldn't help but think of what a confident and stubborn girl he was, and he thought about it, and he couldn't really get enough of himself, even if he wanted to help others, he probably had to wait until after the auction that the cripple contacted him for. To think that he was about to leave, there was a sudden noise of messy footsteps on the stairs not far away.

A couple of people snapped and turned around at the same time. “A lot of people,” Barthom reached under the cape with one hand: "Seven, no, eight. ”

“Don't be nervous, this is Prague.” Brando stopped Batom and stared in that direction. But as soon as his voice went down, there was a curse coming down the hall:

“Fuck, I don't want to come to this fucking place. The girl was so stubborn, I think we went again for nothing. ”

“Shh, these aristocratic ladies are all like this, superficially arrogant. Just scare them, promise to be like Cesar's shaky little animal, and tell them what to do, and she'll have to hand it over. ”

“According to what I said, the Baron has agreed that nothing will happen to her anyway. Aren't you a desperate nobleman? If you don't show the dead girl a little color, she won't know what we're doing. ”

“What do you know? Can you believe what the aristocrats say? They have more mouth-watering swords than the demons underground --"

A row of people struggled to appear at the corner of the corridor, just in front of Brando, Batom and others - just eight people, all wearing new, light grey uniforms of the security cavalry, they obviously had no idea that there would be people up there, almost everyone's face revealed an unexpected look.

Their eyes fell first on the rear Antina and then back on Brando and Barthom before they saw the cripple blocked at the end.

“It's you, lame, what are you doing here?” The lead frowned and asked.

Brando stopped the cripples and turned around and asked, "Who are they? ”

“Hood's gangster, unexpectedly disappeared for a few days, became a human dog, and wore such a dress on his body.” The cripple glanced at each other, staring at the security cavalry uniform on each other and answering. Looks like he and these people aren't much to look forward to either.

“Hmm, no ivory comes from the mouth of a dog.” A man across the street cursed.

But the leader stopped his companion, and Brando's actions had shown that he was the head of the three. The man was a little confused for a moment, and the cripple in Black Pepper Lane, although not a gainful figure, was always alone and famous in their circle. What does it mean to be mixed up with two strangers today?

Especially since they're still with the daughter of the fallen aristocrat, things get a little troublesome.

“How many are there?” He thought about it and decided to give it a try.

Brando looked at him and ignored this guy.

He turned around and saw Antina holding onto the door frame with her hands and her joints all slightly white. The teenage girl lowered her head and, although she did not speak, these subtle moves made the young man perceive the fear and panic in her heart. He thought about it, and he said, "Are they here to trouble you? ”

Antitina nodded.

“What's going on? ”

“They say my father owes them adult money. ”

“Your father can't be a gambler, can he?" The cripple muttered in the back without knowing the truth, but he immediately faced the girl with almost flaming eyes, frightened and subconsciously swallowed the second half of the sentence.

“Does your father owe them money?” Brando asked.

Antitina frowned and shook her head: "How could my father deal with people like them? ”

Brando thought about it, and then he looked back: "Who are you? ”

His words were steady and strong, and the person who led him saw that he had a reason to speak. He was frightened by the thought of three points. At this moment, he thought that the young man must have depended on him - although he could not see the look of Brando's hood hidden in the shadows, he could tell the age of the other person by his voice - he hesitated repeatedly and did not dare to pursue Brando's disrespect. He thought about it before organizing a statement and replied: “We are the security cavalry under Huddle's rule, I am 'Owl' Jon, these are my brothers, and we were commissioned by... Viscount Tester to collect the arrears. ”

“Since when are the security cavalry responsible for this?” Barthom wrapped his arms around him and couldn't help laughing coldly behind him.

Seventy-eight people across the street were embarrassed for a moment. A few weeks ago, they were just city well followers. They had not seen much of the world. At this moment, they could neither seize nor refute in front of the mysteriously unpredictable young people. For a moment, they could not retreat.

And the guy who was leading just wanted to slap himself, and he hesitated to say it again and again, but he didn't expect to get caught.

Fortunately, one can't help complaining: "Pay your debts, scripture and justice. ”

Brando glanced at them and asked, "Who are you going to collect? ”

The ‘security cavalry' was silenced again, and they looked at each other, and the last person who took the lead answered with a stiff scalp: "Yes, sir, the lady behind you, her name is Antitina, and her father owes Viscount Testo a great deal of money. ”

Brando scratched his ear, and the name Tester made him familiar again, but for a moment he didn't remember much. He thinks this kind of person must have a certain reputation in "The Sword of Amber," but deviates from the main thread of the story - this kind of person is either a small, insignificant character like Lord Goldfruit, or a better reason to hide.

He turned back and asked, "Who's Viscount Tester? ”

“A young man like you, he is the deputy of Silver Wing Cavalry Commander Magsk, and there are rumors out there that he is the bastard of the Grand Duke," crippled face changed and whispered, “Brando, we'd better not fight these people here - their testers, you can't piss off the big guys. ”

The little old man said that, his heart couldn't bear to wipe a sweat, thankfully he didn't say too much disrespect, otherwise it really pissed him off. But as soon as God came back, this sly old fox began to think about how to get out of this trouble.

But Brando heard what he was saying and smiled. “Cripple, as if you wanted me to go into a conflict with the unknown Viscount Tester?” He asked.

“Where, where, dare not, dare not.” The cripple ‘Lorne' laughed embarrassingly, and he didn't expect the other party to tear through his little trick at a glance. It's just that he might never have thought that Brando knew all about him.

Brando glanced at Antina again and found the girl's face pale - apparently she heard the lame words, and indeed she was no taller than her father, whether Magsk or Grand Duke Goran-Elson. If these people are going to get into trouble with her, she may just have to close her eyes and die.

But what Brando thought was that the Silver Wings Cavalry leader, Magsk, who was ostensibly an aristocrat from the Eight Kings Army, was actually a walking dog. It's just that Lord Tester, in the "Sword of Amber" is not famous, the only famous is probably his illegitimate son's identity. Brando, that's why you're so insensitive to this person's name.

It is only doubtful that little is done between the Vaughn nobility and the nobility - even royal power is often only beneath the table, and Tester does not know the situation of Antitina, but what is the point of his impatience?

Does the ancestor have a grudge? Doesn't look like it.

Brando couldn't help but wonder if the guy was into Antina, which isn't impossible, and the nobles used to play this out. But that's a bit of a hassle, not to mention whether Antina wants it or not, and Brando doesn't either, and the designer of the magic transmission device, the value of such a person is almost impossible to measure —— Brando would never let Antina slip away from himself, and he didn't want to express it so urgently at first —— first to keep this young girl off guard, and secondly, to make the merchant bargain his nature.

But now it looks like the plan is going to change.

He turned back and said, "Does your father know Viscount Tester? ”

Antitina shook her head in a hurry, and she was an ice and snow smart girl who immediately figured out as much as Brando did about her possible attempts. She had never met the Viscount of Tester, but was also disgusted by the way the other person acted, so she subconsciously thought of relying on the person she might have relied on recently - she couldn't help but look at Brando and feel a little grumpy.

But Brando didn't disappoint her.

The young man pulled out his sword as soon as he heard it, and the silver glittering elf sword left everyone across the street with a cold heart, illuminating the weapon would mean that the negotiations had broken down. Yet the lead wanted to recover, and he moistened his dry voice, ready to speak in the hope that he would consider Viscount Tester's influence, but before that, Brando was a sword --

A rippled 'whoop' crosses from the side of everyone, like a shadowless, invisible wind, with wind pressure dancing everyone's hair backwards. It was just a moment, and then the ceiling cracked open with a button nearly five meters long.

There was silence in the dark corridor--

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