The Amber Sword

“To be clear, these adventurers were here a week ago. No. Mercenaries, to be exact.” Antitina replied not too slowly.

Brando looked at her with surprise.

The young girl finds a hint of satisfaction in this surprise, "Lord Knight, are you surprised that a nobleman who can't get out of the door also has the ability to handle these things?” She asked back.

“Just wondering where your bargaining wrist came from, you know that's exactly why the Highland Knights practice. Indeed, it is impressive enough for a young lady who cannot leave the house to talk in front of others.” Brando patted little Roman on the shoulder in case this businesswoman went too far to see the humanities.

Unexpectedly Roman reassured him upside down, she said, "Brando, don't worry, I won't get lost.” Brando had nothing to say at one time.

He had to stare at Roman in a puzzling light, wondering what the structure of this little brain Guari was to make her think so differently.

Good thing Antina unwrapped him in time. “The ability to socialize is the instinct of a lady like us, Lord Knight.” She said modestly, but there was something to say, and it was not hard to hear what it meant to be delighted.

Brando was stunned and mute: “Not every Miss Thousand Kings can put down her body and deal with the countrymen.” He was right to say that, in Eruin, the mountaineers were indeed vulgar hillbillies in the eyes of some of those who claimed to be noble - even if they were lords of mountain origin, and the great lords of the northern part of the empire could not walk together.

For example, the history of the two heavenly subjects of the Ansen Eleventh Era, Grand Duke Hernans and the Long Blade Duke, have been crushing each other in the chapel for many years, even giving Ansen the Great a headache.

“Because I'm not like them, I'm just a poor lady, my lord. ”

Brando smiled and shook his head.

“These mercenaries must have come to Chablis this time of year for the bandits in the woods. It has become customary for Eruin to employ mercenaries to destroy bandits who often raise their own money around villages and towns that affect people's daily lives.” He walked along the streets laid by Chablis slabs, bringing the subject back to the point: "In densely populated areas, most of the mercenaries were hired by local security forces or militias, and in remote areas, a village assembled all the money to pay for it. ”

Antittina stunned, and she hardly ever saw these descriptions in the book: "Is this the case? ”

“It used to be the same with Butch, and Roman paid for it.” Roman protruded vigorously from the narrow side of the road, staring down the staggered streets, without answering back.

“Guards are accustomed to dealing personally with local bandits only where they exist. So the royal family hopes that their ‘Forces nouvelles' will not be unreasonable. Indeed, the guard force represents an entirely new force for Eruin, just wondering if this force has a chance to grow. ”

“Not to mention growing up, there's only one generation to enjoy.” Brando raised his head and said profoundly.

Antittina lowered her head and began to rethink something.

And it was at this time that Brando and the three of them heard a beer coming from behind them: "Stop right there -!” The three of them turned around in shock and found that the outcry was not directed at them. The first thing they saw was a young man rushing off into the crowd, rushing to run from them, but not yet a few steps away, stopped by the first two mercenary-dressed men.

The two mercenaries pulled out their swords and stopped the young men on their way, shouting, “Eko, where do you want to run? You bastard, have you forgotten the rules of our mercenary regiment? ”

The young man was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look around, but found mercenaries in leather coats pulling out their swords and swords on each side. In fact, Brando happens to be on the edge of this circle at the moment, but nobody notices him and he enjoys it, pulling Roman backwards one step before he gets involved in this infamous struggle.

“Capo, what do you want?” The young man, Ike, stopped to take a breath when he found that all the retreats were sealed. He immediately drew a short sword from the sheath, wiping the sweat off his forehead, and asked nervously.

“What you've done is clear to yourself.” A mercenary in a grey robe came out of the crowd and looked at him coldly: "Otherwise, why did you run away today as a thief? How did you vow when you joined the mercenary corps? Why did you betray us when we treated you like brothers? ”

The young man shook up and revealed a glimmer of struggle on his face: "Cabe, I didn't betray you. ”

A mercenary named Kaber took a closer look at him, sighed and shook his head: "Come back with us and we will certainly believe you. ”

The young man shook his head with a nail: "No, Cabe, please don't ask. I said we can't go to the Balogon Forest...” He hesitated and shook his head again: “Believe me once, believe me, I won't hurt you. Think about how I could have betrayed you before, betrayed you all...”

“Enough, Ike!” The mercenary gave a grieving look, and he interrupted the young man: “Anyway, you have to come back with us and go back to the captain. What do you have to say, go back to the camp and the captain will naturally listen to you. Ike, listen to me. The captain raised you, and when you leave here, you abandon him and your former companions.” He refers to himself, he refers to others: “See, these are your comrades. What are you doing? ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, but eventually took a step back: "Shut up, Cabe. This time I know I'm right. I'm not coming back with you. And I'm going to stop you from going to that place. I don't know what to tell you...”

He looked around and found that the other mercenaries were getting closer to him and couldn't help but beg: "Cabe, look at our relationship and let me go. Believe me, I won't make you regret it, I swear. ”

“Brando?” Roman couldn't help but whisper when he saw the scene.

“My lord?” Antitina also overdosed.

In the face of this situation, both women asked the only person they could count on at this moment: to leave temporarily. But Brando shook his head, and he looked at the young man, and he looked thoughtful.

And on the other hand, Cabe sees young people resolutely, knowing how much is useless. He took a step back and made a gesture to his own people. The mercenaries immediately jumped in all directions, blocking every exit path for that young man named Ike.

In fact, as soon as the mercenaries did, Brando was immediately surprised. He immediately discovered that these seemingly ordinary mercenaries were not weak hands, and that several of them were at least as capable of swimming in the middle of black iron as Leto. While mercenaries walking outside are truly a little famous, mostly with this power, Brando is somewhat surprised to see so many powerful mercenaries in such a small place as Chablis.

Not just Brando, Antina noticed that too. She was going to say something, but she also calmed down and watched what was happening in front of her.

Although she is nothing but a weak nobleman, she is, after all, more knowledgeable than rural girls like Roman and Freya.

But it was obviously the young man who surprised Brando even more.

Surrounded by seven or eight powerful mercenaries in the middle of the black iron, he calmly lowered his centre of gravity, then slammed forward and grabbed the sword in the hands of a mercenary - a young man who could barely see Brando, only to see his hands shaking, and the mercenary was thrown over his shoulder one by one.

Then he leaned left and another mercenary was immediately struck out. The direction is unbiased, exactly where Brando stands with Roman and Antitina.

Brando was stunned - the force of this collision was unaffordable to ordinary people, and that young man had at least the silver strength. And looking at Brando, who seemed two or three years younger than him, couldn't help but admire that before the chaos, the demon was one after the other, and the first little guy he came to the world to see - Little Phyllis himself - was talented. And then we met Bresson, Essen, Freya, and that Viscount Tester, all of them talented generations.

Such people tend to have only a few generations in general history. But he saw so many connections just from Butch to this little place in Pragues, and it had to be said that in the years of war since Vaughn, there seemed to be some destiny in the underworld.

Of course, he's not slow to think. A force broke out to catch the mercenary who crashed into him and held him by his hand - Brando could barely eat himself and took a step back, reluctantly saying a great deal. This collision, perhaps a mercenary of black iron power, is nothing to himself, but to hit a passers-by, presumably immortal as well as seriously wounded.

But he thought that if the Spike of Light was still in his hand, it would probably not be the result.

It's just that this young man is so reckless, he thinks.

And the mercenary, who had been hit by a seven-point mercenary, finally calmed down. He looked back and looked at Brando with surprise. It was about unexpected that anybody on the street had the strength to swim in the middle of black iron, but it took me a moment to think that I should be thankful.

“Thank you, sir. ”

Brando shook his head and interrupted him, his eyes still falling on that little ‘battlefield’. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)