The Amber Sword

Brando knew all about the background in the game, and if Antina's knowledge of the world was limited to books, then he was a thoroughbred old man. He stared into each other's eyes, although it was clear that the captain had intentionally drained the water before, but Brando could tell the extent of his strength from the details of his attack.

Approximately upstream of silver.

He thinks that this is almost the level of strength of the Column Commander of the White Horse Legion, and that it is estimated that the strength of the Legion is no less than that of the Legion Commander, which shows that the strength of the Legion is indeed immense. But also, Leto, they're just retired old mercenaries, but one of them has the strength to go downstream of black iron, and Brando guesses that they won't be much worse off than they are at the height of their lives.

It was just that he had asked privately once or twice about the whereabouts of Leto and his group of friends, who seemed reluctant to talk more.

On the other hand, Cobb had a look at Brando, and there was a strange feeling in his heart. This hunch was almost instinctive, and he looked at each other's dark eyes as if they were calm and deep - in fact, Cabe had been to many places as an old mercenary and had seen a lot of big characters. Some of them are aristocrats of Eruin, some big businessmen, some manor owners, some Northerners, some Southerners, some mountain people, some Ta people, even some desert people, and he has seen one or two mysterious uncertain wizards - but none of them have eyes that can hold their voices like this young man with a smile, as if everything was in each other's hands.

It was a kind of self-confident, bamboo-breasted divine color.

At one point, this skilled mercenary creates the illusion that all his secrets are known to the other. He frowned, shook his head, and threw this ridiculous idea out of his mind, just because he didn't know it was the truth, he certainly wouldn't have thought he'd just let Brando copy through a few details.

In this era, not many people knew Imaria's swordsmanship, and even Cabe herself did not know that his swordsmanship came from this department, and he was only taught when he was young. Not to mention that his district had two swords and he was seen through his strength at first sight, which is ridiculous to say, unless the young man in front of him is a hidden swordsman level figure, that's pretty much it.

His eyes had just fallen on the clothes of Brando's travellers, from Pragues, and Goran-Elson's locally popular clothing, while roughly similar to that of the entire southern Eruin, was far removed from the mountaineers. Cobb, who noticed this, just wanted to talk, didn't expect Brando to have grabbed in front of him.

“Are you foreigners, mercenaries?” Brando's eyes faked crossing Cabo and falling on the mercenaries behind him.

When Brando opened his mouth, Antina stood behind him quietly, left and right. A young girl from the aristocratic family, knowing Dari, naturally understands that this is not the time for her to intervene. But the future businesswoman seemed to know this by nature. She blinked her eyes and looked at Brando and Cabe without saying a word.

Cabe was slightly stunned.

“Exactly, you guys? ”

“We go through Chablis several times a year, not native, but at least familiar with the place. In fact, as soon as I got into town, I wondered when Chablis had so many travelers.” Brando spoke blushly of the fact that it didn't exist: “It wasn't until I saw you that I remembered that it was a mercenary--”

Antitina's eyes glistened behind his back and his face remained the same. Our little Roman is laughing and listening, as if Brando were telling the truth, and it has to be said that businessmen and young ladies are born with some instinct to engage in this profession, for example, in terms of their ability to lie.

“We were invited here to destroy the lizard bandits in the forest.” Brando's answer was plausible. The key was to be calm and comfortable, so that no one could see anything broken. A skilled mercenary naturally answered without worrying about it.

Besides, it's no secret that they're here.

But Cabe was instinctively vigilant and didn't go on talking about it. Instead, he asked, "How many times a year has Chablis gone by? Sir is a businessman, if there is anything we can use for our mercenary corps, please say hello in the future, we will definitely provide the best service. ”

He said, looking back: “But now I'm sorry, but there's a little problem on our side, and I'm afraid I'll be leaving soon, and if Sir has time, I can always welcome him to our mercenary regiment on behalf of our head of delegation. ”

Brando smiled, the guy was obviously impatient to stall him, presumably trying to find the young man in private before. But he pretended not to see, a ‘sudden’ look: "So that's it. ”

“What a coincidence.” He added another sentence.

Cabe was about to leave, but she was stunned to hear it: "Why? ”

“That's right.” Brando smiled and simply followed each other's words: "Actually, this time I came to Chablis not for business, but to find something. ”

Cabe frowned slightly and frowned and stopped.

“What are you looking for? ”

“A tablet containing ancient literature, found in the ruins of Balogon, on the tablet of the Silver Pokémon recording important events. But, Mr. Cable, you know, the ruins were occupied a year and a half ago by a group of lizards.” Brando hastily replied, as if there was one thing: “The last time I came to Chablis, three months ago, to investigate the circumstances of those lizard robbers in the forest, this time I brought in some mercenaries who wanted to sneak in and steal the slab, but I didn't expect to happen to meet Mr. Cable and all of you. ”

Cobb is completely stuck here: “You mean...”

Brando nodded immediately: "Yes, by the rules, for the sake of not clashing, how about an agreement with the interpretation of the rule in article 304 of the mercenary statute? That is, me and my people will temporarily join you and fight with you without endangering yourself. And then when the operation is over, we're all going to take what we need, okay? ”

Most of the rules of the mercenary community are not explicitly laid down, but they are customary enough to settle disputes in general. However, regulations such as those between mercenaries and employers are often thoroughly enforced, while disputes between mercenaries and mercenaries often raise objections. It was about a century ago that the Adventurers' Guild, the temple of fire's subordinate body for the management of adventurers and mercenaries, codified these customary rules into a common code among mercenaries, known as the Mercenaries' Statutes, which provided a temporary solution to subsequent decisions on the settlement of these disputes.

The text has been continuously revised, added and deleted from a hundred years ago, and has been fairly sound and refined to this day, although there are still some green clauses in it. Brando, for example, said this article, which was popular in the northern highlands of Eruin some 150 years ago, but this era has rarely been mentioned.

So when Cabe heard the offer, she couldn't help but stand still.

“No problem with this writing…” Cabe looked at Brando with some scepticism: "But I don't have the right to decide, sir. If you're interested, go see our leader. His name is Makaro, they call him" The Coyote, "and now he's in a hotel, and you should be able to find him there. ”

“No problem." Brando nodded. “Then I'll leave without interrupting your business, Mr. Cable. ”

Cabe had come back to God at this time, just responding to nods that looked like places.

Brando doesn't care about the mercenary captain's reaction. When he first saw these people, he had this idea in his mind that the lizards in the Balogon Forest, although not so vicious, had some difficulty by themselves, and with the help of these mercenaries it would have been much better to do so.

A sage tablet is nothing more than a tablet in the eyes of most people who don't recognize it. In fact, in past games, this tablet only began to warm up after cross-regional missions became more frequent.

So Brando believes in his ability to convince each other.

But who was the captain that Cabe was talking about? Macaro the Coyote? Brando was so slight that he remembered that he had almost ignored such an important message, the Yamaki Blue Mercenary Corps, which turned out to be them. This is one of the 22 most famous mercenary regiments in the South, but young people remember one thing: Wasn't the Yamaki Blue mercenary regiment famous only in the spring?

That's five years from now.

He rubbed his forehead and got a little confused. Is it his own mistake, or has history changed?

But what Brando didn't know was that when he was confused, so was Cabe behind him ——

……

“Captain, who is that? ”

Cobb looked up at his men and shook his head: “I don't know, it looks like a local businessman. ”

“He is familiar with the written text of our mercenary, article 314, which I have never heard of. It's not supposed to be a fake, is it?” A mercenary asked.

Cobb shook his head, of course he knew it wasn't a fake. But it was not a big deal in itself that he remembered Brando only after he had introduced this article, with more than 700 written mercenaries, every detail of which could not be remembered. In fact, with the exception of the 13 core articles, most are supplementary interpretations, and the real life of mercenaries is not so strictly observed.

It was Brando himself who made Cabe feel more mysterious.

He always thought the young man didn't seem so simple.

“A few more people are always good.” Someone said immediately.

“That's not necessarily who knows if they're spies over there. ”

“That's also true...”

“Rest assured, he will join us, even temporarily, according to the writing, and pass the test of the head of the regiment.” A mercenary replied: “The captain will definitely let Gabe out, hey, unfortunately Ekona boy has this problem now, otherwise it's his turn again. ”

Speaking of Ike, these young men couldn't bear to remain silent.

(PS: I was going to write three chapters, but I found it a bit handsome. But anyway, I'm finally relieved. Spring Festival has been written intermittently, so I haven't been able to find the feeling for some time now. It took me two days to slowly recover, but let's get ready to recover and accelerate, so that everyone can wait a long time.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)