The Amber Sword

“I had no idea Lord's swordsmanship was so superb. ”

Antitina praised unreservedly as she walked. The only time she had a chance to see Brando doing his best was at an underground auction in Pragues, but that time she was busy running away with Roman and had no time to notice how Brando was dealing with Captain Spiritual.

The sound of the three men's footsteps crossed the hotel's hollow aisle within the walls of the rock, and a series of hollow sounds continued forward until the dark end of the tunnel. The owner of the hotel opened a stone hole window on the rock wall to capture the light and looked forward, throwing a pale, faint spot of light on the dark floor at every distance.

“Yeah, Brando's always been great.” Roman replenishes with a little pride on one side, and she squeezes her eyes - but with a few natural flair. The businesswoman looked back at Brando, smiled, saw the latter's heart pounding, and subconsciously worried about what strange thoughts she was brewing.

Such fears are not hollow winds, and Roman had nothing to do with leaving the forest capital. First, merchants posing as chambers of commerce visited the local noblemen, investigated the market, and then sneaked up on the Brotherhood of Thieves to acquire a map from Magitan to Chablis - which is not to say daring. After all, in this era, drawing a map privately risked hanging.

Of course, this was done in secret from Brando from the beginning, if the young lady had never been able to hide in front of him, he would still not have known that she was secretly doing these little moves alone. Hidden maps, impersonation of nobility, forgery of documents and documents - Brando thought he had despised the laws of this ancient country, but did not expect the businesswoman to have cared at all from the beginning about that black-skinned Kingdom code.

Of course, Brando suspected even more that she had no idea there was a code.

But Roman was cautious and cautious out there, shrewd as a little fox, and not at all. It wasn't Brando who found her sneaking around in the carriage all by herself, yet he didn't know that the dead girl had made a small fortune by these illegal means - her pocket money.

Brando had, of course, warned her very hard about it, but the businesswoman accepted it in vain and then grunted and promised two words, presumably only Martha would know exactly how much she heard.

“What are you thinking?” Brando couldn't bear to ask.

“No.” Roman hurried to shake his head like something.

“Why are you so nervous?” Brando's doubts had to deepen and he had to ask.

“Are you nervous, Brando?” Roman touched his little face and asked curiously with his eyes wide open.

“Forget about it, you're useless to me, little Roman. ”

“No, don't call me that...” The businesswoman's little eyebrow flashed, but she immediately turned her eyes: “Brando, can I go for a walk alone? ”

“Of course not. ”

Brando categorically refused, and he was not afraid that Chablis, a charming town, would be hit by the scourge of the young lady to jump a chicken dog, but considered something else. Today he fought Buga in front of the crowd, subjugating everyone present with a masterful sword technique, even though Makaro the 'Coyote’ could no longer say anything - but it was only a superficial phenomenon, and after the warm blood of the warriors had faded, Brando felt his ideas had become clearer again.

In past games, it was common for a single mercenary or adventurer to temporarily join a strange group of mercenaries while traveling, in fact, anyone could be in trouble traveling and have to rely on the help of others.

Although mercenaries rarely appear in formal agreements under article 314, it is not uncommon, in fact, for such individuals to be integrated into strange groups. Because nominally acting with groups, they are in fact autonomous and guard against each other, so there is little meaning to it other than helping each other.

Thus, the written provision that a mercenary group may propose a test for a joiner is, in many cases, a dead letter. So this afternoon, the unusual behavior of the 'wolf' Makaro and Buga seems to be implicit.

Can Brando even clearly see in the eyes of the middle-aged man standing with Buga that there is a strong suspicion about himself, but is that suspicion necessary?

He's a little confused.

And then I couldn't help but think of the scene that happened outside this afternoon, and from what the young man named Ike said and did, this mercenary group's action against the bandits didn't seem as simple as I had imagined. It's just that they have a different purpose, or are they in some kind of trouble, and what Brando wants to figure out is this.

He doesn't want these mercenaries to look the same as he does, and that's a lot of trouble.

With this in mind, Brando couldn't bear to wrinkle his eyebrows deeply.

“Brando, what's wrong?” Roman winks: “Are you mad at me? ”

“Of course not.” Brando glanced at her, knowing that the young lady was not afraid to be angry, but simply had nothing to say. And he turned back and said, "Antina, what kind of mercenary did they say they were? ”

He suddenly remembered one thing, which was a new problem for him.

“Grey Wolf Mercenary Group. ”

“Grey Wolf? ”

“What, is there a problem?” Antitina asked.

“Nothing” Brando answered casually and muttered to himself: "… Grey Wolf Mercenaries, Grey Wolf?” Shouldn't it be the Yamaki Blue Mercenary Corps, the 'Wolf’ Makaro should be this man? That's right, that middle-aged man, exactly as described, shouldn't be wrong. But why are the names of the mercenaries different?

Could it be that history has changed?

He picked the eyebrows, and there was also the possibility that the mercenary regiment would change its name, although in this area it was not a small matter. It is a cumbersome and enormous project, not to mention the filing of the Adventurer's Union under the Temple of Fire. In general, declarations are unlikely to succeed unless there are significant changes.

Huge change?

Brando looked up and saw a ray of natural light thrown on the ground from a stone window hole in front of him, and his dark brown eyes were uncertain in color.

……

“What do you say? ”

The red-haired middle-aged man touched the scar on his face and turned back and asked.

Standing high, the cool breeze felt comfortable over his face, he couldn't help but close his eyes and stare down at Chablis Town. The town is like an artificially stacked hill with winding steps up a step-by-step hillside.

It has been almost six or seven years since the name ’Coyote’ Makaro was called loud in the mercenary world, a name he left behind when he first entered the business. It means he's brave enough to fight for his life, like a fierce head wolf. Because in the mountains south of Eruin, the head wolf is also known as the Silver Wolf, and that's why it's called.

“Huh.” Buga put his hands on his forehead and laughed: “The boy's military swordsmanship used to indoctrinate, almost to the standard of a master, is in the army...”

He suddenly coughed, “You know what I'm saying? I'm not as good as him at swordsmanship and craftsmanship. The young man named Brando is a true genius, born of a sword, and I find it hard to believe that a man at this age understands swordsmanship so deeply. You know, I couldn't even let go in front of him...”

He laughed: "Before I met Young Master Eko, I never believed that there were geniuses in the world who could go that far, relying on personal dedication and sweat. But after seeing Young Master Eko, and especially after what happened today, I felt like I had made a mistake. ”

After that, he showed a white tooth and smiled.

“Did you compare him to Young Master Eko?” Makaro turned around and the scar on his cheek was rumored to have been left in a battle with the Son of Night. But those familiar with him understood that, in fact, he had this wound on his face long before Makaro became a mercenary: "I do not see that young man of such a standard. ”

“That's why you're the commander and I'm the swordsman. ”

“So you rate him highly? ”

“Well, that young man reminds me of a acquaintance. ”

“Who?”

“A stubborn guy. Forget about it, I'm going to say I don't think this young man is an undercover agent sent over by the cards.” Buga said, "They have such a talented backup on their side, which is well known. ”

Makaro shook his head and smiled: “I don't know, this time of year is too sensitive. I don't believe that 'cards' came here just to grab a job from us, and Chablis was just a small town with little oil and water, so attractive? ”

“You said that, didn't you, you think they had other plans?” Buga turned around and asked.

“Nice.”

“What are they up to? Those lizard bandits have another machine, or what? ”

“I don't know, but Ike has been unusual in recent days," Macaro closed his eyes and took a deep breath: “This worries me a little. I can't let a bunch of bad guys follow us all the time, and the last time this bunch of guys stepped in, this time I'm going to do it once and for all. ”

Buga took a look at him.

“The master agrees? ”

Makaro nodded and shook his head: “The master said nothing. ”

“Then wait. How about that? ”

“We can't wait any longer. The herders are catching up again. Didn't you notice?” ‘The wolf’ answered the wind, 'In three days at most, we'll leave. ”

“What about the young man? ”

“Let him follow. ”

……

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