The Amber Sword

When Brando finishes this sentence, he looks at the group in his spare time.

Silence in the forest for a moment...

“Mr. Brando, are you all right?” But after experiencing the old fox of the world, Makaro smiled slightly and calmed his mind's surprise and asked: "I haven't expected to meet you here since the attack. ”

Brando thinks you're such an old bastard, and you're pushing the blame on Conrad's side at this point. Do you really think I'm stunned? But of course he didn't show such anger on his face. He just smiled and patted the earth god and lost his life's head. He replied, "Naturally, it's not enough to bother me with this little thing. Unfortunately, you ran away too fast that night, and I wanted to do my duty to help my allies, and I'm terribly sorry. ”

Both sides grind their teeth. The ability to lie with his eyes open doesn't seem to be any worse than anyone, but Brando still behaves with vigilance, and he's a little unsure if Brando really knows the whole truth - or just pissed off because of their falsehoods and serpents. At this age, however, not many young people had such a capital, and he couldn't help but feel a little tricky for a while.

So much so that Brando ignored the prick in his words.

Besides, he didn't come here to fight this young man, and he frowned and looked at the forest behind Brando and hesitated, but he said, "Mr. Brando, did you see anyone else passing through here? ”

“You mean a young man?” Brando smiled at himself.

“Exactly. ”

When Makaro spoke, Brando felt that the people behind him had clearly become a little anxious.

“If I'm not mistaken, that's Mr. Eckhardt, isn't it?” Brando asked.

Makaro, Buga, and the old man between them, he was like, "Have you seen him?” Makaro stepped forward, but then he realized that he seemed to behave a little too much and couldn't help coughing and standing back. He looked at the two people beside him, and Buga kept one hand on his left and right hand from the handle of the sword, and his shady face remained vigilant at all times. And the old man looked at Brando's direction thoughtfully.

But he immediately realized what Brando might have guessed. But he believed Brando could never have known who they were, after all, even inside the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps and even Ike.

“Have you seen him, Mr. Brando?” Makaro coughed and asked: "Eko is a descendant of an important friend of mine, I promised him to take good care of him, but I didn't expect him to accidentally be separated from me. ”

Brando smiled, and you weren't the only one separated from Eko, were you? Don't you see that old fox is in such a hurry? But he didn't get it either. He just said, "Old friend? So this is what Baron Rochelle has always called the Duke of Loun? I'm afraid Mr. Duke won't agree--"

As soon as he spoke, he heard a sword resonate. Brando raised his head and watched the line behind Makaro pull out his sword in his spare time.

“Young man, who are you?” Makaro's face changed and his breath subsided and he asked loudly. He immediately wondered if Brando was one of them, and looked at the earth's gods, who were lying on the ground, bleeding into rivers —— not much like him. Is there a third party? This cunning fox hesitated for a moment. Although it was not unlikely, who else would be interested in this fight? He couldn't help but think whether it was a foreign power? Madara or Cruz?

Brando naturally didn't know this guy had turned so many thoughts in his mind for a moment, but he wasn't going to answer either. He's waiting for a man to talk, the old man between Makaro and Buga. Since the other side is able to stand in front of these two people, it is natural to state his position. But who is this old man who suddenly found out, Duke Rune? No, the Duke of Loun is a big man who can remember correctly, says it's easy to look at, but it doesn't look like it. It's a professional skill that a player can learn in Vaughn's Easy to look at, but a lot of skill leaves a crack, and as an old player, Brando certainly doesn't get confused about that.

Indeed, he waited for a moment and the old man finally withdrew his gaze from him. But the first question he asked was to stun everyone.

“Young man, at your feet, is that a fairy apple?” The old man confirmed for half a day and asked.

Oops! Brando screamed so hard in his heart that he realized he forgot to put this in his backpack. He would not have made such a low-level mistake on a weekday, but Aloz 'words weakened his expectations of this thing earlier, on the one hand because there was a powerful mountain behind him, and he didn't think too much, and to be honest, he didn't expect this group of people to come first.

At the same time, however, he finally recognized who the old man was.

Eluin's chief court wizard, who assisted Anson VII's three dynasty senator, Leewoods? Hardwella? Gemmer. This guy is a mentor to the princess and the little prince today. Turns out he's here too. I didn't expect Macaro to have such a dark chess step. No wonder he could put Eko in Chablis with his chest full of bamboo, as if he'd let the other side die for itself - almost fooled him. But then it became more and more apparent that this guy had his heart covered, and now it seems that everything facing the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment was probably planned by the old fox himself.

Is the purpose just not to drag mud with water?

Brando couldn't help but grasp the grip of a short sword, and while in one way or another he shared these noble utilitarian values, he played with the feelings of those who lived together in the morning and evening, or perhaps never thought of them as one thing. Thanford, Sy, what happened to them was all about life, fighting for it, giving for it, but for these people in front of them, it was like an abstract, non-existent phantom.

But when they no longer need this illusion, the dreams of the little people in their eyes are disillusioned like bubbles, poking lightly, even irresistible. Poor Sy, they probably don't even know that.

Brando took a deep breath and bit his teeth, determined to teach these guys a lesson in front of him. Not because he has a big name, but because he's upset now —— he's upset, and he's capable of it. So he wants Makaro, Buga, even this old man to pay for what happened to Sy, Sandford and others.

“Master Leewoods, is it? ”

Brando picked up the golden apple at his feet and swayed it in front of everyone.

His move suddenly changed the face of Makaro and Buga, and they realized what the fairy apple was in Leewoods mouth. That's the fruit of the golden tree, Martha. With this, they have the money to change everything. The body of the old king's windy candles, or the cowardly character and destiny of His Royal Highness, with the gold apple, everything has a chance to change.

Is this the chance God gave Eruin?

No one can bear to think of that at this moment.

Even a deep city like the cunning fox can't help but change its face and breathe fast. Even Master Leewoods, who has experienced countless waves in his life, couldn't help but say, "Young man, what you have is important to us. May I ask if you can sell it to us and we can afford whatever price you want, whether it's money or power? ”

Brando felt two slender hands on his shoulders, and a slight voice grinned, “Are you going to sell them, Mr. Brando? I'll allow it. ”

But Brando just smiled, and he looked at these people indifferently, and he said, "You want this? ”

“Exactly," Macaro said, “Mr. Brando, what you have is very important to us. It's so important that it could change the fate of many people, believe me, we didn't want to buy this apple out of our own minds. And we're willing to follow the principle of fair trading, and we'll try to satisfy you as long as you give us a price. Whether it's money, women or power, everything you want.” He said so in very inflammatory terms.

Brando whispered in disdain, grinning: "What a big breath, what do you use to guarantee all this? How can I trust you, Mr. Macaro? With the power of the Eluin royal family behind you? You ask me what I want? Well, I'd like to ask you two a couple of questions...”

Two questions?

What are the requirements for Makaro, Buga and Leewoods to face each other? But the opportunity was not lost, so he nodded, “Go ahead. ”

“The first question is, actually, I'm curious, I don't understand your plan. I have some incomprehensibility as to why Mr. Makaro and Mr. Buga are in danger here, and why even the decade-long Grey Wolf mercenary regiment has been destroyed as a result. ”

Makaro and Buga couldn't help but notice that his problem was this. But Leewoods coughed and whispered, “Young man, the struggle involved is far more than simple on the face of it. I don't know how much you know about it, but we don't want the outside world to know that the royal family is actually behind this...”

He didn't really want to say so much to a stranger, but it seemed that Brando had recognized him and that what he had was so important that the old man had to lower his profile to explain it to him.

“So that's it.” Brando nodded.

“So the second question, are you out now to regroup the separated Grey Wolf mercenary group?” Brando smiled softly: “In fact, here's the thing, I've compiled some of your people...”

Makaro and Leewoods looked at each other and shook their heads: "No, Mr. Brando, you're worried. We were just chasing Mr. Eko out because he insisted on finding his own companion and fiancée.” Speaking of fiancées, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. After all, it would be embarrassing to tell the only fiancée of the Duke.

But that's all, he shook his head and continued: "As for the Grey Wolf Mercenary Group, it's a thing of the past. It doesn't exist, the people you're compiling, and I thank you on their behalf. ”

Sure.

Brando grinds his teeth...

Then he heard a sound, and everyone turned around and saw a red-haired girl with a hand covering her chest, covered in blood, standing there idly, and the spear in her hand didn't know when she was going to fall to the ground.

(PS. Last scene slipped, chapter name forgot to change. I'm sorry about that.

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