The Amber Sword

“Ken talked to me?” He asked.

It's not surprising that Brando looked at the problem of Antina, a refugee native. Here, even life itself is a fragile and worthless thing. Antittina probably would never have thought that you could swap a boy for a sheep somewhere, and if it was a girl, the price would be even lower.

With a little bit of power, or power, you can trample on the existence of others. Bandits and lords are killing people, the difference is one outside the city, one inside the city. Even if you kill people on the street, all you have to do is pay the local lord a little money - darker, maybe even he'd rather have you kill two more.

Because in the eyes of some lords, real gold coins are much cuter than those who need more money to feed themselves.

Antitina stunned slightly.

She thought it was Brando who was dissatisfied with her previous performance, but bowed her head and replied: "… sorry! My lord, I am too discreet. ”

Brando stalled: “You're mistaken. I never blamed you, Miss Antina. ”

The nobleman looked up at him as if he were confirming the veracity of his sentence. But then she lowered her head and said nothing.

“If we are in our territory, we need to go further south.” Brando replied.

“To the south? ”

Antitina was really stubborn: "Leaving Tonigal is barbaric. ”

“Have you heard of the Pioneering Knight, Antina?” Brando asked.

“Ah--”

The aristocratic lady couldn't help shouting, how could she not know that? Young aristocrats, knights, who have no territorial inheritance, who have the right to enlarge the kingdom from the temple of flames, take a handful of people from the barbaric wilderness to open up a whole new territory on their own. Such stories sound like fairy tales from past bedside stories. But how could she not have thought that such a legend would happen to her? At first she felt a little panicked. After all, it sounded good to open up territory in the wilderness, but it was actually an extremely dangerous thing. Something so painstakingly unpleasant has been unattended in Eruin for a hundred or two years, so this moment sounds a little more like Tianfang Night Tan.

But then she calms down. What's the danger? In contrast, she lived in the shaky old house of Prague, where there was at least a glimmer of hope, almost invisible to these people. To think of it, she couldn't help but look at Brando once more —— a pioneering knight, in the title Eruin, who sounded like a classical hero, full of spirit of progress. Dangerous, but romantic, and on either side, the Lord meets the best standards in her heart.

It's just a shame he already has someone in mind.

Antitina lowered her eyelashes and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

She looked at Roman, the businesswoman, who had been thoroughly educated by Brando after two bad records of wearing around on dangerous battlefields, and was now quite on her own. But at this moment, her eyes were on the other side, and she said to the young man, “Brando, look over there.”

The young lady seemed to be born with the ability to attract attention, so that Antina and Brando turned back and looked to where she was pointing.

There are many outbound travellers on the streets, just like them--

In fact, since Brando's astonishing artifact reaction last month, news circulated in bars and hotels all over the place has led to the appearance of the artifact in Denel, and the bards everywhere have taken it north, and the adventurers of luck have flocked to it. Mercenaries, adventurers, not to mention bounty hunters, who themselves smell like bloody hyenas or sharks, have packed their bags and gathered here.

Even the Star and Moon Councils, the Black Tower Wizards sent their probes, and the nobles, while keen on the situation of the storm in Eru, sent their own eyeballs, at a time when Denel actually gave Graf (Princess Regent's territory) a one-step wind and cloud meeting.

This is only half a month away, and the number of migrants in the region has at least more than doubled. This is also because Tonigal is constantly under threat of war and there is a certain risk, otherwise this must be an adventurer's paradise. If it was a more peaceful time, the local lords would have laughed.

Now, however, the situation has become somewhat complicated.

Brando's eyes swept away from these people - just as his nobility was distinguished from them. Like the local personalities around them, these adventurers stand in the middle of the street as if there were three completely different worlds simultaneously.

That feeling is like the three categories of people in the same volume depicted in three completely different expressive styles, static and distinct.

Adventurers are irrelevant to locals, and locals are reluctant to engage the lawless - at least the vast majority of them. Except for that part Roman meant.

In Brando's eyes, a small group of adventurers are distributing food to some of the local skinny children. This scene gave him the illusion of a backward turn of time, as if he had returned to the world of the ‘Sword of Amber’ of the past, as did those players who had been oversympathetic. But then he shook his head and threw away this unrealistic fantasy, and the adventurers, although mostly profitable, were still young people who ventured out just for dreams.

It's like seeing these four men and women in front of you.

“Young people, indeed.” Brando couldn't help but think that adventure was not in fact a romantic, sword-filled life as mentioned in the bedside story, but of course a sword-filled sword was not a lie. Yet the adventurers' lives are in fact harsh and bloody and often have to be found in dangerous places, like mercenaries, where life and death are very frequently separated, and the gains are even less pitiful than the risks, and while there is no shortage of those who are wealthy overnight, most end up, without exception, as a pile of unknown bones.

That is why most adventures have to become realistic and profitable. And only young people act with unrealistic ideals. Brando can even speculate that these young people may not have even really started traveling long enough.

Otherwise, it would simply be after a well-resourced businessman and nobleman.

But he turned back and asked, "What are you looking at? ”

But then he saw this businesswoman's beautiful dark brown jewel-like eyes spinning, as if a creative idea had been born, and it felt a little bad, "What do you want?” Brando couldn't help but ask with some vigilance that Little Roman's repeated and extraordinary ways of doing things had already alerted him to his own volition.

“That's it.” Roman replied naturally.

“Roman, we don't carry much food with us anymore," Antittina understood her thoughts in a flash, whispering, "so many of us and horses are not consuming a small amount. To buy so much food locally, you have to deal with the local lords, remember the last time? ”

Nobleman Jinjin said that not long ago, when passing through a small nobleman's territory, Brando went to the other side to buy food, but the other side saw Sy going with him, and that he sent a private escort to abduct people that evening. Although more than thirty private black iron guards were a little overwhelmed in front of Brando, and the end result was a young man's defeat, accompanied by a harsh extortion, the incident rang the alarm bell for everyone.

Though the kingdom has not yet collapsed, the local lords are long gone.

Brando had to look at the girl with some emotion. Last time I thought about it, it was a nobleman of unknown nationality, and this time it was Baron Groudin who had to face it. Although this guy is not worth mentioning in Eruin's history, his father made Count De Nell an ordinary man. He's presumably going to kill with someone today, and tomorrow he's going to play the Count's army's hunt code.

Even at one point he doubted that Grand Duke Lune's army would allow Count Denel to travel freely on his territory, perhaps reaching an agreement between the princess wing of the Royal Party and the Count himself. At least there are alliances in the dark. Of course, he's going to have to deal with these vampires one by one sooner or later, but that's also going to have to wait for him to have a full-fledged, vital voice. Although it may not sound very good, it has to be said that power is at least now one of the most important rules in the world.

Instead of listening to Antina, Roman shook his head with joy and said with a little mystery, "Brando, Antitina, haven't you noticed? ”

“Find out what? ”

“How to do business...”

“Huh?”

Brando couldn't help but touch the girl's flat forehead like a jade and thought it was not a fever. And the wild elf element makes the sisters of our sisters even more curious to ask: “There is a saying in our hometown that businessmen are not with their poor counterparts - Miss Roman, are there business opportunities in such a barren place? ”

“Tia!” Sister Flo glanced at her severely.

The elf little girl threw up her tongue in fright and swallowed the second half of the sentence back into her stomach.

But Roman didn't care about the little girl's rebuttal, and naturally replied, “You can't say that. Auntie said," Where there's an exchange, there's a businessman. ”

“That's right," Antitina shook her head, knowing that Tia was right. Not only is it poor, but it is backward and blocked, and there are no specialities. There is not even a single road between the territories that allows carriages to pass. Business conduct is just a distant term: “But there is even a lack of necessary conditions for exchange…”

“Is that so, but isn't that an exchange?” The businesswoman looked at the behaviour of those young adventurers and asked with interest. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)