The Amber Sword

death-like silence.

“Daddy...”

Sudden noises in the crowd broke the silence, and the voices were tender and full of tension.

The woman covered the little boy's mouth in haste, and she raised her head and looked at the nearby aristocratic cavalry with a pitiful eye. The immediate man's face was filled with deliberate surprises and unexpected colors, but he could not hide his shady eyes from flashing low.

“Do you know this man? ”

The man licked his lips and pointed a spear at the bloody corpse on the ground. Companions of the noble cavalry came up, like a bunch of hyenas smelling bloody.

Women held their children and shook their heads helplessly with tears.

“Let go of that little thing, let him speak.” The man sprayed the woman's hair with a spear tip, he said.

Instead, the woman held it tighter, as if she was carrying her most important treasure for fear of losing it; all around her eyes showed intolerable divinity, but moved away from it.

“Didn't you hear me? ”

“My lord, please let him go, he is young.” The woman cried and begged.

The aristocratic cavalry grunted with disdain: "Bitch.” He raised his spear, but found a woman with a long bow in front of her with open arms.

“Hmm?” The man was full of meat on his face.

Brando also secretly loosened his fingers on the handle of the sword, recognizing that it was the young people who stood up and distributed the food.

“Enough, bullying a woman is nothing!” The female archer who stopped the noble cavalry was angry: “I am Sir Sir's daughter, and I command you to stop now! ”

“Oh?” the noble cavalry stunned, turning back to his companion and saying, “Hey, what about this chick after she was a nobleman? What do you say we do? ”

The cavalry laughed low.

“Where is your father a nobleman?” The man lifted his chin and asked in disdain.

By the time he asked, the female archer's companion had realized it was bad, "Faya, beware -!” A swordsman wearing a heavy armor came out of the crowd, but it was a little late. The chief aristocratic cavalry had stuck a spear in the woman's belly.

Suddenly, the female archer did not expect the other party to dare, she dared not believe to whisper, watching her small abdominal wound bleed like a spring - the resulting pain drowned in her. The woman wobbled and lost her strength, kneeling down in the blood, to see that she could not live.

The man retracted the spear indifferently, as if he had done a thing of no great importance; at the same time, the noble cavalry behind him took the long bow off his horse and shot at the adventurers in the crowd. At a time when it rained heavily, adventurers in the crowd brushed down more than a dozen times with civilians.

The noble cavalry did not care whether they had harmed the innocent or not, and they had driven the crowd away from them at the most efficient speed in order to avoid sudden attacks.

“Faya!” The swordsman with the sword broke, sweeping his sword and shooting at his arrow, but the voice fell, and a companion behind him fell down.

“You bastards! ”

Swordsmen roared and separated the crowd, one sword to the man headed by the other. The rider raised the spear ‘when’ and blocked the swordsman's sword and drank cold in the crack of the racket: “Whoever dares to strike is against the Lord! ”

The agitated crowd suddenly became silent.

However, the swordsman did not speak, and another sword swept at each other's legs. But the rider simply punched the spear down, swept it outward and struck the sword in the swordsman's hand, and he crossed the spear and struck the other side with a heel, a spear to the other side's neck ——

The upstream and downstream power of black iron is almost overwhelmingly suppressed.

However, the flesh-faced noble cavalry suddenly felt hemp in his hand, as if a huge force had been uploaded from the spear to make him almost unstable to grasp; ‘When’ a metallic resonant sound, the spear stabbed the swordsman had deflected to one side, crossing the latter's neck.

“Who...!” The man turned around angry and saw a young man not far away wearing a black coat, collared flowers and a white shirt lined with white gloves retracting the long bow in his hand.

Then he raised his head and looked at him cold on the horse.

Quiet on the scene.

Antitina, Thunford, Tiger Sparrow and Sy all look back at their Lord with amazement, and Brando is not in their minds a person who likes to get in trouble. But Brando knew for himself that he was not ignoring everything, but whether he had crossed the bottom line of his heart.

Roman looked at the man who had brought himself out of Butch with great interest, as if he had seen it from one side, and she had a hidden feeling that only this moment belonged to the real Brando; perhaps in a sense she could understand some of Brando's ideas and qualities, as if they were the same beyond the world.

Just as the businesswoman understood from the moment she fled with those refugees in Lidenburg. My own Brando is a true knight, an outrageous Brando, a leader Brando, a murderous Brando, and the one who was so mean to her.

Every one of them, she likes.

Everyone turned around, as if their eyes had stretched at that moment, and their horizons widened, and this young man in a black trench coat on a horse became the center of the whole street.

The flesh-faced man had a slight glimpse of his eyes, and he was surprised to see Brando surrounded by well-equipped guards. They are not truly blind as noble militants, compared to the noble lady who may not have suffered any setbacks before - nothing in his mind, of course, in his view. What does a little jazz daughter stand for here? Tonygal loses countless lives every day, a little nobleman who dares to seek justice in front of the Baron? However, the young man in front of him is distinctly different, the average person would not travel with so many entourage, and the guard around him is not weak and has an elite standard in the Eruin army.

I'm afraid it's not an ordinary aristocratic offspring.

Men dare not be lazy and put away spears. He asked cautiously, "Your Excellency?” When he said so, the noble cavalry stood in groups around them, opening their long bows and aiming at the others around them, and the cold light on the arrows calmed down all those with hot minds.

“Let them go.” Brando didn't even look at the archers, he said coldly; joking, it was ridiculous to have Sy and the tiger bird around him to let him or those around him get arrows.

Besides, his own strength was not weak, and the reward for perfect dramatic experience came on time after he left the Legion of the Silver Elves. More than 200,000 experiences, as if they were pies descended from the sky, directly smashed his mercenary rank to 25; after the character's rank 32, his strength and physique broke through 70, and he cleverly surpassed 40 levels, bringing his overall strength to the upstream level of silver. Just to reach one level of gold involves the realization of the elements, not only the improvement of physical qualities, but also the very high perception requirements, Brando calculated the average, he estimated that he had to break through the silver peak to enter the Golden Hall, at least until the overall level reached about forty.

Even upstream of silver in the district is enough to kill 10 in and 10 out of these noble cavalry soldiers.

So he had no time talking to this guy, and if he hadn't thought about Baron Groudin behind it, he'd be flying 100 meters away with a sword right now with these animals.

“Sir, we are not very good at this,” Brando's indifference implements the presumption of the noble cavalry, and the murderous noble cavalry attitude is respectful: “These people may be accomplices to the bandits outside the city, let them go, we have a hard time explaining with the Baron -”

But he said that, instead of cooperating, he chose confrontation. After all, they killed the daughter of a small nobleman, and I'm afraid the news would cause trouble if they let their companions out.

Brando grinned, "Put away your ghost tricks. Who do you think you're talking to?” The young man held down his sword handle with one hand and stared at each other: “I killed you like a dog, but then I apologized to Groudin. If you don't kill him, you sell him a face, but my tolerance isn't limitless...”

After he finished, he pulled out half the long sword in the cage, and the sword blade was snowflake, reflecting a cold heart.

The aristocratic cavalry is nitrogen.

Brando is right, this is the reality of the world, where people's lives do not differ from one another, noble and lowly, and all that remains is the difference in power. The only difference now is that the girl they killed has no way to resist. God is so precious and so costly.

These cold-blooded and heartless people looked at each other and finally had to choose to show weakness. They nodded, and the man behind them finally let go of the spear on the swordsman's neck.

The swordsman seemed to want to resist, but a man had come out of the crowd to hold him. Another of his companions, Brando, saw what the man said in his ear, and the latter finally calmed down.

He saw the shape of his mouth:

“Don't get anyone in trouble. ”

Brando had a slight sigh in his heart. It's a bunch of naive guys, but in a world like this, it's very expensive. He saw those men quietly stash the bodies of their own companions, and then split up the crowd and came to him.

“Thank you, sir. ”

The first to thank him was a skinny young man with a pale face, long, light grey hair, monolithic glasses and a silver chain sitting behind his ear. The young man was wearing a green and grey robe and, from the pattern on his cuffs, was still a sorcerer apprentice.

String Wizard? There are not many wizards Brando would like to train in this faction. The young man seemed polite and indifferent, but his eyes captured a hint of patience and anger, and Brando looked at the other companions, including a light swordsman and a female element, and wrote his grief on his face in comparison.

That was a character, and he looked down at the courteous young man and couldn't help but think about it.

“Want revenge?” He asked.

The young man looked up at him with a slight glance and suspicion. Then the young wizard apprentice shook his head and left the crowd with his companion. Brando looked at each other's back and knew that they would never feel comfortable, but he just couldn't trust himself.

But he was somewhat surprised that such a group of naive young people actually had such a role. He turned his attention back to the noble cavalry.

“Master, we've done everything we have to do. Now you have to give us an explanation, right?” The leading aristocratic cavalry stalled him and asked carefully.

Brando snorted.

“Lord Lord?” Antitina whispered.

He nodded, and since he was involved in this, it was necessary to see Baron Groudin once. After all, it's on the other side's territory, otherwise it won't look so good to have been invited by force. Instead, it's a step ahead of the ancestors so that they don't know what he's all about.

Baron Groudin?

Brando thought about it.

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