The Amber Sword

“Sy?”

The red-haired girl looked at him without saying a word but shook her head; then she raised her head and Brando saw something from the burning amber eyes. He turned around and found that there was an unknown number of guests on the corridor on the second floor of the lobby.

Or it was there, just before he found it.

The tall skull held a battle axe and was covered in an old brass armor, with its windy jaw slightly open and a crack in the skull as if it were a silent mockery. Kabbas looked down at him with a slight flash of dark yellow flame in his orbit, and it had recognized this young man who had seen a far-sighted side in the siege of Riedenberg.

“Viscount Tinsgang? ”

Kabbas said in a dull, windy voice, "Riedenberg, farewell, are you okay? ”

“Ma-da-la.” Brando grinds a few words out of his teeth.

Madara's dead. Why are they here? The young man looked at Groudin with indifference, and his heart turned sharp and asked coldly: "When has Madara become one of the aristocrats of Eruin? ”

“Over time, life becomes dust. There are only interests in this world that remain unchanged, Viscount. ”

Kabbas answered low.

Its answer was true to Brando's guess that Groudin was colluding with Madara. But what do they want? Brando raised his head and saw the battle axe in the hands of the tall skeleton tilting between him and this despicable baron. I'm sure Kabbas won't stand idly by as long as he does.

This‘ One-Eyed ’Tagus' commander, Lord of the Dark Kingdom, has at least a median strength in gold. He himself had just touched the edge of the Golden Step, but it was not difficult to stop him from killing a man in front of his eyes.

With Tagus walking on foot and caution, Kabbas is here, and I'm sure he won't be left unanswered. Brando turned around and saw the shadow admirer on one side, then walked out of a young man in a grey robe with a pale face.

Roscoe, another old acquaintance; Brando remembers the first time he saw each other in Butch as a humble sorcerer apprentice, but now he already has two purple flame crests on his collar.

Intermediate Necromancer.

Brando silenced and looked at Baron Groudin not far away.

The latter also regained some calm from his previous panic, when the middle-aged man, holding on to wood chips with a face that resembled water, forcefully calmed down, except for the blue-grey, subcutaneously swollen blood vessels that exposed his inner tension.

But Brando's sword turned, and the silver blade struck a dark light in his eyes, causing the latter to shrink slightly. Groudin then realized that it was a silent trick, and his heart burst with anger, but he couldn't stand it.

“I had no idea someone could sell their soul to the devil," Brando replied coldly. "You rotten bone skeletons must be here to save this guy's life? ”

Baron Groudin retrieved a little gas from his allies, grinding his teeth like a beast, his eyes exposed, and his voice lowered: "Young man, just let the word go. But you know in your heart that even if you don't rely on my allies Maddalene, do you dare to fight the Jean de Neil family? For the sake of temper, there is bound to be a war between the two families; in the end - Viscount Tinsgang, I'm sure your family will not allow you to do this without doing your job...”

But he hasn't finished his speech and has been interrupted by Brando's icy whimper - as if the temperatures in the lobby had plummeted several degrees and fallen into the cold air.

Almost everyone here, except the dead, could not help but fight a cold war.

Baron Groudin was even more stiff, and the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat forever. Just like he would never understand, he was wrong from the start, because Brando was just a fake. In fact, the killing machine in the young man's heart had moved, his hands flashed, and the long sword in the cage had been stabbed straight into the throat of Baron Groudin.

The latter was shocked, and he obviously didn't expect Brando to really do it, which was against the rules! Baron Groudin stayed there unknowingly for a while - had it not been for a heavy axe falling from the sky and falling on the ground, the long axe handle would have choked Brando's sword - and I'm afraid the only thing left on the spot would have been a dead body.

“I seem to have said," Kabbas holds the axe in his hands and looks down at the young man: “Baron Groudin is our important ally, and he cannot be handed over to you so easily. ”

“I'm sorry you didn't say that.” Brando's needlepoint is facing each other, with both hands pulling back simultaneously. Brando unleashed a power outburst, taking three steps back from each side, and nobody gained anything.

“Young man, it's time for you to step back," Kabbath stopped by holding the battle axe to the ground, then looked up and replied, "Madara and Eruyinshan have ceased fighting, why do you have to start a war with the Baron? With all this noise in the lobby, the guards outside the castle can't fail to notice, and you're not worried about your servants staying in the courtyard--"

Brando's face is heavy and he needs to keep doing it.

“Mr. Brando!” But when the red-haired girl grabbed his sleeve, she bit her teeth - Thunford and the rest of the Grey Wolf mercenaries were still out there.

“Miss Antittina, do you think I shouldn't have killed this scum?” Brando asked coldly.

The aristocracy was slightly overwhelmed, which brought us back to God from a moment earlier. Her face looked terribly bad at Groudin sitting on the ground, and she couldn't help but crush the other person's face, so that she was not like the other person; but she took a slight breath and held on to the discomfort in her heart and answered:

“My lord, this man is the lord of the kingdom after all. ”

The noble young lady said something about giving Brando Groudin's identity. In times of chaos, there are more than one example of nobility fighting each other, and as long as it does not hurt the fundamentals, the kingdom may not have time to heed - but she is going to tell Brando that the trouble lies with the man behind Groudin.

As the kingdom of Eruin, Count Denel, the supreme administrator and nominally privileged Count of a frontier area on the Danel side, is virtually one and the only legitimate private army in the kingdom, since two generations ago, when this family, with its deep historical heritage, began to usurp the aristocratic private army in response to the barbarian invasion on the frontier.

Even if there is a royal family that does not value these ‘barbarians' and the checks and balances of mountain autonomy, the strength of this privileged Count is evident in this troubled world.

If Brando were to kill his children here, it would be a declaration of war between the families. Although he called himself Viscount Gunstine, he could not hold the fire, and these things could not withstand careful scrutiny - not to mention the interest of young people in pursuing a territory. Man can run, but the nascent territory is not hit, and I fear that in the face of Count Denel's outrage, it will only be destroyed once and for all.

Noble girls were reluctant to see young people's hearts and minds flowing, so they hoped that he would think twice before proceeding. But on the one hand, she was unwilling to reveal even a little cowardice in front of this beastly baron.

But she was convinced that if it was the young man in front of her, she would be able to understand every implication in detail.

Brando snorted coldly.

“Think about the timing of the trial and move on.” The split, windy jaw of Kabbas seems to symbolize a silent smile.

The sword in the young man's hand slanted to the ground, his eyes crossed over the tall skull and stared at Groudin, indifferent, as if looking down at a dead dog ——

Feeling Brando's blatant cold slaughter, Groudin was hardened, or because he was hiding behind Kabbas, he sneered: "If you don't kill me today, Mr. Viscount, you will pay me back twice as much after tomorrow.”

This Baron Tonyger almost chewed his teeth out, and he had not been so humiliated since he was a child - the gentlemen who had invited Brando to see the joke were now more like lifting a stone and smashing their feet, a frustration that burned his mind.

But he was going to say something to further provoke Brando so that this young man could lose his mind and fight Kabbas. But he was just about to open his mouth, and he saw Brando lifting his hand...

A silver light had passed his cheek.

Baron Groudin was stunned, his hair on one side of his cheek fell halfway down and his face was burning hot and painful, adding an eye-catching trace of blood to his side. He stagnantly touched it with his hands and let it go - his palms were brilliant with blood, and the powerful lord of Eruin howled like a pig.

Kabbas didn't move, and this tall skull didn't have to look back to know what Brando's blow would do. It is not Groudin's escort, it does not have to fight for this slight skin trauma, and it is better to teach the latter a lesson, save the arrogant nobleman who does not always understand their relationship.

He looked at Brando again, and the young man dropped his hand and said coldly: "Keep your dog's head and pick it up next time...”

Go ahead, he glanced around the hall and the cold breath forced everyone to take a step back. Then the young man turned around and looked at Antina and Sy and walked out of the hall without a word.

As he turned around, the guards he had already heard outside the hall and the heavy armored guards immediately brushed their sides apart, joking, Brando Powell struck down the scene of more than twenty knights, most of them happened to witness, even if they didn't see it with their own eyes, listening to the others did not understand what kind of killing this young man was. As long as he doesn't make it with their lords, they're thankful. Where else would they dare to stop him?

And in the hall, Groudin's heart screamed, though angry and anxious, he had the heart to let his men leave Brando behind, but he could not stop thinking about Brando's cold sword when he did it before.

The baron opened his mouth and the last words were stuck in his throat.

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