The Amber Sword

After leaving Baron Groudin's castle, Brando did not say a word, though he walked out the door of the castle like a king: nobody dared to stop what had passed, even though the most loyal knight to Groudin only dared to press his sword and spread out to both sides with fear. But the young man was not happy at all, and his hand held his sheath tight - as if the long sword were still there - and the sheath clacked because of excessive power.

Yes, but he compromised.

He was not afraid of the forces of Madara's alliance with Baron Groudin, but his pleading eyes touched him. Just as he could never have been Makaro, he couldn't have ignored Sandford and the other Grey Wolf mercenaries who stayed in the courtyard because of his anger.

He understands that that's the only relative and trustee the girl has in the world. She has the right to do so.

But he understood that his heart still felt repressed and angry.

Especially when even Antina politely objects--

Young people can't bear to feel cold.

What he was trying to resist was Eruin's decaying rules, but he found out starkly that he was not capable at all - not even supported - he knew that Antittina wanted him to be included in the rules, and that nobleman Thousand Kings, although not explicitly stated, had not concealed her true thoughts.

Indeed, this is a better option for him.

But is that possible?

Brando never thought he'd give up his ideas one day, and if he backed off, he'd give up everything. So he was irrevocable, and even if it was a blade ahead of him, he had to stand with Groudin.

So while he knew that Madara's spirit had stood with Count Denel, he had to do the same. He has already made a statement, and all that is left is time to argue.

Brando clasped his lips and crossed the castle's suspension bridge without a word. But with the afternoon breeze, a stinging smell of blood went straight into his nose - and he heard a shout behind his back, the voice of Antina.

Brando raised his head subconsciously, but at that moment, the young man stayed put. The familiar street in front of him seemed to have been stretched out indefinitely in his sight, and the long streets stretched to the end of the sky, and there was no one on the street, but a new row of crosses was erected on the street ——

A row of crosses hung with bloody corpses.

Most of the bodies were dressed as adventurers, mercenaries, and there were other poor people who knew they were from the outskirts. Both men and women, but now there are only dead bodies left.

Brando remembers that in the classical days of Vaughn, local lords would hang the bodies of bandits on the cross to warn those who would continue in the cause.

But at this moment, who is Baron Groudin warning?

Not only was it a warning to him, but also to those silly adventurers and mercenaries in the city, Baron Groudin, who was the owner of the land, who was borrowing this incident to tell the outsiders.

Blood warning.

“Good...”

Brando took a deep breath and almost immediately turned back. But he bit his teeth, and eventually he endured it, but his eyes swept away and he had seen a person flashing on the street.

Is that him?

Brando moved in his heart and immediately chased him up.

He chased the corner of the street and followed it into an alley. The familiar blue grey has been reflected in the curtain, and the young lord has just hesitated, but the other side has spoken:

“Brando... my lord, right?” The young man in the green gray robe looked at him and asked indifferently.

Brando recognized that this was the string wizard apprentice he had had an affair with in the morning, and he was impressed with the other party, naturally not easily forgotten.

He nodded.

The young man did not immediately speak, and both fell into silence. The other person's thin face, though indifferent, can see that silent anger from the bottom of his eyes.

After a brief silence, the young man finally spoke again: "I remember, my lord, have you ever asked me if I wanted revenge?” The skinny young man looked at him unchanged and replied, “If I tell you now, I want to--”

He raised his head and bit his teeth: "Sir, can you show me a path? ”

Brando was silent.

“This is also the idea of the rest of the city, mercenaries and adventurers, who have taken their revenge against Baron Groudin.” The young man stared at him and continued: "If you will, my lord, we will serve you...”

They were no more than 10 meters apart, but Brando shook his head: "I still have that question. Do you want revenge? ”

Young man suddenly.

He hesitated and nodded.

“Then live well," Brando looked at him and replied, “I promise you, but not now. ”

“My lord? ”

Brando stopped talking, and he turned around and walked out of this alley and saw the others who were coming after him. However, in the face of the shady face of the young man and the endless anger of repression, Tiger Sparrow, Thunford and others who did not know the truth only felt confused.

Young people crossed paths with them.

“Brando.” Only the businesswoman called him.

Roman stood behind him with his little bag in his arms; she looked doubtfully at the latter's face with dark brown eyes, her little eyebrows picking gently: "Are you angry? ”

Brando smiled slightly, he didn't want to say anything more, but he couldn't get angry when he saw the businesswoman's face. He only sighed and gently patted the girl's cheek.

“Thank you," he said.

“Eh," Roman whispered, frowning and pushing his hand away —— curiously asked, "But I haven't said anything yet ——”

“Didn't Antina ask you to come? ”

“How do you know? ”

Brando sighed again and shook his head. He turned back to the other side and saw the aristocratic young lady quickly catch up with her skirt.

“Are you mad at me," Antittina looked up at him and whispered, “Lord? ”

“You didn't do anything wrong, Antina.” Brando answered quietly.

“But you're still angry, my lord. ”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Antina, it's as simple as knowing that things in this world aren't black or white...”

“You are right to say that Count Denel, as the supreme officer on the southern border of Eruin, is powerful enough to say that his private army can shake Cerser for all those who resist him, and even the real big men dare to curse this opponent covertly. Not to mention what little ants don't have in our line of work. ”

Brando shook his head and looked at the girl and said, “Even so, a sneeze from the big man could make our way forward into a crisis jungle, full of thorns, and if we weren't careful, we'd be out of smoke. ”

“But?”

Antitina asked seriously.

“But -” Brando nodded: “These are not my reasons for bowing. I would rather choose the path of iron and blood, fire and sword if the gift of Groudin were to be accepted with a fake smile on my face, even if there was a castle on my chest. ”

“Do you understand? ”

Brando pressed his non-existent sword with a slight bounce of his finger: "You asked me why, Antina. The answer is very simple —— no reason, because I'm Brando. ”

He looked back at Little Roman: "It's Brando from Butch. ”

The businesswoman immediately and playfully blinked at him, as if they were connected.

Antitina whispered a little, and she reacted: "But perhaps we can choose a wiser approach. I can understand your thoughts, my lord, but there is one more sentence between the nobles - the dead have no right to object! ”

“Now we have to face not only Baron Groudin, but also the De Neil family, and Madara, my lord, you --” she bit her lip, although she felt something burning in her chest because of Brando's words, bears burning, but dark eyes still filled with worry.

“That's my business, Antittina," Brando replied softly, "either Groudin, or Count Denel, or even Madara's army of the dead. ”

He looked at Baron Groudin's towering castle again.

“If I have to face it sooner or later, I'll be ready...”

He dropped the sentence and turned around and left.

And far behind the team, the red-haired girl with the long ponytail saw a slight movement in her eyes - she looked at Brando's back and tightened the long gun in her hand.

And the nobleman Kim looked at the young man's back with equal concern, his eyes flashing past an unusual admiration. But that's why the more she worries about what this wonderful young man is doing with impulse. After all, the fact that they are far from strong enough to confront each other is clear, and sometimes everything can be solved without confidence.

* * * * * *

A white porcelain ornament from the Ansen era was smashed to pieces with a 'dawn' sound.

Shortly after Brando's pedestrian departure, Baron Groudin fell into his study angrily. There are only three people left in the room at this moment - Kabbas, Roscoe - who naturally cannot remain in the castle for long as dead spirits, and it is not a small matter of clandestine alliance with Madara, although the consequences of leakage may not be painful for Count Denel.

But in collusion with the dead, the fame spreads, but it doesn't sound good.

At this moment, Groudin was left with only two of his male spouses, so he could vent his anger without hesitation. “Viscount Gunstine, Viscount Gunstine, these Yankees are too deceitful!” The Baron is almost in a state of hysteria, and he has never been so humiliated since he was a child.

If the opponent is not too strong, he must keep the heads of those guys at this moment. Even if it was a war with another family, he did everything he could. Though his father may have some difficulty explaining it to Count De Nell, Groudin in fury cannot afford to do so much at this moment.

He took two breaths, and one of the male pets dared to lean up and whisper, "My lord, they've already left the castle, or why don't you just put them--”

(PS. A few days of melancholy, difficult pen lifting. Close your thoughts for a few days, today you finally have thought, the strong break through the barrier, the eyes are so happy, I hope the eunuchs sprayers can roll away.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)