The Amber Sword

“My lord, the other party has left the castle, or why don't we just take them--”

The man lowered his voice: “Although it's a Viscount, their family can't reach this far south —— if I recall correctly, the guy is from Balta, the northernmost border of the kingdom. ”

“Stupid!”

Baron Groudin was still sober despite his anger. He couldn't help but spit and snorted, "Who are you sending? That guy has at least the strength of gold. Didn't you hear what that bone skeleton said? I'm afraid the red-haired woman next to him has the same strength. ”

“Lord Baron, I'm not thinking very carefully. ”

“Then either close the gates and leave them here.” Another man pet leaned up carefully and asked.

Groudin took a deep breath and kicked the guy out, cursing, “Are you a pig's brain, who can block them? Why don't I send you? ”

The man screamed, but hurriedly climbed up and shook his head in white. He doesn't know what the gold-grade strength is, but he also knows that he must have died.

“Then ask the bone skeletons to come forward. Didn't they sign a pact with us?” The man standing next to Groudin looked at his companion with joy and answered more respectfully.

But Baron Groudin shook his head cold and said with disdain, "They? They will not do it, Madara has just signed a pact with Eruin, and they will not offend another aristocratic family at this time. I don't know what that commander of theirs wants to do here, but I'm sure he won't leave for a while. ”

There was still a word in his heart that had not been said, and in fact the two sides were merely using each other. Signing this covert alliance is simply unlikely to have any face-to-face exchanges, but will allow Denel to crush the southern legions of the kingdom by staying here with Madara's army and further consolidate his power.

That is the true significance of the Covenant.

Of course, those words don't have to be spoken to by a man. He turned his neck and touched the wound on his cheek, answering with some hatred: "But it's not that easy. I have to give the guy a good look. Father may not agree to wage war with another family, but the man next to Viscount Gunstine, I'll see if he can keep...”

He grinned and said immediately: "Bring me a pen and I will write to the Count immediately. ”

“Okay, Lord Baron. ”

The man beside him immediately bowed his head in humility and was ready to do as he was told. But it was at this time that the door of the study opened silently, and a man slipped in like a shadow and said in a low voice:

“Lord, things have been done on Cary's side. I just got their pigeons...”

Groudin's slight glimpse reminded me of this. He nodded immediately, biting his teeth, and said, “That's just in time. Put that thing and the letter in my father's hands. I'm sure he won't refuse my little request. ”

When he turned around and saw where the figure was still, he couldn't help but ask: “Is there anything else? ”

“Lord, the city seems a little unstable right now, and I'm worried about the mercenaries...” replied the shadow.

“Leave them alone, though Maddalene's bone skeletons won't help me against that damned Viscount. But they won't let those mobs do anything to my detriment, which I know better than you.” Groudin waves: “Go down, if the mercenaries don't know what to do, I'll teach them to behave...”

The person nodded silently and withdrew.

* * * * * *

On the other hand, while Antittina is eager to make the rest of the day a safe and secure past, it is as if there are things in the world that are not shifted by the will of man, a nobleman from Pragues who never thought that things would go beyond her expectations from the outset.

After the conflict with the local lords, Cold Cedar City naturally could not stay any longer. Although Brando had no fear of revenge, he had to consider Madara putting a cold arrow behind his back. After all, they had handed over one hand in Riedenberg and were later locked in Pragues, perhaps still on the list of Instarone assassinations.

Kabbas may be tempted by the fact that his identity as Viscount Gunstine is only an illusion, but not for a lifetime.

Leaving Tony Gehl early is the smartest choice of the day.

Yet they only left town three hours later and hit a cavalry from Groudin.

……

Cary Nail Hammer was equally surprised. But this cavalry captain, with a grim face like a hyena, was surprised by his good luck, and he looked greedy at some of the women in the pedestrian, Martha, who had never seen such a wonderful woman in the area.

Even if there are only a few women in the territory who are lords, he does not dare to think of anything else. The rest are either skinny, yellow-faced poor people or simply prostitutes who don't belong in hotels.

He has such a beautiful temperament that he has never seen it.

Carrie the Jackal couldn't help but rub her eyes and almost thought she was dreaming. He couldn't resist trying to give such a group of women to the Lord in exchange for what good, and of course, leaving behind something that didn't seem impossible. He secretly licked his lips and glanced at the people who were stopping him on the street - just a bunch of mercenaries - and this was not the first time he had dealt with them, and the last woman of Lord Lord was the sister of a small mercenary leader.

Didn't he teach the bad guys a lesson?

Cary darkened his head, only a dozen people, although the power of the black iron swim was a bit tricky. But before his hundred and ten hands were worth mentioning, he couldn't help but increasingly confirm that it was a big pie that God had given him.

His hands had fallen quietly on his nail hammer handle and his eyes had finally stopped on the young man headed by the crowd.

A young man?

Looks like a little nobleman.

It is not uncommon for Cary, a noble offspring travelling, to identify herself with each other, in Vaughnde, but such a thoughtful run to such a barbaric place as Tonigal is generally a naïve thing to think about.

You really think you can run around with an aristocratic identity? The cavalry captain couldn't help laughing and licking his lips and asking:

“Who are you people? ”

His hand was always on the weapon and his voice was as memorable as a broken windbox: "Don't you know where this is? So many people are carrying weapons in violation of the prohibition--”

He was going to say 'bandits traveling in the wild', but his second sentence was quickly lost, because the cavalry captain had seen the young man look at him with a strange look, and it felt like he was looking at an idiot.

“You're from Green Village, right?” Brando asked as if he hadn't heard the other question.

Carrie snapped, but reacted immediately.

“Bastard, who do you think you're talking to? Do you know who we are? Lord Groudin's security cavalry, now I suspect you are a gang of bandits traveling in the wild. Drop your weapons and grab them!” He shouted viciously: "Otherwise, you will have no time to regret until I give you my command! ”

“So?” Brando asked.

“So what?” Cary the Jackal didn't even know Brando's repressive intentions, or his habit of crossing paths, didn't expect a bunch of upstream mercenaries in black iron to dare resist. You know, he's got more than a hundred cavalry men behind him -- not the scaffolds in the legions, but the bloodthirsty ones who spend a lot of money picking out of the mercenaries.

He replied with some pride, "But now Ben gives you a chance to rehabilitate," the cavalry captain scored among the mercenaries with his left hand: “The woman stays, and the others leave me alone. ”

Antittina, who stood behind Brando, did not feel any anger when she heard the words. Instead, she had become accustomed to the flights of these aristocratic militias, although she sighed.

Didn't this guy see that he hit the muzzle with his head?

The girl couldn't help but look at Brando.

The anger that young people have suppressed since leaving the Baron's castle has finally sprayed from the inside out.

His right hand is loosening from the sheath and drooling. And then he crooked his head and said, "I remember you asking me who I was, right? ”

Carrie the Jackal, once again, wondering if this guy's out of his mind? However, the captain of the ‘Hundred Wars' noble cavalry subconsciously grabbed the nail hammer in his hand and somehow felt something was wrong.

“Mr. Cavalry, I wonder if you've heard a story. ”

“Story?”

“Brainless and unhappy stories. ”

This time it wasn't just Carrie, even Antina, Tiger Sparrow, etc. The famous bedside story that spreads around Warnde is actually just a few, but I've never heard of a guy named Brainless and unhappy.

What kind of name is that?

But they were surprised, and Cary the Jackal felt her lungs blowing up. He subconsciously thought he had been fooled and couldn't help but answer harshly: "I'm sorry, I've never heard of this story, and I'm not interested in these kids' things.” He bites his teeth and says, "Don't you dare stall me, I'll count to three. This is your last chance...”

He turned his horse's head and shouted: "One! ”

But Brando shook his head: “Don't count. ”

And he looked up, and he said, "All I'm saying is, my name is unhappy ——”

With his hands flashing, almost everyone saw the figure flashing, followed by a crisp broken bone.

The captain of the cavalry with his broken neck held the surprise of the last moment, and then slammed over his horse--

……

I'm not happy, I'm not happy, I can't think. If I were some kind of jet, I wouldn't even look at the original, I wouldn't even look at the theft sticker. Spray, watch, be proud.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)