The Amber Sword

“You can try it, Maher.” Juvenile responded.

“Cut, now that he's alert, your boy's a good scorer...”

“But the guy's pretty good. He seems to have been to a lot of places.” Joca said, "Although it's an outsider, our rules seem to be known to him, and I'm surprised! ”

“Humph," a weaker voice said: "The story of the Maher guy pulled from an alcoholic, he just copied a set of rules according to the painting gourd, it's strange that people don't know. ”

Maher blushed: “Cut the crap, isn't that guy very knowledgeable? Why don't you show him what you've got? Maybe they'll like it! ”

Though he said it was for sale, he focused on the tone, which sounded like ridicule.

“Lazy to deal with a vulgar guy like you, you don't know shit! ”

“Enough, I told you, don't get in trouble.” At this point the fourth voice was plugged in, and it was a girl's voice.

Brando... is there really a woman dressed in here? He couldn't help but slander the cavalry outside and continue listening:

“Yesterday we met the man in the woods, he was with several women, he didn't look like an adventurer," the girl's voice continued: “I saw him order the most expensive wine in Old John's place, it doesn't look like he was short of money, he must be here for nothing good. ”

Brando frowned slightly, clamoring bad luck, and finally decided to go into the mine in disguise. After listening to the news, he was temporarily interested, but long before that, he forgot to reveal his blossom.

But such a minor mistake, he thought it was impossible that someone happened to get caught, but I didn't expect Lord Martha to make a big joke with him, and yesterday afternoon's scene was actually noticed.

But he was trying to figure out what to do with it, and he kept saying, "Shall we report it? ”

Brando's heart is tight.

But the weaker voice said, "Shh, shut up. It's none of our business. You don't know about this. It's not easy. He might have partners. ”

After the sound, everyone else was silent for a while.

“Well,” replied the last guy named Maher, "that's it, anyway, after this one, we're going to leave the place, not cut the branches. ”

Everyone nodded.

Brando turned around, too. He didn't expect any of these people to say something so insightful that for a while he couldn't help but be somewhat interested in the person who said it, but when he looked back, the teenagers were long gone.

“Kind of funny. ”

Brando's mind somehow gave rise to this idea.

……

The two-mile road to the mine did not take long, but when it entered, Brando clearly felt that the surveillance around him had become tighter.

The Schaffrender silver mine is surrounded by mountains, because the mining of shallow veins has dug up the surrounding mountain walls, forming an inward dimpled valley; if you look inward from the valley, it is a vast area of red and lead and black rock, Brando doesn't recognize silver ore, but he knows the towers built on the top of the surrounding mountains - he can't help but frown at a glance, the terrain is very troublesome, he wanted to lure the golden swordsman out to kill, now it seems a little unworkable - it will take a temporary change of plans.

He glanced around and the ground in the valley rested fairly flat, but there was no infiltration into the underground entrance to the mine, but it could be seen that a fortress-like complex had been built outside the valley. That should be the barracks of the local guard force, where the registrar and the executive deputy appointed by De Nell would certainly be present.

Brando turned around and looked at the mountains of slag and minerals everywhere in the valley, where workers often came and went, most of them orderly, and only a handful of adventurers like him who had come here for the first time were overwhelmed.

But instead of being nervous, he calmed down and followed the others silently. Of course, the soldiers would not leave them behind, and he thought someone would be there soon.

It turns out he's not mistaken.

Brando quickly saw a squad of patrol cavalry emerge from the side of the valley, as they drove close to these people - only those in bright aristocratic uniforms didn't seem in the mood to waste too much time on these people, but screamed with their voices: "Get in line over there and get your numbers and tools -! ”

Drop the sentence, and the cavalry immediately turned around and walked back to the person who came in.

And leaving Brando with a glimpse of the direction the cavalry were pointing out, where the mine's managers were distributing tools and a numbered wooden sign to the workers - neither of which was allowed to be lost or damaged in the mining area, and there was no humanitarian spirit in Warnde in this era if any of the above were to occur - it was not a big deal to be killed if there was a good or less good reason here.

Even the registrar of the mine has the right to order a person to be hanged - as long as he suspects that someone has stolen the Count's ore.

But Brando doesn't care about that. He only cares about himself being assigned to that camp. Workers have naturally lived in the valley for six days, so the officials of the mines have had to build some rudimentary, if not crude, camps for these workers.

The camp is naturally dominated by grass sheds filled with intolerable flavors called a man from modern society. Had it not been for Brando's entry into the golden realm, his body would have outgrown the ordinary, and he was even worried that he would have been smoked to the ground by the stench of the sky as he entered that dark shack.

That fear soon became a reality.

Once he stood frowning in front of the shaky shack, he repeatedly contrasted the number tag in his hand with the location of the shack. But eventually he was disappointed to find:

This is--

Brando's nose moved, and he smelled that disgusting smell about a few feet away from this shed, and all of a sudden he thought that Yuta, Sy and Metisa weren't coming was an incredibly wise thing, and of course he made one of the stupidest choices.

He hesitated and couldn't help but look back - there are four camps like this in this valley. He had previously taken covert notice that the mercenaries had almost been dispersed - although he believed that it would not pose any trouble for the skilled fighters.

Another good news is that three people were assigned to the same camp as him, and forward he has found signs outside those grass sheds.

But neither good news nor bad news can solve the most realistic problems of the moment. Brando frowned in agony, and finally hesitated to go to the dark painted house - where his divinity was not stingy.

Of course, before entering the door, he waved without a trace, and an invisible wind rolled up several stones and threw a triangle at the door. After being promoted to the top, White Crow Swordsmanship is ready to send and receive.

Brando thought it was a very useful sword technique and had time to go to the court of Eruin to get the advanced part of the lower rear. But the idea is a little delusional, after all, that Eluin's secret sword of court is so easy to spill--

Princess Griffin must also be familiar with this sword technique, but it is a question of what conditions are necessary for her to be willing to teach herself.

With that in mind, he entered the house and, despite his utmost restraint, could not help but cover his nostrils slightly.

The house was quiet for a while.

Then he heard an almost insignificant voice: "Cut, delicate and habitual aristocratic offspring ——”

The phrase was almost silent and must have been slightly deafening in the ears of ordinary people, but Brando listened clearly.

He looked up and saw the people in the house. And then he stopped right away, because it was a little too coincidental that there was no one else in the house, just the teenagers he'd met before.

The first thing he saw was a teenager named Joca, sitting across from him in a lawn seat, smiling.

And then he's surrounded by a guy named Maher, who looks like the oldest and most sturdy of these people —— he's a head taller than Choka, almost as tall as Brando.

The first thing Brando knew was that this guy was the one who had made the noise before, and he saw the other hand under his clothes, just by hand, and he guessed there was a dagger or a short sword. Brando couldn't help but scold the patrol cavalry outside again...

“Some guts, but don't know if they're alive -” but this is a review he gave the guy after his first impression.

Then he swept his eyes to the other side, sitting on the other side of the lawn was a teenager who looked somewhat stunted. Because his limbs were thin and his head seemed a lap bigger than a normal person, but Brando was surprised by the look in this teenager's eyes - neither Joca's overwhelming nor Maher's alert, but an observation.

He's watching him.

Brando suddenly became somewhat interested. He knows exactly how different he is from what he was a few months ago. He has been in battle, killed, became a leader of thousands of people, and he has the power in the gold field. Although he deliberately conceals his identity at this moment, Brando knows that there are things that cannot be hidden.

Eyes and temperament, for example.

In fact, few ordinary people can look at him now, but this teenager can calmly measure him. Brando, in turn, took a closer look at each other, and he noticed that there was a grey pompous backpack next to the boy's lawn, and he didn't know what was in it.

Finally, he raised his head and saw the little girl dressed as a man in the back. She was also a little thin and not very pretty. She just had some fresh shows and a few freckles on her face - though dark in the house, there was daylight in Brando's eyes, and she saw everything clearly.

And in addition to the few he had a little impression of, there were actually three teenagers in the house, all of whom seemed to be in the same group. But this is not where Brando wants to throw up.

What really makes his heart unbearable is that he shouts:

There are eight more people living in such a small house. Martha went to school. It's just that I went to third-rate college. It's not so stingy. What an asshole!

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