The Amber Sword

And that's what Brando knows: "Where are the others? Will they bother us? I can't trust those mercenaries out there. ”

“You can rest assured, my lord, that very few people go north to the forest, and most mercenaries passing through here actually go to Lantoniland. ”

Brando nodded, at least until now this guy hasn't lied, and he squeezed his eyes, and he said, "Where's the businessman? Shouldn't there be a fur dealer going into the woods this time of year to collect from the hunter? Aren't they going to hire mercenaries? ”

“Adults know so much about it," said the owner of the hotel, with a few more fine sweat beads on his bald head: “But at this time there are very few people to worry about. Besides, most of them are businessmen who keep their mark. ”

A businessman who keeps his mark. Now, if there's a businessman who keeps his mark, Brando is probably the only Roman lady around. Most of the armed businessmen who walk in Eruin are more or less obnoxious.

But he didn't mention it either. He just replied, "I know, but I don't want to hear your estimation. All you have to do is tell me which merchants have been in the woods lately and how I'm going to avoid them. ”

He stopped: "Also, the merchant ships that recently entered and left the port, they also helped me get a record. I know there will be records of this in your hotel. ”

“Understood," the innkeeper wiped the grease off his bald head, sweating, "I understand, my lord, I'll get it for you right away. ”

……

Brando has apparently succeeded in convincing the ‘bald' that they are a large group of noble brothers who come out hunting for rare prey - the 'white stag', and with this recognition, doing things is naturally unproductive. Less than half an hour later, however, he had clarified most of what had happened in shallow water towns and nearby areas in the recent past.

These things ranged from contradictions in the neighborhood to trivial things like chicken and garlic, to the fact that there were no boats leaving the harbor in the near future, so I asked him clearly.

It has to be said that the hotel is well known for its crowded and informative location, and the seemingly 'bald top' knows something that makes both Phyllis and Laurena stare at each other; but Brando is a bit funny, and in his view, some rumors can only fool the first rookie to go out.

He rolled over and took the oil-stained book from the owner and threw it aside. At the moment, Eruin's literacy rate is still low, and most hotel owners have their own set of markers to record important things. But it's hard to beat Brando, Finn Zan, St. Osole, and some remote places in Cruz. He may not know much about shorthand, but when it comes to Eluin, he's too familiar with it.

In the eyes of some of the innkeepers he admired, he easily read through the records on the book and took the map roll out of his backpack and spread it out on the table. He doesn't really care that there are boats in the harbor, boats out of the harbor, and even on one of them, he can't tell —— it's just a smoke bomb.

What he really cares about is the merchants leaving Shallow Town.

There's also news of the recent arrival of the herd.

“Is that guy telling the truth?” Phyllis seems to have smashed it. Smell it. "He said," Is it possible that someone saw a cat turn into a fish? "”

Brando had to retrieve his sight from the map —— he used a feather pen to map the extent to which the herd had been out for some time now —— and then turned around and looked at the guy like an idiot: "Of course not, there's a lot of news coming out of places like hotels, but mostly rumors. If you want to find useful information, you have to start your own brain. ”

“Turns out, I had no idea there was such knowledge.” Phyllas revealed a sudden sense of understanding.

But his fiancée, Laurena, obviously wanted to understand a lot more, and she chewed it and looked up and said, “So which one do we need, Count? ”

Brando had to exclaim in his mouth that flowers were stuck in cow dung, a genius girl of the Krutz, who did react much faster than the average person. He put the map aside, picked up the fork and turned the roasted fish on his plate: “It's unlikely that the prey we're tracking will leave his tracks blatantly, but he'll still leave traces, and the owner of the hotel said some hunters are moving up the mountain --”

“Lord, do you suspect they were hired as guides by Alex?” Princess Silver Fairy heard the knife and fork put down here and raised her head to ask softly.

“Now it's just suspicion.” Brando replied, “As for really not, it's going to take a while to find out.” He tore a piece of meat off the so-called salted salmon like smoke with a fork, a touch full of toughness that made him feel like he was cutting a dragon skin and putting it in his mouth, and the intense fishy smell made him wrinkle and almost spit it out.

After eating sophisticated foods in the territory, these crude cooking techniques outside are unbearable. But he chewed it twice like a rock and swallowed it down. Brando understands that traveling outside has to adapt to difficult conditions and that there is no physical strength without supplementary food.

Nevertheless, he had to lament the fact that it was from thrift to luxury, from thrift. He used to eat the same crap when he started in the game, and he swallowed it like a cure, but now it's starting to get a little unbearable.

That's what we call mental differences.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look up at the rest of the world. Sy and Freya, who come from the countryside and live in plain life, didn't seem to feel bad about this kind of food. They don't necessarily eat better in Chablis and Butch's countryside than this. Especially for Sy, having a hot meal in the wild is a very difficult thing, usually only black bread that has to be as hard as stone can be fruit-bellied.

But Laurena and Phyllas couldn't. Although the table etiquette was impeccable, the couple simply tried the roasted venison lightly and let go of the knife and fork. Metisa on the other side behaved more elegantly, and Princess Silver Fairy ate a little of each dish - to show respect for her master - just a little less each time. Then she dropped the knife and fork gracefully, and of course, as an Englishman, she didn't actually have to eat.

Charles leaned on his staff in an elegant position - just a regular maple cane and wisely drank only a few bites of fruit wine. Hipamila beside him also held her hands together to pray ten times before the meal, while the little prince stared at the barbecue in front of herself and gave off the smell of sheep's milk bitterly, looking like she was not going to cry.

Brando was impressed only by the performance of Nimmasis, who used a knife to separate the red beans from the fish soup in accordance with the tradition of eating, and then put those hard to swallow foods into his mouth, eating them all as usual, without wasting a dime and a half.

The whole process seemed like a sophisticated machine, so Brando couldn't help but look twice. Finally, she wiped her mouth with a white handkerchief, dropped the knife and fork and nodded her thanks to the waiter beside her.

Brando's tears are falling--

And while people were struggling with this horrible lunch, a crisp voice was inserted without anyone ever thinking about it.

Brando was working on a map published in the 357 edition of the Royal Institute of Geography at the northern end of the Ann Russell Forest; but when he heard this naive voice, he couldn't help but take his eyes off the map with the fruit wine and look behind himself.

He saw a little girl.

A long purple hair, some slim faces, big eyes like purple crystals give a dolly feel. She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, just a little old, but it didn't look like a civilian child. Especially the jewelry on those round-toed leather shoes, Brando could tell at a glance that it was real.

She stood there, just like the fairies in the fairy tale, blinding.

The little girl hung her hands and asked politely, "Can I sit here for a while? ”

She refers to the vacancy next to Haruze.

As soon as Laurena saw the little girl, her love flourished, but the owner was still Brando, so she had to work there in a hurry. Fortunately, Freya seemed to feel her thoughts, and she asked softly, "Are you lost, little sister? Do you want something to eat? ”

“No, thank you,” the little girl replied in a big way, "I'm here to wait for someone, but one person is a little scared, can I sit with you? ”

Freya looked at Brando.

Brando looked at His Royal Highness the Little Prince in front of him with some amusement. Turns out he saw Haruze from the moment the little girl showed up and was stunned, he could barely stare out his eyes.

“Haruze, this little lady is going to sit next to you. Do you agree?” Brando, when he said it, had carefully examined the little girl and had long noticed that she had no power over her, but was just an ordinary person.

As if the little prince didn't hear it, Brando screamed twice all the time before reacting. He ‘ah’ sounded and his face became red. “When… of course. ”

“Thank you." The little girl gently gave a gift to everyone, and Brando knew as soon as she saw the etiquette that the other party was noble, and not the usual kind of nobility. He glanced at Nimmasis, and the knight seemed to be measuring the little girl, but didn't say anything like him. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)