The hotel 'L'Eau de Chablis' is located on the east-facing cliff at the highest point of the town. It looks like a huge arched wooden hall where wild heroes and gods live in classical mythology. It stands on the top of the rock and has experienced wind and rain.
The moisture soaked into the solid wood and now it has turned faintly black. Looking down from the hall, rows of densely packed windows are opened on the gray-white cliff. From a distance, this unique landscape looks like a giant
a beehive or a dragon's lair on a cliff.
But in fact, it was a hotel room.
In the room where 'Maned Wolf' Macaro was staying temporarily, the door had been pushed open a quarter of an hour ago. The experienced mercenary leader raised his head from a sketch of the Chablis area.
Hearing a certain term, his thick and thick eyebrows couldn't help but raise - his right hand wearing a deerskin glove still held the magnifying glass with a bronze handle, but he had already asked: "Article 314?
"
"'In a formal mission, if the two mercenaries conflict on any goal, an attempt should be made to temporarily merge the two parties, which will be regarded as a mutual agreement. As for the details of the merger, it should be reached through negotiation between the two parties.'"
An old man with white hair sitting on a wicker chair by the window sill answered. The old man stared at a big book with a red cover that was almost four inches thick in his hand, and seemed not to be interested in this topic.
"Master Lee Woods, can this be extended in this way?"
"It's not a bad idea," the old man replied.
"Okay, let me first see who that young man is," Macaro waved to the young man standing in front of his desk and said, "Go ahead and let Reddy try him." But he immediately stopped.
The other party: "Wait a minute, have you found that boy Eco?"
"No news yet, Mr. Captain."
"Okay, I understand. You go ahead." Macaro shook his head, he snorted and muttered: "I must make that boy look good this time. It seems that I usually dote on him a little too much. If this continues
It won’t be easy for me to explain myself in front of adults in the future.”
While the old man was reading, a smile flashed across his face and he shook his head slightly.
…
"Your name is Brando?"
"My name is Brando." Brando raised his head and looked at this young man who was nearly a head taller than himself. His hair was a rare pure white, and his eyes were as clear and transparent as amber.
Her face is feminine, but somewhat like a woman's.
Brando, a Yabuli, thought to himself that the only impression he had of this ethnic minority living in the Land of Destiny seemed to be the young silver-haired swordsman who was active on the land of Warnd about thirty years ago.
——Gurekes.
He expected that the other party would not accept his request so easily, but he did not expect that the 'maned wolf' Macaro would send such a young man to test him. To be honest, except for the Revelator and the Chosen One, this one
There are very few young people in the era who are about the same age as Brando who can beat him.
The strength of level 23 is considered to be the upper reaches of black iron. What's more, professional level 15 is the first threshold for any profession. Once this threshold is crossed, the bonus of the profession's attributes will begin to enter the first level of power and transition to the second level of power.
stage.
In fact, although Brando has lost the Thorn of Light at this moment, his strength has gone further, reaching 15 energy levels, which is close to twelve times or even thirteen times that of a trained soldier. Although
He looks like a frail young man, but if he wants, he can easily kill a wild boar with one punch.
As long as Brando opens his attribute panel, he can clearly see that his absolute power has reached the terrifying value of 220. In other words, theoretically, he can face any country single-handedly in this world.
Any squadron in the third-line army can easily kill eight in and eight out.
This kind of strength is commonly referred to by Eruin adventurers as: squadron leader level strength.
What's more, Brando's hidden strength is far more than that. His level 10 Eruin military swordsmanship alone is enough to put most of Eruin's officers and knights to shame. Of course, Brando himself doesn't feel it yet, he just thinks that
It seems that I am still some distance away from my grandfather.
But before he could finish thinking, he saw that the young man had drawn his sword and pointed it at him, the tip of the sword was shaking slightly, and a cold light flashed in his field of vision.
"Listen, businessman, I never accept weak challenges, nor will I show mercy. Quite the contrary. Because the duel between warriors is sacred. It means going back and forth with swords and trying every means to end the opponent's life." White Hair
The young man said: "The leader asked me to fight with you, but I will not show mercy against my own wishes. Have you thought clearly?"
Brando turned back to look at Roman.
"Brando, does he mean that he is better than you?" The businesswoman's eyes widened. In fact, she was trying to open them wider, and then she blinked and asked.
"No, I don't think that's what it meant." Brando was not mad at Roman at least, so he could only reply angrily.
"My lord?" Antitina asked.
Brando shook his head and said to himself, can't you have a little confidence? But he had already pulled out the sword from his waist. After the elf sword, the Thorn of Light, was lost, he had been using an ordinary stainless steel sword, just like
Now he had this sword in his hand. When the white-haired young man saw his sword, he couldn't help showing a trace of contempt - the sword was brand new, as if it had just been bought from the blacksmith's workshop.
He was not wrong, and this was also the case, because the previous sword had been broken into pieces in a certain battle because it could not withstand Brando's strength.
Brando raised his sword and waved it casually, as if he was adapting to the new sword. However, his movement immediately caused the surrounding mercenaries sitting in the hotel hall to watch, and the explorers booed. No swordsman would be there.
Having only adapted to his sword before the battle, Brando behaved like a young boy who had never been on the battlefield.
"Reddy, isn't your idol the Yabuli swordsman Gulekes? Defeat this young boy and let us see your strength!"
"Well said, as a fellow countryman of the Sword Master, you can't be embarrassed."
"Reddy, come on, kill him!" The mercenaries suddenly started shouting. These lawless people are a group of people who will never keep their peace in any place.
But when Brando heard one of the names, he couldn't help but was slightly startled: "Gurekes?" He was about to enter a preparatory posture of Eruin's military swordsmanship - but at this moment he relaxed,
He raised his head and asked. This distraction caused him to only complete half of his movements, and the starting posture of military swordsmanship was suddenly out of shape.
The mercenaries booed again.
"You don't deserve to mention that name," the white-haired young man's face darkened, and he already thrust out his sword.
This sword was as fast as thunder in the eyes of ordinary people, but it was extremely slow within Brando's 3.7 energy level perception range. What's more, he was attacked by the opponent before he could finish his sentence, and he subconsciously backhanded him.
With a sword - to be precise, he raised his sword and knocked the long sword out of the opponent's hand - with a 'pop' sound, the white-haired young man couldn't hold the sword at all, and the sword in his hand had already flown out and was stuck in the ceiling.
superior.
The young man's sword was deeply inserted into the light black wood and was still trembling slightly.
The whole hall was suffocating.
The mercenaries who were cheering loudly before seemed to be mute at this moment, as if they saw a dragon or something else, and opened their mouths blankly. To be precise, they forgot whether they should cheer - or
There was a roar of boos.
Brando's previous sword move was not considered elegant. To put it bluntly, it was like a barbarian swinging a stick. Because it was not a type of swordsmanship at all, it was purely an instinctive reaction. But this
The key to a sword is not its grace, but its strength.
Born with strange powers? Everyone subconsciously thinks of this.
This is nothing new. On Warnd Road, it is said that some people among humans inherit the blood of gold, and some people are born to awaken as the Chosen One. But there is another type, they retain certain characteristics of their ancestors.
For example, one is born with infinite strength, or one is born with extremely strong resilience, or one is born with the ability to see the power of coordinated elements.
Generally speaking, such power can only be seen in those creatures with golden blood flowing in their bodies, such as fantasy creatures such as dragons and unicorns.
But someone immediately called out:
"First level of power!"
"Black iron strength!"
The white-haired young man held his wrist and took five steps back. He looked at his swollen arm after just one sword strike from the opponent, and felt a little unacceptable for a moment. Although he was not as talented as Eco.
, but he reached the lower reaches of the Black Iron in his early twenties and was considered a leader among most people. However, he never expected that he would not be able to take a sword in front of a guy younger than himself.
Are there so many monsters like Eco in this world?
Reddy was a little stunned for a moment.
But his shock only lasted for a moment, because Macaro and another tall middle-aged man had already walked up from below the hotel. Although they did not see the previous scene, they only needed to look at the sword on the ceiling and the people present.
With his performance, this shrewd mercenary leader understood 80% of it in his heart.
His eyes fell on Brando's head and he frowned slightly. Although he knew that the businessman who proposed to temporarily join his team was a young man, he did not expect that he would be so young.
"Buga," Makaro immediately lowered his voice and said to the middle-aged man next to him: "Go and try him."
"Me?" The middle-aged man's voice had a strong accent from the Anlek area.
"Well, I wonder if this young man is from the 'Solitaire' side." Macaro stared at Brando and said.
"Do they have such outstanding young people over there? Macaro, are you thinking too much?" Buga said while taking off the giant sword from behind: "But it's okay. Since you said so, I will go.
Give it a try. Anyway, this young man must have some background."
Macaro was slightly startled and turned back to look at his old friend.
"It's nothing, I just smell a familiar smell." The middle-aged man looked at Brando with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
