The morning in Chablis in July is a song composed with the chirping of tits. When the morning light spreads over the entire mountain forest, this small town among the mountains becomes full of vitality.
The house decorated by the mountain people was filled with the fragrance of mint leaves. Brando got up early - it seemed that in this world, the lifestyle of a swordsman overcame the lifestyle of a gamer. Sleeping in seemed to have been a thing of the last century.
thing.
Brando looked out at the rolling hills of Chablis through the stone window on one side of the room. He pressed two fingers on the cards, then turned them over with his thumbs. The wind element crystals placed aside immediately vaporized and turned into
A stream of cyan smoke blended into the card. A small whirlwind blew up in the small space. Dimensional cracks opened and closed again, and more than twenty wind spirit spiders shot out from them.
Brando immediately gave an order. These little things from the Realm of Wind immediately became atomized and blurred amidst the squeaking sounds, and soon turned into a puff of smoke floating around the room. Seeing this scene
, the young man smiled and opened a bottle of mana potion.
"It seems to be a plot mission." He thought with a frown. This thought had kept him from sleeping well for two consecutive days.
Revolving around a dungeon or dungeon, stories will be triggered every time a period of time passes. These story lines are systematically deduced, so they do not appear to be abrupt on the surface. In fact, the real-time mission system itself is also the "Amber Sword"
'One of the selling points.
It's just that in this world, the plots that happened in past games seem to be truly reproduced.
Understand this. Brando thought about it carefully and finally remembered one thing. It was something vaguely mentioned in a guide about the 'Balogang Ruins' on the forum about a few years ago.
It’s about the experience of the first team to enter this instance.
It seems vaguely familiar.
But he raised his head, and his train of thought was interrupted. "Tuk-tuk-tuk." There was a knock on the door. It must not have been Roman, because the eldest lady didn't know how to knock on the door at all, and she wasn't afraid of being said to be uneducated - she was originally
It has nothing to do with that word. It can't be Antitina, because the noble daughter is always so polite and she won't be so hasty.
Brando guessed in the blink of an eye that the person outside the door might be Macaro.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and behind them were two young men. One was the white-haired young man who was as feminine as a woman the afternoon before yesterday, and was looking at him with a stinky face at the moment; Brando had never seen the other one, but he probably was.
He was about the same age as the former, had short, lean hair, and looked a little thin. He looked at the room with curiosity on his face.
"Bu...Mr. Brando, we are about to set off, who are you?" The short young man looked at him, with curiosity, suspicion, and awe in his eyes. It was obvious that Brando had given this mercenary a lot of attention in the battle yesterday afternoon.
The new members of the group left a deep impression.
A young man of about twenty years old can be on a par with the deputy commander - that's what most of these young people think. In the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Buga's strength is actually far greater than that of Macaro.
Above, this is also a recognized fact.
In other words, this young man's strength is simply unimaginable at their age.
He had also heard the legend of the Chosen One, but no one knew how strong the Chosen One was. He couldn't help but look at Brando, wondering if the other party was the Chosen One in the legend. But Bu
Lando obviously didn't know what the young man in front of him was thinking. If he had known, he would have laughed out loud.
In fact, with his current strength, let alone the Chosen One, he is still far from being the Revelator.
"Okay, thank you." He nodded to the young man without knowing anything. "We'll be there soon."
But the white-haired young man immediately snorted from behind.
Brando couldn't help but glance at this guy. After yesterday's contact, he already knew that this guy turned out to be the heir of a nobleman who was traveling. It's no wonder he developed such a arrogant temper. But as for why he joined this mercenary group
, then that’s probably another story.
He wasn't interested in finding out anyway.
But he didn't mind, but that didn't mean that the other party wouldn't mind either. The white-haired young man obviously became more angry because he was ignored. He couldn't help but snorted again, and said: "Listen,
Although I am not your opponent, I will monitor you at all times, and you can’t even think of playing any tricks——"
The young man next to him was stunned, obviously not expecting his companion to say such a thing. He couldn't help but look back and opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
"Oh?" Brando cursed 'idiot' in his heart, then raised his head and asked: "Your name is Reddy?"
"It has nothing to do with you." The white-haired young man snorted.
"Are all nobles so uneducated?" Brando asked.
"You..." The white-haired young man gritted his teeth and wanted to draw his sword, but when he thought about the gap between himself and the opponent, he couldn't help but stood back in frustration.
"I heard that Eco escaped?"
"How do you know, you...!"
Reddy frowned and was about to question, but suddenly saw Brando smiling slightly with a knowing look on his face. He immediately realized his slip of the tongue and couldn't help but snorted heavily: "You care too much.
, I will tell the group leader about this."
Brando said it's up to you. Do you think everyone is as idiotic as you? But he still smiled and said: "It's just a casual question. You know I had an encounter with Mr. Eco two days ago."
"Only the devil knows." Reddy thought to himself, but although he gritted his teeth in anger, he still deliberately maintained a cold look on his face.
"I heard that you and the Silver Sword Saint Gurekes came from the same place?" But Brando changed the topic again.
"with you……"
The white-haired young man suddenly remembered Brando's previous ridicule, swallowed the words hard, and finally turned into a cold snort. However, he also found that he seemed to be unable to take advantage of Brando verbally, so he might as well
The bachelor directly dragged his colleagues and turned away, leaving Brando here alone - thinking that it was not like this guy couldn't find his way alone, not to mention that it would be better if he couldn't find his way.
Brando couldn't help but laugh in his heart. The guy Gurekes actually had admirers. He was learning the swordsmanship called 'Heaven's Boundary' under Gurekes. Unfortunately, Gurekes had three
He has the intermediate swordsmanship 'Sword of Destiny', 'Thunder Sword' and his own 'Boundary Sword', but Brando himself failed to get a high-level swordsmanship task. Instead, he was given up by the old guy's temper.
It's quite annoying.
This guy must not know that Guleikesi is a gambler, and his gambling quality is extremely poor. He always loses every time he bets, and often refuses to admit his losses.
However, thinking about the swordsmanship of 'Heaven's Boundary', he couldn't help but smile. With this experience, it will be easier this time. Unfortunately, Gulekes should still be traveling in Cruz at the moment, otherwise he can come to him now.
went.
…
Buga and Macaro looked at each other with expressions of confusion. But in the end, the mercenary leader known as the 'Maned Wolf' couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Brando, what are these?
"He pointed to the twelve mercenaries wearing foreign costumes beside Brando. Martha was on top. The entire 'Lampoon of Chablis' hotel was under their strict surveillance, and the news from various secret posts came from
Haven't there been only regular guests checking in since three days ago until today?
But these guys with a bunch of throwing axes and javelins hanging on their bodies, carrying big bucklers on their backs, horned helmets on their heads, and holding sharp blades don't look like 'ordinary guests', do they? Where did they come from?
Brando obviously didn't understand Macaro's inner struggle at the moment. He shrugged and said with a smile: "They are my people. I remember mentioning to you that they are mercenaries I invited. Uh... since
Farther away, you know that as a businessman, you always travel between places. These mercenaries are from a minority in the east of the kingdom, so please don't mind what they wear." He said with a smile.
It seems like that's really the case.
But Antitina and Roman both glanced at him.
The merchant lady thought with a simple mind that ordinary people can't understand: It turns out that Brando still has connections with the ethnic minorities in the east of the kingdom, which is really powerful! But Antitina's thoughts are not as simple as this eldest lady, she
She had long suspected where Brando's men came from. Although she knew that Brando had a mercenary team, that team should be located in Anlek at this time, and it should not be a minority.
nationality.
The same goes for Ciel. Although Brando told them that Ciel had returned to Karasu beforehand, she always felt that something was wrong.
However, this kind of suspicion can only be buried in the heart and cannot be used to question the lord he follows.
As Brando's staff, I still have doubts, let alone Macaro and Buga. Unfortunately, these two big figures in history are well-informed characters, but they are a little confused at this time. Because Ai
Because of Ke's escape, the secret sentries they set up were at least close to silver level, but they were still sneaked in unnoticed by these mercenaries who seemed to have only "black iron strength".
Macaro couldn't help but frown, and his evaluation of Brando suddenly made a triple jump in his heart, becoming somewhat mysterious and unpredictable.
"So, Captain Macaro, can we set off?" Brando asked.
"Of course." 'Maned Wolf' Macaro nodded with some difficulty. He made up his mind to put Brando's team in the middle of the team and monitor them carefully to avoid anything happening. He was originally confident
It was perfect, but at this moment he felt a little unconfident. A young man with outstanding swordsmanship and a strength close to silver, and twelve mercenaries with strength above silver gave him a headache just thinking about it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at Buga again, complaining a little: "Old man, is this the result of your investigation?" He couldn't help but ask in a mouthful.
Buga shrugged.
Macaro commissioned him to investigate the mercenaries Brando had mentioned, but there were no clues at all in two days. Unexpectedly, these twelve big living people suddenly appeared today. Although it seemed that only "Black Iron"
Strength', but even he himself didn't believe this statement. He looked at the mercenaries in strange costumes and decided that they must have used some method to conceal their strength.
What is this, a transformation into a living person? The future great swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes.
