A sudden cry from the crowd broke the silence, the voice was childish and full of tension.
The woman covered the little boy's mouth in panic. She raised her head and looked at the approaching noble cavalry with a pleading look. The face of the man on the horse was full of deliberate surprise and surprise, but she couldn't hide it.
Disdain flashed through his gloomy eyes.
"Do you know this person?"
The man licked his lips and pointed his spear at the bloody corpse on the ground. The companions of the noble cavalry surrounded him, like a group of hyenas smelling the smell of blood.
The woman hugged her child and shook her head helplessly with tears in her eyes.
"Let go of that little thing and let him speak." The man brushed the woman's hair with the tip of his spear and said.
On the contrary, the woman hugged her even tighter, as if she was holding her most important treasure for fear of losing it; the people around her had unbearable looks in their eyes, but they moved further away.
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
"Sir, please let him go, he is still young." The woman begged with sobs.
The noble cavalry snorted with disdain: "Bitch." He raised his spear, but found a woman with a long bow opening her arms in front of him.
"Huh?" The man's fleshy face was startled.
Brando also secretly loosened his fingers on the hilt of the sword and recognized that the young people who stepped forward were the same young people who had distributed food before.
"Enough, bullying women is nothing!" the female archer who stopped the noble cavalry said angrily: "I am the noble's daughter, I order you to stop immediately!"
"Oh?" The noble cavalry was stunned for a moment, then turned back to his companions and said, "Hey, this little girl is a noble queen! What do you think we should do?"
The cavalrymen laughed lowly.
"Where is your father from a noble family?" The man raised his chin and asked disdainfully.
When he asked this, the female archer's companion had already realized that something was wrong, "Faya, be careful——!" A swordsman wearing a large sword and wearing heavy armor emerged from the crowd, but it was a little late. The leader
The noble cavalryman had already pierced the woman's abdomen with a spear.
This incident happened suddenly. The female archer did not expect that the other party would dare to take action. She hummed in disbelief and looked at the wound in her lower abdomen with blood gushing out - and the pain that followed immediately overwhelmed her. The woman was shaking.
Akira lost strength and fell to his knees in a pool of blood. It seemed that he would not survive.
The man took back his spear indifferently, as if he had done something no big deal; at the same time, the noble cavalry behind him took off their longbows from their horses and shot at the adventurers in the crowd. For a while, there was a hail of arrows.
, more than a dozen adventurers and civilians among the crowd fell down.
The noble cavalry did not care whether they hurt innocent people. They drove the crowd away from them as quickly as possible to avoid being suddenly attacked.
"Faya!" The swordsman with the big sword was so angry that he swept away the arrow that was aimed at him. But before he could finish his words, a companion behind him was hit by an arrow and fell down.
"You bastards!"
The swordsman roared and separated the crowd, slashing at the leading man with his sword. The rider raised his spear and blocked the swordsman's sword with a clang, and shouted coldly during the parry: "Whoever dares to take action will be fighting against the lord.
enemy!"
The restless crowd suddenly fell silent.
However, the swordsman didn't say a word and swiped his sword at the opponent's horse's leg. But the rider just stabbed the spear downwards easily, and then swiped outwards to knock the sword out of the swordsman's hand.
He knocked the opponent over with a spear, and stabbed the opponent in the neck with a spear——
Black Iron's upstream power almost overwhelmingly suppressed the downstream power.
However, the noble cavalryman with a sinister face suddenly felt numbness in his hand, as if a huge force came from the spear, making him almost lose his grip; there was a sound of metal clanging, and it stabbed the swordsman.
The spear had turned to one side and crossed the latter's neck.
"Who——!" The man was furious. He turned around and saw a young man not far away wearing a dark windbreaker, a floral collar, a white shirt, and a pair of white gloves taking back the long bow in his hand.
Then the other person raised his head and looked at him coldly on the horse.
The scene fell silent.
Antitina, Sanford, Huque and Akane all turned around at this moment and looked at their lord in surprise. In their hearts, Brando was not a person who liked to cause trouble. But Brando knew it in his heart.
, it’s not that he turned a blind eye to all this, but it’s just whether he has exceeded the bottom line in his heart.
Roman looked at the man who brought her out of Butchi with great interest, as if admiring all this from one side. She vaguely felt that only this moment belonged to the real Brando; perhaps from a certain point
In this sense, she can understand some of Brando's thoughts and characteristics, because the two of them seem to be equally detached from this world.
Just like from the moment Ridenberg fled with those refugees, the businesswoman understood that her Brando was a real knight, a charging Brando, a leader's Brando, and a murderous Brando.
And that Brando who was very cruel to her.
She likes every one of them.
Everyone turned around, as if their sights were stretched and widened at that moment. This young man wearing a black windbreaker on a horse became the center of the entire street.
The man with a sinister face narrowed his eyes slightly. He was shocked when he saw the well-equipped guards around Brando. As private soldiers of the nobles, they were not really arrogant. They were different from the nobles who might not have suffered any setbacks before.
Compared with the lady - of course, in his opinion, there is nothing in his mind. What can a little knight's daughter represent here? Countless people die every day in Tonigel. Does a little noble dare to go to the baron to find out?
Fair? - However, the young man in front of him is obviously different. Most people do not travel with so many entourages, and the guards around him are not weak, and are at the level of the elites in Eruin's army.
I'm afraid he is not an ordinary heir of a noble family.
The man did not dare to neglect and quickly put away his spear. He asked cautiously: "Who is your Excellency?" When he said this, the noble cavalry stood in groups around them. They opened their long bows and aimed at other people around them.
The cold light calmed down all the hot-headed people.
"Let them go." Brando didn't even look at the archers, he just said coldly; joking, with Qian and Huque beside him, it would be the best in the world to make him or the people around him hit by arrows.
absurd.
What's more, his own strength is not weak. After parting with the Silver Elf Psalm Legion, the reward for perfect plot experience came as expected. More than 200,000 experience points seemed like a pie falling from the sky, directly knocking his mercenary level down to the second level.
Level 15; after the character level is 32, his strength and constitution have exceeded 70, his dexterity has exceeded 40, and his overall strength has entered the upper reaches of silver level. Just to reach the gold level involves understanding of the elements, not only
It is an improvement in physical fitness, and the requirements for perception are also extremely high. Brando calculated the average and estimated that he would have to break through the peak of silver and enter the palace of gold, at least until the overall level reached around level 40.
However, even a mere silver can still kill ten or more of these noble cavalry, making them invincible.
So he didn't bother to talk nonsense with this guy. If he hadn't considered Baron Grudin behind him, he would have slashed these noble cavalrymen who were inferior to beasts a hundred meters away with one sword.
"Sir, if you say so, it will not be easy for us." Brando's indifference confirmed the noble cavalry's guess. The fierce-looking noble cavalry became submissive: "These people may be accomplices of the robbers outside the city.
Let them go, we won’t have a hard time explaining to the Baron—"
But he said so and chose confrontation rather than cooperation. After all, they had killed the daughter of a young nobleman. If the other party's companions took the news out, they might cause trouble.
Brando sneered: "Put away your tricks, who do you think you are talking to?" The young man pressed the hilt of his sword with one hand and stared at the other person: "I will kill you like a dog, and I won't be happy with you afterwards.
That guy Rudin apologizes. By not killing you, I’m trying to show respect to that guy, but my tolerance is not unlimited—"
After he finished speaking, he pulled out half of the cage-handled long sword, and the sword's blade shimmered with snow, which chilled people's hearts.
The noble cavalry was choked.
Brando is right, this world is such a reality, there is no difference in life between people, only the difference in strength. The only difference between now and before is that the person they killed
The girl has no way to resist. Innocence is valuable, but the price is also so heavy.
These cold-blooded people looked at each other, and in the end they had no choice but to show weakness. They nodded, and the people behind finally let go of the spear on the swordsman's neck.
The swordsman seemed to want to resist, but a man had already rushed out of the crowd and hugged him. It was another of his companions. Brando saw what the man said in his ear, and the latter finally calmed down.
He saw the mouth shape clearly:
"Don't cause trouble for others."
Brando sighed slightly in his heart. What a group of naive guys, but they seemed so valuable in such a world. He saw those people silently collecting the bodies of their companions, then separated from the crowd and came to him.
"thank you, sir."
The first person to thank him was a thin young man with a pale face, long light gray hair, a monocle, and a silver chain hanging behind his ears. The young man wore a blue-gray robe,
Judging from the pattern on the cuffs, he is still a wizard's apprentice.
String wizard? Brando thought that there were not many wizards practicing this sect. The young man seemed a little polite and indifferent, but he caught a hint of forbearance and anger in his eyes. Brando looked at the other party's other companions
, including a light swordsman and a female elementalist - both had grief and anger written on their faces in comparison.
This is quite a character, he couldn't help but think as he looked down at this polite young man.
"Want to take revenge?" he asked.
The young man was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at him suspiciously. Then the young wizard apprentice shook his head and left with his companions from the crowd. Brando looked at the other person's back and knew it well.
The other party will never be willing to accept it, it's just that they can't trust themselves.
However, he was a little surprised that there was such a character among such a group of innocent young people. He turned back and turned his attention to the noble cavalry.
"Master, we have done everything we need to do, now you have to give us an explanation, right?" The leading noble cavalry spread his hands to him and asked cautiously.
Brando snorted disdainfully.
"Lord?" Antitina asked softly.
He nodded. Since he had intervened in this matter, it was necessary to meet Baron Grudin. After all, we were on the opponent's territory, otherwise it would not be so good to be invited there by force. Instead of doing this, it is better to first
Take one step at a time so that the other party doesn't know his true identity.
