Brando didn't say a word after leaving Baron Grudin's castle. Although he walked out of the castle gate like a king: no one dared to stop him wherever he passed, even the most loyal knights only dared to press their hands for a long time.
The sword spread out to both sides cautiously. But the young man was not happy at all. His hand held his scabbard tightly - as if the sword was still there - the scabbard rattled due to excessive force.
.
Yes, but he still compromised.
He was not afraid of the combined forces of Madara and Baron Grudin and retreated, but Akane's pleading eyes moved him. Just like he could never become Macaro, he could not ignore the courtyard because of his anger.
Sanford and other Gray Wolf mercenaries stayed.
He understood that that was the girl's only relative and sustenance in the world. She had the right to do so.
But even though he understood it, he still felt depressed and angry in his heart.
Especially when even Antitina politely objected——
The young man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
What he wanted to resist was Eruin's decadent rules, but he found despondently that he did not have the ability at all now - he did not even have support - he knew that Antitina wanted him to integrate into this rule, who
Although the noble daughter did not say it clearly, she did not hide her true thoughts.
Indeed, this is a better choice for him.
But is this possible?
Brando never thought that there would be a day when he would give up his own ideas. If he retreated, he would give up everything. Therefore, he had no choice but to retreat. Even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, he must be incompatible with Grudin.
Therefore, even though he knew that the undead of Madara had already sided with Count Jeandenelle, he still had to make this choice. He had already expressed his position, and the rest could only be left to time to prove.
Brando pursed his lips and crossed the castle's suspension bridge without saying a word. However, with the afternoon breeze, a pungent smell of blood penetrated directly into his nose - and then he heard a startling sound from behind.
Huh, that's Antitina's voice.
Brando raised his head subconsciously, but at that moment, the young man was stunned. The familiar streets in front of him seemed to be stretched infinitely in his sight, and the long streets extended to the end of the horizon.
, there is no one on the street, but there are rows of brand-new crosses erected on the street——
Rows of crosses hanging with bloody corpses.
Most of those corpses were dressed in the costumes of adventurers and mercenaries, and some were immediately recognizable as poor people from the outer city. There were both men and women, but now only lifeless corpses were left.
Brando remembered that in Warnd's classical era, local lords would hang the bodies of robbers on crosses as a warning to those who continued to engage in this enterprise.
But at this moment, who does Baron Grudin want to warn?
It was not only a warning to him, but also a warning to the adventurers and mercenaries in the city who were ready to take action. Baron Grudin was using this incident to tell these outsiders who was the master of this land.
Blood warning.
"very good--"
Brando took a deep breath and almost turned back immediately. But he gritted his teeth and finally endured it, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure flashing across the street.
It's him?
Brando's heart moved and he immediately chased after him.
He chased around the corner of the street and followed into an alley. The familiar blue-grey color came into view. The young lord hesitated for a moment, but the other party had already spoken:
"Brando...sir, right?" The young man in a gray robe looked at him and asked indifferently.
Brando recognized that this was the string wizard apprentice who had met him in the morning. He was deeply impressed by him and would not forget it easily.
He nodded.
The young man did not speak immediately, and both of them fell into silence. However, although the other's thin face was indifferent, the silent anger could be seen in his eyes.
After a short silence, the young man finally spoke again: "I remember, sir, you once asked, do I want revenge?" The thin young man looked at him with an unchanged expression and replied: "If I tell you now,
I think--"
He raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Sir, can you show me a way?"
Brando was silent.
"This is also what other people in the city think. The mercenaries and adventurers have already formed a feud with Baron Grudin." The young man stared at him and continued: "If you are willing, sir, we are willing to serve you.
——”
The two were only ten meters apart, but Brando shook his head: "I still have the same question, do you want revenge?"
The young man was startled.
He hesitated and nodded.
"Then live well," Brando looked at him and replied, "I promise you, but not now."
"grown ups?"
Brando stopped talking. He turned and walked out of the alley, just in time to see the other people chasing after him. However, facing the young man's gloomy face and the endless suppressed anger in his body, Huque, who did not know the truth of the matter,
Sanford and others only looked at each other in confusion.
Young people passed by them.
"Brando." Only the business lady stopped him.
Roman held her small bag in both hands and stood behind him; she looked at the latter's face questioningly with her dark brown eyes, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Are you angry?"
Brando was slightly startled. He didn't want to say anything more, but he couldn't get angry when he saw the business lady's face. He could only sigh and pat the girl's cheek gently.
"Thank you." he said.
"Hey," Roman was startled for a moment, then frowned and pushed his hand away - and asked curiously: "But I haven't said anything yet -"
"Didn't Antitina ask you to come?"
"how do you know?"
Brando sighed again and shook his head. He turned his head to the other side, and sure enough he saw the noble girl also holding up her skirt and catching up quickly.
"Are you angry with me?" Antitina raised her head and looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Lord?"
"You did nothing wrong, Antitina." Brando replied in a deep voice.
"But my lord, you are still angry."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Antitina, it's like you know that things in this world are not as simple as black and white -"
"You said it very well. As the highest commander on the southern border of Eruin, Earl Denel is so powerful that he can be said to be a prince. His private army can make all those who resist him tremble, even those who are real
The big shots only dare to secretly curse their opponent, not to mention the little ants in our profession who have nothing."
Brando shook his head, looked at the girl and replied: "It can even be said that if the big man sneezes, the road ahead for us will become dangerous and full of thorns. If we are not careful, we will be wiped out.
.”
"but?"
Antitina asked seriously.
"But -" Brando nodded: "These are not reasons for me to grovel. If accepting Grudin's gift with a hypocritical smile is considered to have a strong heart, then I would rather choose iron and blood, fire and sword
path of."
"do you understand?"
Brando pressed his non-existent sword and flicked his fingers slightly: "You asked me why before, Antitina. The answer is very simple - no why, because I am Brando."
He turned back and glanced at Little Roman: "It's Brando from Butchi."
The eldest businessman immediately winked at him playfully, and the two seemed to have the same mind.
Antitina was speechless for a moment. She was stunned for a moment before reacting: "But, we may be able to choose a more sensible approach. I can understand your thoughts, sir, but there is a saying among nobles - there is no death for the dead.
The right to object!”
"Now we have to face not only Baron Grudin, but also the Gendenel family, and Madara, sir, you-" She bit her lip, although she felt the pain in her chest due to Brando's words.
Something was ignited and burned, but the dark eyes were still full of worry.
"That's my business, Antitina," Brando replied calmly: "It doesn't matter whether it's Grudin, Count Jean Denel, or even Madara's undead army."
He looked again at Baron Grudin's towering castle.
"Since we have to face it sooner or later, I'll be waiting for you at any time——"
He dropped these words, turned around and left.
The red-haired girl with a long ponytail who was following far behind the team moved slightly when she saw this scene - she looked at Brando's back and tightened the spear in her hand.
The noble daughter also looked at the young man's back with concern, her eyes flashing with a strange admiration. But because of this, she became more and more worried that this outstanding young man would do something radical on impulse. After all, they
It is an obvious fact that the current strength is far from enough to compete with the opponent. Sometimes, everything cannot be solved without confidence.
With a 'clang', a white porcelain ornament from the Anson era was smashed into pieces.
Shortly after Brando and his party left, Baron Grudin angrily threw something in his study. There were only three people left in the room at the moment - Kabasi and Roscoe had already retreated.
Naturally, the undead cannot stay in the castle for a long time. Secretly forming an alliance with Madara is not a trivial matter. Of course, the consequences of leaking it may not be painful to Count Jean Denel.
However, due to the collusion between the undead, this reputation may not sound good when it spreads.
At this moment, Grudin only has his two male favorites left. Because of this, he can vent his anger without any scruples. "Viscount Gunstine, Viscount Gunstine, these Yankees are bullying people too much."
!" The Baron was almost in a state of hysteria. He had never suffered such humiliation since he was a child.
If the opponent's strength is not too strong, he must leave the heads of those guys at this moment. Even if it means starting a war with another family, he will not hesitate. Although his father, Earl Denel, may have some difficulties to explain, but
Grudin, who was in a rage, couldn't care about so much at the moment.
After seeing him take a few breaths, one of the male favorites dared to come up and ask in a low voice: "Sir, the other party has already left the castle, why don't we just kill them -"
