Act 43 Silver Mine (4) (Second update, please support me)
"You can go and try it, Maher." The boy shot back.
"Tch, now that he is alert, you have a good plan -"
"But that guy is really powerful. He seems to have been to many places." Qiaoka said: "Although he is a foreigner, he seems to know all our rules. I was surprised!"
"Humph," said a softer voice: "The story that guy Maher got out of an alcoholic, he just copied a set of rules and it's strange that people don't know about it."
Maher blushed: "Stop talking nonsense, isn't that guy very knowledgeable? Why don't you sell those fascinating things in your hand to him? Maybe they will like it!"
Although he said he was selling, he emphasized his tone, making it sound like he was mocking.
"I'm too lazy to deal with a vulgar guy like you, you don't know the stuff!"
"That's enough, I told you, don't cause trouble." At this time, a fourth voice intervened, a girl's voice.
Brando was startled - was there really a woman coming in in disguise? He couldn't help but slandered the cavalry outside, and then continued to listen:
"Yesterday we met that man in the woods. He was with a few women. He didn't look like an adventurer at all." The girl's voice continued: "I saw him order Old John, the most expensive one there.
He doesn’t look like he’s short of money, so he’s definitely not doing anything good here.”
Brando frowned slightly, secretly complaining that he was unlucky, and finally decided to disguise himself and enter the mine as a last-minute idea after inquiring about the news, but he had long forgotten that the flaw had been exposed before that.
However, he thought it was impossible for someone to catch such a small mistake by chance, but he didn't expect that Mrs. Martha actually played a huge joke on him. The scene yesterday afternoon was actually revealed to someone.
noticed.
But when he was thinking about how to deal with this matter, he heard the other party continue: "Do you want to report the news?"
Brando's heart tightened.
But I heard the weaker voice from before say: "Shh, stop talking. This has nothing to do with us. Just pretend you don't know about it. This matter is not simple. He may have accomplices, but we don't have any."
Do you want to lose your head?"
After this voice, everyone else was silent for a while.
"Okay." Finally the guy named Maher replied: "That's it. Anyway, after this time, we will leave this place and don't cause any complications."
Everyone nodded.
Brando also looked back. He didn't expect anyone in the group to say such insightful words. For a moment, he couldn't help but become interested in the person who spoke, but when he looked back,
Those teenagers have long gone away.
"interesting."
Brando had such an idea inexplicably.
…
The two-mile road leading to the mining area did not take long, but after entering the mine, Brando clearly felt that the surveillance around him had become tighter.
The Schafflund Silver Mine is located among mountains. Due to the mining of shallow veins, the surrounding mountain walls have been hollowed out, forming an inward concave valley. If you look inward from the mouth of the valley, you will see large areas of red gray.
With the lead-black rocks, Brando didn't recognize the silver ore, but he did recognize the sentry towers built on the surrounding mountaintops - he couldn't help but frown after taking a look at it. This terrain was very troublesome to get in and out of.
, I wanted to lure the golden swordsman out to kill him before, but now it seems a bit unfeasible - I have to change the plan temporarily.
He looked around. The ground in the valley was relatively flat. However, from here, he could not see the entrance to the mine tunnel that penetrated into the ground. Instead, he could see that a semi-fortress-like building complex had been built on the outside of the valley. That should be the local area.
In the garrison barracks, the chief officer and executive adjutant appointed by Denel must also be inside.
Brando turned back and took a look at the mountains of slag in the valley and the mine carts everywhere. Workers were coming and going inside. Most of them were in order. There were only a few adventurous people like him who came here for the first time.
The person was at a loss.
However, he was not nervous, but calmed down and followed the others silently. Of course, those soldiers would not leave these people alone, and he thought someone would soon come to line them up.
Facts have proved that he was right.
Brando soon saw a group of patrol cavalry appearing from the side of the valley. They drove their mounts close to these people - but the cavalry in bright noble uniforms did not seem to be in the mood to waste too much time on these people.
, but yelled at the top of his lungs: "Go over there and line up to receive your numbers and tools——!"
After saying these words, the cavalrymen immediately turned around and walked towards the people coming in from behind.
Brando was left to glance at the direction the cavalry were pointing, where the mine steward was distributing tools and a wooden sign with a number on it to the workers - neither of which were allowed to be lost in the mining area.
Damage. Once any of the above situations occur, heavy penalties will be incurred. Warnd in this era has no humanitarian spirit - as long as there is a legitimate or less legitimate reason, being beaten to death is not a big deal.
things.
Even the chief officer of the mining area has the right to order a person to be hanged - as long as he suspects that someone has stolen the earl's ore.
But Brando doesn't care about this, he only cares about which camp he will be assigned to. The workers will naturally live in the valley during these six days, so no matter how stingy the mine officials are, they have to provide for these workers.
Build some crude, or crude, campsites.
The camp is naturally made up of straw huts, which are full of all kinds of smells that are unbearable for a person from modern society. If Brando hadn't entered the golden realm, his body functions have greatly exceeded those of ordinary people, and he would even be worried about himself
When you enter that dark shed, will you be overwhelmed by the stench?
This fear soon became a reality.
He once stood in front of the crumbling shed with a frown on his face, comparing the number plate in his hand with the location of the shed again and again. But in the end he was disappointed to find:
right here--
Brando's nose moved. He smelled the disgusting smell about a few feet away from the shack. At that moment, he suddenly felt that Juta, Qian and Medisa's absence was a huge deal.
A wise thing, but of course he made the stupidest choice.
He hesitated and couldn't help but look back - there were four such camps in this valley. He had secretly noticed it before, and almost all the mercenaries were scattered - but he
I believe this will not cause any trouble to experienced warriors.
Another good news is that there are three people assigned to the same camp as him, and he has found marks outside those huts.
But no matter whether it is good news or bad news, it cannot solve the most practical problem at present. Brando frowned in distress, and finally hesitantly walked towards the dark room - he was
He looked ready to go to the execution ground.
Of course, before entering the door, he waved his hand without leaving a trace, and an invisible wind picked up a few stones to form a triangle on the side of the door. After his White Crow Swordsmanship was promoted to the top level, he could already handle it with ease.
Brando thought that this was an extremely useful swordsmanship. If he had time, he could go to Eruin's palace to learn the advanced parts. However, this idea was a bit false. After all, how could Eruin's palace secret sword be so easy?
Outflow——
Princess Griffin must be proficient in this swordsmanship, but what conditions must be used to make the other party willing to teach it to her is a question.
With this thought in mind, he entered the room. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but slightly cover the tip of his nose with his hand.
There was silence in the room.
Then he heard an almost inaudible voice: "Tsk, pampered aristocratic child——"
This sentence was almost silent. If it were placed in ordinary people's ears, it would be inaudible, but Brando heard it clearly.
He raised his head and happened to see the people in the room. Then he was immediately stunned because it was a bit too coincidental. There were no other people in the room but the teenagers he had met before.
He first saw the young man named Qiaoka, sitting on a straw mat opposite him with a sly smile.
Then there is the guy named Maher next to him. This guy seems to be the oldest guy among these people, and also the sturdiest one - he is a head taller than Joka, and almost as tall as Brando.
Brando immediately judged that this guy was the one who made the noise before. He saw the other person's hand under his clothes, and just by the movement of his hand, he guessed that there was a dagger or dagger there. Brando
I couldn't help but cursed the patrolling cavalry outside in my heart -
"Some courage, but not knowing whether to live or die -" But this was an evaluation he gave this guy after his first impression.
Then he glanced to the other side. Sitting on the straw mat on the other side was a boy who looked a little stunted. Because his limbs were thin, his head seemed to be a little bigger than normal, but the boy's eyes
But Brando was surprised - it was neither Qiaoka's bewilderment nor Maher's alertness, but an observation look.
He is observing him.
Brando suddenly became interested. He knew very well how he was different from himself a few months ago. He had experienced battles, killed people, became the leader of thousands of people, and also owned a golden field.
Although he deliberately hides his identity at this moment, Brando knows that some things cannot be hidden.
For example, eyesight and temperament.
In fact, few ordinary people can look at him now, but this young man can look at him calmly. Brando also looked at the other person carefully, and he noticed that there was an gray stone next to the young man's straw mat.
Pupu’s backpack, I don’t know what’s in it.
Finally, he raised his head and saw the little girl disguised as a man from behind. She was also a little thin, not pretty, just a little delicate, and had a few freckles on her face. Although the room was dark, in Bran
Many eyes are like daylight, seeing everything clearly.
In addition to these few whom he had a little impression of, there were actually three teenagers in the room, all of whom seemed to be in the same group. But this was not what Brando wanted to complain about.
What really made him cry loudly was:
There are eight people living in such a small house. Even the third-rate university I went to was not so stingy. What a bastard!