The fifty-ninth chapter, the king of the underground (10)
Act 59: The Underground King (10) (First update)
Brando smiled: "You can't escape now, but you won't be able to escape in the future. The old man's sword is still young, and once you recover, ordinary people can't stop you." He didn't say some words, because Brando couldn't leave two people in the mining area.
A golden power is dedicated to guarding a person.
The newly born territory is about to go through its most difficult period. At this moment, the four golden powers, including himself, are his most important support. Brando understands that relying on his understanding of the world, he may not worry about having a large number of talents under his command in the future.
But now is definitely not the time to spend money and waste——
Kuran put a hand on his sword, but then let go. The old man vaguely noticed that the young man was interested in his proposal, otherwise he would not have said so much to him.
He asked calmly: "In that case, what do you think we should do?"
Brando pondered for a moment and said, "What is the name of the police officer in the mining area?"
Kuran was stunned for a moment, unable to keep up with the speed of his thinking. He didn't understand why the topic came to the aristocratic police officer, but he still replied: "Okins."
"The Okins of the Seacovilles?"
"Do you know him?" Kuran's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively sensed the identity of the other party - this should be a young nobleman. After all, ordinary people would not know the noble genealogy so clearly.
Just like a well-informed person in the royal capital might know the names of the nobles above him, but outside of Corcovado, he may not necessarily know what nobles there are in other provinces.
However, Okins is the nephew of the Countess of Gendenel, and belongs to Grudin's class in the province of Gendenel. It is certainly impossible for Brando to have heard of it. What's more, although the other party was not yet in this era,
They are very famous, but when the old nobles gradually grow old and pass away, the players will have to deal with these young nobles.
Brando remembered that this guy later became the lord of the Silman area, but he didn't expect that he was now serving as a police officer in the Schafflund Mine. He immediately realized that the silver mine was the heart of Count Jean Denel, and said
Maybe it was from here that the other party gained the earl's trust.
He cursed in his heart, thinking that this boy's bright future would probably be ruined by his actions. However, in the spirit of a dead Taoist friend not a poor Taoist, he could only say 'sorry' in his heart.
"I heard he's a pretty decent guy." Brando asked insinuatingly.
"That's a really good evaluation," Kuran raised his eyebrows. "It would be better to say he is as timid as a mouse and mediocre and incompetent." He sneered unceremoniously. Okins had always ruined a team of his subordinates.
To this day, this old man is still worried: "You nobles just like to say nice things."
After speaking, he glanced at Brando provocatively.
Brando didn't care about the old man's temptation, but secretly figured out in his heart that according to Kuran's evaluation of Okins and his own understanding of the other party, the young police officer would probably do everything possible to suppress him for the sake of his own future.
There was a commotion in the lower mining area, and no one would be sent to inform Sir Pallas.
In this way, they would have plenty of time to find a way to the ground. Whether or not this old swordsman master would lead the way would not actually have any impact on his plan.
But he looked at Kuran and had other thoughts in his mind. Of course he didn't want a golden power to return to Jeandenel's hands, but how to keep him was a problem.
Judging from Kuran's performance, it's not necessarily true that he is completely devoted to Count Jean Denel, or else he wouldn't negotiate terms with them here. However, it can be seen that this old man still has some chivalry, and he probably doesn't want to surrender.
It would be too easy, especially when he himself has little strength.
But Brando thought for a moment and had a plan in mind.
He replied: "Then please, old gentleman, please come back to Fir City with us temporarily. After this period of time, which can be as short as one month or as long as half a year, I will naturally let you go back."
In Fir City, he naturally wouldn't mind dedicating one or two golden forces to guard the sword master.
"Half a year?" Kuran's eyes narrowed: "If I don't appear in the mining area for a long time, it will arouse suspicion. Aren't you worried about the news leaking?"
Brando thought that this old man was really cunning, but fortunately he had already considered this: "It doesn't matter, you were seriously injured in the earthquake, weren't you? It will naturally take some time to recover, I think Okins will understand
of--"
He deliberately emphasized the phrase 'Okins will understand'.
Kuran snorted with sarcasm. He naturally knew why the police officer would understand. If he didn't understand, the young man would naturally use a sword to make him understand - the other party was not a hard nut. He could imagine that as long as he clothed
The slightest threat from Lando to the weak-headed police officer would probably make him burst into tears and serve as their mouthpiece.
The old man fell silent.
"It seems that you have made up your mind, but how can I guarantee that I can leave in a month or six months?" he asked again.
"Why should I promise you?" Brando asked.
Kuran was suffocated, and raised his silver-gray eyebrows to look at the other party angrily.
"But since I asked you to go to Fir City, as long as you don't act rashly, at least I won't do anything else." Brando replied, "Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. You are a veteran of the November War.
Right? Life is very precious, and the winner in a war is the one who survives last——"
The old man snorted: "You know very well that there are some remnants of your elders who fought in that war?"
Brando didn't answer, just looked at each other.
The old man's eyes glanced at the ring on Brando's hand. After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Looking at what you have done, you are planning to stay here for a long time. But I have to remind you that Earl Denel
It is impossible to tolerate a territory being moved out of his control, even the most barren Tonigel. Are you ready to meet the thunderous wrath of a 'king'?"
In addition to the province of Corcova, Eruin is actually controlled by thirteen "princes". These princes include six dukes, two marquises and five privileged earls. Their power is comparable to that of the royal family, so they are also
Folks jokingly call it 'the king under the throne'.
Among these 'kings', except for the three most powerful Dukes Anlek, Viero and Sifach, most of the others are on par with each other in terms of strength. Although Count Denel is not the strongest in this ranks,
, but not the last one.
To confront such a force head-on, from Kuran's perspective, Brando and others are like little ants challenging a giant, and may be shattered to pieces at any time.
But Brando smiled after hearing this, shook his head and said: "You made two mistakes. First, I knew from the beginning what Count Jean Denel would do; second, Tony Geer actually
Not the poorest."
Kuran looked at him deeply: "Confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is not necessarily a good thing, young man."
"I very much agree." Brando replied.
"Okay, no matter what you think." Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the old man shook his head and stopped mentioning it. He put his hand on his sword again: "I still want a guarantee, guarantee that after at least half a year, you
You have to let me leave."
"You promise not to return to Count Jeandenelle?"
"Sorry, I can't guarantee this." Kuran replied decisively.
Brando glanced at the other party with admiration, but this time he did not refuse, but smiled and said: "Okay, I promise. It doesn't take half a year, only three months."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him in surprise.
Brando smiled and did not explain.
After reaching the agreement, Medisa also finished her rest. She felt that her soul fire became active again, so the group continued on their way.
At this time, Brando glanced at the miner behind him. In fact, after learning that Brando and Qian were not members of the mining area guard, but rebels, and that they were going against Count Jeandenelle, this poor guy
I was so frightened that I almost wanted to run away.
But he soon calmed down, because instead of thinking about the future, at least the monsters lurking in these mines would kill him immediately. In the end, the man followed him.
But he met Qian, and after the red-haired girl pretended to be vicious and threatened, the miner could only agree to drag his family to Fir City with a sad face.
During the conversation, Brando learned that in addition to the miner's livelihood, the other party also learned some silversmith skills, so he simply gave him a job as a blacksmith apprentice. In comparison, this job is much safer than that of a miner, and the benefits are also high.
It was even bigger. In the end, the man was still uneasy, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.
With such conflicting thoughts, he felt the people in front of him stopped again.
But this time it was not that they met any monsters or people, but that the road was gone - to be precise, everyone saw a dark door not far from the mine tunnel in front of them.
door.
The closed door sealed off the entire tunnel.
Medissa and Qian couldn't help but stop and look at Kuran, who kept saying that this road could lead to the elevator. But they saw an expression of disbelief on the face of the old swordsman:
"What is this?" The old man was slightly startled.
"Shouldn't this be asking you?" Qian frowned, her voice was weak but full of suspicion.
"No, no, what's going on?" Kuran couldn't help but frown deeply. He said to Medisa beside him: "Little girl, can you help me over and take a look."
Medissa looked at Brando with questioning eyes, and the young man nodded. He had been here before and knew that the old man was not lying. Such a door should not exist here.
He had a suspicion, but needed confirmation.
The little silver elf princess followed her words and helped the old swordsman to walk over. The latter fumbled with the cold, heavy door and murmured to himself: "How is this possible? How is this possible...
