Seeing Freya's helpless look, Brando thought that she probably already had a certain understanding of the appearance of these so-called local troops in Lidenberg, but it was not enough. He planned to let her know more clearly. Only reality can make it clearer.
Freya understood what situation they were in now.
Of course, Brando didn't want her last hope for this country to be shattered, but sometimes things don't rely on passion alone, and going on a rampage will only lead to bloodshed.
Brando has never been a reckless person. He hopes that Freya will also learn to act calmly. Of course, he will protect them when necessary. The bottom line is that these people cannot really hurt Freya and Roman.
He happened to be free to watch how Freya handled the crisis, but he saw her eyes falling into the distance. He was startled, followed her gaze, and found that that direction was the east barracks of Fort Riden——
It seemed to be that name. He saw a group of people there, of different heights, all gathered around a tall middle-aged man, followed by a group of white-maned light infantry, spreading in all directions - they looked like nobles.
Brando suddenly felt interesting. He didn't expect to be so lucky. Someone would bring him a pillow just when he wanted to sleep. But Freya reacted quickly and noticed the big shots at once. He roughly understood Freya.
I couldn't help but nodded secretly.
From a normal person's point of view, Freya's reaction was correct. Of course, Brando just wanted to see how she would get a bloody head. This is a bit sorry for the future Valkyrie, but Brando
It's enough to know that your starting point is for the other person's good.
What's more, this is Freya's own choice.
He turned around and saw two guards approaching Freya with their long swords drawn. They obviously did not expect that the girl would dare to resist when the two companions were obediently captured, and they were so decisive. As soon as she jumped into the tower, she jumped into the tower first.
Rush towards the weapons rack on the side.
The two were startled, and quickly drew out their swords and faced him. But Freya suddenly turned around and grabbed a guard's wrist with her right hand. She stepped aside and swung the sword with her left hand, hitting the opponent's armpit. From grabbing the sword to
The whole movement was done in one go, as if in the blink of an eye, the guard screamed and fell to the ground.
The pony-tailed girl grabbed the sword and struck another guard with one sword. With three sword blows, using the strength she had grown in fighting the golden demon tree, she beat the guard back five steps until he reached the wall. Then she reversed her sword.
He struck the unlucky guy on the head with the hilt of his sword, causing him to fall on his back with a bloody head.
Then she turned around again, and the aura on her body was so frightening that the remaining four guards and their captain all took a step back. Freya couldn't help but feel angry, the army of Liedenburg, which she had always relied on, turned out to be like this.
Level. She thought that all of them were as powerful as Brando, maybe a little worse, but at least they should not be far apart!
But Brando secretly exclaimed "Beautiful". The local guards were only at the level of veterans in the militia, and Freya's skills were now stable enough to join the police force, especially being calm and calm, which was even more valuable.
.
However, he glanced at the white-maned light infantry in the distance and thought that if Freya thought that the kingdom's regular army also had this fighting capacity, she might suffer a big loss soon.
But what he had to do now was not to delay the judgment of the future Valkyrie. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards around him and threw them out before they could react. Then he turned around and grabbed his elf sword, and with a sword
Knock the swords out of the hands of the two guards holding Roman.
"What are you going to do?" He ignored the wailing guard lying on the ground, grabbed Roman's hand and ran over.
Freya glared at him, then looked over at the barracks, her meaning self-evident.
"Would you like to go over there? That's fine, you know, the King of Hell is easy to mess with, but the kid is difficult to deal with." Brando smiled.
"What does that mean?" Roman asked curiously from behind, and she rubbed her wrist. Those people had used too much force just now, and her hand was sore.
"I mean, let's see what those big shots say."
Freya always felt that there was something in this guy's words, but she had no time to refute it at the moment. She glanced at the guard captain who was paralyzed on the ground with disgust, and then jumped out of the tower first.
"Brando, Freya seems angry."
"It doesn't matter, just keep up."
The businesswoman glanced at him curiously.
Lord Seber of Jinguo had been in a good mood since the day, if it hadn't been for what happened before him.
He was startled when he saw the girl suddenly rushing in front of him. The guards behind him swarmed up and surrounded her. Seber also saw two other people in the circle, both dressed in country people's attire.
After he paused, anger suddenly rose in his chest.
What are these bastards doing? Why did they let three dirty country bumpkins come here? Who is the captain on duty tonight? I want him to go back and eat himself!
Seber's face turned green and white, and he was about to have an attack. But he felt someone behind him stabbing himself with the handle of a cane. He looked back and saw that disgusting industrialist, big workshop owner, Sir Burnley, all over the place.
He had a rough face. To be honest, he didn't even want to say more to this fat man who smelled like copper and was fussy about everything. But fortunately, the Lord was clear-headed enough to understand that at least now they were on the same team.
He followed the other person's gaze and was shocked when he saw Freya's epaulettes. Didn't Butch's militia say that Madara's army had arrived in the Beldo Forest? How did they get here?
He couldn't help but cast a glance a little further behind, hoping that the big shot over there wouldn't notice the commotion here. Then he held down his sword and shouted to the guards in a deep voice: "What are you doing here? Kill the assassin."
Take it down."
assassin?
Freya was about to speak, but was stunned by these words. She widened her eyes helplessly and wanted to argue, but found that the guards around her had drawn their swords - a clear and clear metal trembled.
, as if to pierce her heart.
"What's going on here?"
It was at this time that a quiet, serious voice intervened, causing everyone to subconsciously get out of the way. After the crowd separated, a middle-aged man with deep eyes, a high nose, and a sinister face was revealed behind him.
The cane made of gold looked at everyone present with cold eyes.
Seber took a breath and cursed in his heart: Damn it, I still attracted this trouble. His mind changed quickly, and he replied without changing his face: "A few civilians broke in, maybe they are assassins again."
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"Civilian?" The middle-aged man frowned.
"Sir, we are not assassins. We are Butch's militia," Freya said eagerly: "We are here to report that Butch is under attack -"
The middle-aged man looked disgusted and interrupted: "What's your name?"
"F, Freya." Freya was startled, feeling as if being stared at by the other party's cold eyes was like being stared at by a poisonous snake, and couldn't help lowering her head.
"What about you?" he asked Roman again.
"My name is Roman, uncle." The future businesswoman blinked and replied.
Some people in the crowd couldn't help but laugh twice, but they quickly held it back. This time, the middle-aged man's expression did not change, but he waved his hand: "Take them down and wait until the cross-examination is clear."
"Sir, we..." Freya was startled and quickly raised her head to explain.
But the other party didn't listen to their explanation at all, and instead let the guards swarm up and suppress the three of them. However, the middle-aged man looked on coldly, and then said again: "Wait a minute."
As if his words had great effect, everyone subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"Show me the sword in that man's hand." He pointed at Brando with his stick.
sword?
Everyone was stunned, and then they noticed the shape of the sword in Brando's hand. It was an elf sword. Elf swords are famous for their exquisiteness, and are generally circulated as works of art in the upper circles.
Boer couldn't help but curse again, thinking that this guy who eats people without spitting out bones has really sharp eyes, and he has taken a liking to the two women and the sword.
What made him uncomfortable was that the other party's identity and status were much higher than his. Even if he said he wanted it, he could only give it to him. He couldn't afford to offend the power behind the other party.
He waved, and several guards understood immediately and drew their swords and pointed them at Brando.
Brando turned back to look at Freya and saw the girl's face was confused and a little dazed. He knew it was almost done, but he still had to stay calm at this time. He shrugged and handed over the sword obediently.
This kid is quite sensible. This move made Seber think to himself.
A guard ran over holding a sword and offered it to the middle-aged man with both hands. The middle-aged man picked up the sword indifferently, turned over the blade, and read the words on it:
“A’ssonston, donamiru——” (Elvish language: The sword is born from the light, and all enemies are afraid)
He raised his sword, and the elf sword shone brightly in his hand. Everyone around him couldn't help but gasp. With the magic sword, these nobles couldn't help but cast their eyes on Brando and his party, and they became more convinced that the three of them were assassins.
The idea. After all, no militiamen carry magic weapons with them, and no one would believe it.
However, the middle-aged man looked at the faintly glowing leaf-shaped sword in his hand, and for the first time a smile appeared on his face. He glanced at the industrialist next to him and asked: "Sir Birlian is rich and knowledgeable.
Guang, can you tell me the origin of this sword?"
The nobleman who glanced at Ball of Suet quickly rolled his body and said flatteringly: "I have seen some elven weapons, but if I want to say that I am knowledgeable, how can I compare to what you have seen in that circle, sir?"
What I heard.”
The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied: "Then for the sake of this sword, let's make it easier for them tonight. I will personally interrogate these assassins tomorrow. Take good care of those two ladies. You'd better
Tell your captain Grantson this sentence exactly, don’t think I don’t know about their dirty work——”
His words became colder and colder, and finally the guard in front of him fell silent. However, the others showed meaningful smiles. The more obvious this gentleman's attitude was, the more beneficial it was to them.
It's just two women and a sword. They still care more about the latter than their own interests.
Freya's face turned crimson because of anger, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath. She gritted her teeth and clenched her hands into fists. For a moment, Brando was really afraid that she would be impulsive and reckless, but
Fortunately, Miss Valkyrie is much calmer now than when she first met him.
He raised his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the gleaming thorn of light in his hand. He frowned, who was that man? He seemed to have a very high status, but it was a pity that he couldn't.
He knows every detail that happened in history, but the other party's reaction is interesting.
But he wasn't too nervous, the best was yet to come.
When they were escorted away by many guards, Brando clearly heard the middle-aged man asking:
"Okay, let's get down to business. Mr. Seiber, when do you plan to let me leave the city?" The middle-aged man's voice was cold, filled with a touch of sarcasm.
"Your Excellency, it is a critical time now. Madala has already arrived under the Vanmere Fortress. Buchi's flanks may be affected at some point. The wild is too dangerous, especially since you are a close minister of His Majesty and we have