As soon as Brando and his followers got off the gargoyle, they saw Roman and the pale Freya in the alley, especially the latter who was staring at him with a hateful look. But he felt a little funny.
, the majestic Valkyrie is actually afraid of heights. When I think of her eclipsed appearance in the sky, she is similar to the girls in the previous team.
"Okay, let me tell you about the current situation." Brando was afraid that Freya would settle accounts with his future wife, so he spoke first as soon as he landed.
Freya saw his trick and snorted softly. She turned her head away, too lazy to argue with him.
"We have sent the message, and it is up to the nobles to accept it or not. Next, we have to find Roman's aunt and escape from Lidenburg before Madara launches the attack, but that is not an easy task."
Lando waved his hand and asked the gargoyle to fly to the eaves, stay still and monitor the surroundings - he had been experimenting with the talisman's spell since nightfall, and finally found one that worked.
However, attack spells are still lacking.
"Freya and Roman are registered militiamen, so the relatives in Lidenburg will definitely register. If we contact Roman's distant relative, we might run the risk of being discovered, especially if we don't know whether the other party is available or not.
Under reliable circumstances.”
"Isn't Aunt Jenny very dangerous?" Freya turned around and asked.
Brando glanced at Roman, who said nothing and was playing with the corner of his clothes with his head down.
"Generally speaking, the other party also has time to react, but if we act in a swarm, the possibility of failure is very high. In order to save time, we have to divide our troops into three groups and repeatedly confirm what each person should do."
He took a breath and unconsciously showed the demeanor he had when he was the leader in the game. However, in reality, Brando was inevitably a little nervous about controlling the fate of others.
His eyes lingered on the faces of the three people for a moment, and he pointed out:
"Freya goes to contact Roman's relatives."
"Me?" Freya pointed to herself in surprise.
"kindness."
"But I only know that he lives in Bonoan Market, and I don't even know the specific number. And I don't even know where Bonoan Market is?" The ponytail girl looked embarrassed.
"You can ask, the Bonoan Market is nearby. Walking out of this alley, there is a bar called the 'Copper Dragon Story Club'. You can go there to inquire about the news." Brando suddenly smiled: "But
Be careful, the mercenaries in the bar don’t have very clean hands and feet, so don’t be taken advantage of.”
Freya's face turned red, and she glared at him fiercely: "Shameless!"
Charles chuckled and thought that he was quite interesting as a lord. Nobles rarely go to vulgar places like bars, but it seems that Brando knows the top and bottom of this kingdom very well. Wizards always
I like to be with smart people - especially knowledgeable people, and of course this young man is no exception.
"After you find the woolen textile merchant named Hood, don't reveal your identity first. Give him some time and ask him to meet us in the bar. You have to pay attention to his reaction, and you will know that this person is not reliable. If you find
Don’t worry about the traces of the military. They won’t alert us until they know our relationship. They also hope to have a chance to catch us all.”
Freya thought for a moment, as if to confirm whether she could do this, and then nodded.
"What about me, Brando?" Roman asked, blinking.
"Roman, go help us contact the carriage and wait for us at the north gate. There are only two hotels in Lidenburg, so they may be monitored. If you find something wrong with one of them, change it. If there are problems with both, you can stay alone.
Go to the North Gate. In any case, we will leave the city as soon as the city gate opens in the early morning. If we are lucky, we may be able to leave the city before the blockade order is issued."
The business lady nodded cheerfully.
Brando then took out the money he got from the noble relic and gave it to them in two parts: "Both of your actions may involve the use of money. This is thirty silver coins, half of which is more than enough for each person. If you have
If possible, Roman, please buy some more food."
The business lady nodded seriously again.
"What about you, Brando?" Freya asked.
"It's too stressful for you to act alone, and the White Mane Legion may intervene at any time. Charles and I are going to visit some 'old friends' to attract the attention of the guards in Fort Reeden." Brando said calmly.
replied.
Only genius knows how determined Brando was when he said this. His creed has always been that risks can be controlled, just like passing through the Xavier Pass - that's because he is sure that he can guarantee the safety of Roman and himself - he
I never considered myself a born savior or hero.
‘A well-thought-out plan may fail, let alone a desperate chance of success.’ This sentence was given to Brando by his old team leader in the game, and it was also adopted as his motto.
But this time, even he himself didn't know how risky it was, but he had promised Roman at Butchi's old house that as a man, sometimes you need some willful persistence. Brando also felt a sense of lethargy at this moment.
The motivation from his blood boiling supported him to calm down, complete such a thing, and fulfill his promise.
"You're crazy, Brando!" Freya heard something in his words and looked at him with wide eyes: "You, you will be hanged, what do you want us to do?"
She suddenly felt that her words were somewhat ambiguous, blushed, and explained: "What I mean is, I don't want to be a robber with you..."
Brando suddenly felt that this girl who didn't mean what she said was a bit cute: "It doesn't matter," he said, "I will invite you to join us, if there is a chance." He thought that there must be a chance, but how sure is he of persuasion?
This is the future Valkyrie.
"No chance," Freya said bitterly, "You go with Roman, I'm worried about her."
"No need, I believe in little Roman."
The business lady raised her eyebrows, secretly happy.
Freya was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She thought that this guy knew clearly that she was worried about him, but he still forced her to tell her. And what was even more annoying was that even if she said it, he would definitely not listen.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you," she lowered her head and pushed her ponytail behind her with her hands: "You, please be careful."
The business lady gave him a small gesture of 'everything is OK', and she also waved this gesture - this is what she learned from Brando in the past two days: "I'll wait for you at the North Gate.
, Brando! The carriage of the future big businessman will only start when Brando gets on the carriage - "
Brando heard something in his heart and smiled.
About ten minutes later, in the military camp of the White Mane Legion Swordsmen——
"You said you didn't hear the sound?"
Luc Besson picked up a broken piece of wood, pointed at the cross section and asked: "Judging from the degree of smashing, it is at least the level of the first level of strength. A person with the level of a black iron swordsman broke the prison door of our White Mane Legion, and then
You tell me you didn’t hear me?”
Luc Besson, known as the 'Tiger', is 45 years old this year. He has dark skin, an angular forehead that looks like a knife, high bulging cheekbones, half of his descent from mountain people, flat cheeks, thin face, and deep-set eyes.
With a hint of wildness, it has been ten years since Luc Besson was promoted to the head of the 104th Swordsman Regiment of the White Mane Legion. If he wants to be promoted further, he must rely on his reputation and qualifications in the military.
But Luc Besson is politically inclined to the Everton faction, also known as the Baath Party, and it is a fact that the White Mane Army has already completed the process of privatizing Count Pula, and now he is already unpopular in this army.
Column. But this does not prevent him from showing his majesty in front of his subordinates. 'Tiger' Luc Besson is not one of those aristocratic pretty boys who come through the back door.
The general's words immediately made several junior non-commissioned officers present look at each other, especially the person on duty that night, whose face was even crimson. White-maned infantrymen wearing blue military uniforms and pointed helmets came and went in and out of the room, interacting with the guards.
Compared with the army, the biggest difference in the uniforms of these soldiers is the bunch of white wolf feathers hanging from the epaulettes.
This unique ornament is to commemorate the glorious glory of this regiment in the 'Battle of Jatins', and is also the origin of the name of the White Mane Legion.
"If the opponent is a highland knight, his apprentice retinue is not incapable of doing this." Someone said.
"For the White Mane Legion, the important thing is not what your opponents did. It's what you did. Ten minutes to react. Are you a militia?"
Luc Besson's rebuke silenced the others.
At this time, an officer and his personal entourage made a report and pushed in the door. The visitor held a stack of parchment in his hand and reported: "Captain, we have checked the information of the militia on Butchi's side. There is indeed a man named Fu."
Leya and Roman's people are registered, but the young man named Brando doesn't seem to be a native of Butchi."
Luc Besson thought as expected. He nodded the table with his finger: "Then?"
The attendant approached and whispered something beside him. Luc Besson nodded. He then asked: "What is the attitude of His Majesty's emissary?"
"Your Majesty the Earl didn't say it clearly, but it seems to imply that we execute him on the spot." The officer replied.
Luc Besson was slightly startled. Would the dignified King's Secret Envoy have trouble with a commoner? He rubbed his chin, trying to understand the hidden meaning, but before that, the whole room was already buzzing with discussion——
"Really, but that old guy went with a commoner, didn't he?"
"I think he seems to be interested in those two women, this old pervert."
"A jester, I saw him there admiring the elven sword."
"I've never seen a country bumpkin in the market." Someone sneered disdainfully.
Luc Besson immediately patted the table to tell these messy officers to stop. He was about to reprimand, but at this time another person pushed the door open and came in. It was the messenger from outside.
"Captain, the local council is on fire."
"What an attack from the east to the west," Luc Besson couldn't help but cursed secretly, and immediately stood up and ordered: "I'll give you ten minutes, and let the second and third squadrons assemble as quickly as possible!"
Rows of officers stood up.
He pointed to the other side: "You two, go and monitor the intended target for me. Maquilin, your mission is the hotel. You know what to do. Don't alert the enemy."
The three people who were named bowed their heads in response, did not dare to hesitate, and immediately turned around and went out.
"Captain, where is Lord Sebor?"
"There is no need to remind you. Those guys must have gone to court our king's emissary. They always have to rely on one party, don't they?"
The leader's words caused a deep laughter to resound in the room.
