After a night of no words, Brando and Freya finally sat facing each other in silence for the whole night. The former was worried, while the latter wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start. In Freya's heart,
She couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had for the man in front of her. She might have some admiration, but she probably didn't have the feelings of a girl - she wasn't sure about this anyway, but since she knew that Brando and
With her thin skin, she was naturally embarrassed to get involved in the established relationship between Roman. However, when she noticed the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Antitina with the unique sensitivity of a woman,
, it is inevitable that there will be some slight anger in my heart.
All night long, she sat on the wooden long-backed chair and silently turned the pages of the thin book in her hand. The book was not very thick. She quickly turned to the last page absentmindedly and subconsciously raised her hand.
At the beginning, she saw Brando looking at her with bright eyes. She was slightly startled, and quickly lowered her head again, gritting her teeth and thinking: "This hateful playboy." Then she flipped through the book again in a hurry.
Kai, full of random thoughts: "He, how could he stare at me like that? It's so rude!"
Poor Brando was actually thinking about the words of Viscount Test and the letter from his mother. His eyes were not so much looking at Freya as he was subconsciously wandering behind her.
On that wall, she had no idea that her image in the future Valkyrie's mind was basically equivalent to that of an aristocratic scum.
The silence between the two continued through the long night, but it could not delay the arrival of the next morning.
When the first ray of morning light rose over the roof of the tall building opposite the dilapidated wooden building, passed through the window here, and fell on the desk, but before it crossed the middle line, there was a sudden beeping sound outside the door.
There was a knock on the door. Brando was the first to come to his senses. He straightened up. Only then did he realize that the future Valkyrie of the kingdom opposite him had her hands on her knees, the book was on the back of her hands, and she lowered her head.
The long horse tail pecked his head, and he actually fell asleep, but only his upper body was still upright. He was worthy of the title of knight of the kingdom.
Brando couldn't help but feel a little funny. He reached out and patted the other person's forehead. Freya was extremely alert and immediately opened her eyes. As soon as her hands moved, she subconsciously went to draw the sword, but before that, she placed
The book in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and she woke up with a start. Looking at this scene, her face turned red.
"Brando. I——"
"Actually, I also slept for a little while." Brando smiled. Although with his and Freya's physical fitness, it doesn't really matter if he and Freya don't sleep for a day or two, but people's habits are very bad for a while.
It's hard to get over it, not to mention that after a week of hard work and the previous series of fierce battles, everyone's spirits were actually very low.
"Is there someone knocking on the door?"
Brando listened for a while and heard the rhythm of four loud knocks and one soft knock, then nodded and replied: "It's the little guy I hired." Then he came to the door and opened it. Sure enough, he saw yesterday
At night, the young man stood outside the door a little uneasily, but Brando noticed that the other man was holding a basket. The basket contained some bread and cheese, and his eyes just fell on these things.
The latter explained as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand: "Sir, I just wanted to ask if you need breakfast?"
Unexpectedly, this guy was quite business-minded. Brando laughed dumbly, but said with a straight face: "Let it go. Since you came so early, you must have already found out what I asked you to inquire about yesterday."
The young man hurriedly put down the basket. Although he still seemed a little restrained, he instinctively expressed a tone of formality: "Isn't that right? It's what you asked me to do, my lord. How dare I neglect what you asked me to inquire about?"
, I’ve asked about everything.”
"Have you heard about the miller named Scott?" Brando asked. Scott was actually his father's name in this life, but outsiders generally called him Old Scott.
"I've been asking about it all night, sir. I haven't even had time to sleep yet. Look, I'm coming to you right now." The young man replied quickly, as if he had an innate talent in this area, speaking vividly.
He described: "There is indeed such a person. His family's manor is south of Bragues, close to the Butchi River. But I heard that he ran a mill here, but that was only in the past few decades.
When His Majesty the King was in power, their family was still an outsider, but they seemed to have some kinship with the nobles of Karasu."
It was just a one-night inquiry, which was considered a good result. However, Brando knew that this was because his father was a miller after all. He was a well-known figure in the area. If it were an unknown person,
People, I'm afraid it's not so easy to find out the exact information. "What else?" he asked again.
"And... um..." The young man frowned and thought for a moment. He scratched his hair as if he just remembered some trivial things: "And... by the way, I heard that he had a son who disappeared during the war.
, which is quite unlucky.”
This is what he is talking about. Brando knows in his heart that it seems that not many people know what he went through later. After all, most outsiders have heard about the deeds of Count Tonigel. On the contrary, his real name is not widely spread, and
Even if a few words fall into the ears of the locals, I'm afraid they won't make people think about the relationship between the Earl of the Dignified Kingdom and the descendants of Sword Master Darus and a miller. Considering the people of this era,
In terms of people's cultural level, it is too common to have repeated names. Not to mention common people, even nobles sometimes have to face such embarrassment. Otherwise, how did the names Anson X and Auberge VII come from?
He nodded falsely: "What about the others? I asked you to find out if this family has had any guests recently. Did you find out?"
The young man nodded quickly: "It seems so."
"It seems to be yes, but is it yes or no?" Brando was very dissatisfied with this answer. His previous questions were just to determine whether this guy was talking nonsense. In fact, this question was the real focus. Unexpectedly,
This guy gave him an ambiguous answer as soon as he opened his mouth. It was almost as if he had said it or not.
The young man was startled and quickly looked at his face. He found that this 'very prestigious' employer didn't look like he was going to get angry, so he quickly licked his lips and added: "I think there should be some."
.I specifically asked people who have interacted with their family these days, and they all said no, there were no visitors, and there were no strangers hanging around. But sir, I was careful this time, because I wanted to
Some guests may not be willing to have their existence known," the young man said while carefully observing Brando's expression. When he noticed that the latter had a slightly surprised and appreciative look on his face and nodded.
When he nodded, he felt relieved and continued: "So I changed the question."
"Did you change the question?" Brando interrupted and asked.
The young man nodded.
"How did you ask?"
"I asked those people whether there were any caravans, mercenary groups or other strangers passing by near old Scott's mill recently. You know, in our place. There are always very few outsiders, any one
The outsiders passing by - whether they are adventurers, mercenaries or foreign businessmen, we locals can distinguish them with just one glance. Sir, please guess what I asked this time. Those people told me that within a week
A group of knights passed by there before. But I know the road leading to old Scott's mill. It is a dead end and most people will not pass there."
Brando knew that the road was not actually a dead end. That road passed through the sawmill in the south and led to Lidenburg. He had practiced swordsmanship with his grandfather there when he was a boy, but after the undead invasion, that road
It was completely abandoned and it is understandable to say it was a dead end.
"A team of knights, what kind of knights are they?" he continued to ask.
"Wearing a blue shirt. But they can't describe the coat of arms on the shirt."
"Cyan shirt." Brando murmured to himself. He actually already had the answer in his heart. Looking at the entire Eruin, the only knights wearing cyan shirts are the Highland Knights. Of course, it is not ruled out.
Other forces are pretending to be fake. However, this possibility is unlikely. In Eruin, it still takes some courage to take the risk of offending the Highland Knights and pretending to be them. He had no choice but to do it back then, and the entire Eruin Kingdom is as stupid as him.
It was really not easy to find the second one. "Is it really a Highland knight?" He shook his head, and never figured out why these guys bypassed him to find his parents? Do they want to regain the legacy left by his grandfather?
To get close to oneself? It seems that it is not necessary for those free knights.
He put away his thoughts and looked at the young man in front of him again: "Your name is Dean?"
"Yes, sir." The young man replied respectfully. As if he noticed something, he added very tactfully: "If you, sir, need my services, I can serve you at any time."
"Really? Then let me ask you, are you willing to leave Prague?" Brando also admired the agility of this young man named Dean when inquiring about news, and the other party seemed to have an innate talent for observing words and expressions.
Talent, such a person is born to be a nightingale. He had just acquired Su from Ciel and was preparing to build an intelligence network in Cruz and Madara. He just needed such a talent.
When Dean heard such a question, a bright light flashed in his eyes. Of course he heard what Brando meant, but he hesitated and shook his head: "I'm afraid not, sir."
Seeing the other party's rejection, Brando became a little curious, because he could clearly see that Dean was moved, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why, are you afraid of going out to have a try?"
Dean quickly shook his head and explained: "That's not true, sir, but I still have a mother to take care of. My mother is not in good health, so I can't leave too far away."
Brando suddenly glanced at the food in the basket on the ground, and couldn't help but replied in a funny tone: "Are these things made by your mother?"
Dean's face turned red, obviously he didn't expect that this adult had seen through his trick, and he defended with some embarrassment: "My mother's craftsmanship is no worse than those in hotels."
Brando glanced at the young man and felt more favorable in his heart. He thought that although he was loitering on the street like everyone else, he was not a real gangster after all. He made up his mind and said to the other person: "You
Go back first, and I will send someone to find you when the time comes. You can rest assured that if I want you to leave Prague, I will ask you to take your mother with you. With your current situation, I am afraid your mother may not be relieved either.
"
Dean was slightly startled and looked at him with some surprise: "Sir, are you telling the truth?" He had already vaguely guessed that Brando might have taken a fancy to him and wanted to accept him as a follower. He could be so generous and generous.
Of course he was happy to do what his master did. But he had never heard of a master who was willing to let his followers take care of his family.
"Do you think I'm someone who has time to entertain you?" Brando replied angrily.
"Sir, you are truly the kindest person I have ever seen." Dean replied sincerely.
Brando spent another silver coin to send this newly accepted servant away, then lifted the basket from the ground and closed the door. He turned around and found that Antitina had woken up at some point and was lying on the bed.
She looked at him with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Lord, I'm so useless." She saw Brando turn around and whispered. But Brando had no intention of arguing with her about this. In his opinion
As a man, it was natural for a woman to rest when there was only one bed. He shook his head and asked, "Did you hear that?"
Antitina nodded.
"What do you think?"
"He probably didn't lie, but in this case, the people mentioned in your mother's letter should be the Highland Knights." She analyzed in a low voice.
"But what I'm confused about is why they went in such a circle to find me."
"Lord, they may want to avoid other nobles." Antitina replied.
In Brando's mind, all he could think of was this possibility, but he was a little curious. What exactly did the Highland Knights want to do with him by bypassing other nobles? In fact, he had been very curious about these knights since the battle of Ampelsel.
Well, even though he is the grandson of Darus, the other party seems to be too enthusiastic about him. Although Darus once served as the marshal of the coalition forces and held a high position in Eruin, he was never a Highland knight.
The grand leader. The other party seems to have no affiliation with his grandfather, let alone him. If it is just for the descendants of a sword master, he shows 120,000 enthusiasm, even at the risk of getting involved.
Entering into a war. This is too outrageous.
And judging from everything today, it seems that there are indeed some secrets between the other party and his grandfather's family.
"That guy Charles is also tight-lipped." Brando complained with some annoyance. In fact, he had asked Charles before this trip, but the guy just pretended to be crazy, as if he had lost everything in his life.
It was as if he had forgotten it, but Brando knew that this was absolutely impossible, and Medisa was a real example. As a result, he sent the guy back to his territory in anger, and did not bother to bring him to Pragues.
But now that he was sure that the guest mentioned in his parents' letter was indeed a Highland knight and was not being coerced, he at least breathed a sigh of relief. He sighed and said to Freya and Antitina: "In short, wait and see
You will understand what tricks they have up their sleeves."
"Brando, are you going to see them?" Freya asked curiously.
"Of course, what else can I do?" Brando replied angrily: "Besides, I haven't been back home for a long time, so it's time to go back and have a look."
"Are we going too, Lord?" Antitina asked.
Brando nodded: "Of course, one of you is my staff and the other is my assistant, so naturally you want to help me share my worries, right?"
Brando said it matter of course, but the staff lady seemed to have thought of something else. She hung her head under the quilt, her face turned red, and she stopped talking.
The three of them packed up their things, and soon left the room and went straight out of the city, heading towards Brando's memory that the mill at his home was south of Bragues, on the 'dead road' leading to the sawmills in Reedenberg and Stag Forest.
This is exactly the same as what Dean described. Brando originally thought that it would take a lot of recall to find the path in his memory. After all, according to Brando's memory, he basically left home.
It has been two years, and from Sophie's soul point of view, she has never been to this place.
But soon, the pine forest beside the Butchi River became familiar to Brando. Two years had obviously not brought about earth-shaking changes in this area. He moved along the river beach, and his speed became slower and slower. He
Looking around, every black pine tree and even the rocks on the river beach overlapped with his memory one by one. The feeling was very strange, as if he had been here more than once in a long dream.
Same.
He silently looked at the picture-like scenery without saying a word, but an emotion he had never imagined arose in his heart.
That's guilt.
It had been almost two years since he left home, and there was no news from him in the previous year. He suddenly realized how worried his parents, especially his mother from a noble family from Cadrego, would be about him. In his memory, his mother
Although she is quite knowledgeable, she is still a young woman, gentle and quiet. In addition to taking care of the housework, she devotes almost all her energy to her son.
In my memory, I seem to have never been a trouble-free guy, or I would never go to a remote place like Butchi alone.
The trust of his grandfather and the expectations of his parents seemed to come back to his memory in an instant. Even before going to this place, he was still slightly resistant and unfamiliar in his heart, but this feeling disappeared in an instant, and his heart was completely filled with other people.
replaced by a more profound emotion.
That feeling was so sudden——
As if something awakened from his blood, he opened his mouth, and there was a kind of expectation and timidity in his heart like a wanderer returning home. He looked at everything in front of him, took a gentle breath, and finally stopped.
steps.
"Brando?"
A somewhat surprised voice suddenly came from not far away. Brando shivered slightly. He looked in that direction. In that direction, a middle-aged man who was walking towards him with a donkey suddenly stopped and seemed to see
Looking at him like a ghost. Brando looked at the familiar face of the other party and blurted out: "Uncle Dawn!"
"Brando, you are really Brando, you are still alive, are you back?"
"Yes, I'm back."
Brando only felt that there seemed to be something more in his eyes at this moment.
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