Brando was a little surprised by the news that Borg Nathan's wife had died. Originally, he had hoped that the will left by this little nobleman would bring him an unexpected income - Eruin was a little surprised.
The aristocratic family has a long history, and it is unknown if the ancestor of Borg Nesong was prominent for a while. It is possible that the property left behind will be a large amount of unexpected wealth.
And Brando thought that if this were not the case, it would not be mentioned specifically in the will.
But as the lame man said, the only hope now can only fall on the other party's daughter who is still alive.
The cripple 'Lorne' told them that the little noble's daughter was named Antitina. There were rumors that she lived alone on Squirrel Street in the St. Anthony District, next door to Black Pepper Lane. She had lived in seclusion for these years.
She rarely appears in front of outsiders. Although it is strange for a weak woman to live alone in seclusion, she is a noblewoman after all. In the strict hierarchical system of Eruin, most people would not dare to insult her.
What's more, such a noble daughter is not considered special in Prague, especially for a guy like Cripple who makes a living by selling information. Most of the hearsay information is not credible.
Brando analyzed it and thought that what the cripple said might be true——
Of course, it is said that there are more people who fell for Cripple Lorne in Prague than there are rats in Black Pepper Alley, so there are often rumors in the hotel that Cripple Lorne dares to deceive even dragons and wizards, which shows that this man is lawless.
The young man knew this very well, so he simply put the shining silver sword on the bald guy's neck and let the cunning old fox lead the way in person.
On the other hand, after the idle teenagers that the cripple Ron usurped were taught a lesson by the red-bearded Bottom, they finally realized that they were not ordinary people, so they behaved obediently and allowed the three of them to leave the cripple unimpeded.
's lair.
It was almost evening when the three of them arrived at Squirrel Street.
After the bronze sunlight passed over the buildings on one side of this ancient street, it cast thick shadows on the other side of the rows of wooden buildings. Because no one came to light the oil lamps on the roadside, the entire street was silent and lonely.
In the silent darkness, Brando walked through the deserted streets, and the breeze caused by his cloak sweeping across the stone slabs scattered the fallen leaves.
He couldn't help but look back.
Bottom, who was behind him, couldn't help but frown when he saw this hellish scene. He licked his fiery red beard and cursed: "This was not the case when I came here a few years ago."
Squirrel Street is near today's Cavalry Avenue and is located in the St. Anthony district where the former site of the House of Nobles is located. It belongs to the once prosperous old city of Prague. It used to be a wealthy area where nobles lived, but when the city was last planned
It has long since become deserted, and now this street is no different from Black Pepper Alley. They are both in a secluded place, but even more deserted.
Because compared to the latter, there are not even mercenaries, adventurers and prostitutes here.
But it won’t be depopulated yet.
Brando breathed in the dusty air, suddenly remembered something, and replied: "I think it's because of the underground cemetery."
"That's right." The lame man stuttered with a smile, and the sword around his neck made him feel a bit chilly: "Sir, you may not understand the situation as well as us locals. A strange thing happened in the underground cemetery two years ago. In the past,
A group of Havel monks and saints who routinely went into the tomb to clean it mysteriously disappeared after entering the tomb. Because two senior monks and a priest were involved, this incident caused a sensation in Prague at the time."
"Then what? The temple didn't trouble that old guy Najin. I don't believe that." Bottom asked.
"Of course not. Under pressure from the temple, the Count urged the Silver Wing Cavalry to send a detachment to search. However, they were attacked by monsters, and only one person ran out insane." The lame man replied.
"Hell," Bottom muttered.
As the three of them talked, they were led by the cripple into an old apartment along a dark staircase. This three-story wooden building seemed to be suffering from severe asthma, and it made people feel sick as soon as they stepped on the floor.
There was a creaking sound, as if the entire corridor was trembling and about to collapse at any time.
Seeing such a scene, Brando couldn't help but stop, stabbed the cobweb-covered ceiling with the Thorn of Light, and asked: "Cripple, where is this place? If I remember correctly, Borg.
Although Song has been missing for many years, his family should not be in such a state of decline, right?" He coughed as he spoke.
"His daughter moved out of her home more than a year ago, probably because she was cheated," the lame man replied.
"Noble's daughter." Bottom muttered.
Brando glanced at his neck and remained silent.
The three of them finally stopped in front of a door in the corner of the corridor. Brando put away his sword and knocked on the door. He almost suspected that the cunning old fox was deceiving him again, but not long after, there was a violent sound behind the door.
After the cough, a soft voice asked: "Who?"
Brando was startled, turned around and asked, "Is she in bad health?"
"I don't know." The cripple shook his head.
Brando thought for a while and replied outside the door: "Miss Antitina, I am a friend of your father, Mr. Nathan, and I have some of his things to give to you."
There was silence for a while behind the door, and then the soft girl's voice answered: "What is it?"
Brando took out the suicide note.
"His letter."
There was a soft sound of a chair being pulled away from behind the door, followed by a long hesitation, and then followed by a burst of footsteps and a gentle cough, the voice came to the door. The girl spoke with a slightly expectant voice behind the door.
He asked in a low voice: "I'm sorry, but can I send the letter in from below?"
Brando looked at the crack in the door below and thought that this little girl was quite alert. But thinking about the other person's experience as a weak girl living alone in the past few years, he felt relieved. He nodded.
, replied: "I understand——"
"Thanks."
The letter was handed under the door, and there was a rustling sound of opening the letter. Then there was a long silence. Just when Brando was wondering what conspiracy the other party was trying to play, the door creaked.
opened.
Standing behind was a girl wearing moon-white pajamas.
She held the door with her slender hands, panting a little, but her face was still calm. She was not tall and only reached Brando's chest. The girl had a beautiful waterfall-like black hair, which looked like a shadow against the faint candlelight in the room.
Plated with a layer of golden light - the edges of her long hair hung down to her waist; she looked at the three people outside the door with her warm, watery black eyes, feeling a little nervous.
"My father -?" Her eyes finally fell on Brando.
Brando nodded.
The girl's eyelashes, as thick and thick as brushes, drooped down.
She thought for a moment and replied: "Actually, I should have expected it. But it's good that my father and mother are at least together, so maybe I will feel more at ease."
Brando was a little surprised by Antitina's calmness. He originally thought that she was a weak noble lady with no ability to deal with things. He looked past the girl and looked back. The small house where the other party lived was not a big deal.
Comfortable - A dilapidated bed and a desk are displayed in the dark room. The dim candlelight on the desk has been half burned, reflecting the scattered papers on the ground.
This is almost all the possessions.
The conditions seemed to be very poor, just as he imagined. But this little girl is still a scholar? Brando couldn't help but think of it when he saw the thick books on the desk.
"My condolences, Miss Antitina." Brando thought for a while and replied.
Antitina raised her head and glanced at him, coughed twice, and asked: "Do you want to ask about the property issues mentioned in my father's suicide note, sir?"
Bottom and Cripple on the side listened in confusion.
"Exactly." Brando hesitated for a moment, and then chose to be honest - completing a task was as natural to him as reaching a deal, or the other way around, and he didn't feel there was any shame in it.
Yu opened his mouth. Besides, he thought that getting the money would be beneficial to both him and the lady.
But Antitina folded the letter and frowned slightly: "But I have never heard my mother mention a place like that."]
"It turns out it's a debt -" The lame man seemed to have heard something about it, and when he talked about this old profession, he became more energetic: "Brando, leave this matter to me."
As he said in a sharp voice, he glanced at Brando's face. He could see that this former young boy was now a person, especially the tall servant who was following him.
Soldiers, their skills are even more extraordinary. The lame man could not find a few people with such power in his limited knowledge - he couldn't help but compare the other party with several noble guards he knew, and the result was still
The former is still better than one.
I don't know why such a person would be willing to serve Brando. At this moment, the cripple couldn't help but become more and more cautious.
"No need, lame." Brando waved his hand and declined his kindness.
"It's only natural to pay back debts." The lame man kept replying from behind. However, when he saw Brando's finger touching the hilt of the sword, he immediately shrank his neck and swallowed the second half of the sentence. But it was still the same.
He whispered in a low voice: "There are rules in every business, there are rules in every business..."
Brando looked at the girl's clear and bright eyes, as if he was trying to identify whether she was lying. There was some worry in the girl's eyes, but she was not looking away. It didn't look like she was deliberately deceiving. But to leave like this, Bu
Lando was a little reluctant, and he couldn't help but frown. But after thinking about it, he could only smile: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's just a little effort."
After all, Brando can't agree with the cripple's point of view, which can push people to the point of desperation for a little profit. Antitina originally lost her parents, and now her life is considered embarrassing, which makes people feel pity. What can he do to her?
What? Of course, the cripple has a way, but it would be strange if little Roman didn't bite him to death if he did that. What's more, it would be even more serious if Freya knew about it.
But the girl started coughing, but after a while she forced herself to straighten up and shook her head: "Sir, I don't need your charity."
