"Sword, sword energy..." The lame man's expression suddenly changed.
He couldn't help but take a closer look at Brando, suspecting that this young man was not the one he knew. The Brando he knew was just a young man who had just come out of the militia. Perhaps he was famous for his swordsmanship, but
It’s not like he’s become a sword master who has cultivated the power of elements after not seeing each other for more than half a year, right?
Antitina tightened her grip on the doorframe and then let go. The sudden change almost exceeded the limit of her imagination. The girl bit her lip, never expecting that the person who brought her father's news turned out to be a Jinghua swordsman (
(Golden Rank), such a young great swordsman, she couldn't help but think that this young man was actually a revelator who was born with the first level of power?
Bottom crossed his arms, quite calmly. He took in the reactions of the others and couldn't help but smile in his heart: The first time he saw the Lord Knight perform such a sword skill, he was shocked.
Human? Of course, he has a faint sense of superiority, because he knows that Brando's real strength is more than that.
As for the "security cavalry" on the opposite side, they were stunned for a long time. They had guessed Brando's identity as much as possible - but exhausting their poor imagination, at most they could only think that the other party might be a noble, let alone a noble.
The next step may be the descendants of a certain big family. Going up further, they don't dare to think about it.
But who would have thought that such a young Jinghua swordsman would appear in front of him?
Of course, maybe Brando is not a great swordsman at all. But he doesn't mind causing such an illusion in front of these people, and just as he expected, this impression has been deeply ingrained in these people's hearts at this moment.
, enough to make them want to quit.
Brando then took back his sword and replied: "Did you hear that? This lady said that her father did not know Viscount Teste."
"But..." The leader finally recovered from the shock, with a tangled look on his face, and spoke subconsciously.
Brando quietly gave Bottom a gesture.
"What the hell, why don't you get out of here!" The red-bearded mercenary glanced at Brando and immediately turned around and ordered sternly.
Several people looked at each other, and the other party made it clear that he didn't want to reason with them - this attitude was familiar to them, but usually they didn't bother to reason with others. They wanted to take action directly, but the person standing opposite was a Jing.
Foil Swordsman - even that young man could knock them all down in ten seconds without even needing his bodyguard to take action.
The person who took the lead was almost suffocated, but he took a breath, endured it, and replied: "I understand, sir, he has made up his mind to intervene in this matter. Then I hope sir can let us understand.
, who is preparing to go against Lord Viscount Test?"
Brando glanced at this guy and thought that this was a real person, and he actually tried to use words to sway him. If he was really a noble, he might still be fooled, but unfortunately the 'player' never had this attribute. But he was also secretly wary,
Because if he refuses to answer - it may cause these people to doubt his identity.
This person who took the lead was a bit clever, and the scheming that was put on the table was already a conspiracy. "Owl" Jon, Brando secretly wrote down the name.
He thought for a moment, smiled in his heart, took out a piece of paper from his arms, folded it in half and threw it over: "Give this to your Lord Viscount. As for my identity, you are not qualified to know it."
Several people on the opposite side were slightly startled and looked at the folded piece of paper on the ground.
Unable to think of it, these people had no choice but to pick up the pieces of paper and return dejectedly from the original path. They just looked at the cripple deeply and didn't even say a single unnecessary word. Of course, they had complete initiative.
In Brando's hands, opening his mouth again would only be humiliating himself.
Brando turned around when he saw the last person disappearing around the corner of the corridor. The first thing he saw was the cripple with twinkling eyes. He couldn't help but smile and asked, intentionally or unintentionally: "What are you thinking about, Lorne?"
Sir?" In fact, among them, except for Bottom, only the cripple knows his true identity.
Of course, Bottom can be trusted, but it's hard to trust this cunning old fox.
"No, it's nothing." The lame man quickly denied.
The little old man felt bitter in his heart. He didn't expect that leading the way would lead to such a big disturbance. If he had known this, even if Brando had stabbed him to death with a sword, he would not have come to this muddy water. I'm offended.
Needless to say, Test's last look undoubtedly showed that they had at least remembered him, and his life in Prague would probably not be so easy in the future.
And this is secondly, he understands this, and he believes that the young people around him naturally understand this. As for whether Brando can trust him - I am afraid that even the lame man cannot trust himself, but he happens to know Brando's
Will he go to Viscount Test to explain his true identity and reveal Brando's true identity? No need to think about it, because he has thought so before.
But he couldn't help but glance at Brando. This young man would not give him this opportunity.
What would Brando do? If it were the same Brando before, it might not be possible, but now this young man who is a Bramble Swordsman has a much more decisive character than before he left Braggs.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel chills in his back. He could almost imagine his own end.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally he started to tremble a little.
"Bu, Brando, if you kill me, they will definitely doubt your identity." The lame man couldn't help but stuttered in reply.
"The same goes for missing." Brando smiled.
"Exactly, exactly." The lame man replied bitterly.
"But you don't want us to believe you, Mr. Lorne, how likely do you think this is?" Brando asked.
"A little...a little bit."
Brando glanced at this guy, a little disgusted, but still shook his head: "I won't kill you, lame man."
The cripple 'Lorne' was stunned for a moment and looked at Brando in disbelief. A glimmer of light flashed in his small eyes, as if he was thinking about why this young man would say such a thing and lie to him? It seemed that there was no such thing.
It was necessary, but Brando didn't look like such an innocent person at this moment. He thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a reason.
Could it be that this young man had a bad taste in playing with prey? He couldn't help but feel a little creepy when he thought about it.
But Brando replied: "Have you heard of this thing, lame man?"
"What?"
"You don't know? It doesn't matter. You just need to understand that as long as you hand over something like this, we will be on the same team." Brando smiled slightly and replied.
"You want to drag me into the water?" The cripple took a breath, and the young man's smile became a bit similar to the devil's in his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, thinking that this was the only way to deceive the young man first.
Let’s talk about it later. But how can we gain the other party’s trust?
Informer? But he was not familiar with Viscount Test at all.
Going to kill someone from the other side? Nobles would not care about such a trivial matter.
The cripple hesitated for a long time, but waited until Brando said lightly: "Cripple, before you started this business, did you commit anything in Anlek?"
A thunderbolt flashed through the cripple's heart. His expression suddenly changed. He couldn't help but look at Brando as if he had seen a ghost: "No...no."
"That noble is called——"
"Stop talking!" the lame man screamed. His face was ashen, and he was sweating like he was fished out of water. He gasped for air, raised one hand and shouted loudly: "I understand,
Brando, stop talking. I know what to do. Damn it, Brando, you must be a devil, I have never offended you——!"
Brando smiled. The lame man killed a local noble family in Anlek thirty years ago, changed his name and ran to Pragues. This is a famous quest line in the "Amber Sword". This guy
His fate in the future is not good, he will be hanged after all - but speaking of it, this incident was not actually the lame man's fault, and the nobleman may not be a good person in the story.
But now that he was telling the matter, he was just forcing the lame man to board the ship. In Eruin, the crimes committed by the lame man were almost second only to rebellion and treason. He believed that even Viscount Tester would not be able to deal with this matter.
In fact, to protect this guy, only by relying on such a handle can he control this extremely cunning guy.
However, he saw that the lame man's mood was a bit unstable, so he spoke to comfort him: "Okay, lame man, don't worry, I don't want to use this matter to coerce you. I know the cause and effect of the whole matter, and the fault is not yours, but I
I have no intention of being a messenger of justice, just to protect myself. As for you following me, I at least guarantee that Viscount Test will not cause trouble for you - I hope you remember that this is a win-win transaction, not one party versus the other.
obedience."
The lame man gave him a suspicious look.
"You don't believe it? The piece of paper I gave them explains everything, lame." Brando replied.
"What is that piece of paper?" Bottom couldn't help but ask.
"A little habit, I think Test will definitely suspect a reasonable opponent of his based on that note." Brando smiled slightly. He didn't know if Viscount Test had something to do with the Oneness of All Things.
But regardless of whether there is an affair or not, let's first stir up the conflict between him and the 'Tree Shepherd'.
His action of folding pieces of paper and throwing them to the ground came from a great swordsman named "Ikaruga", Count "Ikaruga". This guy is one of the core members of the "Treemen" and is the son of Duke Golan-Elsen.
The main political enemy. At the same time, he is also a private admirer of Test's fiancée. This old enemy doubles as a love rival. Brando thinks it should be enough for our Lord Viscount to have a headache.
Perhaps Lord Viscount Test will finally clear up the fog, but it doesn't matter, Brando has no losses anyway. He is not a Templar Knight of the Temple of Fire, so he has no need to tell the truth when facing the enemy.
After hearing this, the lame man couldn't help but be a little dazed. Then he raised his head and took a deep look at Brando, and couldn't help but reply: "I really wonder if you are a devil, Brando, you were not like this before.
.”
"This is also forced by the situation." Brando shrugged, and then turned his attention to Antitina who had listened to their conversation.
"What are your plans, Miss Antitina?" he asked.
The girl lowered her head, knowing that the choice was no longer in her hands at this point. She couldn't help but wonder if her previous judgment was wrong. After all, this young man didn't seem to be as polite as she imagined.
She thought for a while and could only reply in a low voice with some reluctance: "Didn't you think about everything for me, Mr. Brando?"
Brando smiled, Antitina's intelligence should make many of the same aristocratic daughters feel ashamed. I really don't know what kind of growing environment can create such a girl. But Antitina doesn't mind, he also uses
Without being pretentious, he patted the scroll in his arms and replied: "Miss Antitina, in fact, I am interested in your talent and ability, and I hope you will hire you to work for me. I need your ability, and use this as my
In return, I am willing to support you in continuing your research on magic technology. Of course, as my own person, I will naturally ensure that you are not harassed by those guys before."
Antitina coughed twice, then she raised her head and looked at Brando, a pair of bright eyes looking directly into Brando's eyes as if to confirm whether the other party was lying——
"You want me to build these machines for you? But my mentor said that my talent in this area is not outstanding."
"Indeed," Brando nodded: "But there are many craftsmen who manufacture and design magic devices, but the only person I can find who is accomplished in designing 'that' is you, Miss."
"That's just a semi-finished product." Antitina became serious and interrupted him. But she immediately realized her impoliteness and couldn't help lowering her head and shrinking back.
But Brando didn't mind, he asked instead: "Miss Antitina, you gave me a half-finished design as a thank you, which affirms its value. So why don't you allow me to give this design to you?"
As for a higher evaluation - there is an old saying in my hometown, everything is difficult at the beginning. This sentence is enough to evaluate the value of your design."
The girl was startled for a moment, her eyes brightened: "Everything is difficult at the beginning?" She raised her head again and asked tentatively: "So, Mr. Brando, are you really willing to help me walk on this road?
Going down?"
"To be honest, I don't have the funds now, or even a foothold of my own, but I think I will soon." Brando replied frankly: "Really, Mr. Lorne?"
"Exactly, exactly!" The lame man who didn't know what was going on nodded quickly.
Antitina thought for a moment and bit her lip. "Okay," she nodded, with determination in her bright eyes: "I accept your offer, Mr. Brando. But I don't want to be idle.
, until you have enough strength, I am willing to be your staff. Only when I see it with my own eyes - will I feel relieved, not to mention, I believe I have this ability - "
