The Amber Sword

Act 42 Middle-aged

Seeing Freya's helplessness, Brando thought that she probably already knew the face of these so-called local forces in Rittenberg, but it was not enough. He planned to let her know more clearly. Only reality can make Freya understands where they are now.

Of course Brando didn't want her to lose her last hope for this country, but sometimes, she didn't just rely on the blood in one cavity. The rampage only broke her head.

Brando was never a reckless person, and he hoped Freya would 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 just watched Freya how to deal with the crisis, but saw her eyes fall into the distance. He froze and followed her gaze to find that it was the barracks on the east side of Rittenberg in that direction—it seemed to be the name. There he saw a group of people of varying heights, all of them holding one of the tall middle-aged men, followed by a group of white-maned light infantry, spreading control—it looked like a nobleman.

Brando suddenly thought it was interesting. He didn't realize that he was so lucky, he just wanted to sleep and someone sent a pillow. But Freya reacted quickly, and she noticed those big men. He probably understood Freya's thought and nodded secretly.

From a normal person's point of view, Freya's response is very correct. Of course, Brando just wanted to see how she ran into a bloodshed, so to say that I was a bit sorry for the future Valkyrie, but Brando knew that his starting point was for the other's sake, which was enough.

Besides, this is also Freya's own choice.

He looked back, and the two guards were pulling their swords close to Freya. They apparently did not expect that the girl would dare to resist when both of her companions were obedient and captured, and she was so decisive that when she jumped into the tower, she rushed to the side of the weapon rack.

The two were startled, and hurriedly drew out a sword to welcome them. But Freya suddenly turned her right hand and grabbed a guard's wrist, and made a sideways move. A left-handed sword swayed into the armpit of the other side—from the sword grabbing to the uniform. Suddenly fell back to the ground.

The pony-tailed girl seized the sword, and one sword fought with another guard. Three swords in a row, relying on the strength that grew up in the battle against the golden devil tree, the guard went back five steps to the wall, and then she reversed the sword and knocked the hilt on the unlucky head, let him His head was bleeding and he fell on his back.

Then she turned around again, and the momentum of her body scared the remaining four guards together with their captain to take a step back. Freya couldn't help but be upset, and the army of Rittenberg, which she had always regarded as relying on, turned out to be this level. She thought they were all as powerful as Brando, maybe worse, but at least they should not be far behind!

But Brando yelled beautifully. The local guards are just the level of the veterans in the militia, and Freya's skill at this moment has been steadily able to enter the police force, especially with both calmness and calmness.

However, he glanced at the white-maned light infantry in the distance. If he wanted Freya to think that the regular army of the kingdom was also this combat force, then she might soon lose a lot.

But what he has to do now is not to delay the judgment of the future Valkyrie. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards around him and threw them out before they responded. Then he grabbed his own elven sword, and a sword would fly the long sword that held Roman's two guards.

"What are you going to do?" Regardless of the wailing guard, he grabbed Roman's hand and ran over.

Freya glanced at him, then looked at the barracks, self-explanatory.

"Where to go? Yeah, there is a way that the king is so provocative, and the little ghost is difficult to get involved with." Brando smiled.

"What does that mean?" Roman asked curiously behind her, rubbing her wrists. Those people just used too much energy, so she held her hands sore.

"Meaning, look at what those big men say."

Freya always thinks there is something in this guy's words, but there is no time to refute it now. She glanced in disgust at the captain of the guard who had been paralyzed on the ground, and then spun out of the tower first.

"Brando, Freya, she seems angry."

"It's okay, just keep up."

The merchant lady gave him a curious look.

Lord Golden Fruit Sebel had been in a good mood since this day, if it had not happened.

He saw the young girl who was rushing in front of him, and then he stung, and the guards behind him swarmed around her. Sebel also saw two people in the siege, all in country outfits, and an anger rose in his chest after he stayed.

What are these **** doing, and how did three dirty country gangsters come here? Who is the captain on duty tonight, I will let him roll back to eat myself!

Sebel's face was blue and white, and he was about to attack. But I felt that someone was behind me with a cane handle. He looked back and saw the disgusting industrialist, the big workshop owner, Sir Burnley's face full of flesh. To be honest, he didn't even want to talk about this extra copper smell, and he cares about the fat man, but fortunately Lord Lord's mind is sober and understands that at least they are a group.

He looked along the other side's eyes, startled, and saw Freya's epaulets. Is n’t the militia in Butch saying that Madara ’s army has arrived in the Belledor Forest? How did they come here?

He couldn't help but glance a little farther behind, hoping that the big man over there didn't notice the commotion over here. Then he held down his sword and murmured to the guards with a deep voice: "What are you doing here, keep the assassins down?"

assassin?

Freya was about to speak, but was stabbed by the words. She stared helplessly, trying to refute, but found that the guards around him had all pulled out long swords--a piece of clear metal shivering, as if to pierce her heart.

"What's wrong here?"

It was at this time that a quiet, serious voice came in, and everyone let them go subconsciously. After the crowd separated, the middle-aged man with a deep frame behind him, a high nose bridge, and a grim looking face appeared. He held a cane made of gold, and looked at all the people with cold eyes.

Sebel took a breath and cursed in his heart: Hell, he still attracted the trouble. He turned his mind sharply and replied invariably: "Some civilians came in, or they were assassins."

"Civilian?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"My lord, we are not assassins. We are Butcher's militia," Freya eagerly distinguished. "We are here to report that Butcher is receiving Ma--"

The middle-aged man looked disgusted and interrupted, "What's your name?"

"Fu, Freya." Freya froze, feeling the cold stare of the other person as if she was being stared at by a viper, and could not help lowering her head.

"What about you?" He asked Roman again.

"My name is Roman, uncle." The future Miss Merchant blinked and replied.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh twice, but quickly resisted. This time, the expression of the middle-aged person did not change, but he waved his hand: "Take them down and wait until the question is clear."

"Master, we ..." Freya was startled, and looked up to explain.

But the other party didn't listen to their explanations at all, but let the guards swarm up and suppress the three of them. However, the middle-aged person stood by and looked at it coldly, which would say again: "Wait."

As if his words had great effect, everyone subconsciously stopped his movements and looked at him.

"Show me the sword in that man's hand." He pointed at Brando with his cane.

sword?

Everyone was stunned, and then they noticed the shape of Brando's sword. That is the elven sword. Elven swords are famous for their exquisiteness. They are generally circulated as works of art in the upper circles. Sebel couldn't help but slandered again, thinking that the cannibalistic guy had such sharp eyes that he saw both women and swords.

What makes him uncomfortable is that the identity and status of the other party are much higher than him. Even if he stated his intention, he could only obey it. He couldn't offend the forces behind the other party.

He beckoned, and several guards immediately understood, pulling out his sword and facing Brando.

Brando looked back at Freya, seeing the girl's face confused and a little lost. He knew it was almost there, but still had to stay calm at this time. He shrugged and surrendered the sword obediently.

This kid is quite acquainted. This move made Sebel wonder.

A guard trot along with his sword, offering his middle-aged man with both hands. The middle-aged man took the sword indifferently, turned over the blade, and read the text above:

"A’ssonston, donamiru—" (elves: swords are born of light, all enemies are trembling)

He raised his sword, and the elven sword was shining in his hands, and everyone around him could not help but take a breath. With magic swords, these nobles couldn't help but set their sights on Brando's party, and the thoughts of the three were assassins. After all, how can any militia carry magic weapons with them?

However, the middle-aged man looked at the 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 Burion's family is wealthy and knowledgeable. Can you tell me where this sword came from?"

The nobleman who glanced at the fat ball quickly rolled his body and said flatteringly, "I have seen some elven weapons, but if you want to say that you are well-informed, how can you compare to what you have seen in that circle? Heard. "

The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied, "Then look at the face of this sword and make them feel better tonight. Tomorrow I will personally interrogate these assassins, the two ladies, take good care of you. You better Tell your captain, Granson, this sentence intact, don't think that I don't know their puppets— "

His words got colder and colder, and finally the guard in front of him trembled. However, the others smiled meaningfully. The more obvious the adult's attitude was, the better it was for them.

But it's just two women and a sword. They care more about the latter than their immediate interests.

Freya's face was flushed with anger, and she couldn't help taking a deep breath. Gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, for a while Brando was really afraid that she would be impulsive regardless of the consequences, but fortunately, the current Valkyrie was more calm than when she first met him.

He looked up, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then looked at the glittering thorns in the other's hands. He frowned, who was that person? It seems that his status is very high, but unfortunately he cannot know every detail of what happened in history, but the other party's response was interesting.

However, he is not too nervous, and the good work is yet to come.

When they were detained by numerous guards, Brando clearly heard the middle-aged man asking:

"Well, let's get back to business. Mr. Sebel, when are you going to let me out of town?" The middle-aged man's voice was cold, filled with a touch of irony.

"Master, now is the time of crisis when Madara has arrived under the Vatican fortress. Butch flanks may be affected at some point. The wild is too dangerous, especially if you are a subordinate, and we have What reason puts you at risk? "

The middle-aged smiled and stopped talking.