The Amber Sword

Scene forty-five night

As soon as Brando and his uncle descended from the gargoyle, they saw Roman and pale Freya in the alley, especially the latter staring at him with a hateful look. However, he felt a little funny. The grand girl Valkyrie would be afraid of heights. When she thought of her eccentric appearance in the sky, she was similar to the girls in the previous team.

"Well, let me talk about the situation now." Brando was afraid that Freya would settle the bill with himself after the fall, and said it first after landing.

Freya saw his trick and snorted softly. Don't overdo it, she's too lazy to care about him.

"We have already sent the message. It is a matter of nobility to accept or not; next we will find Roman's aunt and escape from Ridenberg before Madara launches an attack, but that is not an easy task." Bu Lando waved his hand to let the gargoyle fly to the eaves, stand still and monitor all around-he has been experimenting with the amulet spell since this day and night, and finally let him find out a usable one.

However, the attack spell is still lacking.

"Freya and Roman are registered militiamen, so the relatives in Rittenberg will definitely keep a record. If we contact Roman's distant relative, we may risk being found, especially if we do n’t know if the other party Reliable situations. "

"Isn't Aunt Jenny so dangerous?" Freya asked again.

Brando glanced at Roman, who said nothing and was playing with his corners.

"In general, the other party also has a reaction time, but if we swarm, the possibility of failure is very high. In order to save time, we have to divide the three paths and repeatedly confirm what each person should do."

He took a breath and unconsciously took out the style of being the head of the game. But in reality dominating the fate of others, Brando inevitably has a slight nervousness.

His eyes paused on the three faces, acknowledging:

"Freya goes to Roman's relatives."

"Me?" Freya pointed at herself in surprise.

"Yep."

"But I only know that he lives in the Bonoan market, and I don't even know the specific number. And I don't even know where the Bonoan market is?" The ponytail girl was distressed.

"You can ask, Bonoan Market is nearby. Outside this alley, there is a bar called 'Red Copper Dragon Story Club'. You can go there to inquire." Brando suddenly smiled: "But Be careful, the mercenaries in the bar will not be too clean, so don't get oiled. "

Freya's face flushed, and she gave him a vicious look: "No ... shameless!"

Shire chuckled and thought he was quite interesting. Nobles rarely go to such vulgar places as bars, but it seems that Brando knows the kingdom up and down. Wizards always like to be with smart people-especially those with a wide range of knowledge, and this young man is no exception.

"After finding the wool textile merchant named Hood, you do n’t have to identify yourself first. Give him a time and ask him to meet us in the bar. You have to pay attention to his reaction to know that this person is not reliable. Don't worry about the traces of the army, they will not fight against each other until we understand our relationship. They also hope to have a chance to wipe us out. "

Freya thought for a moment, as if confirming that she could do it, then nodded.

"What about me, Brando?" Roman asked, blinking.

"Roman, please help us to contact the carriage and wait for us at the North Gate. There are only two hostels in Rittenberg, so it may be monitored. If you find that one of them is different, change it. If you have any problems, you are alone. Go to the North Gate. In any case, we will leave the city as soon as the city gate opens. If we are lucky, we may be able to leave the city before the blockade order is issued. "

The merchant lady nodded lightly.

Brando then took the money from that noble's relics and gave them to them in two parts: "Each of your actions may involve the use of money. This is thirty silver coins, and one and a half is more than enough. If possible, Roman, you buy a little bit more food. "

The merchant lady nodded seriously.

"What about you, Brando?" Freya asked.

"It's too stressful for you to act alone, and the Whitebeard's Legion may be involved at any time. Shire and I will visit a few" old friends "to attract the attention of the guards in Ridenburg." Brando was not panic Answered.

Only genius knows how determined Brando made this sentence. His creed has always been risk-controllable, like passing through Xavier's Hill Road-that's because he can be assured of Roman and himself-he never considers himself a born savior or hero.

‘A well-thought-out plan still has the potential to fail, let alone the odds of success. ‘This sentence was given to him by the old head of Brando ’s game, and he was also taken as his motto.

But this time he didn't even know how much risk there was, but he promised Roman in his old house in Butch. As a man, sometimes he needed some wayward persistence. Brando also felt at this moment an impetus that allowed his blood to boil to calm him down to accomplish such a thing and fulfill his promise.

"You're crazy, Brando!" Freya heard what he said and stared at him with wide eyes: "You, you will be hanged, what do you want us to do?"

Suddenly she felt a little ambiguous, and flushed, explaining: "I mean, I don't want to be a robber with you ..."

Brando suddenly felt that the misbehaving girl was a bit cute: "It's okay," he said, "I'll invite you to join the party if you have a chance." He thought the opportunity must be there, but just how confident he was to convince This future Valkyrie is nothing more.

"No chance," Freya said resentfully: "Let's go with Romain, I worry about her."

"No need, I believe little Roman."

The merchant lady raised her eyebrows, secretly happy.

Freya gritted her teeth, thinking that this guy knew he was worried about him, but wanted to force her to say it. What's more annoying is that he will certainly not listen to it.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you," she lowered her head, and plucked the horsetail behind her with her hand. "You, be careful yourself."

The merchant lady gave him a little gesture of "all ok" on the side, and she shook it-this is what she learned from Brando in the past two days: "I am waiting for you at the North Gate , Brando! The carriage of the future big businessman will only start when Brando gets on the bus— "

Brando listened to his heart and smiled.

About ten minutes later, in the barracks of the Whitebeard Legion--

"You said you didn't hear any voice?"

Luc Besson picked up a piece of broken wood and pointed at the cross section and asked, "In terms of the degree of smashing, at least the level of the first level of strength. A man with a black iron swordsman level broke the door of our Whitebeard Legion, then You tell me you didn't hear? "

Known as 'Tiger', Luke Besson is 45 years old. He has dark skin and a sharp forehead like a knife. Half of the ridged cheekbones are from mountain people. The cheeks are flat, thin, and sunken. With a hint of wildness. Luc Besson has been promoted to the head of the 104th Swordsman of the White Maned Regiment for ten years. If he wants to further improve, he must rely on his reputation and qualifications in the army.

Crux Besson is politically biased towards the Evertonists, the so-called Baath Party, and it is true that the Whitebeard Legion has already completed the privatization of Count Pula, and he is now an unpopular force in this army. Column. However, this does not prevent him from showing his majesty before his minions. ‘Tiger’ Luc Besson is not the aristocratic little white face coming up the back door.

The words of the general immediately made several of the junior junior officers present here look at each other, especially the person in charge on duty that evening. White-breasted infantrymen wearing pointed military helmets and pointed helmets came in and out of the room. Compared with the security forces, the biggest difference between these soldiers' uniforms was a bunch of white wolf feathers hanging from the epaulets.

This unique ornament is to commemorate the glorious glory of this legion in the ‘Battle of Jatins’. It is also the name of the Whitebeard Legion.

"If the other party is a Highland knight, his apprenticeship is not impossible." Someone said.

"For the Whitebeard's Legion, the focus is not on what your opponents did. It's on what you did, a ten-minute response time. Are you a militia?"

Luc Besson's reprimand made others suddenly silent.

At this time, an officer took his report to enter the door, and the visitor held a stack of parchment papers in his hand and reported: "Head, we have checked the information of the Butch militia. It is indeed named Fu Leia and Roman are on the books, but the young man named Brando doesn't seem to be a Butch native. "

Unexpectedly, Luc Besson nodded to the table with his finger: "Then?"

He approached and said something beside his ears, and Luke Besson nodded. He asked again, "What is the attitude of Her Majesty's Secret Envoy?"

"Mr. Earl didn't say it explicitly, but it seemed to imply that we should be executed on the spot," the officer replied.

For a moment, Luc Besson, the mighty emissary and a civilian could not pass? He rubbed his chin, trying to understand the implications, but before that, the whole room was buzzing--

"Really, but isn't that old guy going to pass with a civilian?"

"I think he seems to be interested in those two women, this old man."

"A jester, I saw him there admiring the elf sword."

"I haven't seen a hunk in the market." Someone sneered dismissively.

Luc Besson immediately patted the table to stop these messy officers, he was about to rebuke, but then another person pushed in, and was the outside commander.

"Head, the local house is on fire."

"It's a good fight," Luc Besson couldn't help cursing, and immediately stood up and ordered: "Give you ten minutes, and let the second and third squadrons gather as fast as possible!"

Rows of officers stood up.

He pointed to the other side: "You two, go and monitor the intended target for me. Ma Guilin, your mission is the hostel, you know what to do, don't make a fool."

The three named, bowed their heads, and did not dare to hesitate, immediately turned and went out.

"Head, Lord Sebel?"

"Don't need to remind me. The guys must be rushing to our king's secret messenger, but they have to rely on one party, don't they?"

The words of the head of the Lord made a low laugh inside the room.