The Amber Sword

Act 30Brando's plan

"In short, I won't agree ..." But before Freya could finish speaking, she saw Romain's pitiful look, and had to swallow the second half of the sentence, leaving behind: "I, I'm too lazy to bother you— "

Brando had known that Freya had a hard-hearted temperament, so she had dumped her bag on the table and jingled out a few silver coins, about four or five hundred Tor.

He froze for a moment, not expecting that he had only such a little money. He had originally received a handful of subordinate gemstones in Alberton's loot, and had sold them for a good price in Ankerze, tens of thousands of Thor. He divided the money into three and gave it to Roman and Freya for safekeeping. Then he remembered that his money was acquired in Ankeze for three magic materials, evening primrose, fluorescent moss and black mage. used up--

These three magic materials combined with gold acorns can be used to produce a high-level magic potion that will stimulate the will attribute in a short time, known as the wizard's violent potion-this thing is a luxury that is hard to find in the game. Should be sought after.

However, this thing is like the painting of the elven princess 'Dark Glory' worth millions of Thor in his hand, which is an investment that will not see results in the short term. Especially for that painting, he found that he couldn't get rid of it for a while. Now he a little regrets that he gave it to Shire to do it. He knew that he would take one or two gold and silver utensils at that time.

Such treasures with obvious characteristics are not easy to sell on the black market unless he can find a more personal channel. But Brando wanted to scold his mother a little bit. When he was a player, he didn't have so many concerns. Players didn't need to consider how npc was feeling-

He lined up the money on the table and sighed, "It seems that I only have such a little money, but Freya should have some there."

"Why are you and yours getting on my head again?" Freya almost didn't return, she stared at Brando fiercely, but still took out the money bag: "Well, anyway, our travel expenses It's all in there, you, you take care of yourself ... "

Freya threw about four thousand Thors in the pocket on the table, and Brando took a moment to look at her, surprised.

It has been almost a month since he left the Dragus area, and since then, he, Roman, Bartom, Alchemist Tama and his son, all six of them have eaten and lived in Ankerze. Leia was in charge alone, six people plus four horses, and money for hiring a carriage. Brando took it for granted that the travel expenses he had given to Freya should not be much left, but did not expect that this was the case. many!

Unexpectedly Freya would be a housekeeper, he couldn't help thinking.

"You, what are you looking at?" Taking notice of Brando's eyes, Freya was dumbfounded and couldn't help lowering her head to examine herself. Did she wear the wrong clothes?

"Nothing, just think Freya is really virtuous. I don't know who is so lucky to marry such a girl in the future?" Brando looked at her and replied.

"Freya is Roman." Roman smiled aside.

The girl with the long ponytail burned red as soon as the sunset glowed, and couldn't stop banging in her heart: "What a blessing ... you, what are you talking about, such boring words."

Immediately, she glanced at Romain fiercely again: "And you, Romain, shut me up—"

Unfortunately, Miss Merchant had long ignored the attack, and she took out a purse with a smile and was as dry as Brando. She shook the empty bag and replied, "Roman has no money."

"Abominable, what about your money!" Freya asked, immediately stunned. Brando had evenly divided the money into three at first, but it is reasonable to say that this young lady is the last person who should use the money?

"It's a puppet that needs money, Freya, and I also bought a warehouse and stocked some wine." Roman answered with a straight head.

"You bought a warehouse?" Freya froze, when?

"When Freya isn't paying attention."

"You need to say something like this."

Roman thought for a moment, and shook his index finger mysteriously: "The little secret of the merchant--"

"Secret your head!" Freya was agitated for a moment, but she also knew that Roman was like this, and the conversation was unsustainable.

"Little Roman, you store alcohol, not food?" Brando asked.

"Well, Brando, mainly gin and Yusong." The merchant lady nodded.

Brando looked carefully at the clean face in front of him—Roman stared at him with bright eyes as well—the girl's eyes seemed to be full of curiosity.

"Did you expect the war to end in July?" The young man couldn't help asking.

"Slightly later, Roman did not expect the situation to turn so sharply, but Madara's army stopped at Dragus. I think they will find another prey? Doesn't Brando often say The timing of the war is on the front line, and the commander of the undead should know this too-- "

"However, the nobles will need a celebration after the war, aren't everyone talking about it?" Miss Merchant replied with her finger.

"How do you know this, Roman?" Freya looked at her in disbelief.

"The merchant's little secret." Miss Merchant's tail went up into the sky again.

"You're learning fast." Brando couldn't help but stretched out his hand and flicked the little Romain's forehead that was so smug. He let the latter hold his forehead and retracted with a pair of small eyebrows. Complaining vigorously: "No, don't play, Brando!"

But Brando thought it might have nothing to do with learning, but rather a keen instinct. In any case, it's not unusual for a talented girl like Little Roman.

He looked at the three cash bags on the table for less than 5,000 Torr and thought about it, and found that when he arrived in Braggs, he wanted to maintain his current identity, and realized that there were many places where he planned to spend money step by step. Not to mention building a territory in the future, it is even more expensive. As the saying goes, the emperor is not bad for hungry soldiers, and Reto has a large group of people counting on him to raise him—Brando rubbed his forehead and found that his schedule was calculated. Missing a very important step, it seems that to make money must first be on the schedule.

However, he does not count on high-level magic potions, princesses of 'Dark Glowing', and the endless ice earrings. The buyers of these things are in the backcountry, such as the southern Golan-Elsen, if they are not sensitive, or if they are not Encountered but not desired.

Except in Kurk, the capital of the Golan-Elsen, Ampersel in the free port in the north, Baifan City, or Mentros, the capital of the kingdom, there are a lot of hoarders everywhere, in the underground black market No matter what you sell it won't get too much attention.

Brando thinks about it. The only way he makes money at present is about alchemy, besides being a **** stick. Of course, the former is not easy to say, but the risk of binding the torture column is certain. Therefore, alchemy is more secure, not to mention he has Tama as an assistant, which is even more secure.

Anyway, those nobles are all conspirators. They must use tree crystals, cemetery dust (Alberton's trophy), and refined poisons. They must love the extra primrose, black mage, and fluorescent moss. , Presumably will be sought after by those intermediate wizards.

With that in mind, he asked, "Roman, how much do you want? Is 100,000 Thor enough?"

"One hundred thousand?" Freya was taken aback. "Brando, how can we have so much money?"

"I heard that there is a lot of money in Count Nagin's treasure house ..." Brando snapped his chin and replied.

"You, you ..." The ponytail girl's face turned white at once, and judging from Brando's performance in Ridenburg, she was really afraid that he would really do that.

However, Miss Merchant was not worried at all, and replied heartlessly: "It's better to be a little bit more, and Romance's conservative estimate will double it-"

"Roman, don't make trouble on the side. Anyway, persuade Brando, he intends, intends ..." Freya carefully looked at the left and right, and never intended to come out-she was afraid that she would be heard by others immediately The local gents were reported. I am afraid that the three of them could not even go out of this hotel.

"Freya, Brando is a trustworthy puppet," Roman replied.

"Trust you!"

Freya wasn't nearly furious, but she thought about it and decided not to let Brando rob the aristocratic treasure house. The last time I escaped from Riedenburg was only a last resort, and this time it was impossible.

The girl managed to convince herself in her heart that she was just out of righteousness, not worried that Brando would be on the gallows.

Thinking about this, she calmed down and sat down, staring at Brando fiercely.

"Speaking of which, what did Brando want to do to bring everyone to this village early in the morning?" She calmed down and suddenly realized another problem.

The human village on this avenue seems to be just a settlement, but twenty-three households have a hotel-according to Brando, an unknown village where no point can be seen on the map.

But they stayed here for half a morning.

She couldn't help but look at Brando.

What Freya didn't expect was that Brando was waiting impatiently. It's been almost half an hour since he sent Bartom out, but he hasn't returned yet. Is he wrong?

But he looked outside through the hotel's wooden windows-it seemed that this place was right, Brando didn't think his memory had faded to such an extent that he couldn't even remember it. He saw the old beech tree beside the carriage on the avenue, and later he was convinced that he had not come to the wrong place.

Is it too early that person hasn't moved here yet, but didn't the forum say he was there at the beginning of the game?

He could not help frowning.

Then he finally saw a striking red appear at the corner of the street. It was Bartom's red beard.

Brando raised an eyebrow.