Chapter 41

Act 41

"Brando, Roman might be telling the truth," Freya reminded aside.

Brando certainly knew that what Roman was saying might be true, and she felt keenly that he had already seen it. However, he said to me that I was just kidding and relaxing the atmosphere. If your Highness Valkyrie in the future is always so serious, you will grow old quickly.

He couldn't help but look back at Roman, and the merchant lady looked back at him, to be honest, her curious gaze was sometimes really embarrassing--especially someone with a ghost in her heart.

However, Brando likes this girl in his heart, and naturally looks different in his eyes, but feels strangely cute.

He thought for a moment and then replied, "Let's stop here for a while."

"Stop for a while?" Freya asked. "Komadala's army is behind us. We will arrive one step late at most two or three hours. We are running out of time, Brando."

But Brando took the seal from his pocket and shook it in front of them, and replied, "It's midnight, martial law will be in the city, and this alone can't really tell us anything. If we were treated as a spy on Madara Then you know it's all over. "

"So, what do you do?" Freya thought her efforts should be useful, at least.

Brando glanced at her. In fact, he knew very well that he was talking about ghosts. If Ridenburg did not find Madara's invasion? That may not be true! How could the aristocrats neglect their own safety, they just preferred to shrink back in the city and stand by for help.

He remembers that in the year of the cave beast in history (342 years), the blood stick swept east of Karasu, and the dead army passed by. The owner of Yinma City ordered the city gates to be closed and turned a blind eye to the eastern reclamation area for help, which led to a large number of poor farmers migrating westward. As a result, the area is still deserted and uninhabited.

But even so, these lords were not accused afterwards, or the royal family was powerless to point at the lord before the reign of Oberu VII. This happened in the northern province of Karasu in the Golan-Elsen region. Roman and Freya didn't understand it, but Brando knew it very well.

He couldn't say that his plan was to help Roman rescue her aunt—of course, if he had the chance, he would save as many people as possible; but as far as reporting to the garrison in Rittenberg, he had no hope at all. Brando never considered himself a savior.

It is better to expect those aristocrats to understand humans than to sow trees. In the old era of Eruin, players in the game clashed with the arrogant nobles more than once, and even in the December coup, there were players directly involved.

Brando's impression of these guys has never been better.

He thought for a moment, however, and Freya might not agree with him. He couldn't help but glance at each other again. The country girl in Ridenburg, holding a sword and staring at the lights below, said that he still believed in the country, which was not bad, but he worried that she would act impulsively at critical moments .

But he told the truth, Freya wouldn't necessarily believe him, it would only create differences between the two. Brando didn't want to argue. He thought about it, and suddenly there was a case. Of course, the necessary preparations must be made.

He pretended to think for a moment, and replied: "I thought for a moment, and it seems that we have no choice. After all, we are the people of Eruin, and we cannot completely avoid the risks."

"But," he paused. "We still have to be fully prepared."

Brando ’s words of righteousness made Roman and Freya only agree. Even the attitude of the British-looking ponytail girl will inevitably soften a bit. Looking at Brando softly, he suddenly felt this. The guy is not so shameless.

But only genius knew that Brando was relieved after speaking, and he was surprised to find that he seemed to find a balance between Brando and his past. He has never been a ruler, but in recent days it seems like he has a big hand behind him to push his machine forward, making him a little breathless.

But with the gradual growth of his strength and the baptism of the soul in the dream of the golden devil tree, the past feeling finally returned to him. It made him feel that it was easy to deal with the problem again.

Even the way of thinking has added some cleverness that belongs only to Brando.

This feels good.

He took out the ebony gargoyle statue, and there was still a small crack in the statue.

He turned back and said, "You must also be prepared, Freya, you turn the ring, the flame agate in the middle is too conspicuous. Little Roman, you must put the short sword close to you, those lazy guards I'll search too carefully. "

"Do I have to turn my ring?"

"No, no one looks at your broken ring."

"Brando, those people are guards in the city! How do you think you don't have a lot of trust in them?" Freya couldn't help asking.

"It's not that you don't trust me, but you never trust me. You will know by then. Anyway, do what I say first."

Freya hasn't been in town, but she feels more or less trivial. But Brando was the authority after all, and she could only choose to believe it.

Brando said, taking out the bits and pieces of his body. It was mainly the small objects found from the nobleman's remains that had not yet been identified. He found that the pipe was an ordinary sundries, so he threw it away. And the dark gray stone was not even known to him-this is not surprising, there are tens of thousands of production materials, and it is normal for Brando to not recognize one of the minerals.

The last glass bead was somewhat interesting, and Brando found that it was a container after the soul crystal was consumed. In simple terms, it is a storage item. The spell inside should be a ten-foot silencer-this spell is a very appropriate spell to use to bypass some monsters' lairs when adventure in the wild.

However, Brando was embarrassed that, as a fighter, he did not have the ability to start storing items. He hesitated a moment before putting all these things together with the cards, so as not to be touched by the greedy gate guards.

He looked up at the sky, it was still early.

The three men came down from the east of Fendek, and along the way, there were little buildings. It is mainly solitary houses and hiring farms immersed in the night in the wilderness. The farmland is distributed on the banks of the Song River, connected one by one, and there are several hostels in the wild. This type of hotel is only for adventurers passing by and those People from improper business will patronize.

Of course, in addition to the players, most adventurers themselves are not very clean. Not to mention players, most NPCs confuse them with grave robbers.

They walked in the field for about an hour, and the towering walls of Rittenberg seemed to suddenly appear in the night ahead. A brazier is supported on the suspension bridge under the tower, and the fire light shines to the tens of meters. Brando made Freya and Roman slow down, and then slowly emerged from the darkness on the edge of the fire.

The guards on the tower were talking to each other, and there was still a murmur. Brando was surprisingly keen on these voices, and he frowned, guessing that there were about seven to eight people on the tower.

As soon as the three of them appeared, the voice of the conversation stopped.

"Who are you?" Vigilance lasted for a short while, then a soldier with a pointed helmet came up from the tower and rushed down to ask. Roman raised his head and narrowed his eyes to see the black pine mark on the pointed helmet.

Brando said that the Black Pine sign indicates local forces. That white-maned soldier should be the logo of a bunch of wolf feathers, and surely Brando knew everything, she thought.

"One man, two women. We came from the forest, sir, we saw something weird. My wife and I were frightened and wanted to avoid the city!" Brando raised his hand and dashed high Shouted.

Freya listened shyly and irritably at the back, what a man and a woman, died vulgarly! When she heard Brando say that they were his wife, she couldn't help but quietly struck Brando's back with a scabbard. This abominable guy must be intentional.

she thinks.

Romain doesn't matter. I guess she thinks it's good to be Brando's wife, anyway, Brando will protect her, right?

Brando had a hard time saying that he could only let the guard relax his guard by saying so. As for the following rhetoric, he, Freya and Roman are all different. They cannot be said to be brothers and sisters, and others are not fools.

"Do you have any weapons?" Asked again from the tower.

When Freya heard it, she nervously held her sword. But Brando was not panic, raised his voice and replied: "How dare you walk in the forest without weapons at the moment, besides that I am a former militia, master."

The top of the tower calmed down, leaving only a long snoring sound.

After a while, a basket was put down, and the guard shouted, "You remove your weapons and put them in the basket. Then we will pick you up one by one."

Brando nodded to Freya and told them to follow suit. Although his thorn of light is more delicate, no one can see that it is a magic sword as long as it does not inspire the spell. After all, the elven sword is still spread in the human world. After the weapons were handed over, a hanging basket was sent up and let them go up one by one. Brando was afraid that Roman and Freya would suffer, so he took the initiative to go up first. The second Freya had Romain go up first, and then she was pulled up last.

However, as soon as she was sitting in the basket and dragged up to the tower, she saw Brando and Roman are in the state of long swords, and the two guards were pulling out the long swords around their waist and came to their side.

"What's this?" Freya frowned, and asked in surprise. She subconsciously turned her attention to Brando, but did not expect the other party to turn her eyes to answer her question.

At this moment, the ponytail girl was a little panicked. She always regarded Brando as the backbone of the team, but now it seemed that the only decision was in her hands. What will she do? Should you let these people hold on? Are these people doing business as usual?

Brando, answer me quickly, what are you thinking, **** it!

"Catch them all, these people are Madara's scouts!" But at this time, Freya suddenly heard someone command in the corner. She was shocked, and turned back to ask, "You know that Madara's army has invaded?"

Brando's face was terrible, although Freya had grown up. But after all, she was a little girl who had never seen the world before, and a few words messed up. She may think that this sentence is not a problem. I do n’t know that the defender of Rittenburg is most afraid of encountering the direction of Butch. People.

These people have to press the city down and wait until the future settlement to shirk responsibility. Brando was very clear. They thought that relying on the thick wall of the Ridenburg, they could certainly rest easy, knowing that the war was moving in an unexpected direction.

"Wait a minute, we are not scouts!" Freya couldn't help but distinguish, "We are the Butch militia, we have the token of the Butch guard!"

But the voice didn't bother her at all, and yelled, "Get down her, what are you still hesitating about?" The speaker walked out of the dark, wearing a set of dark chain armor, feathers on the pointed helmet He is the captain of this team.

However, this wretched middle-aged man is looking at Freya with a fascinating look, thinking that this time he did not expect to find a good one. He certainly believed that Freya was telling the truth. The armband of the militia was still worn on her.

But the backcountry of Butch did not expect to have such a wonderful woman.

He touched his chin.