Vol 2 Chapter 42

Act 42 New Members

"Sword, sword gas ..." Xunzi's face changed.

He couldn't help but take a closer look at Brando, suspecting that the young man was not the one he knew. Brando he knows is just a young man who just came out of the militia. Maybe swordsmanship is famous, but it will not become a master swordsman who has enlightened the elements for more than half a year, right?

Antitina grasped the door frame tightly and released it, and the sudden change almost exceeded the limit of her imagination. The girl bit her lip, but she never thought it was a Jinghua swordsman (golden level) who brought her father's news. So a young big swordsman, she couldn't help thinking that this young man was actually a Apocalypse born with the first power?

Battom embraced his hands, and he was calm. He could see everyone else ’s reactions, and could n’t help but smile. He was shocked when he first saw this knight's sword skill. people? Of course, he has a faint sense of superiority, because he knows that Brando's true strengths don't stop there.

As for the 'security cavalry' on the opposite side, they have been frightened for a long time, and they have guessed as much as possible about Brando's identity-they can exhaust their poor imagination, at best they can only think that the other party may be a noble, more The next step may be the descendants of a large family. Going up, they dare not think about it.

But who would have thought that such a young Jinghua swordsman would appear in front of himself?

Of course, perhaps Brando is not a big swordsman at all. But he didn't mind causing such illusions in front of these people, just like he expected. At this moment, this impression is deeply in the hearts of these people, enough to let them retreat.

Brando then withdrew the sword and replied, "Have you heard that, the lady said that her father didn't know anything about Viscount Tester."

"But ..." The leader finally recovered from the shock, tangled his face, and spoke subconsciously.

Brando quietly gestured to Bartom.

"But what, don't get out of here!" The red-bearded mercenary glanced at Brando and immediately turned back and commanded sharply.

Several people looked at each other, and the other party made it clear that they didn't want to reason with them-this attitude is familiar to them, but they usually disdain to reason with others. They wanted to do it directly, but standing opposite was a Jinghua swordsman--even if his bodyguard shot, even the young man could bring them all down within ten seconds.

The leader was almost suffocated, but he took a breath, stiffly, and replied, "I see, sir is determined to get involved in this matter. Then I hope sir can let us understand Who is going to fight Lord Viscount Tester? "

Brando glanced at this guy, thinking that it was a personal thing, and he tried to run him by words. If he is a real nobleman, he may still be fooled. Unfortunately, the ‘player’ has never had this attribute. But he was also vigilant, because if he refused to answer-it might cause these people to doubt his identity.

This leader is a little bit clever, and this kind of scheme on the table can be said to be a conspiracy. "Owl" Jon, Brando secretly remembered the name.

He thought for a moment, smiled in his heart, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and then folded it in half before throwing it away: "Give this thing to your Viscount Lord, as for my identity, you are not qualified to know."

A few people across the corner looked at each other and looked at the folded piece of paper on the ground.

It is unthinkable that these people only obediently picked up the paper and then withdrew from the original road. They just glanced at the sister-in-law deeply, and didn't even say an extra word. Of course, the original initiative was entirely in Brando's hands, and it was just a shame to speak again.

After seeing the last person disappearing in the corner of the corridor, Brando turned his head. The first thing he saw was a twinkling gaze, and he couldn't help but smile, asking intentionally or unintentionally: "What are you thinking, Lorne? Sir? "In fact, except for Bartom, only the sister-in-law knew his true identity.

Bartom can be trusted, but this cunning old fox is hard to say.

"No, nothing." Xunzi hurriedly denied.

The little old man's heart was bitter, but he didn't expect that the lead would lead to such a big storm. It had been known that Brando had really stabbed him with a sword, and he would not come to this muddy water. Offended that Tester need not say, the last glance of the other party undoubtedly shows that they have at least remembered him, and it is estimated that the life in Braggs will not be so good.

And this is second. He understands this, and he believes that the young people around him naturally understand it. As for whether Brando believes him or not-I'm afraid even the sister-in-law can't believe himself, but he happens to know Brando's true identity. Will he go to Viscount Tester to explain and reveal Brando's true identity? ? Don't worry, because he thought so before.

But he couldn't help but take a look at Brando, this young man would not give him this chance.

What would Brando do? If it was the Brando who used to say it was not good, but now this young man who is a Jinghua swordsman is obviously more determined than he was before he left Braggs, and the sister-in-law couldn't help the vest Fever, he can almost imagine his end.

The more he thought about it, the more he became scared, and finally he became a little shy.

"Bo, Brando, if you kill me, they will doubt your identity." The sister-in-law could not help but stutter.

"So is the disappearance." Brando smiled.

"Exactly, exactly." Xunzi replied bitterly.

"But you don't want us to believe you, Mr. Lorne, how likely do you think this is?" Brando asked.

"Yes ... so a little."

Brando glanced at this guy, a little disgusted, but still shook his head: "I won't kill you, bitch."

The sister-in-law 'Lorne' froze slightly, looking at Brando incredibly. There was a hint of light in his tiny eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about why this young man said such things to lie to him? It didn't seem necessary, but Brando didn't look so naive at the moment. He pondered for a long time and didn't show up.

Does this young man have a bad taste of playing with prey? He couldn't help feeling a little creepy when he thought about it that way.

But Brando replied, "Have you ever heard of such a thing, bitch."

"what?"

"You don't know? It's okay, you just need to understand that you only need to hand in one of these things, and we are one of them." Brando smiled and replied.

"You want to pull me into the water?" The sister-in-law took a breath, and the young man's smile became similar to the devil in his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, thinking that there was only this way. In short, he lied to the young man for a while. But how can we gain the trust of the other party?

Whistleblower? But he was not familiar with Viscount Tester at all.

Go to kill someone? Nobles would not care about such trivial matters.

The sister-in-law hesitated for a long time, but waited for Brando's fluttering words: "Sister-in-law, did you do anything wrong with Alek before you did this job?"

There seemed to be a thunder in Xunzi's heart, and his expression changed as soon as he couldn't help looking at Brando as if he had seen a ghost alive: "No ... no."

"That nobleman is called--"

"Don't say it!" The sister-in-law screamed, and his face was pale, sweating and gasping like a fish out of the water, raising one hand and shouting, "I see, Brando, don't tell me more. I understand what to do, hell, Brando, you must be a devil, I haven't offended you--! "

Brando smiled. The sister-in-law killed an aristocratic family in Anlek 30 years ago, changed his name and ran to Braggs. It was a famous task line in the "Amber Sword". This guy's future is not good, after all, he was hanged-but speaking of this matter is actually not the fault of Xunzi, that nobleman may not be a good thing in the story.

But at the moment, he was talking about it, just to force the sister-in-law to get on board. In Eruin, the sister-in-law committed almost nothing more than rebellion. He believed that even Viscount Tester could not shelter this guy in this matter. Only by relying on such a handle could he control the cunning Stupid guy.

However, he saw that Xunzi's mood was a bit unstable, so he calmed down and said, "Well, Xunzi, don't worry, I don't want to use this to intimidate you. I know the cause and effect of the whole thing, but the fault is not with you, but Inadvertently being a messenger of justice, just to protect yourself. As for you to follow me, I at least guarantee that Viscount Test will not trouble you-I hope you remember that this is a win-win deal, not one side to the other Obedience. "

Xunzi glanced at him suspiciously.

"You don't believe me? The paper I gave them said it all, bitch," Brando replied.

"What is that piece of paper?" Bartom couldn't help asking.

"A small habit, I think Tester will doubt his reasonable opponent based on that note." Brando smiled slightly. He didn't know if Viscount Tester was tainted with all things, but whether or not he had tainted, first pick out the contradiction between him and the 'herder'.

His origami and tossing to the ground came from a large swordsman named `` Streptopelia '', one of the core members of the `` Shepherd '', and the Duke of Golan-Elson The main political enemy. At the same time, he was also an admirer of Taist's fiancee in private. As a rival and part-time rival, Brando thought that it should be enough for our Viscount adult headache.

Perhaps Lord Viscount Tester will eventually clear the fog, but it doesn't matter, anyway, he has no loss. He is not a Templar of the Temple of Fire and cannot tell the truth without facing the enemy.

After hearing that, the sister-in-law couldn't help getting a little cyanotic, then raised her head and looked at Brando deeply, and couldn't help but answer, "I really doubt that you are a devil, Brando, you were not like this before . "

"This is also the situation." Brando shrugged, before turning his attention to Antitina while listening to them.

"What are your plans, Miss Antitina?" He asked.

The girl lowered her head, knowing that at this step, the choice was no longer in her own hands, and she could not help wondering whether her previous judgment was wrong. After all, this young man didn't seem to be as polite as she imagined. She thought about it and could only whisper reluctantly, "Don't you think about it for me, Mr. Brando?"

Brando smiled, and Antitina's cleverness should make many of the same aristocracy feel ashamed. I really don't know what kind of growth environment can make such a girl. But Antitina didn't mind, and he didn't need to be arrogant. He patted the scroll in his arms and replied, "Miss Antitina, in fact, I value your talent and ability. I hope you will hire you for me Effectiveness. I need your ability. In return, I am willing to support your continued research in magic technology. Of course, as my person, I will naturally guarantee that you will not be harassed by those guys before. "

Antitina coughed twice, then she looked up at Brando, a pair of bright eyes staring straight into Brando's eyes as if they were confirming whether the other was lying--

"You want me to make these machines for you? But my mentor has said that my talent in this area is not great."

"Indeed," Brando nodded. "But there are many artisans who make and design magic devices, but I can find only those who are accomplished in designing‘ that ’, but you are the only one.”

"That's just a semi-finished product." Antitina became serious, interrupting him. But then she realized her rudeness and couldn't help lowering her head and shrinking.

But Brando didn't mind, he asked: "Miss Antinina, you gave me a semi-finished design as a thank you, and that's affirming its value. So why not allow me to give this design The higher evaluation of the picture-there is an old saying in my hometown that it is difficult to start everything. This sentence is enough to evaluate the value of your design. "

The girl froze slightly, her eyes lit up: "It's difficult to start everything?" She looked up again and asked tentatively: "Well, Mr. Brando, you really want to help me go this way Go on? "

"Frankly, I don't have the fund now, or even my own foothold, but I think it will soon be." Brando answered frankly, "Is it, Mr. Lorne?"

"Exactly, exactly!" The **** who didn't know immediately hurriedly nodded.

Antitina thought about it and bit her lip. "That's good," she nodded, and there was a decided addition in her bright eyes: "I accept your offer, Mr. Brando. But I don't want to sit back and I will be you until you have enough strength. Only by seeing my own staff-I will rest assured, not to mention, I believe I have this ability-"

She stared straight at Brando's answer.

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