Vol 2 Chapter 71

Departure from Act 71

In the early morning of July, Chablis is a song written with the tweets of tits. When Chen Xibu and the whole mountain forest, the small town between the mountains becomes vibrant.

The scent of small mint leaves permeated the house set by the mountain people. Brando got up early-it seems that when he came to this world, the lifestyle of the swordsman overwhelmed the lifestyle of the game house. Sleeping late seems to have been a thing of the last century.

Brando looked through the stone window on the side of the room to see the ups and downs of Chablis, while using **** to press on the card, and then opened it with his thumb. A cyan smoke blended into the board. A small whirlwind blew in the narrow space, and the dimensional cracks opened and closed, and more than twenty sperm spiders were shot from the inside.

Brando immediately gave an order. These little things from the field of wind immediately became foggy and blurred in a creak, and soon turned into a stream of smoke flowing out of the room. Seeing this scene, the young man smiled and opened a mana potion.

"It seems to be a plot task." He frowned, thinking that the idea had kept him awake for two consecutive days.

Around a copy or a dungeon, the story will be triggered every time a variable time passes. These storylines are deduced by the system, so they don't look obtrusive on the surface. In fact, the real-time task system is also one of the selling points of the 'Amber Sword'.

It's just that in this world, it seems that these plots that happened in past games are truly reproduced.

Understand this. Brando thought back carefully and finally remembered one thing. That was something vaguely mentioned in a raider on the 'Balogan Ruins' about a few years ago, about the experience of the first team to enter this copy.

Seems vaguely familiar.

But he looked up, and his thoughts were interrupted. "Tuk Tuk Tuk." The knock on the door rang, it must not be Roman, because the young lady would not knock on the door at all, and she was not afraid that someone would say that she was not educated-she had never missed the word. Nor will it be Antitina, because the aristocracy is always so polite, she will not be so hasty.

In a blink of an eye, Brando had guessed that it might be Macaro outside.

"Come in."

The door opened, and behind them were two young men. One was the white-haired young man who was as feminine as a woman the afternoon before, and now looked at him with a stink face; the other Brando had not seen it, but it was probably about the same age as the former, with a short, lean hair The man seemed a bit thin, and he looked inside the room with a curious look.

"Mr .... Brando, we're leaving, are you?" The little young man looked at him with curiosity, suspicion, awe, and both. Obviously Brando gave the mercenary the battle yesterday afternoon. The new members of the regiment were impressed.

A young man in his twenties can draw a tie with the deputy head-most of them think so. In the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, Buga's strength is actually far above Macaroo, which is also a recognized fact.

In other words, the strength of this young man is unimaginable at their age.

He has also heard the legend of the Chosen One, but no one knows how strong the Chosen One is. He couldn't help but look at Brando, wondering if the other party was the legendary candidate. But Brando apparently didn't know what the young man was thinking, and if he knew, he would snicker.

In fact, in terms of his current strength, let alone the Chosen One, the Inspirationist is far behind.

"Okay, thank you." He nodded unknowingly to the young man: "We'll be right there."

But the white-haired young man snorted at the back immediately.

Brando couldn't help but glance at this guy. After yesterday's contact, he already knew what the noble son of this guy had traveled, and it's no wonder that he had such an unmanned temper. But why did you join this mercenary group? That is another story.

He wasn't interested to learn anyway.

But he didn't mind, but he didn't mind the other party. The white-haired young man was obviously more angry because he was ignored. He could not help but snorted again and said, "You listen, although I am not your opponent, I will always be Watch you, you don't want to play tricks— "

The young man next to him stunned, apparently did not expect his companion to say such a thing. He couldn't help but glance back, opened his mouth, but ended up saying nothing.

"Oh?" Brando cursed ‘idiot’ in his heart, then looked up and asked, “What ’s your name?”

"It has nothing to do with you." The white-haired youth snorted.

"Are the aristocrats so uneducated?" Brando asked back.

"You ..." The white-haired young man gritted his teeth and wanted to pull his sword, but thought of the gap between him and the other party, and couldn't help but stand back in despair.

"I heard that Eco escaped?"

"How do you know, you ...!"

Reddy frowned, and was about to question, but suddenly saw Brando smiled a little, and immediately realized his frustration, he could not help but snorted heavily: "You care too much , I will tell the head of this matter. "

Brando said with his heart, do you think everyone is as idiot as you? But he smiled on the face: "Just a few words, you know I had a relationship with Mr. Aike two days ago."

"The ghost knows it," thought Reddy, but although he gritted his teeth furiously, he still kept a cold look on his face.

"I heard that you and the silver sword Saint Gurekes are somewhere out there?" But Brando changed the subject.

"with you……"

The white-haired young man suddenly remembered Brando's ridicule before, swallowing the words into his stomach, and finally turned into a hum. However, he also found that he did not seem to be able to take advantage of Brando verbally. He simply dragged his colleagues and turned away, leaving Brando alone here-I thought this guy was alone It's not that we can't find the way, not to mention that it's better not to find it.

Brando couldn't help but be funny, Gurekes had an admirer. At that time, he was learning the sword technique called `` Boundary of Heaven '' under Gurekes. It's a pity that Gulei Keis possessed three intermediate swordsmanships: the sword of heaven, the sword of thunder and his own created sword of boundary, but Brando himself was a high-level swordsmanship task and he did not get it Instead, he was stunned by the old guy's temperament.

This guy must be unaware that Gulei Keis's gambling is so good, and the gambling is very poor. He always loses his gambling, and often does not recognize his account.

However, the sword art of the "bounds of heaven", thinking of this, he could not help but smile. With an experience, this time it is easy to handle, but unfortunately Gurekes should still be traveling in Cruz at this moment, otherwise he can come to the door now.

...

Buga and Makaro glanced at each other, looking at each other. But in the end, the head of the mercenary group called "Maned Wolf" couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Brando, are these?" He pointed to the twelve servants wearing foreign costumes around Brando. Bing, Martha is on, the entire 'Chablis' Lanterngrass' hotel is under their close surveillance, and the news from the various dark whistle has only been regular guests staying since three days ago until today?

But these guys with a string of flying axe, javelin, big round shield, horned helmet, and sharp blade do n’t look like ‘general guests’? Where did they come from?

Brando apparently didn't understand Macaro's inner struggle at the moment. He shrugged and smiled: "They are my people. I remember mentioning them to you once. They are the mercenaries I invited. Uh ... from Farther away, you know, as a businessman, he always travels from place to place. These mercenaries are from a minority ethnic group to the east of the kingdom, so do n’t mind their dress. ”He smiled and said Seems like it really is.

But Antitina and Roman both looked at him.

Miss Merchant thought with a simple heart that ordinary people could n’t understand: It turned out that Brando had links with the ethnic minorities to the east of the kingdom. However, Antitina was not as simple as this young lady. She had long suspected where Brando's men came from. Although she knew that Brando had a mercenary team, that team At this time it should be located in the territory of Antik, and it should not be a minority.

And Charles, too. Although Brando told them that Charles had returned to Karasu in advance, she always felt that there was something wrong.

However, this suspicion can only be buried in the heart, and cannot be used to question the lords he follows.

As a staffer of Brando, he still has doubts, let alone Makaro and Buga. Unfortunately, these two great men in history can be regarded as well-informed characters, but this will be a little scratchy. Because of the escape of Aiko, the dark whistles they arranged were at least close to the level of silver, but were still sneaked in by these mercenary gods who seemed to have only the “black iron strength”.

Macaroo could not help frowning, and suddenly made a triple jump in his evaluation of Brando, which became somewhat mysterious.

"So, Captain Macaroo, can we set off?" Brando asked.

"Of course." 'Maned Wolf' Macaroo nodded a little bit hard. My heart was determined that Brando would be put in the center of the team for a while, and watched carefully so as not to cause anything. He was full of confidence, but at the moment, he was a little lacking in confidence. A young man with excellent swordsmanship, close to silver strength, and twelve mercenaries with silver strength or more, he felt a headache when he thought about it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at Buga again, some complaining: "Old man, this is the result of your investigation?" He could not help but ask.

Buga shrugged.

Macaro entrusted him to investigate the mercenaries mentioned in Brando's mouth, but there were no clues for two days. Unexpectedly, these twelve living people suddenly appeared today. Although it seems to have only 'black iron strength', even he himself does not believe this statement. He looked at those weird costumed mercenaries and determined in what way the opponent must have covered up the strength.

What is this, big change? The future Da Jianhao couldn't help rolling his eyes.