Vol 2 Chapter 137

Act 137 Gift

A squad of noble cavalry naturally had no right to take them to see the local lord, a baron of Eruin.

Although Brando claimed to be 'Viscount Stingon'-a nobleman who had traveled here since the north, the stamp procedures for which the sister-in-law had forged were also readily available, even more exquisite and authentic than what the Royal House of Lords issued. But the aristocracy has the aristocratic shelf, and a momentary wait is necessary for both parties.

The streets of fir town are spread out like a net, and the south is often made of ochre-colored clay tiles, so overlooking it is a vermilion roof-the baron's castle is at the center of all the streets. The towering steeple of this turquoise castle can be seen from an inn called “Fist of Bravery” in the city center. Since the Anson era, humans have often built such castles.

In the wild, humans rely on castles and fortresses to defend against the attacks of beasts, monsters, and barbarians.

After Brando and his party had eaten in the hotel, the official invitation of Baron Gruddin was also sent. Under the guidance of a group of aristocratic personal soldiers, they entered the castle-but there was no good feast. As soon as they entered the castle gate, the first thing they saw was the two rows wearing heavy armor and holding the halberd neatly. , Expressionless elite guards.

Brando glanced left and right, thinking of a big pomp, seeing that the other party intended to give them a kick. But it is ridiculous that this pedestrian has even seen the Silver Elf's ancient guards. What is this?

The young man walked over blindly. A big man with a scar on his face flashed immediately. As soon as he appeared, he reached out and grabbed Brando's shoulder, as if to keep the other side. It's a pity that he could put his hand up in the future. His wrist was tight—the girl with long red hair behind Brando had grabbed his wrist, and the amber in his eyes stared at him as if he had locked a prey. She was cold Coldly said:

"Step aside."

Akane pulled the hand and had thrown the instructor out like a sandbag. Everyone heard a muffled sound accompanied by a low mourning.

"Stop him--!"

The look of the two rows of heavy armor guards changed, and they immediately stopped with a shoulder. They want to stop the young man who hasn't stopped, but he has a beautiful wish, but his reality is so cruel. Brando moved forward, and these people were knocked out as soon as they hit him.

As if they did not meet a young man who looked gentle and noble, but a dragon.

70 strength, silver superior strength, if in the Anson era, Brando is a member of the Kingdom Youth Knights. In just one step, you can enter the core of power in the upper circles. But since born in troubled times, this road is different.

But it must go forward.

Brando moved forward. There was a ping-pong noise in the courtyard, and the guards wearing heavy armor fell backwards and fell into a piece. But the young man did not look at the wailing guy lying on the ground and walked to the second door of the castle.

The door was closed, and perhaps the man who was about to open it was lying on the ground and moaning. But it doesn't matter, since no one opened the door for him, Brando thought or wanted to open the door directly-he remembered that he had entered the Chamber of the Guild before.

"Bang" an empty loud noise, and the empty hall was presented to Brando.

...

"Ouch, it's rude!"

Behind an arched window above the castle, a middle-aged man in a robe opened the corner of the curtain and looked at the scene with interest—albeit sighing, but the blue-gray eyes glowed coldly. He holds a goblet in his hand, a touch of bright red crystal clear in the cup is like blood, and the middle-aged person shakes his wrist, allowing the edge of the liquid to fluctuate and change constantly, coinciding with another previous edge.

If Brando could naturally recognize the man's unique hawk nose here, it would seem that the bloodline unique to the Denel family could give birth to such a vulgar face. Middle-aged people's eyes are deeply sunken. The skin is like the pale and sickly color common to all nobles. The eyes lack vitality, but the beard is full of vitality.

"At least the lower level of silver, about twenty years old." Baron Gruddin touched his horns slightly with curly edges, and asked, "How?"

A cheerful man behind him shook his head: "He didn't do his best, and the little red-haired girl was not easy. But it's about five or five, but it's better not to do it."

"Of course," Baron Gruddin reached out and touched the glass window with a glass, and slammed like a toast: "Knowing my name is so daunting, so I must have some. But the necessary lesson is still Yes, well water does not violate river water. "

He lowered the curtains and turned back: "What happened to what I asked you to do?"

The man bowed slightly: "People have been sent out in the morning, and no accident, they will be back in the evening."

"That's the best." Baron Gruddin threw the glass cup away, and the cup fell to a dead woman by the bed. The blushing red liquid splashed out, then infiltrated into the carpet's fibers, and the already dark red carpet became more and more reddish—

"This thing was requested by my father, and it must be done perfectly."

What he thought about was when the old immortal decided the heir to the territory, but what disappointed him seemed to be that the older the Count, the more sensible he became. Otherwise he would have poisoned all his brothers.

That idiot.

He thought.

...

A lamp decorated with dark red crystals hangs in the center of the hall, delicate and almost luxurious. The crystal has rune elements-so it is naturally a magic item; the decorative style of the dome comes from the religious tide of the vintage Anson era, from top to bottom They are celestial stars, myths and legends, and saints' scrolls. The lowest layer is one hundred and eighty cylinders, which symbolize one hundred and eighty constellations.

When Brando saw Baron Gruddin himself, the two sat down on a long square table in the middle of the hall; Baron Gruddin was under the dagger, and Brando was under the only constellation Witch Throne in the south.

Many people participated in the banquet, except for the Knights of Baron Grudin, most of whom were local gentry aristocrats. Except for a small number of honorable nobles who were sealed after the Corkova dynasty, most of them were powerful assistants to Gruddin. But Brando knows that this guy's true henchmen are not here yet. Those people either hide their heads, or simply rule for him.

Although the Tonigel area is not large, it contains more than 20 large and small territories. Each territory is ruled by a family member who is loyal to Gruddin.

The baron announced the start of the banquet after the two men smiled and did not smile. The name was naturally to clean up the so-called 'Viscount Tinsgang'.

The dishes served by the servants can be described as plentiful, but Brando and his team ate the same chewy wax; Akane and the tiger **** can say that they did not worry about eating at all, and although there was no expression on Antinina's face, she was actually nervous To die.

She didn't know to what extent Brando and Roman could have lost their heart and heart to taste every dish on the table, and she frowned when she saw the table full of vegetables, so she didn't feel moved.

The baron noticed the expression of the aristocracy, looked slightly, and asked, "Why, this lady thinks there is something wrong with hospitality?"

The hall was quiet.

Antitina was horrified; but she raised her head, but nodded calmly in her eyes: "The Lord Lord and Madam spoke because of their inconvenience, but I have no worries as a follower. To be honest, these things are a bit too general melted--"

Brando heard a goodjob secretly in his heart, thinking that Antitina really saw that he was setting up a shelf. However, this sentence is too level, it looks like a slap in the face of the so-called Baron Gruddin. And this is not a good bird guy. There was no way to refute it.

He is a dignified lord, naturally it is not easy to care about a follower of others, not to mention a woman.

But Grudin just smiled slightly, others were trembling. The middle-aged man stared at Brando with the dull eyes under the sunken eyes, and Brando took the time to respond to each other with warlike eyes. What he is going to play now is a young nobleman with nowhere in sight. Such aristocratic young people abound in Eruin. It is because of ordinary people that they are not susceptible. Besides, from the legitimacy of documents--

According to Xunzi, even when Viscount Tinsgang himself checked these documents, he would first suspect himself—not Brando.

"It's the best, even in the whole Braggs-no, you can't find a better craft than this in the entire South. I paid a lot of money for it, and it guarantees you unobstructed flow." That guy is So boasting of Haikou.

A mild smile finally appeared on Baron Grudin's face: "Master Viscount is from the north, presumably not accustomed to the climate of the south?"

He changed the subject when he spoke.

"For a knight of the kingdom, climate change is nothing. As for the cowardly people who can't even stand this grind, I don't think they deserve to be called aristocrats." Brando showed no mercy. The gun replied with a stick; it was just that he felt that this image was more in line with his own nature, could he be a sublime generation in his subconscious?

Everyone in the hall was suffocated. This was a slap in the face again and again. They couldn't help thinking about how sacred the young man was.

But only Baron Gruddin had a smile on his face, and the formatted expression was simply remarkable. He smiled and said, "Young people naturally cannot compare with our old bones, but it doesn't matter if we don't eat well. I have a gift for you."

gift?

Brando froze slightly, wondering what this guy was doing. In fact, what he wanted was to leave after bluffing the opponent, and his territory was already within easy reach, and it would not be too late to find this guy later.