Vol 2 Chapter 145

Chapter 145: The Tender Hope (7)

"Pizos?" (Elves: dad?)

The little girl immediately raised her head and asked with surprise on her back.

"What about your daughter?" Brando frowned.

"I will take care of her, Funia's mother is my adoptive daughter ..." After the elder silent for a while, she replied, "So the Lord, rest assured, and that Bolton is voluntary, he is grateful that you can bring back Funie elegant……"

He paused and stroked Funia's hair: "Of course, if I weren't going to stay and lead everyone, in fact, I wish I could be your guide for adults. I am more familiar with this forest than Bolton, I hope adults You can excuse ... "

The crowd was silent for a while. As mercenaries, they knew nothing about the Black Forest more than Bran. There are more horrible legends here than there are in Bedouin's most terrifying bedside stories.

"Where's her mother?" But only Antitina asked with a frown.

Brando saw the little girl clenching her father's horns, and her heart moved slightly.

The elder sighed and replied with some recollection: "Funiya's mother is half-elven, she used to be the most beautiful girl in our village, and the happiest girl when she married Bolton-unfortunately, go on In a 'hunting', to protect others ... "

Brando grinds his teeth.

He certainly knew what hunting was. In most parts of Vaund, the nobility regarded the conquest of the barbarians as hunting-a custom that has been agreed for centuries. However, this activity has become a symbolic act in most places, because the real barbarian invasion has completely disappeared long after the first jihad.

In fact today, except in the Tony Goya region, you rarely see the fiercest enemies of civilization.

The so-called 'barbarians' such as the Seniya are just a 'misunderstanding' deliberately created by people like Grudin to satisfy their perverted hobby. But this misunderstanding is not only for the aristocracy, but even for the majority of the people.

"Okay." Brando nodded at the end. "Since you have decided, I have no objection, but this is not a trivial matter. How long do you need to prepare?"

He glanced at Bolton, thinking that he should be able to guarantee this guy's life with his own ability. After all, there are three gold-level strengths in his team, which is different from the general adventure team.

In contrast, in fact, he was more worried about those who stayed outside.

But the elders of the Senia have nodded: "My lord, there are no other issues to worry about. But let me remind you that maybe you are not familiar with the black forest behind us, in fact in After entering autumn, this forest will become very dangerous. Especially near the arrival of winter, animals will become more aggressive because of hunger, let alone monsters. Actually, I suggest ... "

"It's okay," Brando interrupted. "As long as you pass us through the forest-we just want to go through the forest, as for the rest-we can work it out."

The old man froze and opened his mouth without speaking.

He obviously wouldn't have thought that Brando was looking for a druid in the forest, who had escaped the world for almost four hundred years and had almost no connection with the outside world. But young people are familiar with the habits of those who have a strong sense of territory. I believe that as soon as they enter the forest, they will definitely attract those 'beasts'.

And with Brando's experience, when they need to find them in reverse, he believes it is not too much trouble.

As for finding the druids, how to persuade them to take him to find the legendary Lost Temple Vajalla is another question. But Brando has now made up his mind to change the original plan, and is ready to find the legendary dusty kingdom first, and then join the tiger finch.

He did so because of a series of recent troubles. As more and more enemies entangled in his eyes, and time became more urgent, he had to find a faster solution. It's just a matter of how to gain the trust of the Druid. Those who adhere to the neutral forest hermits have always been skeptical of foreigners. Although they were allied with human beings, this relationship has long since vanished in the first jihad.

This problem caused him a little bit of distress for a while, but he could only take one step at a time. After all, the Druid is different from the Silver Elf. The Silver Elf completely closes the channel of communication with the outside world, and although the Druid is evasive, it does not completely isolate contact with the outside world.

It's just that there are very few such contacts.

The elders of the Senia thought for a while, and although he did not doubt that these people had no intentions, according to Joel's description, the other party had the power to level their village to the ground, so it seemed to be There is no need for conspiracy.

Moreover, they also destroyed a whole team of noble cavalry.

The thought of this matter inevitably made the old man frightened. But at the same time, he was also worried and afraid. He was different from the young people in the village. His knowledge told him that Baron Gruddin would never give up on this, and I am afraid revenge will soon follow.

How could the village resist then?

So he originally wanted to leave Brando and his party, at least this winter. It was a pity that he didn't expect him to speak and was stopped by the opponent. This led him to come up with an idea. The pedestrian didn't care about their lives, they just wanted to make a deal with them.

However, it was this transaction that the elderly weighed and it seemed that they were not eligible to refuse. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sighed more deeply, looking helpless.

"I see, sir." The old man leaned back and reluctantly replied, "I will arrange for the sir as soon as possible, please be assured."

Brando didn't hesitate to listen to this, but just nodded.

...

Looking at the back of the elders of the Senia, Brando finally relieved. But he couldn't help but sigh. He couldn't understand the elder's worry, but he didn't have time to stay here to spend the whole winter here.

Besides, it doesn't have to be useful--

He didn't mind telling Gruddin that he did all this, but he couldn't guarantee whether the moody scum in baron's skin would be angry.

Or it should be said that anger is almost inevitable.

"Brando, can we help them?" Romain pulled his sleeve aside.

"Unless they are willing to enter the forest with us, but even then we can't provide them with enough food for the winter. The only place to buy food nearby is the territory of Grudin, but do you think he will provide us? "" The young man asked calmly.

Miss merchant's eyes flashed.

"I stay." The red-haired girl sat aside, she pressed the war halberd over her shoulder and turned her head to look at Brando with amber-like eyes.

Brando touched his forehead-in the same place on Akane's forehead, the black pattern was spreading like a shadow. Everyone knew that she was having nightmares every night and could barely breathe, but when the girl was awake, she said nothing about her situation.

"You can't stay, Akane." He sighed and replied, "I don't even dare to leave you too far away from me. You have to spend months here, whether for you or for these people. It's too dangerous. "

The red-haired girl gritted her teeth and snorted softly, as if she didn't care about her state. But Brando's words touched her, and she really couldn't stay, otherwise these people would not escape once she became a god.

Antitina looked at everyone here and said nothing. Although she didn't like the Seniyas, she couldn't help but clenched her fists.

At this time, Brando on one side stood up, he was in a black coat, and then sighed with relief. He looked around and said, "I'll go out for a while-"

Everyone was stunned.

In their impression, the young lord was not like a man who likes to sway around. But when Brando saw the tiger **** and Akane subconsciously, he hurriedly reached out:

"Tiger, Akane, you stay. Let me be alone, you can take a good rest and prepare for your next trip."

The tiger **** and the red-haired girl stunned slightly.

Quiet alone?

...

There is a well-known custom among the Seniyas that they firmly believe that human souls will linger around the living after death, blessing them to break through the harsh environment of the Black Forest from generation to generation. Therefore, they built long houses for these dead, and set the most important place of discussion within the clan.

Therefore, the soul of the deceased can go through the moments that determine the tribe's life and death with the living.

However, at this moment, there was a dispute in this sacred long house.

"I don't agree!" The young man shook his head earlier. "Funiya was rescued after all, which shows that the goddess Niya didn't want to see such a result, but now we have to send her back, What is it called? "

"If we don't send it back, we all have to die," a thin middle-aged man said gloomily. "Of course, we don't want to, but we have no choice."

He gritted his teeth: "Isn't it enough that we've seen life and death, and Funia's mother has left the world for the same reason, but it's all for the desire that others can live, this is our Senny Asian divine promise! "

"Of course, if one day the tribe needs me to complete this task, I will say the same--" He glanced at the young man: "Now we need to be persistent and calm, don't forget that the tribe does not rely on impulse to persist To this day. "

"Bolton, Funia is your daughter, just talk about it." He turned back.

Middle-aged man embracing his hands without saying a word.

"Is there no other way?" The young man gritted his teeth and asked, "how can we give away our fellow citizens?"

"Let's get into the forest."

The elder shook his head. The crops in the field have not yet been harvested. Now the ethnic people hiding in the forest can only face the end of freezing and starvation.

"Then keep watching Funia go to death?"

"You ca n’t say that. Lord Baron said he wanted to take Funia as a foster daughter. Did n’t he say it last time? Just send Funia over, not only do we not have to hide in the forest, we can also become real leaders ... "

Someone whispered in the crowd.

Everyone was silent for a while, and adopted Funia as adopted daughter? Everyone knows that this is just a lie to a ghost. How could a lord adopt a Senegal, even if it is half-elven.

Besides, how filthy the aristocracy is, is a fact known to the world.

"Don't you feel ashamed to say such a thing?" The young man mocked coldly.

"That's what it says, but isn't this the other way around. Or if the elders think it's worth it, we're going to have a big fight with those guys, elders?" The middle-aged man hummed.

Disputes inside the longhouse gradually grew louder, and even spread outside the longhouse.

Brando listened quietly, sitting quietly on a rock, quietly watching the little girl with green hair crouching beside him. The latter stared at the ants on the ground, looking calm, as if they had not heard the quarrel in the house ...

"Funiya," the young man finally asked, "you can understand me, right?"

The little girl froze slightly.

She looked up and looked at him with emerald eyes, a little surprised.

"I'm sorry ... brother ..." she replied painstakingly, but this time in Cruz.

"It doesn't matter," Brando shook his head, and he said, "I know you were protecting yourself at that time, and it looks like Funia is a very smart boy--"

The little girl smiled slightly, and smiled sweetly.

Then she thought about it and said, "Big brother ... brother, I ... instead of dad, take you ... into the forest, can you? I ... also know ... forest ... Mom, teach me ... ... "

Brando felt softened, but he sighed slightly and shook his head.

"Funiya, even if you take us into the forest, even if you are not here, Lord Baron will still find him, do you understand?" This time, the young man answered in elf language.

Funia froze for a moment, before her expression faded.

"I'm sorry," Brando whispered.

The little girl bit her lip.

But at this time, the quarrel in the longhouse became fierce--