Vol 3 Chapter 43

Act forty-three silver mine (four) (second more, for support)

"You can try it, Maher," the boy returned.

"Che, now he's alert, your kid is a good abacus--"

"But that guy is really good. He seems to have been to many places." Joka said: "Although he is a foreigner, our rules seem to be known to him, I was surprised!"

"Huh," said a weaker voice: "The story of Maher's story from a drunkard. He just copied the rules like a gourd, and people don't know it is strange."

Maher blushed: "Less nonsense, isn't that guy very knowledgeable in this way, and you might as well sell those god-given things to him? Maybe others will look at it!"

Although he said he was selling, he focused on the tone, which sounded like a mockery.

"Too lazy to deal with you vulgar guy, don't know anything!"

"That's enough, I've said it before, don't bother you." At this time the fourth voice came in, a girl's voice.

Brando stunned-did any woman pretend to come in? He couldn't help but slandered the cavalry outside and continued to listen:

"Yesterday we met the man in the trout in the forest. He was with a few women and looked nothing like an adventurer," the girl's voice continued. "I saw him order the oldest John the most expensive It does n’t look like he ’s short of money, and he ’ll be fine here. ”

Brando frowned slightly, screaming unluckily, and finally decided to pretend to enter the mine after he had heard about the news, but had forgotten that the flaw had been exposed before then.

However, for such a small mistake, he thought that it would be impossible for someone to happen to be caught by accident, but he did not expect that Master Martha had really made a big joke with him. The scene yesterday afternoon was unexpectedly given. noticed.

But he was thinking about how to deal with it, but he heard the other party continue to say, "Would you like to report?"

Brando was nervous.

But listening to the weaker voice before, he said, "Shh, don't say it. It has nothing to do with us. You shouldn't know about it. It's not easy. He might have a partner. We have no one. Want to lose your head? "

After this voice, everyone was silent for a while.

"Okay." The last guy named Maher replied, "It's so decided. Anyway, after this time, we will leave this place.

Everyone nodded.

Brando also looked back. He didn't expect anyone else in the group to say such insightful words. For a moment, he couldn't help but be interested in the person who spoke, but when he looked back, the teenagers had already left. .

"interesting."

Brando had such an idea inexplicably.

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The two miles of road leading to the mine did not take long, but after entering the mine, Brando clearly felt that the surrounding surveillance had become tighter.

The Shavrund silver mine is surrounded by mountains. Due to the shallow mining veins, the surrounding mountain walls have been hollowed out to form an inward valley. If you look inward from the valley entrance, it will be a large area of ​​red eyes. With the black rocks, Brando didn't recognize the silver ore, but he knew the sentry towers built on the tops of the surrounding mountains-he couldn't help frowning at a glance, and the terrain was very troublesome both in and out. It seemed to be a bit impractical to try to lead the Golden Swordsman out to kill him-he had to change his plan temporarily.

He glanced around, the ground in the valley was fairly flat, but the entrance to the underground mine tunnel can not be seen from here, but a semi-fortified building group can be seen outside the valley. It should be the barracks of the local police force, and it is expected that the *** officer and the deputy officer appointed by Denel will also be there.

Brando turned his head and glanced at the mountainous **** and mining carts in the valley. The workers came and went, most of them were in order, and only a few adventurers like him who came here for the first time The person was at a loss.

But he was not nervous, but calm down and silently followed the others. Of course those soldiers would not leave these people alone, he thought that someone would come to the row soon.

It turned out that he was not wrong.

Brando quickly saw a team of patrol cavalry appearing from the side of the valley as they drove the mounts closer to these people--but the cavalrymen in bright aristocratic uniforms did not seem to be in the mood to waste too much time on these people Instead, he shouted, "Come in there and get your numbers and tools--!"

Drop this sentence, and the cavalry immediately turned around and walked towards the people who came in behind.

And Brando was left to glance at the direction the cavalry was pointing, where the steward of the mine was distributing tools to the workers and a wooden sign with a serial number-neither of these things was allowed to be lost in the mining area. Damage. Once any of the above situations occurs, heavy penalties will be incurred. Warnd in this era has no humanitarian spirit-as long as there is a legitimate or not so good reason here, it is not a big deal to be killed. Things.

Even the minions in the mining area have the right to order a person to be hanged as long as he suspects that someone has stolen Lord's ore.

But Brando didn't care about it, he only cared that he would be assigned to that camp. The workers naturally lived in the valley within these six days, so the mine officials would no longer have to build some crude or poor camps for these workers.

The camp is naturally built with a straw shed as its main building, which is full of various unbearable tastes called a person from modern society. If it hadn't been for Brando's entry into the golden realm, his physical function had greatly surpassed that of ordinary people, and he was even worried that he would be blown to the ground by the stench of the sky when he entered the dim shed.

This fear quickly became a reality.

He frowned for a moment, standing in front of the crumbling shed, comparing the number plate in his hand with the location of the shed. But in the end he was disappointed to find out:

right here--

Brando's nose moved, and he smelled that disgusting smell about a few feet away from this shed. At that moment, he suddenly felt that Utta, Akane, and Metisha were not coming. Wise thing, and of course he made the most stupid choice.

He hesitated, and couldn't help but glance back--there were four to nowhere in this valley. He had noticed before that the mercenaries were almost disbanded-but he believed that this would not cause any trouble for the experienced soldiers.

The other good news is that three people were assigned to the same camp as him, and he had already found signs outside those tents.

But whether these are good news or bad news, they cannot solve the most realistic problems at present. Brando frowned anxiously, and finally hesitated towards the darkened room—he looked ashamed to walk to the execution ground.

Of course, before he entered the door, he waved his hand without any trace, an invisible wind rolled up a few stones and set a triangle on the side of the door. After being promoted to the top level by White Raven Sword Art, he can already send and receive freely.

Brando thought that this was a very useful swordsmanship, and he could go to the Eruin court to get the advanced part of the lower part. However, this idea is a bit vain, after all, how can Eruin's palace secret sword flow so easily?

Princess Griffin must also be proficient in this sword art, but it is only a matter of what conditions are required to make the other party willing to impart it to herself.

With this in mind, he entered the room. Although he tried hard to restrain himself, he couldn't help covering his nose slightly with his hands.

The room was quiet.

Then he heard a word that was almost inaudible: "Cut, a spoiled noble child--"

This sentence was almost silent. It would have been inaudible if it were put in the ears of ordinary people, but Brando heard it clearly.

He looked up to see the people in the room. Then he froze immediately, because it was a bit of a coincidence that there were no other people in the room, just the teenagers he had met before.

He first saw the boy named Joka, sitting on a straw mat opposite him with a smirk and a smile.

Then there was the guy named Maher next to him. This guy seemed to be the oldest of these guys and the strongest one-he was a head taller than Joca, almost as tall as Brando.

For the first time, Brando judged that this guy was the one who had made a noise before. He saw the other person's hand under his clothes, but he just guessed that there was a dagger or dagger there. Brando could not help but cursed the patrol cavalry outside--

"A little guts, but I don't know if I live or die-" But this is an evaluation of this guy after his first impression.

Then he glanced to the other side. Sitting on the straw mat on the other side was a teenager who looked somewhat stunted. Because his limbs were thin, his head seemed to be in a circle than normal, but the teenager's eyes surprised Brando-it was neither Joka's overwhelmed nor Maher's alert, and It's a look of observation.

He is watching him.

Brando suddenly became interested. He knows how different he is at this moment from himself a few months ago. He has experienced warfare, killed people, and became a leader of thousands of people. He also has the strength of the gold field, although he deliberately hides his identity at this moment. But Brando knew something could not be hidden.

For example, eyes and temperament.

In fact, few ordinary people can meet him now, but the teenager can calmly look at him. Brando also looked at the other side carefully, and noticed that the teenager had a gray backpack next to the straw mat, and didn't know what was inside.

In the end, he looked up and saw the little girl dressed as a man in the back. He was also a bit skinny and not very pretty. He was a little handsome, and there were a few freckles on his face-although the room was dark, but in Bran There are many days in my eyes, and I can see everything clearly.

In addition to these few impressions, there are actually three teenagers in the room, all of whom look like a group. But this is not where Brando wants to spit.

What really struck him out loud was:

Eight people still need to live in such a small room. Martha is on, even the third-rate university I was studying in wasn't so embarrassed.

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