The Amber Sword: Act 42 The middle-aged person

Middle-aged man in Act 42

Looking at Freya's helplessness, Brando thinks that she should probably have already to understand the face of these so-called Rydenburg places, army, but it is not enough, he intends to let her know more clearly, only reality can make Freya understand now What is their situation.

Of course, Brando didn't want her to lose her last hope for this country, but sometimes she didn't just rely on the blood of one cavity. The rampage would only break her head.

Brando has never been a reckless person. He hopes that Freya will also learn to act calmly. Of course, when necessary, he will protect them by make a move. The bottom line is that these people cannot really damage to Freya and Romaine.

He was just looking at how Freya handled the crisis, but he saw her eyes fall into the distance. He froze and followed her gaze, and found that Correct Rydenburg east side barracks -- in that direction seemed to be called by this name. He saw a group of people there, of different heights, all of them holding one of the tall middle-aged men, followed by a group of White-Mane light infantry. The four-spread control -- looked like noble.

Brando suddenly found it interesting, he didn't expect that he was so lucky, he just wanted to sleep and someone sent a pillow. However, the response of Freya was very fast, and I noticed the big names. He roughly understood the Freya's idea, and could not help but nodded secretly.

From a normal person's perspective, the Freya's response is correct. Of course, Brando just wants to see how she has run into forget it/that's all, so I'm a bit sorry for this future Valkyrie, but Brando knows that the starting point of one's own is for the other side, that's enough.

Besides, this is also the choice of Freya one's own.

He turned around, and the two guards were pulling out their swords and approaching Freya. They apparently did not expect that the girl would dare to resist when both companions obediently captured, and she was so decisive that when she jumped into the tower, she rushed to the side of the weapon rack.

The two startled and hurriedly pulled out their swords to welcome them. But Freya suddenly turned to his right hand and grabbed a guard's wrist. He made a sideways move, and a left-handed sword drew across the armpit of the opponent. -- from the sword to the uniform. Fall on your back.

ponytail The girl grabbed the sword, and one sword fought with another guard. Three swords in a row, relying on the strength that grew up in the battle with Golden Demonic Tree, the guard withdrew five steps back to the wall, and then she reversed the sword and knocked the hilt on the head of unfortunate man, making his head bloody. Liu fell on his back.

Then she turned around again, and the momentum of her body scared the remaining four guards together with their Captain simultaneously retreat step. The Freya can't help but suffer, and the Rydenburg army she has always regarded as relying on is just such a level. She thought they were all as powerful as Brando, maybe worse, but at least they should not be far behind!

But Brando, but inwardly shouted is beautiful. The local guards are just the level of veterans in militia, and Freya's skill already is now able to enter the security team, especially with both calmness and calmness.

But he glanced at the White-Mane light infantry in the distance. If he wanted to be Freya, he thought that the regular army of the kingdom was also this combat force. Maybe she would soon lose a lot.

But what he has to do now is not to delay the judgment of this future Valkyrie. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards around him and threw them out before they reacted. Then he grabbed one's own Elven Sword in turn, and a sword will hold the long swords in the hands of the two guards Romaine's and fly.

"What are you going to do?" He ignored the guard lying on the ground and wailed, grabbed Romaine's and ran over.

Freya gave him a glance, then looked at the barracks, which was self-explanatory.

"Where to go? Yeah, there is a way that the king is so provocative, it ’s hard for the little ghosts to get involved." Brando smiled.

"What does that mean?" Romaine asked curiously at the back, and she rubbed one's own wrist. Those people just used too much energy, she held her hands sore.

"Meaning, see what those big names say."

Freya always thinks there is something in this guy's words, but I don't have time to refute it now. She glanced in disgust at the Captain of the Guards, who was paralyzed on the ground by already, and then spun out of the tower first.

"Brando, Freya she seems to be angry."

"it doesn't matter, just keep up."

miss merchant gave him a curious look.

Lord of the Golden Fruit Seibert has been in a good mood since this day, if not out of sight.

He saw the young girl who rushed in front of him suddenly, and then he stung, and the guards behind him swarmed and surrounded her. Seibert also saw two people in the encirclement, both in the costume of a countryman. After he stayed, a rage rose in his chest.

What are these **** doing, and how to get three dirty hunks here. Who is the Captain on duty tonight, I will let him roll back to eat myself!

Seibert's face was blue and white, and she was about to attack. But I felt that someone in the back struck myself with the Staff handle. He looked back and saw the disgusting industry specialist, the master of the workshop, Sir Burnley's face full of flesh. To be honest, he didn't even want to talk about this extra copper smell, and he cares about the fat man, but fortunately Lord Lord's mind is sober and understands that at least they are a group now.

He looked at the other person's eyes and was shocked. He saw Freya's epaulet. Bucce's militia, doesn't it mean that Madara's army already to Beldo Forest? How did they come here?

He couldn't help but glance a little farther behind, hoping that the big man over there didn't notice the commotion here. Then he held down his sword and murmured to the guards with a deep voice: "What are you doing here, keep the assassins down?"

Assassin?

Freya was about to speak, but was stabbed by the words. She stared helplessly and wanted to refute, but found that the guards around him all pulled out the long sword --, a piece of clear metal shivering, as if to pierce her heart.

"What's wrong here?"

Correct At this time, a quiet, serious voice came in, and everyone subconsciously gave way. After the crowd separated, the middle-aged man with a deep frame behind him, a high nose, and a grim and gloomy face was exposed. He held the Staff made by gold and looked at all the people with cold eyes.

Seibert breathed in, cursed in my heart: unbelievable, still attracted this trouble. He turned his mind sharply and replied invariably: "Several commoners broke in, or they were assassins."

"commoner?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"Master, we are not assassins. We are Bucce's militia," Freya eagerly distinguished: "We are here to report, Bucce is receiving Mar --"

The middle-aged man looked disgusted and interrupted: "What's your name."

"Fre...Freya." Freya froze, feeling stared at by the other person's cold eyes as if by a poisonous snake, could not help lowering his head.

"How about you?" He asked the Romaine over there.

"My name is Romaine, uncle." Future miss merchant blinked and answered.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh twice, but quickly resisted. This time, the expression of the middle-aged person has not changed, but he waved his hand: "Take them down and wait for the question to be clear."

"Sir, we ..." Freya was startled, busy raises head to explain.

But the other party didn't listen to their explanation at all, but let the guards rush up and suppress the three of them. However, the middle-aged people watched indifferently, which would say again: "Wait."

As if his words had great effect, everyone subconsciously stopped his movements and looked at him.

"Show me the sword in that man's hand." He pointed at Brando with Staff.

Sword?

Everyone was surprised, and then they noticed the shape of the sword on Brando. That is the sword of elf. The sword of elf is famous for its exquisiteness, and it is generally circulated as art in the upper circles. Seibert couldn't help but feel defamatory again, thinking that this guy who cannibalize his bones has sharp eyes, and both women and swords have been watched by him.

What makes him uncomfortable is that his identity and status are comparable to his higher. Even if he said he wanted it, he could only obey it. He couldn't offend the forces behind the other party.

He beckoned, several guards immediately understood, and pulled out his sword to face Brando.

Brando turned to look at Freya, and saw the girl's face confused and a little lost. He knew it was almost there, but still had to stay calm at this time. He shrugged and surrendered the sword obediently.

This kid is pretty acquainted. This move made Seibert wonder.

A guard trot along with his sword, offering both hands to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged person took the sword indifferently, turned over sword edge, and read the text above:

"a’ssonston, donamiru--" (elf: thy sword shall burst forth from light, strike thy enemies with terror)

He raised his sword, Elven Sword was shining in his hands, everyone around him couldn't help taking a sip of cold air. Magic sword, these nobles can not help but set their sights on the Brando group, and they are more convinced that the three are assassins. After all, how can there be militia carry Magic weapons with them, it is not believed.

However, the middle-aged man looked at the faint leaf-shaped sword in his hands, and for the first time smiled on his face. He glanced at industry specialist next to him and asked: "Sir Burrian's wealth is well-informed, and he can tell me where did this sword come from?"

The noble with a glimpse of the sheep quickly rolled the one's own body and said flatteringly, "I have seen some of the elf weapons, but if you want to say that you are well-informed, how can you compare to yours in that circle What you see and hear. "

The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied, "Then look at the face of this sword, and make them feel better this evening. Tomorrow I will personally interrogate these assassins, the two ladies, take good care of you. You'd better tell your Captain Glenson this sentence intact, don't think I don't know their 龌龊 -- "

His words grew colder and colder, and finally the guard in front of him was ashamed. However, the others showed a meaningful smile. The more obvious the adult's attitude was, the better it was for them.

It's just two women and a sword. They care more about the latter than their immediate interests.

Freya was crimson with anger on her face, she couldn't help took a deep breath. Gritting his teeth tightly, clenching his hands into fists, for a while Brando was really afraid she would be impulsive regardless of the consequences, but fortunately the current Valkyrie Young Lady already is much more stable than when he first met him.

He came to raises head, glanced at the middle-aged person, and then looked at the glittering Thorn of Clear Light in the other hand. He frowned, who was that person? It seems that the status is very high, but unfortunately he can not know the details of each in history, but the reaction of the other side is interesting.

But he's not too nervous, and the good work is yet to come.

When they were taken down by many guards, Brando clearly heard that middle-aged man was asking:

"Okay, let's get back to business. Mr. Seibert, when are you going to let me out of town?" The middle-aged man's voice was cold, full of a touch of irony.

"Lord Count, now it is a critical season, Madara already arrives under Vanmier Fort. The Bucce flank may be affected at any time, the field is too dangerous, especially if you are your subordinates, we have any reason for you At risk? "

Middle-aged people laughed and stopped talking.