The Amber Sword: Act 39 Amandina

Act 39 Amandina

The news of the death of Borg Nesson's wife, already, surprised Brando. He originally expected that the will left by this little noble would bring him an unexpected income. -- Aouine Some noble families have a long history. The Borg Nesson ancestors were prominent for a while. Maybe the legacy of the property may be a large unexpected Wealth.

Brando thinks otherwise, presumably it will not be mentioned specifically in the will.

But as Cripple said, the only hope now is only to the daughter who is still alive.

Cripple’Roen ’told them that the daughter of the little noble was Amandina, and there were rumors that she lived alone on Squirrel Street in St. Anthony's District, next to Black Pepper Lane. Over the years, he has been living alone, and rarely shows up in front of outsiders. Although it is strange for a weak woman to live alone alone, but after noble, in the level strict Aouine system, most people do not dare to insult.

Moreover, such a damsel is not special in Bruglas, especially for guys who sell news for a living like Cripple, most of the hearsay news is also credible.

Brando analyzed it, and also thought that Cripple might be a non-virtual --.

Of course, there are more people who have had 'Cripple' Roen on Bruglas than there are mice in Black Pepper Lane. There are often rumors in hotels that Cripple dare to deceive even Colossal Dragon and wizard. . youngster also knew this, so he simply put the silver light sparkling sword on the neck of this bald guy, so that the cunning old fox could lead the way in person.

It was Cripple Ron's free-handed teenagers were taught by Redbeard Batum, and finally realized that the two were not ordinary characters, so they were obedient and honest, leaving the three to leave unhindered. The old nest of Cripple.

When the three arrived at Squirrel Street, the time already was approaching the evening.

Bronze sunlight passes over the building on the side of this ancient street, and paints a thick shadow on the other side of the rows of wooden buildings. Because no one came to light the oil lamps on the side of the road, the entire street was silent in a lonely darkness. Brando walked across the lonely street, and the breeze from the cloak swept across the slate blew up the fallen leaves.

He couldn't help but look back.

Batum at the back saw the scene of unbelievable and couldn't help but frowned, and scratched his fiery beard and cursed: "I didn't come here a few years ago."

Gray Rat Street is near today's Cavalry Avenue, in the St. Anthony area where the former site of Chamber of Nobles is located. It belongs to the old urban area where Bruglas was once prosperous. It was also considered to be a rich area where noble lived. However, it was already deserted when the city was last planned. Now this street is no different from Heijiao Lane. It is in a quiet place. And even more deserted.

Because of the latter, there aren't even hires, adventurers and prostitutes here.

But it's not dead.

Brando was breathing the air filled with dust Aura, and suddenly remembered something, and replied, "I want to come because of the underground cemetery."

"Correct." Cripple smiled stiffly, and sword edge around his neck made him feel a little cold: "Sir, you may not understand the situation as locals like us. There was a strange thing in the underground cemetery two years ago. Here, as usual, a line of Javier sect monks and saints who cleaned tomb entered the tomb and disappeared mysteriously, because it involved two senior monks and one priest. This incident caused a sensation at Bruglas. "

"Then what? Holy Cathedral didn't bother Najin's old guy, I don't believe it." Batum asked.

"Of course not. Lord Count was under pressure from Holy Cathedral to urge Silver Wing Cavalry Regiment to send company into the search, but they were attacked by monsters, and only one person left running out of his mind." Cripple replied.

"unbelievable." Batum muttered.

The three men talked and walked down a dark staircase into an old apartment under the leadership of Cripple. The three-storey wooden building is a bit like suffering from severe asthma, making people make a creaking and grating sound as soon as they step on the floor, as if the entire corridor was clamoring for the Cold War and was about to collapse at any time.

When I saw such a situation, Brando couldn't help but stop, using Thorn of Clear Light on the cobweb-filled ceiling, and asked: "Cripple, what is this place? If I remember correctly, Borg Nesson disappeared for many years. , But shouldn't he be so down-to-earth in his family? "He coughed as he said.

"His daughter moved out of one's own's house more than a year ago. It seems to be because of being cheated." Cripple replied.

"damsel." Batum muttered.

Brando glanced at his neck, silent.

The trio finally stopped in front of a door in the far corner of the aisle. Brando put away his sword and knocked on the door. He almost suspected that the sly old fox was deceiving himself again, but after a while, after a violent coughing sound came from the door, a soft voice came: "Who?"

Brando hesitated, and then asked, "She's not well?"

"Unclear." Cripple shook his head.

Brando thought about it and replied outside the door: "Is Amandina Young Lady, I am a friend of your father, Mr. Uchimatsu, and I have something for him to give you."

The door was silent for a while, and the soft girl's voice replied: "What?"

Brando took out the testament.

"His letter."

Behind the door was a soft sound of a chair being towed, and then a long hesitation. Then came the sound of footsteps and a slight coughing sound. The girl whispered with a little expectant voice behind the door, "Sorry, but can may I ask send in the letter from below?"

Brando looked at the door slit below, thinking that the alertness of this little girl was quite high. But think about the experience of a weak girl living alone in the other person's life in the past few years. He nodded and replied: "I understand --"

"Thank you."

The letter passed from under the crack of the door, and there was a sound of rustling noise opening letter. Then there was a long silence. Just when Brando was suspicious of the other party's conspiracy, the door opened squeak.

Standing behind is a young girl wearing moon white pajamas.

Her slender hands are holding the door, a little panting, but her face is calm and not tall, only to the Brando's chest. The young girl had beautiful waterfall-like black hair, which stood against the faint candlelight edge in the room like gold-plated --. Her long hair fell to the waistline; she looked at the three people outside the door with warm black eyes, A little nervous.

"My father is --?" Her eyes finally fell on Brando.

Brando nodded.

The thick and dense eyelash like a girl's brush hangs down.

She thought for a moment, and replied, "In fact, I should have expected it. But fortunately, my father and mother arrive in person are less together, so I may feel more at ease."

Amandina Calm down Brando Somewhat surprised, he thought it should be an infirm noble Young Lady Nothing to do. His eyes crossed the girl and looked backwards. The snail house where the other person lived was not comfortable. -- A dim room with a worn bed and a desk, dim candlelight on the desk already Burned for half a minute, reflecting the scattered paper on the ground.

This is almost everything.

It looks bad, just as he imagined. But this little girl is still Scholar? Brando couldn't help thinking of those thick books on the desk.

"Sorrow is changing, Amandina Young Lady." Brando thought for a while, and answered.

Amandina raises head glanced at him, coughed twice, and asked, "Do you want to ask about the property mentioned in my father's testament, sir?"

The Batum and Cripple on the side can hear the clouds and fog.

“That's right.” Brando hesitated a bit, and then chose to be honest -- to complete a quest / mission is as natural as a deal for him, or vice versa, he did not think it was ashamed to speak. Besides, he thinks that getting this money is good for him and the Young Lady.

But Amandina folded the letter, and the pretty eyebrows frowned slightly: "But I never heard my mother mention such a place."]

"It was -- in debt" Cripple seemed to smell a little bit. When he talked about this old business line, he made him feel more energetic: "Brando, leave this to me."

As he squeaked sharply, he used his eyes to look at Brando's. He can be seen, the former young guy is now a character, especially the tall Mercenary that follows him, his skill is even more extraordinary. Cripple can't find a few people with such power in his limited cognition. -- can't help but compare the other party with a few of the noble guards he knows. The result is that the former still prevails.

I don't know why such a person would be willing to work for Brando. At this moment Cripple couldn't help but be a little more careful.

"No need, Cripple." Brando waved his hand to decline his kindness.

"Repay the debt, a matter of course." Cripple replied vigorously at the back, but when he saw the finger of Brando touching the sword handle, his neck narrowed and he swallowed the last half of the sentence. Just whispered, "There are rules, there are rules ..."

Brando looks at the girl's clear and translucent eyes, as if there is some anxiety in identifying whether she is lying -- girl, but not squinting -- does not look like deliberate deception. But to leave like this, Brando is a little uncomfortable, he can't help but frowned. But after thinking about it, in the end he can only smile: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's just a hand."

Brando can't agree with Cripple's point of view after all, for the sake of a little benefit, people can be put to death. Originally Amandina lost both parents, and now life is considered embarrassing, making people secretive, what can he ask her? Of course, Cripple has a way, but if he did that, it would be no wonder that the little Little Romaine didn't bite him, let alone being known by Freya would be even worse.

But the girl coughed, but for a while she resisted to stand up straight and shook her head: "Sir, I don't need your charity."

Brando for a while.