The Amber Sword: Act 42 New member

New member in Act 42

"Sword, Sword Energy ..." Cripple's face changed.

He couldn't help looking at Brando carefully, and suspected that this youngster was not the one he knew. The Brando he knows is just a young man who just came out of the militia team. Maybe the Swordsmanship is famous for his accomplishments, but it will not become a unsealed Sword Master with the power of element before it is not seen for more than half a year?

Amandina grasped the door frame tightly and then released it. The sudden change almost exceeded the limit of her imagination. The girl bit her lip, how could she never have thought that it was an Swordsman of Flowers (Golden Back), so young Great Swordsman, she couldn't help thinking that this youngster could it be that was actually a Blessed born with Tier 1 Power Rating?

Batum embraced with both hands, still calm, he could see other people ’s reactions, and could n’t help but smile in his heart hehe: When he first saw this Ser Knight using such a sword skill, it was not surprising. people? Of course, he has a faint sense of superiority, because he knows that the true strength of Brando does not stop there.

As for the opposite 'City Guards', they were stunned for a long time. They already guessed the Brando's identity as much as possible. -- can exhaust their poor imagination. At best, they can only think that the other party might be an noble. Maybe it is the descendant daughter of a large family. Going up, they dare not think about it.

But who would have thought that a young Swordsman of Flowers would appear in front of himself?

Of course, maybe Brando is not a Great Swordsman at all. But he didn't mind causing such illusions in front of these people, just like he expected. At this moment, the impression of already is deeply in the hearts of these people, enough to make them retreat.

Brando then withdrew the sword and replied, "Have you heard, this Young Lady said, her father doesn't know anything about Viscount Tirste."

"But ..." The leader finally recovered from the shock, his face tangled, and subconsciously spoke.

Brando quietly made a gesture to Batum.

"But what, don't get out of here!" Red-bearded Mercenary glanced at Brando and immediately turned back and commanded sharply.

Several people looked at each other, and the other party made it clear that they didn't want to reason with them. -- They are familiar with this attitude, but they usually disdain to reason with others forget it/that's all. They wanted to do it directly, but the Swordsman of Flowers -- who stood opposite him didn't even need his bodyguard make a move, even the youngster could bring them all down within ten seconds.

The lead man was almost suffocated, but he breathed in, stiffly, and replied: "I see, sir is determined to intervene in this matter. Then I hope sir can let us understand , Who is going to fight against Viscount Tirste? "

Brando glanced at this guy, thinking that it was a personal thing, and he tried to run him by words. If he is really a noble, he may still be fooled. Unfortunately, the ‘player’ has never had such a Attributes. However, he was also secretly vigilant, because if he refused to answer --, they might cause these people to doubt his identity.

This leader is a little bit smart. This kind of already on the table can be said to be a conspiracy. ‘Owl’ Jon, Brando secretly remembered the name.

He thought for a moment, smiled in his heart, took a piece of paper from his arms, and then folded it in half before throwing it away: "Give this thing to your Lord Viscount. As for my identity, you are not qualified to know."

Several people on the opposite side looked at each other for a moment, and looked at the folded piece of paper on the ground.

Unsurprisingly, these people only have to obediently pick up the paper and then retreat from the original road. They just took a deep look at Cripple and didn't even say an extra word. Of course, the original initiative is entirely in the hands of Brando, and then it is just to humiliate itself.

Seeing that the last person disappeared at the corner of the corridor, Brando turned back. The first thing he saw was Cripple with blinking eyes. He couldn't help but smile, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "What are you thinking, Mr. Roen? "In fact, except for Batum, only Cripple knows his true identity.

Batum can naturally be trusted, but this cunning old fox is hard to say.

"No, nothing." Cripple hastened to deny.

The little old man's heart is bitter. I didn't expect that the lead would lead to such a big storm. I knew it would be Brando really stabbed him with a sword and he would not come to this muddy water. Offended Tirste Needless to say, the last glance of the other party undoubtedly indicates that they at least already remembered him, and it is estimated that the days of Bruglas will not be so good.

And this is second. He understands this. He believes that the youngster around him naturally understands this. As for whether Brando believes him or not, -- may not even believe Cripple, but he happens to know the true identity of Brando's. Will he go to Viscount Tirste to explain and reveal the true identity of Brando's? Don't worry, because he thought so before.

But he couldn't help but take a look at Brando, this youngster probably won't give him this chance.

What will Brando do? If it was the Brando before, it might not be good, but now the youngster as Swordsman of Flowers, character is obviously more determined than before he left Bruglas. Cripple couldn't help but think of the cold in his vest, he could almost imagine Get one's own off.

The more he thought about it, the more he became scared, but he finally got a little stunned.

"Bu, Brando, if you kill me, they will doubt your identity." Cripple reluctantly stuttered.

"So is the disappearance." Brando smiled.

"Correct, Correct." Cripple replied bitterly.

"But don't you want us to believe you, Mr. Roen, how likely do you think this is?" Brando asked.

"Yes ... so a little bit."

Brando glanced at this guy, a little disgusted, but still shook his head: "I won't kill you, Cripple."

Cripple ‘Roen’ for a moment, looking at Brando with some disbelief. There was a gleam of light in his tiny eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about why this youngster would say such things and lie to him? This may not seem necessary, but at the moment Brando does not look like that naive person. He pondered for a long time, but didn't show up.

could it be that this youngster has bad hobby playing with prey? He couldn't help feeling a little creepy when he thought about it that way.

But Brando replied: "Have you ever heard of the name vote, Cripple."

"What?"

"Don't you know? it doesn't matter, you just need to understand, as long as you hand in such a thing, we are a group." Brando smiled and answered.

"Would you like to pull me into the water?" Cripple took a sip of cold air, and the smile of youngster became similar to the devil in his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, thinking about this method, and in short, he lied to this youngster for a while. But how can we gain the trust of the other party?

Information? But he was not familiar with that Viscount Tirste at all.

Go kill someone? noble will not care about such trivial matters.

Cripple hesitated for a long time, but waited for Brando to flutter: "Cripple, did you do anything in Anlieke before you did this job?"

Cripple seemed to have a thunder in his heart, and his face changed. He couldn't help looking at Brando as if he had seen a ghost: "No ... no."

"That noble is called --"

"Don't say it!" Cripple screamed, his face paled, sweating, breathing out of breath as if he had taken it out of the water, raising one hand and shouting, "I Understood, Brando, don't tell me anymore. I understand what to do, damn, Brando, you must be a devil, I have never offended you --! "

Brando smiled. This Cripple killed a local noble family at Anlieke 30 years ago, changed its name and ran to Bruglas. It is a famous quest line in Amber Sword. This guy's future end is not good, after all, he was hanged --, but in fact, it is not Cripple's fault. noble is not necessarily a good thing in the story.

But at the moment he is telling the story, it is nothing more than forcing Cripple into the ship. At Aouine, Cripple committed almost nothing more than rebellion. He believes that even Viscount Tirste cannot shelter this guy in this matter. Only by relying on such a handle can he control this cunning guy.

However, he saw that Cripple's mood was a little Stability, so he calmed down and said, "Okay, Cripple, don't worry, I don't want to use this thing to coerce you. I know the cause and effect of the whole thing, and the fault is not in you , But I do not intend to be a messenger of justice, just to protect myself. As for you to follow me, I at least guarantee that Viscount Tirste will not trouble you -- I hope you remember that this is a win-win transaction, not one party to the other Obey. "

Cripple looked at him suspiciously.

"You don't believe me? I gave them the piece of paper that said it all, Cripple," Brando replied.

"What is that piece of paper?" Batum couldn't help asking.

"A small habit, I think Tirste will doubt his reasonable opponent based on that note." Brando smiled slightly. He doesn't know if Viscount Tirste is related to Origin Association, but whether or not it is related, let's pick out the conflict between him and ‘Tree Shepherds' first.

The action of origami and throwing it on the ground came from a Great Swordsman named `` Ikaruga ”Count, this guy is one of the core member of ‘Tree Shepherds', and is the main political opponent of Duke of Golan-Elsen. At the same time in private is also the admirer of Tirste fiancee, the identity of the rival multi-class, Brando think it should be enough for our Lord Viscount headache.

Maybe Viscount Tirste will eventually clear the fog, but it doesn't matter, anyway, he did not lose Brando. He is not Templar Knight of Holy Cathedral of Fire, and cannot tell the truth when facing the enemy.

Cripple couldn't help but feel a little dazed after listening, then raises head took a deep look at Brando and couldn't help answering: "I really doubt that you are a devil, Brando, you were not like this before."

"This is also the situation." Brando shrugged, and then set his sight on the Amandina who had listened to them.

"What are your plans, Amandina Young Lady?" he asked.

The girl lowered her head, knowing that at this step, the option already was not in her hands, and she could not help but doubt whether her previous judgment was wrong. After all, this youngster doesn't seem to be as polite as she imagined, she thought about it, and only murmured reluctantly, "Don't you think about it for me, Mr. Brando."

Brando smiled, Amandina's cleverness should make many of the same damsel self-defeating, I really do not know what kind of growth environment can create such a girl. But Amandina doesn't mind, and he doesn't need to be arrogant. He patted scroll in his arms, and replied, "Amandina Young Lady, I actually value your talent and ability. I hope you will hire you to work for me. I need your ability In return, I am willing to support your continued research on Magicite technology. Of course, as my person, I will naturally guarantee that you will not be harassed by those guys before. "

Amandina coughed twice, then she came to Brando with raises head, a pair of bright eyes staring directly at Brando's as if confirming whether the other party was lying --

"You want me to make these machines for you? But my mentor said that my talent in this area is not worth it."

"Indeed," Brando nodded: "But there are many artisans in manufacturing and designing Magicite equipment, but I can find only those who are accomplished in designing‘ that ’, but only Young Lady you.”

"That's just a semi-finished product." Amandina became serious and interrupted him. But she immediately realized that one's own was rude, and could not help lowering her head and shrinking back.

But Brando didn't mind, he asked: "Amandina Young Lady, you gave me a design of a semi-finished product as a thank you, that's affirming its value. So why not allow me to give this design a higher Evaluation of -- There is an old saying in my hometown, called The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. This sentence is enough to evaluate the value of your design.

The girl froze slightly, her eyes lit up: "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step?" She came again raises head and asked tentatively: "So, Mr. Brando, are you really willing to help me go down this road? ? "

"To be frank, I don't have this fund now, or even a place for one's own, but I think it will soon be." Brando replied frankly: "Is it, Mr. Roen?"

"Correct, Correct!" The Cripple in the unknown nodded quickly and nodded.

Amandina thought about it and bit his lip. "That's good," she nodded, and there was a decided addition in her bright eyes: "I accept your offer, Mr. Brando. But I don't want to sit back and I will be your Adviser until you have enough strength , I can rest assured only by seeing -- with my own eyes, besides, I believe I have this ability -- "

She stared straight at Brando and replied.

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