The Amber Sword: Act 140 warm words of hope (2)

Act 140 warm words of hope (2)

Brando left did not say a word after leaving the castle of Baron Grudin. Although he walked out of the castle's door like a king: no one dared to pass by, even though Knight, who was most loyal to Grudin, only dared to press the sword and trembled to the sides open. But youngster didn't feel a little bit happy, his hand clenched the one's own scabbard -- as if the long sword was still there. The -- scabbard rattled because of excessive power.

Yes, but he still compromised.

He is not afraid to retreat from the forces of Madara and Baron Grudin, but Scarlett's pleading look moved him. Just like he can never become Makarov, it is impossible to ignore the Sanford and other Grey Wolf Mercenary staying in the courtyard because of one's own anger.

He understood that it was the girl's only relative and trust in the world. She has the right to do so.

But although he understood, he still felt depressed and angry.

Especially when even Amandina euphemously raised objections --

youngster couldn't help feeling a cold heart.

What he wants to resist is Aouine's decaying Laws, but he suddenly finds that he does not have this ability at all now. -- does not even get support for --. He knows that Amandina wants him to integrate into this Laws. Although the damsel did not say explicitly , But she did not hide her true thoughts.

Indeed, this is a better choice for him.

But is this possible?

Brando never thought that he would give up the one's own claim. If he retreat, then he would give up everything. Therefore, he cannot retreat, even if there are swords and mountains in front of him, he must be at odds with Grudin.

So, although he knows that Madara's undead already stands with Count of Radnor, he must also choose this way. His already made a statement, and everything else can only be given to time to demonstrate.

Brando pursed up lips, silently cross the castle's suspension bridge. But with the breeze in the afternoon, a pungent blood smell penetrated into his nose --, and then he heard an exclaiming voice behind him, which was the voice of Amandina.

Brando subconsciously raises head, but at that moment, the entire youngster stayed still. The familiar street in front of him seemed to be stretched infinitely in his sight. The long street stretched to the end of the sky. There was no one on the street, but there were rows of new crosses -- on the street.

A row of crosses hanging **** corpses.

Most of the corpses were dressed in adventurer, mercenary costumes, and some were poor people who knew they were out of town. Both men and women, but now there are only dead bodies.

Brando remembers that in the classical era of Vaunde, the local Thanes will hang the body of thieves on the cross to warn those who continue to engage in this business.

But who does Baron Grudin warn at this moment?

Not only warned him, but also a warning to the thrilling adventurers in the city, mercenary. Baron Grudin is borrowing this incident to tell these outsiders who is the owner of this land.

Blood warning.

"-- is very good"

Brando took a deep breath, you have to turn back almost immediately. But he gritted his teeth, but he finally put up with it, but the corner of his eyes swept and already saw a figure flashing across the street.

Is he?

Brando moved in his heart and caught up immediately.

He chased the corner of the street and followed into an alley. The familiar blue grey has come into sight. The young Thane has just hesitated, but the other party already opens:

"Brando ... sir, right?" The youngster wearing the green grey robe looked at him and asked indifferently.

Brando recognized the string apprentice wizard that Correct had a relationship with him in the morning. He was very impressed with the other party and naturally he will not forget it easily.

He nodded.

The youngster didn't speak immediately, and both were silent. Although the other person's thin face was indifferent, the silent anger could be seen from the bottom of his eyes.

After a brief silence, youngster finally spoke again: "I remember, lord, have you ever asked, do I want to take revenge?" The skinny youngster looked at him unchanged, and replied: "If I tell you now , I think -- "

He raises head, gritted his teeth: "Sir, can you show me a way?"

Brando is silent.

"This is also the idea of ​​other people in the city, mercenary and adventurers, they have settled with Baron Grudin's hatred already." youngster stared at him and continued: "If you are willing, we are willing to work for you --"

The two are no more than ten meters apart, but Brando shook his head: "I'm still the problem, do you want revenge?"

youngster for a while.

He hesitated and nodded.

"Then live well," Brando looked at him and replied, "I promise you, but not now."

"Master?"

Brando no longer speaks, he turns and walks out of this alley, just to see the others behind him. However, in the face of youngster's somber face, and the endless anger that was suppressed on him, Tiger Sparrow and Sanford and the others who did not know the truth of the matter only felt face to face.

youngster crosses them.

"Brando." Only miss merchant stopped him.

Romaine held the one's own small backpack in both hands and stood behind him; she looked at the latter's face with dark brown eyes questioningly, and the small eyebrow gently picked: "Are you angry?"

Brando froze a little, he didn't want to say anything, but seeing Miss merchant's face could not get angry. He only sighed one breath and patted the girl's cheek gently.

"Thank you," he said.

"Well," Romaine froze slightly, by the way frowning and pushing his hand away -- asked curiously: "But I haven't said anything yet --"

"Isn't Amandina calling you?"

"How do you know?"

Brando sighed one breath again and shook his head. He turned his head to the other side and saw that the damsel also quickly caught up with his skirt.

"Are you angry with me," Amandina raises head looked at him, and whispered, "Lord Thane?"

"You did nothing wrong, Amandina," Brando replied Shen Sheng.

"But you are still angry, sir."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Amandina, as if you know that things in this world are not as simple as black and white --"

"You speak very well. Count of Radnor, as the highest governor on the southern border of Aouine, has huge power and can be said to be feudal vassal. His private army can make all those who resist him tremble, even those really big men Dare to curse their opponent secretly. Not to mention the little ants we have in our industry. "

Brando shook his head and looked at the young girl and said, "Even so to speak, that big man sneezing can make our next way into a crisis-stricken, thorny, careless, Ashes and smokes. "

"But?"

Amandina asked seriously.

"But --" Brando nodded: "These are not the reasons for my humiliation. If I accept the gift of Grudin with a false smile, even if it is a city, I would rather choose the road of iron and blood, fire and sword . "

"Do you understand?"

Brando pressed his own sword which is not existence, and flicked his finger slightly: "You asked me why before, Amandina. This answer is actually simple. -- is not why, because I am Brando."

He glanced back at Little Romaine: "It's from Bucce's Brando."

Miss merchant immediately blinked at him playfully, and the two seemed to have the same mind.

Amandina Pico speechless, she took a moment to react: "But, we may choose a more sensible way. I can understand your thoughts, sir, but there is a sentence between noble and -- dead people have no objection. Right! "

"Now we have to face not only Baron Grudin, but also the Radnor family, as well as Madara, sir, you --." She bit her lip, although she felt something was lit in the chest because of Brando's, Burning, but still dark eyes were full of worry.

"That's my business, Amandina," Brando replied lightly: "Either Grudin, Count of Radnor, or even Madara's Undead Army."

He looked at the towering castle of Baron Grudin again.

"Since I have to face it sooner or later, I am always waiting for --"

He dropped the sentence and turned away.

While far behind the team, red haired girl with ponytail long saw -- slightly when she saw this scene. She looked at the back of Brando's and tightened spear in her hand.

The damsel looked at the back of youngster with similar worries, and his eyes flashed past a strange admiration. But because of this, she was more and more worried about what this superb youngster was impulsively doing. After all, it is a fact that their strength is far from enough to compete with each other, and sometimes they can not solve everything with confidence.

"kuāng dāng", a piece of white porcelain ornaments from the Anson era was shattered.

Not long after the Brando group left, Baron Grudin threw angrily in the one's own study. There are only three people left in the room at the moment: -- Cabas, Rothko. They naturally cannot stay in the castle as undead. It is not a small matter to secretly associate with Madara. Of course, the consequences of leaking out may be painless for Count of Radnor. itch.

Unlike collusion with undead, this reputation has not spread well.

At this moment, only his two male pets are left around Grudin, which is why he can vent his one's own anger without any fear. "Gonstein Viscount, Gonstein Viscount, these northerner may be deceiving too much!" Lord Baron is almost in a hysterical state, he has never suffered such humiliation since childhood.

If the opponent's strength is really too strong, he must leave those guys' heads at this moment. Even if he fought against another family, he did not hesitate. Although there may be some difficult explanations for his father Count of Radnor, Grudin in the fury can't care so much at this moment.

Looking at him breathlessly, one of the male pets dared to come up and whispered: "Sir, the other party already has left the castle, or should they --?"