Brando was rather surprised to learn that Borg Nesson's wife had passed away. He had hoped that the will left behind by the minor noble would bring him an unexpected income. Some of the noble families in Erouine had a long history, and it was possible that Borg Nesson's ancestors had been prominent for a period of time. Perhaps the wealth left behind would be an unexpected amount of wealth.
Brando believed that the will would not specifically mention it if that was not the case.
However, as Roen had said, his only hope now was the surviving daughter of Borg Nesson.
Roen had told them that the daughter of the minor noble was called Amandina. Rumor had it that she lived alone in St. Antoine's Gray Rat Street, right next to Black Pepper Alley. She had been living in seclusion all these years and rarely showed herself in front of outsiders. Although it was strange for a weak woman to live alone, she was still a descendant of a noble. In Erouine where the hierarchy was strict, most people would not dare to treat her lightly.
Moreover, such a noble daughter was not considered special in Braggs, especially for someone like Roen who sold information for a living. Most of the rumors he heard were eighty percent trustworthy.
Brando analyzed the situation and agreed that Roen might not be lying.
Of course, the number of people who had fallen for Roen's trick in Braggs was said to be more than the rats in Black Pepper Alley. There were often rumors in the inn that Roen even dared to deceive dragons and adepts. It was enough to show how lawless he was. The young man was well aware of this, so he simply placed his shining silver sword on the bald man's neck and let this cunning old fox personally lead the way.
On the other hand, the few idle youths that Roen raised finally understood that these two were not ordinary people after being taught a lesson by the red-bearded Batom. They obediently became obedient and allowed the three to leave Roen's lair unimpeded.
*****
It was almost evening when the three of them arrived at Gray Rat Street.
The bronze sunlight shone through the buildings on one side of the old street, smearing thick shadows 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 whole street was silent and silent in the darkness. Brando walked through the deserted street. His cloak swept across the stone slabs, and the breeze caused the fallen leaves to scatter.
He couldn't help but look back.
Batom couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene. He stroked his fiery red beard and cursed, "It wasn't like this when I came here a few years ago."
Gray Rat Street was located near the present day Cavalier Avenue, in the Saint Anthony District where the old Parliament of Nobles was located. This was one of the prosperous old districts of Braggs. In the past, it was considered a rich district where the nobles gathered. However, when the city was last reorganized, it had long been deserted. Now, this street was not much different from the Black Pepper Alley. They were both secluded places, but it was even more deserted.
Because compared to the latter, there were no mercenaries, adventurers, or prostitutes.
But it wasn't to the extent of being destitute.
Brando breathed in the dusty air and suddenly thought of something. He replied, "It must be because of the underground cemetery."
"That's right." The cripple laughed a little stuttered. The blade on his neck made him feel a little cold. "My lord, you might not know the situation as well as us locals. Two years ago, there was a strange incident in the underground cemetery. A group of Havel Sect's monks and saints who were supposed to clean up the tombs mysteriously disappeared after entering the tombs. Because it involved two senior monks and a priest, this incident caused a huge commotion in Bruglas. "
"And then? The Holy Cathedral didn't look for trouble with that old man Nagin. I don't believe that. "Batom asked.
"Of course not. The count was pressured by the Holy Cathedral to send the Silver-winged Cavalry into the cemetery to search. But they were attacked by monsters. In the end, only one person ran out with a mental disorder."
"What the hell?" Batom muttered.
The three of them talked as they followed the cripple down a dark staircase into an old apartment. The three-story wooden building looked like it was suffering from a serious asthma attack. The floorboards creaked as soon as one stepped on them. It was as if the entire corridor was shivering and could collapse at any time.
Seeing such a scene, Brando couldn't help but stop. He used the Thorn of Light to poke at the cobweb-covered ceiling and asked, "Cripple, what is this place? If I remember correctly, Borg Nesson has been missing for many years. But with his family background, he shouldn't be in such dire straits, right? "He said as he coughed.
"His daughter moved out of her home more than a year ago. I think it was because she was cheated," the cripple replied.
"A noble's daughter," Batom muttered.
Brando looked at his neck and didn't say anything.
The three of them finally stopped in front of a door at the corner of the corridor. Brando put away his sword and knocked on the door. He almost suspected that the sly old fox was lying to him again. But not long after, a violent coughing sound came from behind the door, and a soft voice asked, "Who is it?"
Brando was startled. He turned around and asked, "Is she sick?"
"I'm not sure." The cripple shook his head.
Brando thought for a moment and answered from outside the door, "Miss Amandina, I'm a friend of your father, Mr. Nesson. I have something from him that I want to pass to you."
There was a moment of silence behind the door, and the soft voice of a girl replied, "What is it?"
Brando took out the will.
"His letter."
There was the sound of a chair being dragged away from behind the door, followed by a long hesitation. Then, there was the sound of footsteps and light coughing. The voice came to the door. The girl behind the door asked with a slightly expectant voice, "I'm sorry, but can you bring the letter in from below?"
Brando looked down at the crack of the door and thought that the girl's alertness was quite high. However, when he thought about how she had been living alone for the past few years as a weak and delicate girl, he felt relieved. He nodded and replied, "I understand."
"Thank you."
The letter was passed under the crack of the door, and there was the rustling sound of paper being opened. There was another long silence. Just when Brando was wondering what the other party was up to, the door creaked open.
There was a girl in white pajamas standing behind the door.
Her slender hands were holding the door, and she was panting a little, but her face was calm. She was not tall, only reaching Brando's chest. The girl had beautiful black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall. Against the faint candlelight in the room, her hair seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light. The edges of her long hair hung down to her waist. She looked at the three people outside the door with her gentle black eyes, looking a little nervous.
"My father, he —?" Her gaze finally fell on Brando.
Brando nodded.
The girl's thick and dense eyelashes drooped down.
She thought for a moment and replied, "Actually, I should have expected this. But it's good, at least my father and mother are together. Thinking about it like this makes me feel a little more at ease. "
Amandina's calmness surprised Brando. He thought that she was a weak noble lady who did not have the ability to handle matters. He looked past the girl and behind her. The room she lived in was not very comfortable. In the dim room, there was a shabby bed and a desk. Half of the candlelight on the desk had been burnt out, reflecting the scattered papers on the floor.
This was almost all of her belongings.
It looked like her living conditions were poor, just like he imagined. [But this girl is also a scholar?] Brando looked at the thick books on the desk and could not help but think.
"My condolences, Miss Amandina." Brando thought for a moment and replied.
Amandina looked up at him and coughed twice. She asked, "Do you want to ask about the inheritance mentioned in my father's will, sir?"
Batum and Cripple, who were standing at the side, were confused.
"Yes." Brando hesitated for a moment, then chose to be honest. Completing a mission to him was as natural as making a deal, or vice versa. He did not feel that there was anything shameful about it. Besides, he thought that getting this money would be beneficial to both him and the girl.
Amandina folded the letter and frowned: "But I've never heard my mother mention such a place."
"So it's a debt." Roen seemed to understand something. Talking about this old profession made him a hundred times more energetic: "Brando, leave this matter to me."
He spoke in a shrill voice as he used his eyes to observe Brendel's expression. He could see that this young man from before was now a person of importance, especially the tall mercenary beside him, whose skills were even more extraordinary. Roen could not find anyone with such strength in his limited knowledge. He could not help but compare this person with a few noble guards he knew, and the result was that the former was better.
He did not know why such a person was willing to work for Brando, and he could not help but become more cautious.
"No need, Roen." Brando waved his hand and declined his kindness.
"It's only right to repay a debt." Roen replied from behind, but when he saw Brando's fingers touch the hilt of his sword, he immediately shrunk his neck and swallowed the rest of his words. He muttered in a low voice: "There are rules, there are rules … …"
Brando looked at the girl's clear eyes, as if to discern if she was lying. There was some worry in her eyes, but she did not look at him. It did not seem like she was deliberately lying. But to leave like this, Brando was a little unwilling. He could not help but frown. But after thinking about it, he could only smile in the end: "Forget it, it's fine. It's just a small matter. "
Brando could not agree with Roen's point of view. He could not force people into a dead end for a little benefit. Amandina had already lost both her parents, and her life could be considered to be in a difficult situation. How could he possibly want her to live in such a difficult situation? Of course, Roen had his ways, but if he did that, it would be strange if the little Roman did not bite him to death. Moreover, if Freya found out, it would be even more terrible.
Amandina coughed, but she endured it and straightened her body. She shook her head and said: "Sir, I don't need your charity."
Brando was stunned.
(PS: I was discharged from the hospital. I had to take six days of fluids and 4000 gold coins. Then the doctor chased me out. He said that there would be no more beds for the Spring Festival, and I would have to come back in March for surgery. Damn it … … This is a terrible system problem. Comrades, you must take care of your body. Pay attention to your diet, and have a regular schedule. Sigh, what a tragedy. I didn't listen to the advice of the elders before, but now I'm in trouble. The pain is excruciating, and I can't eat meat for the next one or two months. I can only eat porridge and vegetables. Oh God …) Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
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