"Then I'll take my leave." Brando put away the scroll, but when he looked at Amandina's situation, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He hesitated for a moment before asking: "… … Is there anything I can help you with?"
Amandina shook her head. "No need, thank you," She leaned against the door and whispered: "Thank you for bringing me news about my father, sir." She coughed twice.
Brando couldn't help but think that she was a confident and stubborn girl. He thought about it for a moment, and he didn't have much money on hand. Even if he wanted to help others, he would have to wait until after the auction that Cripple had arranged for him. When he was about to leave, he heard the sound of messy footsteps coming from the stairs not far away.
Everyone was startled and turned around at the same time. "There are quite a lot of people," Batom put his hand under his cloak: "Seven, no, eight."
"Don't be nervous, this is Braggs." Brando stopped Batom and stared in the direction of the stairs. But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of curses coming from down the stairs:
"Fuck, I really don't want to come to this damned place. That girl is so stubborn, I think we came here for nothing. "
"Shh, these noble ladies are all like this, they're so arrogant on the surface. As long as we scare them a little, I guarantee that they'll tremble like little animals. No matter what we ask them to do, they'll obediently hand over the things. "
"In my opinion, the Baron already said that it won't be a big deal even if we do it with her. She's just a fallen noble, if we don't teach that damned girl a lesson, she won't know what we do. "
"What do you know, how can you believe the words of a noble? They're worse than the demons in the underworld — "
A group of people appeared at the corner of the stairs, just in time to meet Brando, Batom, and the others. There were exactly eight of them, and all of them were wearing the new light grey uniform of the Public Security Cavalry. They obviously didn't expect there to be people upstairs, and almost all of them had an expression of surprise on their faces.
Their eyes first fell on Amandina, then back to Brando and Batom, and finally to Cripple who was blocked at the back.
"It's you! Cripple, what are you doing here? "The leader frowned and asked.
Brando stopped Cripple and asked: "Who are they?"
"A hooligan from Hood District. I didn't expect you to become so pretentious after not seeing you for a few days. You're even wearing leather." Cripple's eyes flashed as he stared at the security cavalry uniform on the other party. It seemed that he didn't like these people.
"Hmph, nothing good comes out of a dog's mouth." A person on the other side cursed.
But the leader stopped his comrade, and Brando's actions showed that he was the leader of the three. The leader couldn't help but feel a little confused. Even though Cripple from the Black Pepper Alley wasn't a great person, he had always been a loner, and was famous in their circle. But today, he was with these two unknown people, what was the meaning of this?
Especially when they were together with the daughter of the fallen noble, things became a little troublesome.
"You are?" He thought for a moment and decided to test them first.
Brendel glanced at him but did not pay any attention to him.
He turned back and saw Amandina's hands gripping the door frame so tightly that her joints were a little white. The girl lowered her head, and even though she didn't speak, these subtle movements made the young man feel the fear and panic in her heart. He thought for a moment and asked: "Are they here to cause trouble for you?"
Amandina nodded.
"What's the matter?"
"They said that my father owes them money."
"Your father can't be a gambling addict, right? Why do they all lack money —" Cripple who didn't know the truth muttered from behind, but he immediately saw the girl's eyes that were about to spit fire. He was so scared that he subconsciously swallowed the rest of his words.
"Does your father owe them money?" Brando asked.
Amandina's eyebrows furrowed and she shook her head: "How could my father have dealings with people like them?"
Brando thought for a moment and turned back: "And who are you?"
His words were steady and powerful, and the leader of the group saw that Brando spoke in an orderly manner. He was already a little afraid, and his heart skipped a beat. He thought that this young man must have some backing. Even though he couldn't see Brando's face under the shadow of his hood, he could tell his age from his voice. He hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to blame Brando for ignoring his rudeness. After thinking for a while, he said: "We are the knights of the Order of Knights under Hadel's rule. I'm 'Owl' Jon, and these are my brothers. We were entrusted by … … Viscount Tirste to collect the debt."
"Since when were the knights of the Order of Knights in charge of this?" Batom crossed his arms and couldn't help but sneer at the back.
The seven or eight people in front of him were embarrassed. A few weeks ago, they were just a bunch of commoners who hadn't seen much of the world. Now that they were in front of this mysterious young man, they couldn't do anything, and they couldn't refute him either.
The leader of the group wanted to slap himself in the face, but he didn't expect to be caught red-handed.
Fortunately, one of them couldn't help but grumble: "It's only right to repay a debt."
Brando looked at them and asked: "Who do you want to collect the debt from?"
The knights of the Order of Knights fell silent again. They looked at each other, and the leader finally answered: "It's the young lady behind you, sir. Her name is Amandina, and her father owes Tirste a large sum of money."
Brando scratched his ear. Tirste's name sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite remember it. He thought that this kind of person must have a certain level of fame in The Amber Sword, but had deviated from the main story. This kind of person was either an insignificant character like the Golden Apple Lord, or a person who was better at hiding his or her identity.
He turned around and asked: "Who is Tirste?"
"A young man about the same age as you. He's the deputy of the leader of the Silver-Winged Knights, Megeschke. There are rumors that he's the illegitimate son of the Duke," Roen's face changed and whispered: "Brando, it's best if we don't get into a conflict with these people. They're Tirste's men, and you can't afford to offend them."
The old man couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't speak too disrespectfully, or else he would've gotten himself into trouble. But once he regained his composure, the cunning old fox began to think about how to get out of this mess.
But Brando heard the hidden meaning in his words and smiled. "Cripple, you seem to want me to get into a conflict with this Tirste that I've never met before?" He asked.
"No, no, I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare." The cripple, Roen, laughed awkwardly. He didn't expect the other party to see through his little trick so easily. But he didn't know that Brando knew his little trick like the back of his hand.
Brando looked at Amandina again, and saw that her face had turned pale. She had obviously heard Roen's words. Compared to her father, Megeschke and the Duke of Grinoires were people of a higher status. If these people wanted to cause trouble for her, she could only close her eyes and wait for death.
But Brando thought that Megeschke, the leader of the Silver-Winged Knights, was a noble with a military background, but in reality, he was a lackey of the Unifying Guild. Tirste didn't have much of a reputation in The Amber Sword, and the only thing he was famous for was his illegitimate son. Brando finally understood why he wasn't sensitive to this person's name.
The only thing that puzzled him was that it was rare for the nobles of Wohnde to kill each other. Even if the royal family tried to seize power, it would only be done under the table. Tirste knew about Amandina's situation, but what was the meaning behind his actions?
Was there a grudge between the ancestors? It didn't seem like it.
Brando couldn't help but think that Tirste might have taken a liking to Amandina. That was not impossible as the nobles often played this game. [But this is a little troublesome. Let's not talk about whether she's willing or not, but I'm not willing either. The value of the designer of the Mana Conduction Device is almost immeasurable. I'm not going to let her slip away from me. I didn't want to express my desire so urgently. Firstly, I want her to lower her guard, and secondly, it's the nature of a merchant to bargain when doing business.]
But it seemed that the plan had to be changed.
He turned around and asked: "Does your father know Tirste?"
Amandina quickly shook her head. She was a smart girl, and immediately figured out what Tirste was trying to do just like Brando. She had never seen Tirste before, but his methods were disgusting. She subconsciously thought of the closest person she could rely on. She couldn't help but look at Brando, feeling a little nervous.
However, Brando did not disappoint her.
The young man immediately drew his sword after hearing that. The gleaming Elven sword sent chills down everyone's spines. Drawing his weapon meant that the negotiation was over. However, the leader still wanted to salvage the situation. He cleared his throat and was about to speak, hoping that Brando would consider Tirste's influence, but before he could, Brando had already swung his sword.
Swoosh! A ripple passed by everyone, like an invisible gust of wind. The pressure of the wind made everyone's hair flutter in the air. That was only for a moment. Then, with a click, a button that was nearly five meters long was opened on the ceiling.
There was silence in the dim corridor — —
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