"Sword, Sword Aura …" Roen's expression changed.
He could not help but take a closer look at Brando. He suspected that this young man was not the one he knew. The Brando he knew was just a young man who came out of the militia. Perhaps he had some reputation for his swordsmanship, but it was impossible for him to become a Master Swordsman who had awakened his Elemental Power in just half a year, right?
Amandina gripped the door frame tightly, then let go. The sudden turn of events had exceeded the limits of her imagination. She bit her lips. She did not expect that the person who brought news of her father would be a Gold-ranked Swordsman. Such a young Great Swordsman. She could not help but wonder if this young man was actually an Enlighter who was born with the power of a level one Elementalist.
Batum crossed his arms and remained calm. He took in everyone's reaction and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. The first time he saw this knight display such a sword technique, he was also shocked. Of course, he also had a faint sense of superiority because he knew that Brando's true strength was not limited to this.
As for the 'Knights of the Order', they were already stunned. They tried their best to guess Brando's identity, but even with their limited imagination, they could only think that he was a noble, or even a descendant of a large family. They didn't dare to think about it any further.
But who would have thought that such a young Swordsman would appear in front of them?
Of course, it was possible that Brando was not a Great Swordsman at all. But he did not mind creating such a misconception in front of these people. Just like what he wanted, this impression was deeply engraved in their hearts, enough to make them want to retreat.
Brando retracted his sword and replied: "Did you hear that? This young lady said that her father does not know Tirste."
"But …" The leader finally recovered from the shock and spoke subconsciously with a conflicted expression.
Brando secretly made a gesture to Batom.
"But what? Hurry up and get lost!" The red-bearded mercenary looked at Brando and immediately turned back to order sternly.
The few of them looked at each other. Brendel clearly did not want to reason with them. They were familiar with this attitude, but they usually did not bother to reason with others. They wanted to directly attack, but the person standing in front of them was a Swordsman of the Order of the Thistle. Even without the bodyguard's help, the young man alone could take them all down in ten seconds.
The leader almost choked, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He replied: "I understand, sir, you have decided to interfere in this matter. In that case, I hope you can let us know who is going against Lord Tirste. "
Brendel glanced at this guy and thought that he was quite the character to use words to provoke him. If he was a real noble, but he was a Swordsman.. However, he was also secretly vigilant, because if he refused to answer, it might cause these people to suspect his identity.
The leader of this group was quite clever. This kind of scheme that was put on the table could be said to be an open conspiracy. [The 'Owl' Jon.] Brendel made a mental note of this name.
He thought for a moment and smiled inwardly. He took out a piece of paper from his bosom, folded it in half, and threw it over. "Give this to your Lord Viscount. As for my identity, you are not qualified to know."
The few of them were stunned as they looked at the folded piece of paper on the ground.
Left with no other choice, these people could only obediently pick up the pieces of paper and dejectedly return to where they came from. They only gave the cripple a deep look and did not say anything else. Of course, Brando had the initiative, so they would only embarrass themselves if they said anything.
After the last person disappeared around the corner, Brando turned around. The first person he saw was Roen. He could not help but smile and asked: "What are you thinking about, Mister Roen?" In fact, other than Batom, this cripple was the only one who knew his true identity.
Batum could be trusted, but this cunning old fox was a different story.
"No, nothing." Roen quickly denied.
The little old man's heart was filled with bitterness. He did not expect that leading the way would cause such a big disturbance. If he had known, even if Brendel really wanted to stab him to death, he would not have stepped into this muddy water. Needless to say, he had offended Tirste. At the very least, Tirste had remembered him. His days in Braggs would not be so easy.
But this was not the most important thing. He knew this, and he believed that the young man beside him knew this as well. As for whether Brando would trust him, even Roen did not trust himself. But he happened to know Brando's true identity. Would he go to Tirste to explain and reveal Brando's true identity? There was no need to think about it. That was what he thought.
But he could not help but look at Brando. This young man would not give him the chance to do so.
What would Brando do? If it was the old Brando, it would be hard to say. But now, this young man was a lot more decisive than when he left Braggs. Roen could not help but feel a chill down his spine. He could almost imagine what would happen to him.
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. In the end, he even began to tremble.
"B-Brendel, if you kill me, they will definitely suspect your identity." Roen could not help but stutter as he replied.
"It's the same if I go missing." Brando smiled.
"Yes, yes," the cripple replied bitterly.
"But you don't want us to believe you, do you, Mister Roen? How likely do you think it is?" Brando asked.
"Yes … a little."
Brando looked at him with some disgust, but he still shook his head. "I won't kill you, Roen."
Roen was slightly stunned. He looked at Brando in disbelief. His small eyes flashed, as if he was wondering why this young man would say such a thing. Lie to him? It did not seem necessary, but Brendel did not look like a naïve person at the moment. He thought hard for a long time, but could not come up with a reason.
Could it be that this young man had a wicked hobby of toying with his prey? He could not help but feel his hair stand on end.
But Brando replied, "Have you heard of a pledge of allegiance, Roen?"
"What?"
"You don't know? It doesn't matter. You just need to understand that as long as you hand over something like this, we will be on the same side. "Brando smiled and replied.
"You want to drag me down with you?" Roen sucked in a breath of cold air. The young man's smile was similar to the devil's in his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, but decided that this was the only way. In any case, he had to trick this young man first. But how could he gain the other party's trust?
Snitch? But he was not familiar with Tirste.
Kill one of his men? Nobles would not care about such a small matter.
Roen hesitated for a long time, but Brando continued, "Roen, did you commit any crimes in Arreck before you joined this line of work?"
Roen's heart seemed to have been struck by lightning. His expression changed as he looked at Brando as if he had seen a ghost. "No … no."
"That noble is called —"
"Stop!" Roen screamed. His face was ashen as if he had just been fished out of water. He was sweating profusely as he gasped for air. He raised one hand and shouted, "I understand, Brando, stop talking. I know what I have to do. Damn it, Brando, you must be a devil. I have never offended you —! "
Brando smiled. Roen killed a noble family in Arreck 30 years ago and changed his name to Braggs. This was a famous quest in The Amber Sword. The guy's future was not good, and he was hanged. But it was not the cripple's fault, and the noble was not necessarily a good person in the story.
Roen was only telling Roen about this to force him to join him. In Erouine, Roen's crimes were second only to treason. Roen believed that even Tirste would not be able to protect Roen. Only by relying on this would he be able to control Roen.
But he saw that Roen's emotions were unstable, so he tried to calm him down. "Don't worry, Roen. I am not trying to use this to threaten you. I know the cause and effect of this matter. You are not at fault. But I have no intention of being a messenger of justice. I am only trying to protect myself. As for you following me, I can at least guarantee that Tirste won't cause you any trouble. I hope you remember that this is a win-win situation, and not a situation where one side has to obey the other. "
The cripple looked at him suspiciously.
"You don't believe me? The piece of paper I gave them said it all, Roen. "Brando replied.
"What was that piece of paper?" Batom couldn't help but ask.
"It's just a small habit. I'm sure Tirste will suspect a reasonable opponent based on that note." Brendel smiled. He didn't know if Tirste was involved with the Unifying Guild, but it didn't matter. Roen decided to stir up the conflict between Tirste and the Tree Herders first.
Count Turtledove was one of the core members of the Tree Herders, and he was also the main political enemy of the Duke of Grinoires. He was also an admirer of Tirste's fiancée. Brando thought that this identity would be enough to give Tirste a headache.
Perhaps Tirste would be able to clear up the mystery, but it didn't matter. After all, Brando had nothing to lose. He wasn't a Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, and he didn't have to speak the truth to his enemy.
Roen was stunned for a moment after listening to Brendel's words. He looked at Brando and couldn't help but say: "I really wonder if you are a demon in disguise, Brando. You weren't like this before."
"I am forced by the situation." Brando shrugged and looked at Amandina who was listening to their conversation.
"What do you plan to do, Miss Amandina?" He asked.
Amandina lowered her head. She knew that the choice was no longer in her hands. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made the wrong decision. After all, this young man did not seem to be as courteous as she had imagined. She thought for a moment, and could only answer in a small voice with some reluctance: "Didn't you already consider everything for me, Mr. Brendel?"
Brando smiled. Amandina's intelligence should put many noble ladies to shame. He really didn't know what kind of environment she grew up in to produce such a girl. But since Amandina didn't mind, he didn't need to be pretentious. He patted the scroll in his arms and answered: "Miss Amandina, I actually saw your talent and ability, and I hope that you can work for me. I need your ability, and in return, I am willing to support you in your research. Of course, as my person, I will naturally ensure that you will not be harassed by those people before. "
Amandina coughed twice and looked up at Brando. Her bright eyes looked straight into Brando's eyes, as if to confirm whether he was lying or not.
"You want me to make these machines for you? But my mentor said that I'm not very talented in this area. "
"Indeed," Brando nodded: "But there are many craftsmen who make and design Magitech devices, but I can only find one person who is proficient in 'that' design."
"That is only a half-finished product." Amandina became serious and interrupted him. But she immediately realized that she was being rude and couldn't help but lower her head and shrink back.
But Brando didn't mind. He asked in return: "Miss Amandina, you gave me a half-finished design as a thank you, which means that you have confirmed its value. Then why don't you allow me to give it a higher evaluation? There is an old saying in my hometown, 'Everything is difficult at the beginning.' This saying is enough to evaluate the value of your design. "
Amandina was slightly startled, her eyes shining: "Everything is difficult at the beginning?" She looked up again and asked tentatively: "Then, Mister Brando, are you really willing to support me on this path?"
"To be honest, I don't have the funds right now, and I don't even have a foothold for myself. But I think I will have it soon." Brando answered frankly: "Is that right, Mister Ron?"
"That's right, that's right!" The clueless cripple hurriedly nodded his head.
Amandina thought for a moment and bit her lips. "Very well," She nodded, her bright eyes filled with determination: "I accept your offer, Mister Brando. But I don't want to be idle. Before you have enough strength, I am willing to be your assistant. Only when I see it with my own eyes can I be at ease. Besides, I believe that I have the ability to — "
She stared straight at Brando as she answered.
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