The battle was over before it even started.
Brando ordered the Mercenaries of Lopes to toss the two unconscious Silver-Winged Cavalry soldiers to a corner of the room. Then, he realized that the swordsman might have already caught up to him. He clutched his left shoulder. The wound from the sword was still burning. With his current strength, even the slightest hesitation in front of a Gold-tier rank-1 swordsman would be fatal. This was not like the battle with the Crusader Executioner or the White Knight Ebdon. With a difference of almost 20 times, the effect of experience was negligible.
In other words, if Tirste went all out, Brando wouldn't even be able to catch his movements.
He wiped his sweaty, throbbing forehead and could not help but feel suspicious. Even though he did not know what the other party was up to, the fact that they targeted him as soon as they met made Brendel wary. He wondered if the swordsman was an assassin from the All For One because the only organization he had ever offended was this organization.
But it didn't seem like it. All For One was low-key and secretive. Even if they wanted to take revenge, they wouldn't choose to do it in such a public place like the auction.
Unless they were in cahoots with Madara. But that would be even more ridiculous. All For One worshipped Chaos and were the secret followers of the Twilight Dragon. How could they be in cahoots with the Order of the Darkness, Madara? Brando shook his head to clear the messy thoughts in his mind. He pointed to his' subordinates' and said, "The six of you, split up and run." The most important thing right now was to think of a way to stay alive.
He gave the order, but immediately felt that it was unnecessary. Brando immediately had the urge to call them back, but after some thought, he decided against it. It was better to be safe than sorry. After all, there wouldn't be much of a difference whether they were there or not.
In The Amber Sword, if he could summon twelve Iron-ranked Warriors at his level, it would definitely be a very satisfying thing. But in this cold and unfeeling real world, there was a level-3 swordsman who seemed to be looking for trouble with him. This made him a little uneasy.
Those who had unlocked the third level of power would have an average strength of at least 100 OZ. Brando thought that since the opponent was a swordsman who rarely used thin swords, then he must have walked the path of Elven Swordsmanship. If he had more than 120 OZ of agility, then his reflex speed would be 23 times that of a normal person, and his burst speed would be 47 times.
With the support of such an ability, the opponent could reach a speed of more than 700 kilometers per hour in a straight line, which was more than double the maximum speed of a Formula One car. It was even close to the speed of the earlier generation of jet fighters. His physique was strong enough to support him moving forward at this speed, offset the resistance wall, and the pressure on his internal organs.
According to The Amber Sword's calculation method, a character with 120 OZ Dexterity would have a Constitution of at least 60 OZ Dexterity. Such a person's skin alone would have a defense comparable to more than 200 millimeters of tilted armor. Brando thought about what kind of damage one of his most powerful attacks, 'Wind Bullet', could do to a 200mm inclined steel plate.
At most, it would be a dent.
In other words, a level-3 swordsman was almost a humanoid monster.
Brando couldn't help but wonder if he would fly out and crash through the auction house if he were to exchange blows with such a person. If he wanted to, such a guy could search the entire auction house in a few dozen seconds, so even if he sent out all twelve of them, it would only delay him for a few seconds at most.
A few seconds was nothing to him, but for the opponent, it was enough to kill him back and forth several times.
Brando took a deep breath. He thought that since he came to this world, everything was still within the scope of his plan. He had been careful to avoid the existence of these high-level people. In the whole process of the adventure, the only flaw could be said to be that he accidentally provoked All For One, but he had also been careful to avoid the other party's gaze.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he would never think that it was just a coincidence. He turned back to pull out the sword of the soldier, and then turned back to look at the door. The remaining Mercenaries of Lopes had sealed off the corridor, and the messy space in the corridor seemed to have been sucked dry of air, and it was filled with a dry and dead silence. This dead silence was unsettling.
Brendel displayed the Holy Sword Card. It spread its snow-white wings, and a huge sword with mysterious golden patterns appeared behind his back. This was the third time he displayed this card, and the power of honor surging on the sword seemed to be reflected into his body, as if he could destroy walls with a flick of his finger. But Brando understood that this was an illusion caused by suddenly gaining a huge amount of power. In fact, the Holy Sword Card only compensated for his attack power, allowing him to enter the Silver level in a certain aspect.
But this power only gave him the comfort of being able to hurt his opponent. In fact, he understood that if they really fought, he might not be able to catch the opponent's movement and would be pierced through the throat. Of course, everything was not always the case, and Brando thought that he was not completely without a chance.
At this time, he finally heard a few screams coming from the corridor, and the 'Mercenaries of Lopes' card that was maintained in the secret ground of the Holy Tree instantly dimmed by half.
Brando's heart tightened, and he looked up, just in time to see the silver-haired young noble slowly coming out from the corner. The man was wearing a short black cloak, and one of his hands was hooked around the hilt of a thin sword. The crystal-like sword had a few traces of blood on it. Brando recognized the sword: Crystal Scorpion Sting. In the 'The Amber Sword', this sword's damage was not even in the top of the list of weapons above level 60, but the toughness and strength of the sword itself was one of the best. He remembered when he was still a hothead, he once heard a veteran say that if someone was used to using this kind of sword, at least it meant that he was very confident in his own strength.
Brando did not dare to fully believe that, but from the way this young man acted, he did seem to be someone who was confident in his own strength.
While he was dealing with Tirste, the noble swordsman was also looking at him with his glassy purple eyes. The silver-haired young man's gaze first fell on the shadow of the Holy Sword behind Brando's back. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his gaze swept across the others. They were all Iron-ranked fighters, and this young man had some strength, but in Tirste's opinion, it was not a problem. At this time, since showing his fangs would be a deterrent, it was better to keep them. Tirste sheathed his sword and smiled. It was a smile as sweet as a woman's.
The young man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: "Where have I seen you before?"
Brando did not know what the young man was up to, but he could only force himself to be calm. He smiled disdainfully and went straight to the point: "Naturally, because about a minute ago, you stabbed me in the shoulder. And before that, I'm sure I've never seen you before, sir. "Tirste replied with a hint of annoyance.
As he replied, he quietly opened his status panel. Rows of data flowed down like water and appeared in front of him.
First was the free experience: 4730.
After the series of battles, his experience reserve had once again increased. Not only did the [Elemental Revelation Scroll] save him nearly 2000 experience, he also skipped the series of quests to open the Elemental Pool. This was too important for him who was pressed for time.
At this time, Tirste shook his head without the slightest hint of anger: "No, that was even earlier. I'm sure I've seen you at the cavalry headquarters. "
"Cavalry headquarters."
"That's right."
"Who are you?" Brendel suddenly realized something, but when he thought about it, he relaxed instead. He let out a sigh of relief and looked at him calmly.
"My name is Tirste, this is the name I gave myself. It means' Tiryhd 'in the ancient language of the Cruz people, meaning' resistance '. "Tirste smiled:" If you're asking for my identity, I'm the deputy of the Silver-Winged Cavalry's commander, the third rank Sergeant Major of the White-Mane army, Viscount Manowar of the Kingdom of Erouine. But compared to these tedious titles, I still prefer my name. It's simple, but it's filled with the meaning of sacrifice. " Brando rarely saw a person who could boast about his own name with such a smile, but now he had seen one.
So it's him. Brando suddenly understood. Could it be that what they did in the Grey Rat Tribe's streets was exposed? But that was unlikely, unless it was Cripple who sold them out. But would Cripple have the guts to do that? Brando shook his head and forced himself to calm down. He did not want to be caught red-handed.
Viscount Tirste.
The illegitimate son of Duke Grinoires, Viscount Tirste of the Manowar region. Such a person was not too conspicuous in Erouine's short history, but he was not as unknown as a commoner. Brando's impression of him stopped at the tragic love story between him and a female bard. Of course, that was something that happened later.
But Brando knew this person's personality. This viscount was a person who appeared to be open-minded and eclectic, but his heart was so meticulous that it was close to being inflexible. Brando once suspected that Tirste was the deputy of the Silver-Winged Cavalry's commander, Megeschke, and that he might be involved with the Unifying Guild. And this person's whereabouts were mysterious, which proved this point. But when he first met this Viscount Tirste, he could not help but be taken aback. Tirste did not look like a person who had been oppressed and ostracized for a long period of time. Tirste's face was calm, and perhaps he did not have good intentions. But this kind of malice was very calm, and did not make people think of words like 'fake' or 'hypocrite'.
Tirste's smile was like a beautiful venomous snake. Even though he knew it was dangerous, he still felt calm and graceful.
Tirste held his sword in a scabbard that looked like a walking stick. The meaning of this threat was obvious. But the silver-haired young man seemed to be saying: "There's something between you and me that needs to be settled. I won't rule out the possibility of stabbing you with my sword, but other than that, there's nothing we can't talk about." It was as if this kind of person did not care about life and death. He had his own attitude and goals.
Seeing this, Brando knew that he would not be able to find any flaws in this person. But when he was still Sophie, he had a stubborn personality, or else he would not have fought with Madara for ten years. That was why he calmed down and smiled coldly.
"I don't remember offending you before, Viscount."
Tirste's purple eyes flashed. He always felt that this young man was not simple. Tirste had made a sudden move, and the fact that a low-Iron-ranked swordsman was able to escape was enough to prove that he was capable. But now, he was even more certain of this.
It was a simple sentence, but it was both a counterattack and a trap. Tirste seemed to have grasped his personality. The silver-haired young man suddenly felt a little awkward. He could not help but rub his nose. Of course, he did not want to be led by the nose, but he could not pretend that he did not hear anything. His confidence did not allow him to do so.
"Well said, but not everything in this world is given a choice." He replied.
Brando narrowed his eyes slightly. Tirste's first soft approach was followed by a hard one. It seemed that things were not going as well as he thought. But it was impossible for him to hand Amandina over to Tirste. As he thought about it, he secretly allocated all his experience to the mercenary class. The mercenary class immediately jumped past level 11 and 12, and his total level reached level 20 for the first time.
At the same time, his strength broke through the double digits for the first time, reaching 10 points.
Even though it was not enough for Tirste, it was still considered a mid-level Iron-ranked fighter.
"What are you trying to say?" He suppressed the power of the Holy Sword with one hand. His palm was sweaty, but his expression was calm as he asked.
"Let's get straight to the point. What is your relationship with the Retto?" Tirste seemed to have noticed Brando's small movements, but he did not say anything. Instead, he asked calmly. Tirste's attitude made Brando even more nervous. As an experienced warrior, Brando could almost see Tirste's path of attack from every direction, and he could not help but break out in cold sweat.
[This Tirste looks like he doesn't care, but he's actually very cautious of me.]
But he was more surprised by Tirste's question. In fact, Brando's expression almost changed when he heard this question. Fortunately, he was a veteran, and his mental fortitude was not just for show. It was only then that he calmed down and exhaled without leaving a trace. He asked in return, "What Leto?"
Brando acted as if he did not know anything, but his heart was in a perilous situation. Which faction did Tirste ask him this question from? The nobles? The White-Mane Army? Or the Unifying Guild? All of them were possible, but none of them were supported by the core evidence. But the problem was, how much did they know?
Brando forced himself to stare into Tirste's eyes. This was his specialty. He had fooled many top players in Madara in the game, but it seemed to have lost its effect this time.
Tirste did not find any clues from the youth's actions, but it was precisely because of this that his suspicions were raised. He smiled: "Your answer doesn't mean much to me. To me, killing you is the easiest way. But your performance has made me appreciate your talent. I don't mind what you say, but you know that it doesn't mean anything to me. "
Tirste looked at him with his glassy purple eyes and smiled: "You're Brando, right? I only have one question for you. Are you willing to join us? "
Brando wanted to play dumb and ask: "You?"
However, he couldn't help but gulp when he saw the other party's hand on the sword and the pitch-black Ringed Serpent on his finger. He knew that Tirste was giving him an ultimatum. He had to either agree or report to Lady Martha.
But joining the Unifying Guild was a torment for Brando. In his previous life, the Unifying Guild was second only to Madara.
And that was not the most important thing. Brando knew that once he joined this notorious organization, he would be branded with their mark for life. This was not the path he wanted to take. As long as he was not at a dead end, he would not even consider this path.
But joining the Unifying Guild and Tirste's sword, he had to choose a side.
Brando could not help but stop his actions … …
Dead silence.
… …
(PS. Shouldn't a patient be resting after visiting his family and friends every day? My word count is a bit low these few days, but I'll try my best to make up for it after I'm done with my work.)
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