"Chaos?"
Batom sat on a thick tree stump. It was probably an elm or beech tree, a common tree in Grinoires. He sneezed as he stepped on the roots of the tree. The veteran mercenary rubbed his nose and raised his head in disbelief.
There was an abandoned lumber mill in the outskirts of Braggs, and there were sparse tree stumps at the edge of the forest. Most of the lumber came from the upper reaches of the Pine River, and the people here stopped the drifting logs and processed them. A corner of the lumber mill was hidden behind a pine forest not far away, and only the corner of the building could be seen from this direction.
It was close to the time when the first moon rose, and the first wave of magic. The Matatanians called it the 'Slumber of All Things'. Planeswalkers could only use 'Blue', 'Black', 'Grey', 'Green', and 'White' cards during this period. Usually, they would set up defenses and prepare for a counterattack.
When the silver crescent moon appeared in the sky above the pine forest, Brando saw the last few birds flapping their wings as they flew through the shadows of the forest. Then, there was silence, and only the sounds of owls could be heard.
The city of Bruglas was already far to the north. Standing at the edge of the forest and looking towards the north, along the grey hills in the north, there was a bright light, as if the stars in the sky had fallen on the dark earth, forming a dazzling net of pearls – the lights were brilliant.
Brando was not unfamiliar with this place. When he was young, he would practice swordsmanship with his grandfather here every morning. To another soul, this place would become the den of a local Brotherhood of Thieves seven years later. Later, the Princess Regent suppressed the illegal merchants, and the underground auction market in the city was moved to this place.
But that was something that happened many days later, and there was a faded yellowish color in his memory, just like an old photo. What made Brando a little confused was that he could not tell if the memory was before or after.
Amandina stood in the night, a little uneasy. She wore a beautiful moon-white dress. She had never been to the outskirts of Braggs so late in the night. Of course, when she was still the daughter of a noble family, she didn't often participate in the excursions of other noble ladies.
Amandina always thought that she was a bit of a loner, but at the same time, she pridefully believed that it was because she was more knowledgeable than the other girls.
She stared at the silver moon above the pine forest. The dark forest made her nervous, but there was also a hint of curiosity. It was as if the romance of an adventurer and the thrill of pursuing the unknown had taken root in her heart. It made her want to continue to stay with these people.
This kind of life was both novel and full of unknowns to her.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down and continued Batom's words. "If Tirste isn't testing us, I'm afraid that the Unifying Guild is plotting something and needs us to attract the attention of the nobles. Of course, I think it's more likely that it's a combination of both. "
"That's good, my lord. It's best that we don't have anything to do with those demons in human skin." Batom sat on the tree stump and said loudly: "Now that the bastard in the noble's skin is not here, he can't threaten any of us. Didn't my lord say that you want to go to Randner? Let's go there together! Let's go far away and see what he can do to us! "
Amandina heard Batom's words and looked at Brando. She only found out today that Brando's true identity was not only a high-ranking member of the mercenary group, but also the mastermind behind the scenes. This made the young man even more mysterious in her eyes.
But what made her even more determined was that Tirste, who had been secretly searching for her, was actually a member of the Unifying Guild. The Erouine organization in the Sea of Abyss was not as simple as it seemed. Amandina's face turned pale when she heard that name.
Amandina did not think that Brando would lie to her, but this young Knight did not seem to have the need to.
Amandina quickly saw Brando shaking his head.
Brando retracted his gaze from his stats. With his rich knowledge and experience in the game, he had already figured out the Planeswalker class. Or rather, it should be said that the Planeswalker class was not a class.
He saw that he still only had a few identities and professions: Mercenary, Militia, Commoner, and Scholar. This meant that the Planeswalker itself wasn't counted as a profession. It couldn't even be counted as an identity or a secondary profession.
Brando thought for a moment and understood the meaning of this existence. The core of the Planeswalker class was the Cards of Fate, and it should be a large and unique system of items. Players could use this system to simulate and realize the abilities of any class.
In other words, this thing was a set of rules that were outside of the original rules in the game. Even though it looked very strong, if every player could grasp it, it would not be considered as a ridiculous ability.
Of course, if there were only geniuses, why would it not exist in the original game, but appear in this world?
But what made Brando feel a little strange was that it was clear that this system of items had the ability to grow, and this growth was not limited to relying on more cards to achieve it, but was closely related to the holder's personal ability. He found that when he was only level 10, he only had four cards in his hand. But when he reached level 13, the number of cards in his hand had increased to five, and the red, gold, and gray elements in the Elemental Pool that represented the Knight deck had increased by one slot.
But at this time, he heard Batom's words.
Batom's words could be said to be his thoughts in a certain way, but Brando knew that he could not think about this problem at this time. He was no longer the simple player he used to be.
He had already realized that perhaps getting involved with All For One might be a decision that was beneficial to him. Of course, he did not want to wallow in the mire with those who did not care about human lives. On the contrary, he was thinking about how to play as a spy.
So he shook his head.
"What?" Batom hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "My lord, you want to work with them? But those people are not good people, they have never had a good reputation. "
Amandina originally wanted to say something, but now she did not say anything. Brando's decision made her sigh in relief. In fact, she wanted to remind Brando that All For One's power was not small. If Tirste was willing to let him leave, then there must be a backup plan.
She didn't want the Amber Sword mercenary group to make a strong enemy before they even left Grinoires. As Brando's aide, she had subconsciously seen the mercenary band as the young Knight's private property.
"Of course I know who those people are, Batom. But you have to consider the consequences. Since I proposed this to that guy, I will not say a lie that will be exposed immediately. "Brando said to Batom.
"Then, don't we have to incite the refugees to riot?" Batom could not help but scratch his head, a little reluctant.
"Of course not, Brando will definitely have a way. It's like this, when we were in Bucce, we called him the almighty Brando!" The little Roman stood by the river and bent down to pick up stones to play with the water. When she heard Batom's words, she could not help but turn around and say:
Since when did you give me such a nickname in Bucce? Brando glanced at the little brat and could not help but think in annoyance.
But the little Roman's current actions did not match her current clothes and temperament at all.
She and Amandina had changed their clothes. Their original set of clothes had already been ruined in the chaos at the auction house.
The little Roman did not bring any change of clothes. During the journey, Brando bought a few sets of clothes for her from a nearby merchant's house. The merchant girl had been hiding them like a treasure. But this time, she temporarily wore a dress from Amandina's house. The little Roman wore a black dress with gold trimmings that matched her slender waist very well. Only the bottom part of the dress revealed a circle of white laced petticoats.
Originally, when she walked, she had her own unique temperament, full of confidence. She raised her head and puffed out her chest. Her well-developed bosom showed a beautiful curve under the tight tunic dress. Amandina felt a burst of jealousy looking at her.
But Amandina specially tied her light brown hair up and put on a flower accessory. When the little merchant girl walked out of the room, she proudly twirled around Brando and smiled sweetly at him. Even now, Brando was still a little dazed when he saw her.
But she looked very much like the female merchants in the port of Ampere Seale. But no one of that status would roll up their sleeves, reveal their white arms, and bend over to carefully pick up the stones on the riverbank to see which one could fly farther on the water.
In fact, Brando did not even understand why this girl had to wear such troublesome clothes when she came to the wilderness.
Of course, the answer to this question would probably be: Because I am a merchant. This kind of answer did not go through the brain.
Batom listened to the Roman's words and looked at Brando in confusion.
Brando nodded: "In less than half a month, these refugees who have gathered in the south of Braggs will have problems. The upcoming celebration will appease them for a while, but in the end, it will not solve the root cause. Those nobles who live well will not understand. "
"Really?" This time, Amandina showed a look of curiosity.
Brando nodded. The August riot was not a big deal in history. But it was enough to provide an answer to Tirste, and it did not take much effort for them to do so.
Brando did not have the intention to stop the riot, and he did not have the power to do so. The refugees needed space to survive, and settling them down was a difficult task. The nobles were not willing to take up this burden, and no one could take it up.
There were tens of thousands of mouths to feed.
Batom opened his mouth. He did not expect this complicated problem to be solved so easily by Brando. He could not help but turn to look at Amandina. Amandina was faintly worried. She was not like the careless red-bearded mercenary who only had the simplest line of thinking. She always felt that Brando seemed to know more than any of them.
Brando saw Roen and his men coming out of the dark forest, and his spirits lifted. He sent Roen to investigate the situation in the city, and it seemed like there was some progress.
As expected, Roen and the two short burglars came out of the bushes and said to Brando: "We've investigated it thoroughly. It was indeed those trash who neglected their duties. The undead disguised themselves as merchants and entered the city."
"Who was it?" Brando asked.
"A cavalry captain called Carancado." Roen replied. He wanted to say something, but he saw Brando shaking his head. Brando happened to know this Carancado because he was the future commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry of the White-Mane army.
"This guy is from the Royal Faction." Brando muttered to himself.
[So that's how it is. Neglecting their duties is not as simple as it seems.] He could not help but think of the Fire Seeds at the auction. This matter was probably related to the Royal Faction. Everything that happened in Braggs in The Amber Sword was later covered up, or else Brando would not have known about it.
This meant that there was an unknown power behind this.
The Royal Faction was playing with fire.
Brando could not help but break out in cold sweat when he thought of the cause and effect of this. Only Oberg the Seventh could think of this. Wasn't this inviting a wolf into the house? Fortunately, Incirsta's dragon intent was not in Grinoires, or else the situation in the south of Erouine would be ruined.
Of course, he could not help but think that Oberg the Seventh could have caused the situation in the south to deteriorate to the point that it could not be worse.
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