"Yes, these adventurers have been here since a week ago. No, to be more precise, they are mercenaries. "Amandina replied calmly.
Brando looked at her in surprise.
Amandina found a trace of satisfaction in his surprise. "My lord Knight, are you surprised that a noble's daughter who never leaves her house has the ability to deal with these matters?" She turned around and asked.
"I'm just curious about where you learned your skills. You know that this is the reason why Highland Knights are trained. Indeed, a noble's daughter who never leaves her house is able to speak freely in front of others, and it's enough to make people look at you in a different light. " Brando patted the Roman's shoulder to prevent her from wandering too far away from the sights.
Unexpectedly, the Roman comforted him: "Brando, don't worry, I won't get lost." She said. For a moment, Brando was speechless.
He could only look at the Roman with an embarrassed expression, and wondered what kind of structure was in her brain to make her thoughts so different from others.
Fortunately, Amandina helped him out of his predicament. "Socializing is an instinct of a noble's daughter, my lord Knight." She said humbly, but it was not difficult to hear that she was secretly happy.
Brendel was taken aback for a moment before he laughed. "Not every noble lady can put down her status and interact with a country bumpkin." He was not wrong. In Erouine, the Highlanders were considered vulgar country bumpkins in the eyes of the nobles. Even the lords of the Highlanders could not get along with the lords of the Northern Empire.
For example, the two important ministers of Anson's Eleventh Era, Duke Hernandez and Duke Longblade, often mocked each other in court, causing even Emperor Anson to have a headache.
"Because I'm different from them. I'm just a poor girl, my lord."
Brando laughed and shook his head.
"These mercenaries must have come to Chablis at this time of the year because of the bandits in the forest. Erouine often raises money to hire mercenaries to wipe out the bandits entrenched in villages and towns that affect people's daily lives. This has become a common practice. " He walked along the paved streets of Chablis and brought the topic back to the main topic. "In densely populated areas, the ones who hire these mercenaries are mostly the local police or militia. In remote areas, a village will pool all its money to pay for these mercenaries."
Amandina was taken aback. She had never seen such a description in books before: "There's such a thing?"
"It was the same in Bucce in the past, the Roman also paid for it." The Roman answered without turning his head, poking his head out of the narrow roadside with great interest, and gazing down at the crisscrossing streets.
"Only in places where there are guards would the guards be used to dealing with the local bandits themselves. Thus, it is not unreasonable for the royal family to place their hopes in their 'new army'. Indeed, the guards represent a new force in Erouine, but I don't know if this force will have the chance to grow. "
"Moreover, there will only be one generation of them that can be used." Brando raised his head and said deeply.
Amandina lowered her head and began to think about some things again.
At this time, Brando and the other two heard a shout from behind them: "Stop right there!" The three of them were startled and turned around, but they realized that the shout was not directed at them. They first saw a young man rushing through the crowd and hurriedly running past them. However, before he could run a few steps, he was stopped by two mercenaries in front of him.
The two mercenaries pulled out their swords and blocked the young man's path: "Eke, where do you think you're going? You bastard, have you forgotten the rules of our mercenary band? "
The young man was slightly taken aback and could not help but look around in panic, but he realized that there were mercenaries in leather armor surrounding him with shining swords. In fact, Brendel happened to be at the edge of the encirclement, but no one noticed him, and he was happy with it. He pulled Romaine back a step to avoid being involved in this inexplicable battle.
"Capo, what are you trying to do?" The young man called Eke realized that all of his escape routes were sealed and stopped to catch his breath. He immediately pulled out a short sword from the scabbard and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he asked nervously.
"You know what you've done." A mercenary wearing a grey robe walked out from the crowd and looked at him coldly: "Otherwise, why would you choose to run away today? Have you forgotten the oath you made when you first joined the mercenary band? Our leader and the others treated you like a brother, but why would you betray us? "
The young man was stunned for a moment and showed a struggling expression: "Capo, I didn't betray you."
The mercenary named Capo looked at him carefully and sighed: "Come back with us, and we'll naturally believe you."
The young man shook his head: "No, Capo, please don't ask. I've said it before, we can't go to Balogon Forest … "He hesitated for a moment and shook his head:" Please trust me this time. Trust me, I won't harm you. Think about the past, how could I betray you, betray everyone — "
"Enough, Eke!" The mercenary showed a pained expression and interrupted the young man: "No matter what, you have to come back with us and return to our leader's side. If you have anything to say, go back to the camp and our leader will listen to your explanation. Eke, listen to my advice. Our leader raised you and if you leave here, you'll be abandoning him and your comrades. " He pointed at himself and the others: "Do you see that? These are your comrades. What are you trying to do?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, but took a step back in the end: "Don't say anymore, Capo. This time, I'm clear that I'm the one who's right. I won't go back with you. Furthermore, I have to stop you from going to that place. I don't know what to say … "
He looked around and saw that the other mercenaries were getting closer and closer to him. He couldn't help but beg: "Capo, on account of our relationship, let me go. Believe me, I won't let you regret this, I swear. "
"Brando?" The Roman saw this scene and couldn't help but ask softly.
"My lord?" Amandina also turned her head.
Faced with such a situation, the two ladies asked the only person they could rely on at the moment if they wanted to leave for a while. But Brando shook his head and looked at the young man with a thoughtful expression.
On the other side, Capo saw the young man's determination and knew that it was useless to say anything more. He took a step back and signaled to his men. The mercenaries immediately rushed forward from all directions and sealed off every path of retreat for the young man called Eke.
In fact, Brendel was taken aback when the mercenaries made their move. He immediately realized that these mercenaries were not weak at all. Some of them were even as strong as Leto, which meant that they were at least mid-level Iron-rank. Even though most of the mercenaries who roamed the outside world had some reputation and strength, Brando was still surprised to see so many powerful mercenaries in a small place like Chablis.
Not only Brando, but Amandina also noticed this. She wanted to say something, but she calmed down and carefully observed the scene in front of her.
Even though she was just a weak noble's daughter, she was still more knowledgeable than Romaine and Freya who came from the countryside.
But what shocked Brando even more was the young man.
Under the encirclement of seven or eight Iron-ranked mercenaries, he calmly lowered his center of gravity and rushed forward, grabbing a mercenary's sword with one hand. The youth's movements were so fast that Brendel almost did not see it clearly. He only saw a flick of his hand, and the mercenary was thrown over his shoulder and fell to the ground.
Then he leaned to the left, and another mercenary was sent flying. His direction was exactly where Brando, Roman, and Amandina were standing.
Brando was stunned. Normal people would not be able to withstand the force of this collision. The young man was at least a Silver rank. He seemed to be two or three years younger than Brando, and he could not help but sigh. As expected of the chaotic times, monsters appeared one after another. The first person he saw when he came to this world, little Phyllis, was an outstanding talent. Bretton, Irene, Freya, and that Viscount Tirste were all outstanding talents.
In normal history, there were only a few of these people in a generation. But just from Bucce to Bruglas, these small places, he had already seen a few of them. It had to be said that in the chaotic era after Vaunte, there were indeed some predestined factors in the unseen world.
Of course, thinking was just thinking, but his hands were not slow. He used Explosive Strength to catch the mercenary who was about to crash into him, and then held him up. Brendel almost lost his balance and took a step back. He could not help but exclaim in his heart that the mercenary was too strong. Perhaps the Iron rank mercenary would not be affected by this collision, but if it was a passerby, even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured.
But he thought that if he still had the Thorn of Light, he would not have ended up in this situation.
But this young man is really reckless, he thought.
The mercenary who was knocked dizzy finally caught his breath. He turned around and looked at Brando in surprise. He probably did not expect a random passerby to have the strength of an Iron rank. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that he should thank Brendel.
"… … Thank you, sir."
Brando shook his head and interrupted him. His gaze was still on the small 'battlefield'. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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