Brando knew the background of the game like the back of his hand. If Amandina's knowledge of this world was limited to the books, then he was a complete veteran. He stared into Capo's eyes. Even though this leader was obviously going easy on him, Brando was still able to determine his strength from the details of his attacks.
He was probably above average Silver rank.
[He's almost at the level of a captain in the White-Mane army. He's probably just a little bit weaker than a commander. This shows that this mercenary group is not to be underestimated.] [Even though Retto's group is just a bunch of retired mercenaries, all of them are above average Iron-ranked. Brando guessed that they were not much weaker than these people in front of him when they were at their peak.]
He had asked Retto and his group of friends about their background once or twice, but Retto did not seem to be willing to talk about it.
On the other side, Capo felt a strange feeling in his heart when Brando looked at him. This feeling was almost instinctive. He looked at Brendel's pair of dark eyes that seemed calm and bottomless. In fact, Capo had been to many places as a veteran mercenary and had seen many important people. Some of them were nobles in Erouine, some were merchants, some were from the North, some were from the South, some were from the Mountains, some were from the Tower Tribe, and some were from the Desert Tribe. He had even seen one or two mysterious wizards. But none of them had a pair of eyes that were as calm as this young man's. He had a smile on his face as if everything was under his control.
It was an expression that was filled with confidence and confidence.
For a moment, this experienced mercenary had the illusion that all of his secrets were known to the other party. He frowned and shook his head to throw this ridiculous thought out of his mind. But he did not know that this was the truth. He did not expect that Brando would be able to see through him just by looking at a few details.
In this era, there were not many people who knew Imaria's swordsmanship. Even Capo himself did not know that his swordsmanship came from Imaria. He was only taught by someone when he was young. Not to mention the fact that his strength had been seen through with just two sword strikes. It would be too ridiculous if word got out. Unless the young man in front of him was a swordsmanship grandmaster who was hiding his strength, that would be more like it.
His gaze landed on Brando's clothes. They were from Braggs. Even though the clothes of Grinoires were similar to those of the Southern Erouine, they were far from the Mountains. Capo was about to speak when he noticed this, but Brando's words were cut in front of him.
"You're not from this place, right? Mercenaries?" Brando's gaze passed Capo's eyes.
When Brando spoke, Amandina and Amandina's left and right respectively. Amandina was from a noble family and was well-educated. She naturally knew that this was not the time for her to speak. However, the future merchant girl seemed to be born with such knowledge. She obediently blinked her eyes and looked at Brando and Capo without saying a word.
Capo was slightly surprised.
"Yes, you are?"
"We pass by Chablis a few times every year. Even though we're not locals, we're at least familiar with this place. In fact, when I entered the town, I was wondering why there were so many travelers in Chablis. " Brando's face did not change as he spoke the non-existent truth: "Until I saw you guys, I just remembered that you're mercenaries."
Amandina's eyes flashed behind his back, but her expression did not change. Amandina's little Roman listened with a smile, as if Brando was speaking the truth. It had to be said that Amandina was born with the ability to deceive people.
"We're here to exterminate the Lizardmen bandits in the forest." Brando's answer was reasonable, and the key point was that he was calm and composed. No one could see any flaws in his words. The experienced mercenaries naturally did not have any doubts and replied in such a manner.
Moreover, their reason for coming here was not a secret.
However, Capo was still vigilant and didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he asked: "How many times do you pass by Chablis in a year? Sir, you're a merchant right? If you have any use for our mercenary group, please feel free to call us. We will definitely provide the best service. "
As he spoke, he turned around to look: "But I'm sorry, we have a small problem here. I'm afraid I'll have to leave immediately. If you have time, I represent my leader to welcome you to our mercenary group as a guest."
Brando smiled. This guy was obviously trying to stall for time. He probably wanted to find the young man from before. However, he pretended that he did not see it and put on a 'sudden realization' expression: "I see."
"That's a coincidence," he added quickly.
Capo was about to leave when he heard this sentence: "What's wrong?"
"It's like this." Brando smiled and went along with Capo's words: "Actually, I didn't come to Chablis for business. I came to look for something."
Capo was stunned for a moment before he stopped with a frown.
"What are you looking for?"
"It's just a stone tablet with ancient records. It's in the Balogon Ruins, and it's in the Silver Elves' stone tablets. But as you know, Mr. Capo, the ruins were occupied by a group of Lizardmen a year and a half ago. " "The last time I came to Chablis was three months ago to investigate the Lizardmen bandits in the forest. This time, I brought a few mercenaries with me and wanted to sneak in to steal the stone slab, but I didn't expect to meet Mister Capo and the rest of you here." Brendel replied calmly as though there was really something going on. "That's three months ago. I came to Chablis to investigate the Lizardmen bandits in the forest.
Capo was completely stunned: "You're saying … …"
Brando immediately nodded: "Yes, according to the rules, in order to avoid conflict, I suggest that we use the 314th rule of the Mercenary Code to come to an agreement. How about that? My men and I will temporarily join you and fight alongside you as long as we don't endanger ourselves. After the mission is over, we'll go our separate ways and take what we need. How about that? "
The rules of the mercenary world were mostly not written down, but it was enough to settle most disputes. However, the rules between mercenaries and their employers were usually strictly enforced, but disputes between mercenaries would often lead to different opinions. About a century ago, the Adventurer's Guild, which was a subordinate organization of the Holy Cathedral of Fire that managed adventurers and mercenaries, had compiled these rules into a code that was commonly used by mercenaries. This code was called the Mercenary Code, and it was a temporary solution to these disputes in the future.
This code had been modified, added, and deleted over the past hundred years, and it was now quite complete. However, there were still some unfamiliar terms in it. For example, the one Brando mentioned was a rule that was popular in the northern highlands of Erouine about a hundred and fifty years ago, but it was rarely mentioned in this era.
That was why Capo couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this suggestion.
"There's no problem with this code … …" Capo looked at Brando suspiciously: "But I don't have the right to decide. If you're interested, you should go and meet our leader. His name is Makarov, also known as the 'Maned Wolf'. He's in the inn right now, you should be able to find him there. "
"No problem." Brando nodded: "Then I'll take my leave first. I won't delay Mr. Capo's business any longer."
Capo had already regained his senses and only nodded in response.
Brando didn't mind Capo's reaction at all. He already had this thought when he saw these people. Even though the Lizardmen in the Balogon Forest weren't ferocious existences, it would still be troublesome for him to deal with them alone. However, if he could borrow the strength of these mercenaries, things would be much easier.
The Sage Slate was nothing more than a slate in the eyes of those who didn't know what it was. In fact, in the past, the value of these stone slabs only increased after cross-region missions became more frequent.
That was why Brando believed that he had the ability to convince Capo.
But who was the leader that Capo mentioned again? 'Maned Wolf Makarov?' Brando paused for a moment before he realized that he had almost forgotten about this important piece of information. So it was the Bluemountain Mercenary Group. This was one of the twenty-two most famous mercenary groups in the southern border. But didn't the Bluemountain Mercenary Group only become famous in the Year of Spring?
That would be five years later.
He rubbed his forehead and felt a little puzzled. Did he remember it wrongly, or did history change in some way?
However, what Brando didn't know was that Capo was also puzzled.
… …
"Captain, who is that?"
Capo looked at his subordinate and shook his head, "I'm not sure, but he seems to be a local merchant."
"He seems to be very familiar with our rules. There are 314 rules, but I've never heard of this rule before. It can't be fake, right? "One of the mercenaries asked.
Capo shook his head. Of course, he knew that it wasn't fake. However, he only remembered this rule after Brando mentioned it. This wasn't a big deal as there were more than 700 rules in the mercenary group and it was impossible for one to remember every single detail. In fact, other than the core 13 rules, most of the rules were just supplementary explanations and weren't as strict in real life.
However, the more Capo thought about it, the more mysterious Brando was.
He felt that this young man wasn't as simple as he seemed.
"It's always good to have more people." Someone immediately said.
"That's not necessarily true. Who knows if they're spies from the other side."
"That's true."
"Don't worry, even if it's temporary, he has to pass the leader's test." A mercenary replied, "The leader will definitely send Gabu. Sigh, it's a pity that Eke has this problem. Otherwise, he would be in the limelight again."
Speaking of Eke, the mercenaries couldn't help but fall silent.
(PS: I originally wanted to write three chapters, but I realized that I'm still a little rusty. But no matter what, I'm finally able to catch my breath. I wrote intermittently during the Chinese New Year and couldn't find the feeling for it. I've only slowly recovered these two days. I should prepare to recover and speed up. Sorry for the long wait.) (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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