"I didn't expect my lord's swordsmanship to be so high."
Amandina praised without reservation as they walked. The only time she had the chance to witness Brando's full strength was at Braggs' underground auction, but she was busy running away with Roman and did not have the time to see how Brando dealt with the Terracotta Captain.
The footsteps of the three people passed through the empty corridor inside the stone wall of the inn. A series of hollow sounds extended forward until the dark end of the corridor. The owner of the inn had carved stone windows into the rock wall to provide light. Looking forward, the natural light cast pale, faint spots of light on the dark floor at regular intervals.
"Yeah, Brando has always been very strong." Roman added with a little self-satisfaction. She narrowed her eyes with a hint of natural charm. She turned around and glanced at Brando with a smile. Brando's heart skipped a beat, and he was worried that she was planning something strange again.
This worry was not groundless. Before leaving the Forest City, Roman did not know her place at all. First, she pretended to be a merchant to visit the local nobles and investigate the market. Then, she secretly bought a map from the Brotherhood of Thieves from Magitan to Chablis. This could be said to be extremely daring, since privately drawing a map in this era was a risk of being hanged.
Of course, this matter was carried out without Brendel's knowledge. If it wasn't for the fact that she could never hide anything from him, he probably wouldn't have known that she was secretly doing these little things by herself. Hiding a map, pretending to be a noble, and forging documents and documents. Brando thought that he had already disregarded the laws of this ancient kingdom, but he did not expect that Romaine did not even care about the black cover of the kingdom's laws.
Of course, Brando suspected that she did not even know about the existence of the law.
But Roman was careful and cautious outside, and she was as smart as a little fox. She did not reveal anything at all. If Brando did not find her secretly counting money in the carriage, he would not have known that she had used these illegal methods to earn a small sum of pocket money.
Of course, Brando had already warned her about this matter, but she accepted it humbly and agreed with a few words. Perhaps only Martha would know how much she listened.
"What are you thinking about now?" Brando could not help but ask.
"No." Roman hurriedly shook his head as if something was wrong.
"Then why are you so nervous?" Brando's suspicions deepened, and he asked in a bad mood.
"Are you nervous, Brando?" Roman touched her small face and asked curiously with her eyes wide open.
"Don't try to change the topic, this trick of yours is useless against me, little Roman."
"Don't call me that … …" Romaine's eyebrows raised, but her eyes immediately, "Brando, can I go out by myself?"
"Of course not."
Brando flatly refused. He was not afraid that this beautiful little town of Chablis would be ruined by her, but he had other considerations. Today, he fought against Buga in front of everyone and used his master-level swordsmanship to intimidate everyone. Even the 'Maned Wolf' Makarov could not say anything about it. But that was only on the surface. After the hot-bloodedness of a warrior faded away, he felt that his thoughts had become clear again.
In the past, it was normal for a single mercenary or adventurer to join an unfamiliar mercenary group during a trip. In fact, anyone could run into trouble during a trip and have to rely on others for help.
Although the 314th clause of the mercenary contract rarely appeared in official contracts, it was not uncommon for a single person to join an unfamiliar group. Even though they were in a group on the surface, they were still working for their own interests. That was why other than helping each other, there was not much meaning to it.
Therefore, the written rules that stated that mercenary groups could propose tests for their members were actually just empty words in many cases. That was why Makarov the Maned Wolf and Buga's actions in the afternoon seemed to have a hidden meaning.
Brando could even see the suspicion in the eyes of the middle-aged man standing beside Buga. But was there a need for that?
He was a little doubtful.
Then he couldn't help but think of the scene outside in the afternoon. From the words and actions of the young man named Eke, it seemed that the mercenary group's operation to suppress the bandits this time wasn't as simple as he had imagined. [Do they have other motives? Or did they run into some trouble? That's what I want to know.]
He did not want these mercenaries to be after the same thing as him. That would be troublesome.
Thinking of this, Brendel could not help but frown deeply.
"What's wrong, Brando?" The Roman blinked: "Are you mad at me?"
"Of course not." Brando glared at her. He knew that she was not afraid of him being angry. She was just trying to find a topic to talk about. "Amandina, what did they say they were from?" Brendel turned around and asked.
He suddenly remembered something. This was a new question for him.
"The Grey Wolves Mercenaries."
"Grey Wolves?"
"Why, is there a problem?" Amandina asked.
"Nothing." Brando answered casually, and then muttered to himself: "… … Grey Wolves Mercenaries, Grey Wolves?" Shouldn't it be the Bluemountain Mercenaries? That should be Makarov the Maned Wolf. That's right, the middle-aged man was exactly the same as the description. There should be no mistake. But why was the name of the mercenary group different?
Could it be that there was a change in history?
He raised an eyebrow. There was another possibility that the mercenary group had changed its name. But in this field, changing a name was not a small matter. Not to mention the fact that it had to be registered with the Adventurer's Guild under the Holy Cathedral of Fire, it was a tedious and huge project. Under normal circumstances, it would not be successful unless there was a huge change.
Huge change?
Brendel raised his head and looked at the ray of natural light that shone through the stone window in front of him. His dark brown eyes flickered with uncertainty.
… …
"How is it?"
The red-haired middle-aged man touched the scar on his face and turned around to ask.
Standing at a high place, the cool breeze caressed his face. He could not help but squint his eyes and stare at the town of Chablis. The town was like a man-made hill, with a winding staircase going up the hill.
The name 'Maned Wolf' Makarov had been famous in the mercenary world for six or seven years, and it was left behind when he first joined the mercenary world. It meant that he was brave and fierce, and he fought without any regard for his life. He was like a ferocious alpha wolf. Because in the southern mountains of Aouine, the alpha wolf was also called a silver-maned wolf, hence the name.
"Hah." Buga put his hand on his forehead and smiled: "That kid's military swordsmanship is superb, almost at the level of a master. Even in the army … …"
He suddenly coughed: "You know what I'm talking about. If we're talking about swordsmanship, I'm not as good as him. That young man called Brando is a true genius, born for the sword. It's hard for me to believe that someone of his age could have such a deep understanding of swordsmanship. Do you know, I can't even move freely in front of him — "
He smiled: "Before I met young master Eke, I never believed that there were geniuses in this world. A person can only reach that level through hard work and hard work. But after meeting young master Eke, and especially after what happened today, I feel that I made a mistake. "
After saying that, he smiled, revealing his white teeth.
"You're comparing him to young master Eke?" Makarov turned around. The scar on his cheek was rumored to be from a battle with the Son of Night. But those who knew him well knew that he already had this scar before he became a mercenary: "I don't think that young man has such skills."
"That's why you're the commander and I'm the swordsman."
"So, you have a very high opinion of him?"
"Yes, but that young man reminded me of someone I know."
"Who?"
"A stubborn fellow. Let's not talk about that. I don't think that young man is a spy from Paper Cards. " Buga said: "If they have such a talented backup, everyone would know about it."
Makarov shook his head and smiled: "It's hard to say. This is a sensitive time. I don't believe that Paper Cards is here just to snatch a mission from us. Chablis is just a small town without much profit, how can it be so attractive? "
"You said that before, didn't you? You think they have other motives?" Buga asked.
"That's right."
"What are they after? Those Lizardmen Bandits have other plans, or …? "
"I'm not sure, but Eke has been acting strangely for the past few days," Makarov closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I'm worried. I can't let a bunch of bastards follow us. The last mission was also because of them. This time, I want to get rid of them once and for all. "
Buga looked at him.
"Grandmaster Eke agreed?"
Makarov nodded and shook his head: "Grandmaster Eke didn't say anything."
"Then why don't we wait?"
"We can't wait anymore. The Tree Herders are coming. Didn't you notice?" Maned Wolf said against the wind: "We'll leave in three days."
"What about that young man?"
"Let him follow us."
… …
(PS: We're all civilized people, so please don't be rough with me. I'm already very pitiful = =.)
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