Chablis' July Morning was a song composed with the chirping of the birds. When the first rays of the morning sun shone on the forest, the small town in the middle of the mountains was filled with vitality.
The house that was decorated by the natives was filled with the scent of mint leaves. Brando woke up early in the morning. It seemed that after coming to this world, the habits of a swordsman overwhelmed the habits of a gaming otaku. Sleeping in seemed to be something that happened in the last century.
Brando looked at the mountains of Chablis through the stone window at the side of the room. He pressed two of his fingers on the card and flipped it open with his thumb. The Wind Elemental Crystal that was placed at the side immediately vaporized into green smoke and merged into the card. A small whirlwind blew in the small space, and a dimensional rift opened and closed, and twenty Wind Spirit Spiders shot out from it.
Brando immediately gave an order. These little creatures that came from the Wind Realm immediately turned into mist with a series of squeaking sounds, and quickly turned into a cloud of smoke that floated out of the room. Seeing this scene, Brendel smiled and opened a mana potion.
"It seems to be a storyline quest." He frowned as he thought. This thought had caused him to be unable to sleep well for the past two days.
It revolved around a dungeon or dungeon, and after a certain period of time, a storyline would be triggered. These storylines were all deduced by the system, so it did not seem strange on the surface. In fact, the real-time quest system was one of the selling points of the 'Amber Sword'.
But in this world, it seemed like the storyline of the game was reproduced in real life.
[I understand this point.] Brando thought carefully and finally remembered something. It was something that was vaguely mentioned in a guide about the 'Balogon Ruins' a few years ago. It talked about the experience of the first party that entered the dungeon.
It seemed vaguely familiar.
But when he raised his head, his thoughts were interrupted. "Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door. It was definitely not a Roman person, because this young lady did not know how to knock. She was not afraid of people saying that she did not have a good upbringing. It could not be Amandina either, because she was always polite and would not be in such a hurry.
Brando had already guessed that it was Makarov's people outside in the blink of an eye.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and behind it were two young men. One of them was the white-haired young man who looked as feminine as a woman in the afternoon the day before yesterday. He was looking at him with a sour face. The other one Brando had never seen before, but he guessed that he was about the same age as the former. He had short hair and looked a little skinny. He was looking at the room curiously.
"Mr … Mr Brando, we are about to depart. You are?" The short young man looked at him with curiosity, suspicion, and awe in his eyes. Obviously, Brando's battle yesterday afternoon had left a deep impression on the new members of the mercenary group.
A young man in his twenties was able to fight to a draw with the deputy commander — this was what most of the young men thought. In the Grey Wolves Mercenaries, Buga's strength was far above Makarov's, and that was a publicly acknowledged fact.
In other words, this young man's strength was simply unimaginable at their age.
He had also heard of the legends of the Chosen One, but no one knew how strong the Chosen One was. He couldn't help but look at Brando, wondering if he was one of the legendary Chosen One. However, Brando obviously didn't know what the young man was thinking. If he knew, he would have laughed out loud.
In fact, with his current strength, he was still far from being a Reverend, let alone a Chosen One.
"Alright, thank you." He nodded at the young man without knowing anything, "We will be there soon."
But the white-haired young man immediately snorted.
Brendel could not help but look at this guy. After yesterday's interaction, he already knew that this guy was a nobleman's son who went out to travel. It was no wonder he had such an arrogant temper. As for why he joined this mercenary group, it was probably another story.
Anyway, he wasn't interested in knowing.
But even if he didn't mind, it didn't mean that the other party didn't mind. The white-haired young man was clearly angered by being ignored. He couldn't help but snort and say, "Listen, although I'm not your opponent, I'll keep an eye on you at all times. Don't think you can play any tricks —"
The young man beside him was stunned. He obviously didn't expect his companion to say such words. He couldn't help but turn around and open his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end.
"Oh? You're called Redi?" Brendel scolded him in his mind, then raised his head and asked.
"None of your business." The white-haired young man snorted.
"Are all nobles so uneducated?" Brando asked.
"You … …" The white-haired young man gritted his teeth and wanted to draw his sword, but when he thought of the difference in strength, he couldn't help but back down.
"I heard Eke escaped?"
"How did you know, you … …!"
Redi frowned and was about to question when he saw Brando's smile. He immediately realized his slip of the tongue and couldn't help but snort heavily: "You care too much, I'll tell the leader about this."
Brando thought to himself. Do you think everyone is an idiot like you? But on the surface, he still smiled and said, "I'm just asking. You know that I met Mr. Eke two days ago."
"Who knows?" Redi thought. But even though he gritted his teeth in anger, he still deliberately maintained a cold expression.
"I heard you and the Silver Sword Saint Gory Keyes came from the same place?" Brando changed the topic.
"And you … …"
The white-haired young man suddenly remembered Brando's previous ridicule and forcefully swallowed the words back into his stomach. In the end, it turned into a cold snort. But he also realized that he couldn't get any advantage over Brando verbally, so he simply dragged his colleague away and left Brando alone. He thought to himself that it wasn't like this guy couldn't find his way, and it was better if he couldn't find his way.
Brando couldn't help but laugh in his heart. That guy Gory Keyes actually had admirers. Back then, he learned the sword art called 'Heaven's Limit' from Gory Keyes. It was a pity that Gory Keyes had three intermediate sword arts, 'Heaven's Sword', 'Thunder's Sword', and his self-created 'Heaven's Limit Sword'. But Brando himself didn't even get a single advanced sword art mission. Instead, he was choked by that old guy's temper.
This guy definitely didn't know that Gory Keyes loved gambling, and his gambling character was extremely bad. Not only would he lose every bet, but he would also often not admit to it.
But the sword art 'Heaven's Limit' … Thinking until here, he couldn't help but smile. With the previous experience, this time would be easy. It was a pity that Gory Keyes should still be traveling around Cruz, or else he would be able to find him right now.
… …
Buga and Makarov looked at each other in dismay. But in the end, it was the mercenary leader called 'Maned Wolf' who couldn't help but ask: "Mister Brando, these people are?" He pointed at the twelve mercenaries beside Brando. With Martha as the leader, the entire Chablis' Lantern Grass Inn was under their strict surveillance. From the reports from the various hidden sentries, there were only ordinary guests staying in the inn since three days ago.
However, these guys who were carrying a bunch of flying axes, javelins, large round shields, horned helmets, and sharp blades didn't look like ordinary guests at all, did they? Where did they come from?
Brando obviously didn't understand Makarov's confusion. He shrugged and smiled: "They are my men. I remember I told you before that they are mercenaries that I hired. Erm … … They came from a place far away. As a merchant, I have to travel from place to place. These mercenaries came from a minority in the east of the kingdom, so please don't mind their attire. "He said with a smile as if it was true.
But Amandina and Roman looked at him.
Romaine thought with a simple thought that ordinary people could not understand. So Brando had connections with a minority in the east of the kingdom. He is indeed powerful! But Amandina's thoughts were not as simple as Romaine's. She had long suspected where Brando's men came from. Even though she knew that Brando had a mercenary group, they should be in Arreck's territory right now, and they shouldn't be from a minority.
The Shire as well. Even though Brando told them that The Shire had returned to Karsuk, she still felt that something was wrong.
But she could only bury her suspicions in her heart. She could not use it to question her lord.
Even Brando's aides had doubts, let alone Makarov and Buga. These two historical figures were considered to have seen a lot of things, but they couldn't figure out what was going on. Because of Eke's escape, the sentries they set up were at least Silver-ranked, but these Iron-ranked mercenaries still managed to sneak in without anyone noticing.
Makarov couldn't help but furrow his brows. His evaluation of Brando in his heart jumped three levels, and he became a little mysterious.
"So, commander Makarov, can we depart now?" Brando asked.
"Of course." Makarov nodded with difficulty. He made up his mind to place Brando's group in the middle of the group and keep an eye on them to prevent anything from happening. He was originally full of confidence, but now he wasn't so confident anymore. A young man with outstanding swordsmanship who was close to Silver-ranked, and twelve mercenaries who were at least Silver-ranked, gave him a headache just thinking about it.
He couldn't help but turn to Buga and grumble, "Old friend, this is the result of your investigation?" He couldn't help but ask.
Buga shrugged.
Makarov asked him to investigate the mercenaries that Brando mentioned, but he didn't find any clues after two days. He didn't expect these twelve people to appear out of nowhere. Even though they were only Silver-ranked, he didn't believe it himself. He looked at the strange mercenaries and thought that they must have used some method to hide their strength.
[What is this? Are they living people?] The future Grandmaster Swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes.
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