"There's an acquaintance here, Carl."
A man in a black knight's training uniform looked at the bonfire in the dark forest under the undulating mountain range from afar. The Grey Wolves Mercenaries seemed to be sleeping in a large cradle. It was quiet in the direction of the camp. Only the wind from the sea from the west infiltrated the night, causing the forest to respond with rustling sounds.
It sounded like the waves.
It also sounded like some kind of monster was screaming in the forest far away.
A tall monster was dragging the bloody corpse of a female sentinel out of the forest with its huge bony claws. If Brando was here, he would definitely recognize it. He had seen this huntress in the afternoon. However, she was now a lifeless corpse. The monster's empty chest made cracking sounds, and the orange flames in its eyes flickered. It was dissatisfied with the black Knight's casual attitude. "It's not your turn to teach me a lesson, little guy."
The monster's voice was dry and squeaky. It reminded people of clockwork that had not been maintained for a long time.
It straightened its body and threw the corpse down. The dead mercenary fell into a bush like a ragdoll, and the crackling sound of twigs snapping could be heard thirty-four feet away. However, this place was too far away from the Grey Wolves Mercenaries' camp. It was difficult for such a small sound to travel that far, especially in the windy night.
The knight in black frowned as he glanced at his companion.
He saw a group of ghost-like translucent spiders that were green in color and emitted a faint glow. They screeched as they jumped down from the treetops.
… …
'Thud.' A soft sound was heard.
Brando was startled. He looked at the card that had fallen out of his pocket and was lying flat on the ground. The card had turned gray. It was a Wind Spirit Spider. It had already entered the graveyard. However, the first thing he felt was not heartache. Instead, he picked up the card and was stunned. He immediately raised his head and extinguished the oil lamp. The surroundings became dark. The farthest light outside the tent was a hundred feet away.
'So fast.'
He was caught off guard.
In the evening, the Grey Wolves Mercenaries chose to set up camp in the windy valley. Brando suggested to Makarov the Maned Wolf that the two sides should keep a distance from each other to avoid suspicion. Although Buga and Makarov were a little surprised, they still agreed. Brando didn't trust them, and they didn't trust the young man's subordinates either. Thus, the two sides, each with their own ulterior motives, reached a consensus.
However, Makarov didn't expect that Brando would use this as an excuse to escape.
The young man crawled out of the tent, and his skin shivered a little from the cold air. Even though Chablis's mountain area was extremely hot during the day, the temperature in the valley dropped drastically at night. If a traveler didn't prepare a tent or a sleeping bag, he would still be cold. He looked left and right, and a few figures could not escape his senses. Even though Brando did not go through professional training, his 3.7 OZ perception was equivalent to a person with a natural gift. He could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground a hundred meters away in the silent night.
[It seems like Makarov only suspects us and doesn't have any ill intentions towards us.]
After confirming that there was no one nearby, he carefully crawled out of the tent. At this moment, the young man was fully armed. He wore nail armor and carried all the necessary weapons and tools. He dragged a backpack with one hand, which contained the necessary water and food. He then approached a tent not far away and patted the cloth. After a few seconds, a curious voice came from within.
"Brando?"
"Roman, why are you here!" Brando was speechless. He confirmed that it was indeed Amandina's tent.
"It's a surprise!" Amandina laughed softly in the tent. She was a little pleased with herself.
"Surprise my ass."
Brando turned around in annoyance. He saw Amandina coming out of the Roman's tent with her hair tied up. She had an apologetic look on her face, but Brando knew that if the Roman had any ideas, she would not care about what others thought. He sighed and apologized to the noble lady: "I'll have to trouble you … …"
Amandina was surprised.
A faint smile appeared on her face. She looked at the tent behind Brando and said: "I can see that my lord really likes the Roman lady." She mouthed the words.
Brando nodded.
He allowed Amandina to do as she pleased. It was not only because he felt a sense of familiarity towards such a carefree girl, but it was also because of Brando's soul. On the other hand, the Roman lady was the first person he met in this world. He had a special feeling towards her.
Moreover, this merchant lady was smart and carefree. Very few people would dislike her.
Even though Brendel was only nineteen years old in this life, the two souls in his body determined that he was no longer the shy youth he once was. He understood what he should pursue and what kind of responsibilities he had to bear. He opened a corner of the tent and saw Amandina looking at him with a charming smile.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
Both Roman and Amandina nodded in agreement.
Brando raised his head. As if in response to his movement, more than ten figures came out of the surrounding tents. They didn't need to talk to each other as they began to quietly put away their tents. Although these mercenaries were fully armed, with all kinds of metal weapons hanging from their belts, they didn't make a single sound when they moved.
It was Amandina's first time seeing Brando's' summoned from the cards', but her bright eyes quickly flashed with a trace of surprise. [What a group of well-trained mercenaries. Where did he find these people?]
The Mercenaries of Lopes were able to leave their illustrious name in the long river of history. Naturally, they were not just for show. The creatures summoned by the Card of Fate represented a collective concept. In other words, the twelve mercenaries were a group of 'heroic spirits' that best reflected the strengths of the Mercenaries of Lopes. Loyalty, honor, high morale, strict discipline, and they did not fear death and pain like real creatures. They were probably the best soldiers that had ever appeared in this world.
Unfortunately, Brando felt that the number was still too little.
Even so, it was enough to make Amandina speechless. She quickly touched her cheeks and looked at Brando. She suspected that she was dreaming.
It was not that she had never encountered mercenaries before. Nobles would more or less interact with these people because of their own businesses. Of course, other than the ruffians and scum, most mercenaries were more or less related to the military.
But that was it.
The best mercenaries she had seen were none other than the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. The 'Maned Wolf' Makarov's mercenaries were definitely not ordinary mercenaries, but compared to the twelve mercenaries in Brendel's hands, it was like the difference between clouds and mud. The inherent laziness of mercenaries could not be seen in these people. They seemed to have something that was rarely seen in mercenaries.
Amandina furrowed her eyebrows. She could not determine what it was at that moment.
But after a flash of inspiration, she remembered the difference. It was pride and honor. She took a deep breath. Very few mercenaries who relied on fighting for a living would maintain a sacred sense of honor for their profession. It was more similar to a Knight's sense of honor. She could not help but look at Brando again. In her heart, she was certain that these people were not mercenaries, but retainers that this young man brought out from his family.
The more she thought about it, the more certain she became.
A young noble leaving his family to carve out his own world. This was like the plot of a legend. When she first heard Brando say this, she felt a little yearning. After all, everyone had the spirit of romance and adventure in their hearts. Even Amandina, who had received the most orthodox education since she was a child, was no exception.
Assisting a young Knight who started from scratch to conquer the world was an irresistible temptation for a girl of her age who had received such a degree of education.
But from the looks of it, this Lord did not start from scratch.
Amandina was pleasantly surprised as if she had discovered a small secret. Of course, she did not feel depressed because of this. On the contrary, she felt relieved. She convinced herself that at least this meant that Brando was prepared. He was not a hot-blooded young Knight who acted blindly and only wanted to imitate the ancients.
However, Brando did not expect that his subordinate would have so many thoughts after seeing his' card soldiers'. Of course, if he knew what Amandina was thinking, he would definitely think of a way to do it a few more times. This way, he would be able to easily gather a large number of loyal retainers.
But he did not have the mood to care about these things.
He quickly realized that he had encountered a small problem. The twelve Mercenaries of Lopes quickly tidied up the camp. But when they gathered together and prepared to wait for the next order, Brando suddenly noticed two figures walking over from the Grey Wolves Mercenaries' camp. He immediately frowned. He had clearly seen one of the two figures walking over.
It was a white-haired youth called Redi.
Brando immediately thought that the other party might have noticed the commotion here, but he quickly suppressed this suspicion because the two people were clearly not walking towards them. He calculated the path that the other party would take. It should be between their camp and the Grey Wolves Mercenaries' camp. He was slightly startled. These two fellows wanted to go outside the camp?
Traitor?
Brando immediately thought of a possibility.
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