Redi and the person beside him were getting closer and closer, and the two slender figures were like ghosts in the forest. Everyone stopped and looked in that direction at the same time. Amandina lowered her head to estimate, and her expression changed. She immediately looked at Brando, her black gem-like eyes filled with anxiety.
Their camp was in the middle of the forest, and the Mercenaries of Lopes had already put away their tents. Even if the other party was just passing by, they would definitely notice something was amiss.
"Don't be impatient." Brendel stared in that direction and replied.
Even though most of the people present did not understand what he meant by 'don't be impatient', they subconsciously quietened down. Brendel raised his hand, and the calm expression on his face calmed everyone down. It was a clear hint to the others that they should not act rashly.
Amandina opened her mouth slightly.
The Mercenaries of Lopes were Brando's summoned creatures, and their first duty was to carry out the orders of a Planeswalker. Even if there was a cliff in front of them, they would not hesitate to move forward, let alone such a small request. But in the eyes of the noblewoman, these veterans who looked like they had been through hundreds of battles and should have been proud of themselves, just because of a small action from Brendel. The degree to which they obeyed his orders to the extent that it was shocking.
No one spoke.
She subconsciously held her breath, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The wind in the valley whistled above their heads. The wind came from the mountain pass in the south, and it was like an invisible hand passing through the branches, causing the leaves on the top layer of the canopy to rustle. The dancing branches caused the dim starlight to flicker, and the intertwining light fell on Redi's face, causing the white-haired youth to have a gloomy expression.
The two of them were not as careful as Brando expected, and it could be said that they did not care about the crackling sound of the branches breaking. Brando suddenly remembered that Makarov did not tell too many people that their camp was in this direction. This meant that Redi did not know that the two of them were approaching Brando's group.
"Even the Maned Wolf doesn't want to cause trouble?" Brando thought.
There were less than a hundred feet left.
Brando believed that as long as that guy walked to the edge of the forest, he would definitely notice the abnormality here. As long as he insisted that it was because he didn't trust them, they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. Even though the two of them looked suspicious, Makarov would rather trust his own party members.
He was equally nervous, but he didn't show it on his face. The young man looked to the side and saw that the mercenary named 'Nightsong' was also looking at him questioningly. He was the leader of this group of mercenaries, and it was as if he was the leader of this group of mercenaries. He was experienced and wise. The old mercenary's intention was clear: Should we take the initiative and 'kill' him?
But get rid of him? Easier said than done.
This was a very common choice for mercenaries.
Brando struggled. Although this was not the first time he had killed someone, it was different this time. [If it's Pine Fortress, there's no room for survival. I'm not so pedantic that I can ignore the threat to my life.] But in the end, he still had a soul that came from a civilized society, and to kill without hesitation just because of a suspicion was instinctive. But how could he not understand that for someone in his position, being indecisive was a taboo?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Should he follow the will of this world and completely cut off his ties with the past? Or should he stick to his bottom line? He was Brando, but he also had Sophie's mark in his soul. If he denied this point, it would be the same as denying everything in the past.
Perhaps that reality was nothing more than an illusion. Otherwise, why would he be in this world right now? Or was it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou? Who could say for sure? However, the memories that belonged to that world were so deep. The joys and sorrows of the past at a certain point in time seemed to be engraved in the memories of yesterday. How could he deny it?
If he cut off the memories of the past, then what was the point of all his hard work? If he lost his soul, would he still be called a person? Even if he was, he was afraid that he would not be the same person.
For a moment, a mess of thoughts filled his mind, but it was also like a sharp sword that cut through all the knots in an instant. He opened his eyes like the king of the Macedonians. His eyes were clear, and he had found his answer.
"My Lord?"
Amandina saw through Brando's hesitation, and she could not help but be slightly startled. She originally thought that this kind of decision was natural for a young noble like Brando, and there was no need to consider at all.
This was the rule of the game between nobles.
When Brando heard the girl's question, he turned around and looked at her. She could not help but be stunned again. She did not think that Brando would show such a look — self-deprecating, relaxed, and a trace of regret? She did not know where this young Knight's compassionate look came from, and when did Erouine, a cold-blooded noble, become like this?
Perhaps it was the tears of a crocodile, but it did not seem to be necessary. Or could it be that the highland Knight of Karsuk still followed the ancient teachings to this day?
When Brando raised his hand, it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, but when he put it down, it was incomparably easy: "Get ready. But if possible, try to only stun him. I don't want to completely fall out with the 'Maned Wolf'. "He ordered in a barely audible voice. He did not know if he would be seen as an idiot for doing so, but if he did not do so, then he would definitely be an idiot.
The Mercenaries of Lopes nodded in unison. As creatures that were summoned, they had no right to judge or question their lord's decision. But there was a trace of regret in the Nightsong Tiger's eyes. If he wanted to settle this once and for all, he had to be more decisive. On the other hand, Amandina let out a sigh of relief.
The girl's eyelashes fluttered, and she could not help but look at Brando with a new gaze. For the first time, she realized that the young lord that she followed seemed to have some special traits that she did not know about. She did not know if this trait was good or bad, but it did not seem to fit in with this ancient world. She did not know why, but she did not feel a trace of unnaturalness. On the contrary, this was the first time in a long time that she felt at ease.
Seventy feet.
"Brando." At this time, the Roman nervously called out from the side.
Brando was stunned, but he still whispered: "Don't make a sound."
Romaine thought for a moment and nodded.
The Mercenaries of Lopes were already in position, waiting for Reidy and the other person to reach the edge of the clearing before swarming forward. Twelve experienced soldiers with the strength of an Iron-ranked warrior. They were confident that they could stop the two of them before they could react. But Brando was still a little nervous. There might be strong enemies outside the forest, and he could not waste any time here.
But what surprised him was that when Redi and the other person were about to walk out of the bushes, they slowly stopped.
[What did they discover?]
Brando's eyelids twitched, and he almost immediately ordered his mercenaries to charge forward, but he forcefully stopped himself from doing so. Attacking from this distance would mess up the entire plan. The distance was too far, and there was a small patch of bushes in between. He slowly calmed down. [It seems that the white-haired boy did not discover the situation here.]
He turned around to take a look. The Mercenaries of Lopes were as calm as ever. Other than the heartless Miss Romaine who was still looking around, Amandina was so scared that her face was pale white. It was as if her heart was about to stop pumping blood into her body.
He turned back again, and was surprised to see that Redi had not only stopped, but also turned back to talk to his companion. They were at least twenty meters away from the edge of the forest, and the clearing was at least fifty meters away. Even with Brando's perception, he could only pick up one or two keywords.
The white-haired young man's voice was not loud, and he would occasionally look at the camp's direction as if he was concerned about something.
But soon, the conversation between the two of them became heated. In the end, it turned into an argument. Even though most of the people here could not hear what they were saying, they could tell from their hands that neither side was able to convince the other. Brando could not help but feel gloomy when he realized that the two of them were not here for him. [It's the middle of the night, are the two of you here to argue?
Can't you go somewhere else then?]
It was a pity that Redi could not hear Brando's thoughts. On the contrary, their voices became louder and louder. Brendel could barely make out the words' Eke … … ',' Chablis … … 'and' necklace … … '. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. [That young man called Eke is still in Chablis?] [It seems like Redi knows about it, and there's no reason for Macaros to not know about it. But this mercenary group is really full of problems.]
But he still did not understand why the white-haired young man would come out in the middle of the night to discuss something that had nothing to do with the current storyline.
He could not help but raise his head and look through the gaps between the leaves. The Blood Star was already in the middle of the sky. [This star is the most punctual way for Erouine to time the summer nights. It's almost midnight.]
(PS: I didn't send the message last night because I was disconnected again. It's normal for me to be disconnected these days. If you want to scold someone, scold Chengdu Telecom.
Also, I don't need a thief to judge whether or not I have integrity. F * ck, you want me to prepare things for you when you steal? Do I owe you anything?!)
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