"How did you know?"
Brando turned his head and looked at Yura who was kneeling on the ground covered with a thick layer of needles. He quickly noticed that the girl's hair was a beautiful pure black, and not Amandina's deep black with a hint of purple.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Amandina's purplish hair and eyes probably came from the bloodline that was closest to the Miirnas, the Tirithians or the Half-Demons. Even though the Miirnas were long gone, the bloodline that was born between the two races had been passed down. After generations of enmity, the bloodline had gradually melted into the vast majority of the human race.
The hatred of the past had gradually faded away.
But this girl named Yura did not seem to be from this bloodline, even though she had the same black hair and eyes.
"I don't know either, Mister Knight. Perhaps it's a premonition. Pi Conrad's mercenary band and the Disciples of the Black Flames have never had any contact, but they appeared together tonight. Perhaps it's just a coincidence, but I'm more willing to believe that this is a premeditated scheme.
"Mister Brando, right? I believe that when people are attacked, they would gather together with their own people. Even though we are not worthy of your trust, it's still better than having enemies on the other side. But all of you chose to stay away without hesitation. This is the best way to protect yourselves — "
Yura closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the battle between the Grey Wolves Mercenaries and the Disciples of the Black Flames. Her tone was neither fast nor slow. "But if we think about it from another perspective, it means that Mister Brando has analyzed the situation clearly."
"You must have noticed that another mercenary band has been tailing us."
She spoke with certainty. "If that's the case, Mister Brando still chose to head east. I believe that Mister Brendel is not a rash person since you can make such a decisive decision. If a truly wise person knows what lies ahead, but still continues to press forward, that is bravery. "
"But compared to this, I'm more willing to believe that Mister Brando knows the situation clearly. I don't know what lies in the east, but is that the way out? Mister Brando? "
"As for why I said that Mister Brando is a Knight." She smiled slightly. "Because I just happened to hear how the young lady addressed you. Because I was born blind, Lady Martha gave me a better sense of hearing. It's not something to brag about." Yura smiled modestly.
Amandina let out a soft 'ah' and looked at Yura warily.
Yura raised her head. Even though she could not see Brando's face, she still asked seriously, "Mister Brendel's help me. Mister Brendel, you must be able to help our mercenary group, right? "
Brando took a deep breath.
If Amandina could be considered a qualified aide, then this girl in front of him was simply a monster. Her intuition told Brendel's of the Grey Wolves's Brendel '
He looked at Yura's pure black hair, dark brown eyes, and light yellow skin. Every detail on her thin, feathery eyebrows seemed to carry the unique aura of a place he was familiar with.
"I also have a question. Your surname is Huang, right?" Brendel asked.
Yura could not open her eyes, otherwise, they would be filled with shock. She touched her chest and paused for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief. Of course, her small action did not escape Brando's eyes.
He frowned slightly as if he thought of something.
But Yura nodded in the end. "Yes, my surname is Huang. My real name is Huang Yu. I can see that Mister Brando is very knowledgeable. My appearance can't fool someone who is truly knowledgeable. It's just that I don't want to talk about the past anymore. Mister Knight, can you let me go on this matter? "
Brando nodded. He only guessed the girl's real name based on some details of her appearance. After all, there was only one place in the world with such skin and hair color that was so similar to the Han people in the past. It was the Kingdom of the Nine Phoenixes in the desert.
It was said that the Kingdom of the Nine Phoenixes was ruled by nine different races, and there was a legendary high level sword skill called 'Sword of the Red Lotus of Hellfire'. However, it was only a legend, and many players who went there to try their luck did not find anything.
As for Erouine and Cruz, there were many Nine Phoenixes walking around like elves from the north. It was not uncommon in this world for people to travel to a foreign land far away from their homeland for reasons of travel, pilgrimage, or simply adventure.
Brando touched his forehead and felt that the name was familiar.
But he still shook his head at Yura's request. "I'm sorry, but we can't help you. In fact, I'll be frank with you. These disciples of the Black Flames won't cause any trouble for your leader, but if Makarov the Maned Wolf is wise, or if I were him, I'd leave this place immediately. "
"You …" Redi raised his head and glared at Brendel as if he wanted to eat him alive. "You can't just leave like that. The mercenary document says … "
But the Nightsong Tiger punched him in the stomach, and the white-haired youth bent over in pain. He then shook his head in disdain. "Your leader doesn't seem to care about this agreement, even now. You have to admit that."
"Do you understand?"
Yura nodded.
"What do you want, Mister Brando?" She asked: "Money? Or power? "
Brando paused for a moment, but he immediately shook his head: "I'm interested in these things, but compared to money and power, I don't want to get involved in trouble. Let me give you a hint. The Black Flames Mercenaries are backed by the Tree Herders. Do you know them? "
Yura and Redi's expressions changed.
"Why are we being targeted by them?" Redi asked in disbelief.
Yura's expression changed again and she lowered her head.
Amandina poked him from behind and whispered: "My lord, the more you scare them, isn't it obvious that you want them to beg for your help? Won't that be the opposite of what you want? "
Brando shrugged: "I don't want to lie to them."
He could only explain under Amandina's suspicious gaze: "It's not that I can't help them, but I won't get myself involved. I'm just stating this. "
"Then what should we do?" The Roman blinked and asked.
"They have to rely on themselves."
"Is that even possible?" Amandina clearly did not believe him.
"Of course."
"Mister Brando, what should we do?" Yura heard their conversation and understood that Brando was reminding them on purpose. She hesitated for a moment as if she was considering whether she could trust him. However, Brando knew that the 'Tree Herders' bomb was definitely not an ordinary bomb. Compared to the Unifying Guild's small operations to subvert countries, the Tree Herders had used their own strength to start the First Holy War. That story was probably a terrifying shadow for most people who lived in this era.
Of course, this was a digression. Brando did not have the time nor the inclination to explain how terrifying the Tree Herders were to these two rookies. After all, they had grown up listening to bedtime stories about the First Holy War. Yura might be slightly better, but the white-haired young man, Redi, would definitely not have a good impression of such a name.
He turned around and saw that the young man seemed to have fallen into a daze. He did not know what to do.
"Didn't I say?" Brando replied: "Go and tell your leader to retreat immediately and leave this place. From the current situation, the Tree Herders have their eyes on you. However, they have a habit of being vigilant. Once they realize that you might have discovered their intentions, they will probably retreat and rearrange their plans. "
"This way, you'll have won valuable time. As for what to do after that, I think your leader will know what to do. "
Rather than saying that Brando's analysis was clear and logical, it was more accurate to say that he was reading from a book. Although the strategy guide in his memory had omitted some details, the general direction was very clear. The Tree Herders had their eyes on the 'Grey Wolves' mercenaries. As for why, Brando naturally did not know.
However, not knowing did not mean that he did not have a solution. He had dealt with the Tree Herders for as long as he had dealt with the skeletons in Madara. He had plenty of ways to deal with them.
Yura and Redi 'looked' at each other.
"How do we know if you're telling the truth?" Redi frowned and muttered softly.
"I'm not forcing you to believe me."
"Aren't you being too irresponsible?" The white-haired youth snorted.
"We don't have any obligation to be responsible. Do you understand the current situation? Master is helping you out of kindness. Of course, you can choose not to accept it if you have the guts. " Amandina had long found this person annoying. At this time, she could no longer hold it in and spoke sarcastically.
After she finished speaking, she suddenly paused. She could not help but look apologetically at Yura who was kneeling on the ground: "I'm sorry, I meant …"
"Don't mind." Yura shook her head. She had been lowering her head the whole time and no one knew what she was thinking. She only opened her mouth and asked: "So Mister Brando still wants to do things his way and leave this place, right?"
Brando nodded.
"Even if we ask you to stay, you can't?"
Brando nodded again. He had his own reasons. He had already gotten himself into trouble with the Unifying Guild. If he had to bear the burden of the Tree Herders, he would not be able to rest in peace even if he died. But on the other hand, he knew that Buga and Makarov would not die in this quest. Even though he knew that he did not have the strength to subdue them, he still had to express his goodwill.
Even if he chose to leave under these circumstances, he would not be letting down the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. The agreement between the two parties was as fragile as it looked, but if he left, it would be troublesome if he wanted to pick it up again.
No matter if it was for the two powerful people or the future 'Courage' quest line, he did not have to establish a good relationship with them.
But as a veteran player, Brendel had already weighed the pros and cons in his heart if it was worth risking his life for this little benefit.
"Mister Brando, are you willing to let us go?" Yura asked again.
"I didn't intend to capture you. I was actually saving you. Miss Yura, you should understand this." Brando replied.
Yura nodded. "But aren't you afraid that we will expose you if you let us go?"
Brando smiled and replied confidently, "You won't be able to catch up to us."
He wasn't joking. The guide had at least four shortcuts and trails in the area, although the map was a little rough. But it was not a problem for a veteran player like him.
Redi glanced at him and did not reply. However, it was obvious from his expression that this unruly white-haired youth didn't believe his words at all. In his heart, he believed that he was just bragging.
Even though he was shocked by Brando's words, he remembered that this guy had made a fool of himself. What did he mean by 'go east'? He was clearly a layman. This thought seemed to make him feel more at ease. He then thought that he had to persuade Yura to not be fooled by this guy.
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(PS: What a strong person! I actually managed to rush out a chapter before 12 o 'clock. I'll try my best to write more chapters later. Please support me.)
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