Romaine wasn't able to maintain such a quiet state all the time. She obediently knelt in front of Brando with her head lowered. If it weren't for the fact that she would steal glances at Brando's expression from time to time, she would have the demeanor of a noble's daughter.
Of course, her face was covered in dirt, and her clothes were full of scratches. She was in such a sorry state.
There was another noble's daughter who was in a similar state. Amandina was clutching her tattered shawl with one hand, her face covered in dust. She lowered her head and didn't say a word, looking a little nervous.
"Brando, I … …" The Roman saw that the young man's dark face seemed to have eased a little, and hurriedly opened her mouth to explain. But before she could finish her sentence, she was glared at by the young man.
She could only sullenly lower her head again.
She thought that the plan this time was perfect. If it weren't for the little hiccup at the end, she would have been able to help Brando a lot. Besides, even if there was a little hiccup at the end, didn't they still crush a few Lizardmen to death? Moreover, they also sealed off their escape route.
She thought to herself that she must use less next time.
But if Brando knew that this damned girl in front of him was still thinking about continuing this dangerous activity next time, he would probably have the mood to strangle her to death. He and Nalaena went to the scene to investigate. Originally, Amandina's plan was indeed good, and according to the young lady's original calculations, when the cliff collapsed, it would have killed most of the Lizardmen who fled in that direction. Unfortunately, she obviously found the wrong partner. No, it shouldn't be said like that. Because Amandina's plan was originally only on paper. If it wasn't for the Roman who saw it, this idea would have been just a proposal until now.
But unfortunately, there was no "if" in history. Just like how the word "cautious" did not exist in the young Roman's dictionary, she had always been a doer, and any of her plans were built on the basis of a matter of fact.
Brando thought of this and couldn't help but look at Amandina. The noble's daughter seemed to have felt his gaze and couldn't help but shrink back. She whispered: "I'm sorry, my lord, it's all my fault … …"
"No, this has nothing to do with you." Brando shook his head.
Indeed, if the Roman didn't arbitrarily change the amount of medicine that Amandina had set at the end, it wouldn't have caused such a mess. In the end, the Lizardmen didn't crush two Lizardmen to death, and instead almost buried them under the cliff.... Fortunately, Amandina discovered this early, or else the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but to time to Amandina to time. This was what angered him the most. He didn't care how much Roman had helped him. As long as she didn't always put herself in danger, he would be thankful.
But he couldn't help but he couldn't help but sigh to.
..... to....... of a person.... of course... and of '............... But there were times when she was so muddle-headed that it gave people a headache. For example, Brando rubbed his temples.
"Have you always been making plans like this?" Brando suddenly asked.
Amandina was taken aback. She thought he was going to punish her for her actions, but she didn't. His pampering of the Roman was obvious to everyone. She didn't dare to imagine what Brando would think of her if something happened to the merchant girl because of her. Although she had experienced the most difficult period, people were like this. It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. She felt that she could no longer adapt to the life of that time.
Moreover, this young lord respected her and was willing to give her the same status and treatment as before. He was also willing to get along with her as an equal. Other than the hard work of trekking in the wilderness every day, she felt that there was nothing she could complain about. Moreover, even if it was hard work, it was only temporary. She still had many plans that had yet to be realized.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel ashamed: "I'm sorry … …"
"No," Brando glanced at the Roman to make sure that he wasn't seriously regretting his actions: "I'm talking about those plans."
Amandina was stunned. For a moment, she didn't understand what Brando wanted to know. But in the end, she nodded her head. In fact, ever since Brando pulled her into the group, she had made a complete plan for every action of the youth. At first, she was indeed proud of her plans. But later on, it turned out that these plans were often immature. Especially when compared to Brando's prophetic decisions, they were more like the scribbles of a child. Amandina's desire to become Brendel's aide at the start was slowly disappearing from her mind, and she found it laughable. In the end, she did not give up on this habit of hers, but Brendel's. But compared to before, this was more like a self-examination.
She made plans in advance, and then repeatedly tested her plans throughout the entire incident to see if she had matured enough and if she had given up on those unrealistic ideas. But she didn't think that she would be caught red-handed by the Roman, and he just happened to see her boldest idea.
Thinking about it, she felt like Martha was playing a joke on her.
"Why didn't you show it to me?" Brando asked.
"I … …"
Brando was silent for a moment. He could roughly guess what this girl was thinking. He thought for a moment and said: "Miss Amandina, you are my aide, and this is what you recommended to me. Since that's the case, isn't it only right for you to give me your suggestion? "
"I'm sorry … … I know, but at that time … … I didn't know that I was so childish. In the future, I will … …" Amandina replied in a small voice, her head almost touching her chest. Of course, Romaine wasn't so embarrassed. In fact, she even tried to interrupt: "Brando, this is my fault. Don't always find trouble with Amandina."
Brando was not angered to death by her words. He thought that it was fortunate that he sent the Nightsong Tiger and Nalaethar away, or else he wouldn't be able to maintain his' dignity '. He took a deep breath and was too lazy to pay attention to this girl. Instead, he continued: "Miss Amandina, everyone grows from being childish to mature. But the difference is that not everyone has a brain like yours. If you give up this opportunity because of your childishness, then you will be letting down Lady Martha's favor. "
After Brando finished speaking, he saw the noble girl looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"A person's perspective is always limited. Even though the Nightsong Tiger can help me solve many problems and is very experienced, there is one thing that he is far inferior to you, Miss Amandina." Brando pointed at his head: "That's why I hope that you will not put yourself out of this circle. I hope that you can help me. I believe that you can. So, are you willing to help me?" In fact, he wasn't just saying these words to comfort Amandina. He knew that he had the aura of a scammer, and it was a bit scary, especially for a girl like Amandina who was very competitive. It was a huge blow to her confidence. However, Brando knew that his foresight was only temporary. Even if he did not change the history of the world that much, his ability to foresee the future would only last for a few years.
A few years later, the players began to participate in the history of this world. Compared to the previous game world, this was the biggest difference between this world and the previous one. Without the participation of players, the direction of the development of history would have some corresponding changes. At that time, his experience and some of the knowledge in the game would still be useful, but his ability to foresee the future would be greatly reduced. In fact, the whole process of this dungeon evolving to a perfect storyline was a wake-up call for him. Brando began to realize that he needed some help. In the previous game, he was never a top warrior, nor was he a top leader. Of course, the former could be made up for through experience, but the latter could only be made up for through another path.
He had the future Goddess of War, but that was not enough. Amandina's ability to discern the overall situation from small details was not something he could compare to. He looked at her and believed that she should have this ability as well. Perhaps there was a gap between her and a 'prophet', but it should be more than enough to be an aide.
Amandina was stunned. Brando's words' I believe that you can — 'had deeply moved her. To a prideful person, there was nothing more precious than trust. Even though she still believed that Brando was comforting her, she took a light breath and nodded seriously. Her nod was not just an agreement, but a determination. She was willing to participate in his wishes.
Brando did not expect his words to have such a great effect. He thought that at least he had dispelled her doubts. In his opinion, Amandina was a little too introverted. But he looked at the Roman and asked again: "Do you still have those Exploding Crystals?"
"My lord, you know about them?" Amandina was surprised again.
"Ahem, something like that … …" Brando coughed. [Could it be that this era doesn't have such things?] [Could it be that the Exploding Crystals were invented by this girl? How can there be such a coincidence?] But he still said vaguely: "The Wizard Tower has something similar, so I just asked casually."
"What a coincidence," Amandina whispered: "The name I gave it is also Exploding Crystals. In fact, I used the core of the Mana Conduction Device to complete it, because the way it works is to use mana to break through the stable framework of the laws of the material world, causing the elements to quickly activate and create an explosion. That's why I gave it this name. "
[So you really invented it!]
Brando could not help but look at the girl again. [This thing is not small.] Even though it was gradually phased out in the later stages of the Second War of the Black Rose, it still caused a great impact in the early stages. At that time, the players all thought that this thing was an explosive in the world of magic. Unfortunately, the structure of this thing was too unstable, and it was not suitable for transportation and storage. Moreover, in the later stages of the war, the power of this thing became weaker.
"Do you have more?" He asked.
"There are still some," Amandina immediately replied: "If my lord needs them, I can make some overnight."
"Overnight?" Brando was taken aback. [That's not right, right? Why would I need at least half a month to make this thing?]
Seeing Amandina nodding, Brando almost thought that history had changed, and she had actually invented something else. [Exploding Crystals that only take a few hours to make? Isn't it a little too light to call it a cheat?] But just as he was about to ask, he saw the Nightsong Tiger waving at him from the forest below with an anxious look on his face.
[Why is he here again? Aren't they cleaning up the battlefield with the red-handed girl?] Brando was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that the Nightsong Tiger was about to run up to him, he immediately said to Amandina: "If it's possible, I hope that everyone can have one or two pieces. By the way, this thing is very unstable, right? "
Amandina looked at him in surprise, then nodded. She felt that she was a little numb to her lord's foresight.
[As expected!] Brando breathed a sigh of relief. [History hasn't changed yet.] He said: "I'll teach you a method later. It can temporarily stabilize it, but the effect is limited. You can research the rest on your own."
"Ah?" Amandina couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
[He knows about this too?]
Amandina thought that she had at least become a little more resilient, but she couldn't help but feel another blow. She originally thought that she had some advantages in the field of magic, but she didn't expect Brando to know more about it than her. But this noble girl from the Braggs probably didn't know that she had wronged Brando this time. This was because Brando didn't know anything about magic. In the game, it was a skill that only pure secondary class players could choose. A combat class player like him was destined to have no chance.
But even if he didn't understand it, it didn't stop Brando from knowing some materials and recipes, right?
While Amandina was still in shock, the Roman finally noticed that the only person who could control her had left. Amandina let out a long sigh, then said gratefully to Amandina: "Thank you, Amandina."
Amandina looked at her and quickly shook her head. [As long as you don't cause trouble for me, I'll thank the heavens.] To be honest, she was now afraid of this young lady.
But the Roman didn't seem to want to let go of the only person who could talk to her. She thought for a moment and asked: "Right, Amandina, did you see that?"
"That?"
"That's right. When we were being buried, we were still alive. It looks like there are some fireflies flying towards us from the bottom of the hill. Did you notice that? "
"This … …"
"Was it?"
"It seems like it … …"
… …
When Brando saw the Nightsong Tiger, he saw the veteran mercenary captain holding a thick book with a black cover. He was slightly surprised. This book was undoubtedly the Dark Bishop's relic. At least, the three lightning-like scratches on the book had already deeply betrayed it. But Brando was a little surprised.
The red-handed girl was indeed a red-handed girl. She was actually able to get an item from the Dark Bishop who was publicly known as a 'pauper'. If this was in the past, he would be able to brag about it on the forums. Unfortunately, there were no forums here, and this made Brando feel a little awkward.
Moreover, he wasn't the one who opened this book.
"What is this?" He asked.
The Nightsong Tiger looked at him mysteriously and didn't say a word. He just gently opened the book in front of him.
Brando only took a glance, and then he was petrified.
… …
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