After he finished speaking, he looked at the group of people with a calm and unruffled expression.
The forest was silent for a moment.
"Mister Brando, are you alright?" However, Makarov was an experienced old fox after all. After calming himself down, he asked, "I didn't expect to meet you here after we got separated from each other."
[You old bastard, you're still trying to push the blame to Conrad? Do you really think I'm a fool?] Brando thought. Of course, he didn't reveal any resentment on his face. He patted the lifeless head of the Earth God Emissary and replied, "Naturally, this little thing isn't enough to cause trouble for me. It's a pity that you escaped too quickly that night. I wanted to help my allies but I couldn't. I'm really sorry. "
Both sides gritted their teeth. His ability to lie through his teeth seemed to be on par with the other, but Brendel's behavior still made Makarov wary. He was a little unsure if Brendel really knew the whole truth, or if he was just angry because they pretended to be nice to him at the beginning. But there weren't many people at his age who could be so shrewd. Makarov couldn't help but feel troubled.
He even ignored the sarcasm in Brando's words.
Moreover, he didn't come here to bicker with the young man. He frowned and looked at the forest behind Brando. He hesitated for a moment and asked: "Mister Brando, did you see anyone else pass by here?"
"You're talking about a young man?" Brendel smiled to himself.
"Yes."
When Makarov's words left his mouth, Brendel could feel the people behind him becoming more anxious.
"If I'm not wrong, that's Mister Eke, right?" Brando asked.
Makarov, Buga, and the old man's expression changed. "You've seen him?" Makarov took a step forward and blurted out. But he quickly realized that he was overreacting. He coughed and stood back. He looked at the two people beside him, Buga had one hand on his sword hilt the entire time, his face was gloomy as he maintained his vigilance. The old man was looking at Brendel's direction with a pensive expression.
But he immediately realized that Brando might have guessed something. However, he believed that it was impossible for Brando to know their identities. After all, even the Grey Wolves Mercenaries and Eke didn't know about this.
"Have you seen him, Mr. Brando?" Makarov coughed and asked, "Eke is the descendant of an important friend of mine. I promised him that I would take good care of him, but I didn't expect to be separated from him."
Brando smiled. Eke wasn't the only one who got separated from you. Wasn't there also the entire Grey Wolves Mercenaries? Why don't you, this old fox, be so anxious? However, he didn't point this out. Instead, he asked, "Old friend? So that's how the cunning fox Makarov, or Baron Locher, addressed Duke Loen? I'm afraid the duke won't agree — "
As soon as he spoke, he heard the clashing of swords and sabers. Brendel raised his head and looked at the row of subordinates behind Makarov who had unsheathed their swords.
"Young man, who are you?" Makarov's expression changed as he asked sternly. He immediately thought that Brando might be on the same side, but looking at the Acolyte of the Earth lying on the ground, it didn't seem likely. Could it be a third party? The cunning fox hesitated for a moment. Although it wasn't impossible, who else would be interested in this competition? He couldn't help but wonder if it was a foreign force. Madara or Cruz?
Brando naturally didn't know that many thoughts were running through his mind, but he didn't intend to answer. He was waiting for someone to speak. It was the old man between Makarov and Buga. Since he was standing in front of these two, it meant that he had a high status. But who was this old man who suddenly appeared? Duke Loen? No, Duke Loen was an important figure, but it didn't look like a disguise either. In Wohnde, disguises were a skill that players could learn, but most of the time, there would be flaws. As an old player, Brando knew this.
Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the old man finally turned his gaze to him. However, the first question he asked stunned everyone.
"Young man, is that a fairy's apple by your feet?" The old man asked after confirming it for a while.
Shit! Brando cursed in his heart and realized that he had forgotten to keep it in his inventory. Usually, he would not have made such a low-level mistake, but on one hand, Aloz's previous words had weakened his expectations of this thing, and on the other hand, because he had a strong backer behind him, he did not think too much about it, and to be honest, he did not expect this group of people to appear first.
But at the same time, he finally recognized who this old man was.
The chief court wizard of Erouine, an elder who served Anson the Seventh for three generations, Fleetwood? Hadwilla? Gemmer. This guy is the mentor of the current princess and the little prince. So he's here as well. I didn't expect Makarov to have such a hidden chess piece. No wonder he was so confident in leaving Eke in Chablis, as if he was leaving Eke to fend for himself. Even I was almost fooled. But in this way, this fellow's intentions were even more obvious. From the looks of it, everything that the Grey Wolves Mercenaries were facing was very likely planned by this old fox.
Was his goal just to not drag things out?
Brendel could not help but grip the hilt of his dagger. Even though he agreed with the values of these nobles who were extremely utilitarian, but to play with the feelings of the people they interacted with day and night, or perhaps they did not even care about those people. Be it Sanford or Scarlet, everything they went through was the meaning of their lives. They fought hard for it, sacrificed for it, but to the people in front of them, it was like an abstract illusion that didn't exist.
But when they no longer needed this facade, the dreams of those insignificant people in their eyes burst like bubbles. With a gentle poke, they couldn't even resist. Scarlett and the others probably didn't even understand this.
Brando took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. He was determined to teach these people a lesson. It wasn't because he was a righteous person, but because he was in a bad mood right now. He was in a bad mood, and he had the ability to do so. That was why he wanted Makarov, Buga, and even this old man to pay the price for what they did to Scarlett and Sanford.
"Master Fleetwood, right?"
Brando picked up the Golden Apple and waved it in front of everyone.
His action caused Makarov and Buga's expression to change. They finally understood what Fleetwood meant by the Fairy's Apple. That was the fruit of the Golden Tree! With Martha above, they had the power to change everything. The old king's body was like a candle in the wind, or the weak prince's fate. With the Golden Apple, everything could be changed.
Was this the chance the heavens gave to Erouine?
Everyone couldn't help but think so.
Even someone as shrewd as Slyfox couldn't help but turn pale, and his breathing grew ragged. Even Fleetwood, who had experienced countless storms in his life, couldn't help but speak: "Young man, the thing in your hand is very important to us. May I ask if you are willing to sell it to us? We can pay you any price you want, be it money or power. "
Brando felt two slender hands on his shoulders. A small voice asked with a smile: "Do you want to sell it to them, Mister Brando? I'll allow it."
Brando only smiled and looked at them coldly. He raised the Golden Apple and asked: "You want this?"
"That's right," Makarov continued: "Mister Brando, the thing in your hand is very important to us. It is so important that it can change the fate of many people. Trust me, we don't want to buy it out of selfishness. We are also willing to follow the principle of fair trade. As long as you give us a price, we will do our best to satisfy you. Be it money, women, or power, anything you want. "Makarov's words were provocative.
Brendel's mouth twitched in disdain, and he sneered: "What arrogance. What are you going to use to guarantee all of this? Why should I trust you, Mister Makarov? With the power of the Erouine Royal Family behind you? You ask me what I want? Fine, I want to ask you two questions. "
Two questions?
Makarov, Buga, and Fleetwood looked at each other. What kind of request was this? But it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so he nodded: "Go ahead."
"The first question is something I'm curious about. I don't understand your plan. Grandmaster Fleetwood is here, so why would Mister Makarov and Mister Buga risk their lives? Even the Grey Wolves Mercenaries that you've been building for ten years will be destroyed because of this. I don't understand. "
Makarov and Buga didn't expect this question and were stunned. But it was Fleetwood who coughed and replied in a low voice: "Young man, this matter isn't as simple as it seems. I don't know how much you know, but we don't want the outside world to know that the Royal Family is involved in this matter. "
He did not want to explain so much to a stranger, but it seemed like Brendel had recognized him, and the item in his hand was too important, so the old man had no choice but to lower his stance and explain it to him.
"I see." Brando nodded.
"So, the second question is, are you guys here to reunite the Grey Wolves Mercenaries?" Brando chuckled: "Actually, I've recruited some of your men … …"
Makarov and Fleetwood looked at each other and shook their heads: "No, Mister Brando, you're overthinking it. We're only here to chase after Mister Eke because he insisted on looking for his companions and fiancee. " He couldn't help but feel a little awkward when talking about his fiancee. After all, it was quite embarrassing to talk about the fiancee of the Duke's only son.
But that was it. He shook his head and continued: "As for the Grey Wolves Mercenaries, it's already a thing of the past. It no longer exists. I'll thank you on behalf of the men you recruited. "
As expected.
Brando gritted his teeth.
Then, he heard a clang. Everyone turned around and saw a red-haired girl standing there in a daze. She covered the wound on her chest with one hand and was covered in blood. The spear in her hand had fallen to the ground at some point.
(PS. My hand slipped in the last scene, and I forgot to change the chapter name. Sorry.)
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