"You're willing to talk to me now?" He asked.
Brando glanced at the refugees and did not find her question strange. In this place, even life itself was so fragile that it was worthless. Amandina would never have thought that you could get a boy for the price of a sheep. If it was a girl, the price would be even lower.
With a little bit of power, you could trample on the existence of others. Bandits and lords were both killing people, the only difference was that one was outside the city, while the other was inside the city. Even if you killed someone on the streets, you would only need to compensate the local lord with a little money. In fact, he might even want you to kill a few more people.
In the eyes of some lords, real gold coins were much more attractive than those who needed money to feed.
Amandina was slightly surprised.
She thought that Brando was dissatisfied with her previous performance, and although she felt wronged, she still lowered her head and replied: "… … I'm sorry! My Lord, I was too stubborn. "
Brando spread out his hands: "You misunderstood, I never blamed you, Miss Amandina."
Amandina raised her head and looked at him, as if to confirm the truth of his words. But then she lowered her head again and did not say a word.
"If it's our territory, we need to go further south." Brendel replied.
"South?"
Amandina was really stunned: "Once we leave Tónigel, we'll be in the Wilderness."
"Have you heard of the Pioneer Knight, Amandina?" Brando asked.
"Ah —"
Amandina could not help but cry out. How could she not know this? Those young nobles who did not have a territory to inherit, the Knight, obtained the right to expand the territory of the kingdom from the Holy Cathedral of Fire, and brought a few squires to the Wilderness to open up a new territory with their own strength. This kind of story sounded like a fairy tale from the past. But she never thought that this kind of legend would actually happen to her. At first, she felt a little flustered. After all, opening up a territory in the Wilderness sounded good, but in reality, it was an extremely dangerous thing. This kind of laborious and unrewarding thing had not been done in Erouine for one or two hundred years, so at this moment, it sounded a little bit like a fantasy story.
But she immediately calmed down. So what if it was dangerous? Compared to her old house in Bruglas that was on the verge of collapse and living a life that was similar to these people's, there was at least a glimmer of hope for the latter. She could not help but look at Brando again. The title of the Pioneer Knight in Erouine sounded like a classical hero, full of the spirit of enterprise. Even though it was dangerous, it was romantic... Not to mention that no matter what aspect, this lord met the ideal in her heart.
It was a pity that he already had someone he liked.
Amandina lowered her eyelashes, she could not help but feel a little moved.
She then looked at the Roman beside her. This merchant lady had a bad record of wandering around in dangerous battlefields twice, and had been thoroughly taught a lesson by Brando. She was still well-behaved at the moment. But at this moment, her eyes were focused on another side, and she spoke to the youth beside her in a crisp voice: "Brando, look over there."
This young lady seemed to have a natural ability to attract people's attention, causing Amandina and Brando to turn their heads at the same time and look in the direction she was pointing at.
There were many foreign travelers on the streets, just like them.
In fact, ever since Brando's earth-shattering Divine Artifact reaction last month, the news that a Divine Artifact had appeared in Count Randner's taverns and inns had spread like wildfire. Wandering bards brought this news to the north, and adventurers who wanted to try their luck flocked to this place. Mercenaries, adventurers, and even bounty hunters who heard the news were like hyenas or sharks that smelled blood. They had already packed up and gathered here.
Even the Council of Stars and Moon and the Black Tower had sent out scouts. Even though the nobles were enthusiastic about Erouine's impending storm, they still sent out their own spies, and in a short period of time, Count Randner's territory was a step ahead of Graf (Princess Regent's territory).
In just half a month, the number of people in this area had at least doubled. This was because Tónigel was constantly facing the threat of war, and there was a certain degree of risk involved. If not, this place would definitely be a paradise for adventurers. If it was a more peaceful time, the local lords would definitely be smiling from ear to ear.
But now, the situation had become somewhat complicated.
Brando's gaze swept across these people one by one, as if his identity as a noble was completely different from these people. These adventurers were also out of place with the locals around them. They stood in the middle of the street, as if there were three different worlds existing on the street at the same time.
It felt as if three different types of people were depicted in the same painting using three completely different styles of expression. Their movements were distinct.
The adventurers and the locals had nothing to do with each other, and the locals were not willing to provoke these lawless people. At least, most of them were. But the part that the Roman pointed out was an exception.
Brando could see a small group of adventurers distributing food to the skinny local children. This scene made him feel as if time had reversed, as if he had returned to the world of 'The Amber Sword', and the players who were overly sympathetic back then were doing the same thing. But he quickly shook his head and threw away this unrealistic fantasy. Even though most adventurers were mercenaries, there were still some young people who went out to adventure for their dreams.
Just like the four men and two women in front of him.
"Young people indeed." Brando couldn't help but think. Adventuring was actually not as romantic and full of swords as mentioned in bedtime stories. Of course, it was not a lie to say that it was full of swords and blades. However, the life of an adventurer was actually harsh and bloody, and they often had to go to those dangerous places. Just like mercenaries, life and death were very common. And compared to the risks, the benefits were pitifully low. Although there was no shortage of people who became rich overnight, most of them without exception ended up as a pile of bones in some unknown place.
Because of this, most adventurers had to become practical and mercenary. And only young people would act with unrealistic ideals. Brando could even speculate that these young people might not have really started their travels for long.
Otherwise, they might as well be the descendants of wealthy merchants or nobles.
But he first turned around and asked, "What are you looking at?"
But then he saw the beautiful dark brown gem-like eyes of the merchant lady turn around, as if a creative idea had been born, and he felt that something was wrong. "What do you want to do?" Brando couldn't help but ask a little warily. The little Roman's extraordinary way of doing things made him involuntarily vigilant.
"That's it." The Roman answered matter-of-factly.
"Romaine, we don't have much food left." Amandina seemed to understand Romaine's thoughts in an instant and reminded her in a low voice: "We have so many people and horses, so our consumption is not a small amount. If we want to buy so much food from the local area, we have to deal with the local lord. Did you forget last time? "
Amandina was talking about when they passed by a small noble's territory not too long ago. Brando went to buy food from the noble, but the noble took a fancy to Scarlett and sent his personal guards to kidnap her that night. Although the thirty Iron-ranked personal guards overestimated their abilities in front of Brando, and in the end they were completely defeated by the young man, and they were also ruthlessly extorted, this incident was a wake-up call to everyone.
Even though the kingdom had yet to collapse, the local lords were already acting without restraint.
Hearing Amandina's words, Brando couldn't help but look at the girl with a touched expression. The last time it was still fine because it was a nameless noble, but this time it was Baron Graudin. Even though this fellow was not worth mentioning in Erouine's history, his father, Count Randner, was not an ordinary person. If he brought his men today, it would be a scene of the Count's army chasing after him tomorrow.
He even suspected that Duke Loen's army could come and go as they pleased in Count Randner's territory. Perhaps the princess faction of the Royal Faction had some sort of agreement with Count Randner himself. At the very least, there was no lack of secret alliances. Of course, he would have to deal with these vampires one by one sooner or later, but that would have to wait until he was fully grown and had the right to speak. Even though it was not pleasant to hear, strength was still one of the most important laws in this world.
Unexpectedly, the Roman shook her head happily after hearing Amandina's words. She said with a mysterious expression: "Brando, Amandina, didn't you notice?"
"What did you notice?"
"The way to do business —"
"Hah?"
Brando couldn't help but touch the girl's flat forehead. [Is she having a fever?] The younger of the Wild Elementalist sisters widened her eyes and asked curiously: "There's a saying in my hometown, 'Merchants do not walk with poverty'. Miss Roman, is there a business opportunity in such a poor place?"
"Tia!" The elder sister, Felaern, glared at her sternly.
The Elven girl was so frightened that she stuck out her tongue and swallowed the rest of her words.
However, the Roman did not care about the girl's rebuttal and replied as if it was a matter of fact: "You can't say that. My aunt said that if there's a place for trade, there's a place for merchants."
"That's true." Amandina shook her head. She knew that Tia was not wrong. Not only was this place poor, but it was also backward and isolated. There were no special products, and there wasn't even a road for carriages to pass through. Business was just a very distant term. "But this place even lacks the necessary conditions for trade …"
"Is that so? But isn't that a trade?" Amandina looked at the actions of the group of young adventurers and asked with interest. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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