There was a dead silence.
"Dad —"
A sudden cry from the crowd broke the silence. The voice was young and nervous.
The woman covered the boy's mouth in panic. She raised her head and looked at the approaching noble cavalryman with pleading eyes. The man's face was filled with a mixture of surprise and surprise, but he could not hide the disdain in his eyes.
"Do you know this person?"
The man licked his lips and pointed at the bloodstained corpse on the ground with his spear. The noble cavalryman's companions surrounded them like a pack of hyenas that smelled blood.
The woman hugged her child and shook her head helplessly with tears streaming down her face.
"Let go of the little thing and let him speak," the man said as he used the tip of his spear to stroke the woman's hair.
The woman hugged her child even tighter, as if she was hugging her most important treasure and was afraid of losing it. The people around them could not bear to see her like this, but they moved away from her.
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
"Sir, please let him go. He is still young," the woman begged as she sobbed.
The noble cavalryman snorted in disdain. "Bitch." He raised his spear, but he found a woman with a longbow standing in front of him with her arms open.
"Huh?" The man's fierce-looking face was startled.
Brando secretly loosened his fingers on the hilt of his sword. He recognized that the man who stepped forward was the young man who distributed the food.
"Enough! What's the big deal about bullying a woman?" The female archer who stopped the noble cavalryman said angrily. "I am the daughter of a noble. I order you to stop immediately!"
"Oh?" The noble cavalryman was stunned for a moment. He then turned to his companions and said, "Hey, this girl is the daughter of a noble! What do you think we should do? "
The cavalrymen laughed in a low voice.
"Where is your father from?" The man raised his chin and asked disdainfully.
When he asked this question, the female archer's companions realized that something was wrong. "Faya, be careful —!" A swordsman with a greatsword and heavy armor stepped out from the crowd. But it was a little too late. The leader of the noble cavalryman had already pierced the woman's lower abdomen with his spear.
The female archer did not expect that Roland would dare to attack her. She groaned in disbelief and looked at the wound on her lower abdomen. Blood gushed out like a fountain. The pain that followed soon drowned her. The woman staggered and lost her strength. She knelt down in a pool of blood. It seemed that she would not survive.
The man withdrew his spear indifferently, as if what he did was not a big deal. At the same time, the noble cavalrymen behind him took down their longbows and shot at the adventurers in the crowd. For a moment, arrows rained down, and more than a dozen adventurers and civilians in the crowd fell.
The noble cavalrymen did not care if they hurt the innocent. They drove the crowd away from them as quickly as possible to avoid any sudden attacks.
"Faya!" The swordsman with the big sword was furious. He swept away the arrow that was flying towards him, but before he could finish his words, one of his companions behind him was also hit by an arrow and fell down.
"You bastards!"
The swordsman roared and separated the crowd. He slashed his sword at the man in the lead. The horseman raised his spear and blocked the swordsman's sword with a clang. In between parries, he shouted coldly, "Whoever dares to attack will be the enemy of the Lord!"
The restless crowd fell silent.
The swordsman did not say a word. He swept his sword at the horse's leg. But the horseman simply thrust his spear down and swept it outwards, knocking the sword away from the swordsman's hand. He then used his spear to make the swordsman do a somersault and stabbed the man's neck.
The strength of an Iron-ranked warrior was almost one-sided.
However, the fierce-looking noble cavalryman suddenly felt his hand go numb. It was as if a huge force came from the spear, and he almost lost his grip. Clang! The sound of metal colliding was heard. The spear that was aimed at the swordsman had been deflected to one side and missed the latter's neck.
"Who —!" The man was furious. He turned around and saw a young man wearing a black trench coat, a white shirt and a pair of white gloves. He was putting away the longbow in his hand.
Then, the young man raised his head and looked at him coldly.
The crowd fell silent.
Amandina, Sanford, the Nightsong Tiger, and Scarlet turned around and looked at their lord in shock. In their hearts, Brando was not a person who liked to cause trouble. But Brando knew that it was not that he did not care about these things. It was just that he did not cross the bottom line in his heart.
The Roman looked at the man who brought her out of Bucce with interest. She felt that this was the real Brando. Perhaps in a way, she could understand some of Brando's thoughts and characteristics. It was as if the two of them were detached from this world.
Just like the moment Fortress Riedon brought the refugees to escape, Romaine understood it. Her Brando was a true Knight. The Brando who charged, the Brando who led, the murderous Brando who was filled with killing intent, and the Brando who was fierce to her.
She liked every single one of them.
Everyone turned around. It was as if their line of sight had been stretched and expanded. The young man wearing a black windbreaker became the center of attention on the street.
The man with the fierce-looking face narrowed his eyes. He saw the well-equipped guards beside Brando and was secretly shocked. As the private soldiers of the nobles, they were not truly insignificant. Compared to the noble lady who might not have suffered any setbacks — of course, in his opinion, she was insignificant. What could a mere daughter of a knight represent here? Countless people died in Tónigel every day. Would a small noble like her dare to seek justice in front of the baron? But the young man in front of him was different. Normal people would not bring so many followers with them. Moreover, the guards beside him were not weak. They were at the level of the elites in Erouine's army.
He was probably not an ordinary noble's son.
The man did not dare to delay and hurriedly put away his spear. He asked cautiously: "You are?" When he said this, the noble's cavalry stood in a circle. They drew their bows and aimed at the people around them. The cold light from the arrows calmed the hot-headed people down.
"Let them go." Brando said coldly without even looking at the archers. What a joke. With Scarlet and the Nightsong Tiger by his side, it would be ridiculous if he or the people around him got shot.
Moreover, he was not weak himself. After bidding farewell to the Elven Hymn Legion, he received the Perfect Storyline Reward. More than 200,000 EXP was like a pie that fell from the sky, directly pushing his mercenary level to Level 25. When his character level reached Level 32, his Strength and Vitality had broken through 70, and his Dexterity had also surpassed 40. His overall strength had entered the upper tier of Silver. But in order to reach the Gold rank, it involved the understanding of the Elements. Not only did it require an increase in physical strength, it also required a high level of perception. Brendel estimated that if he wanted to break through the Silver rank and enter the Gold rank, he would have to wait until his overall level was around 40.
However, even if he was only at the upper Silver rank, he would still be able to kill ten of these noble's cavalry.
That was why he was too lazy to talk to them. If it wasn't for Graudin, he would have sent them flying a hundred meters away with his sword.
"My lord, you're making things difficult for us," Brando's indifference confirmed the noble's suspicions. The noble's ferocious expression became respectful: "These people might be the accomplices of the bandits outside the city. If we let them go, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the baron —"
However, he still chose to fight rather than cooperate. After all, they had killed a noble's daughter. If the noble's companions spread the news, it would be troublesome.
Brando sneered: "Put away your tricks. Who do you think you're talking to?" The young man held his sword with one hand and stared at the noble: "I'll kill you like I'm killing a dog. I'll just apologize to Graudin afterwards. I'm giving him face by not killing you, but there's a limit to my tolerance — "
When he finished speaking, he unsheathed half of his sword. The blade of the sword shone with a snowy light.
The noble's cavalry was stunned.
Brendel was right. This world was just so realistic. There was no difference in the value of a person's life. The only thing left was the difference in power. The only difference was that the girl they killed could not resist. Naivety was precious, but the price to pay was also heavy.
The cold-blooded people looked at each other and could only choose to show weakness. They nodded, and the people behind them finally let go of the swordsman's neck.
The swordsman wanted to resist, but someone rushed out from the crowd and hugged him. It was one of his companions. Brando saw that person whispered something into his ears, and the swordsman finally calmed down.
He read the words clearly:
"Don't cause trouble for others."
Brando sighed in his heart. [What a bunch of naive people. But in this world, it's rare and precious.] He saw the people silently put away their companion's corpse, then separated the crowd and came to his side.
"Thank you, sir."
The one who thanked him was a thin young man. His face was pale, and he had light gray hair. He wore a monocle with a silver chain behind his ear. The young man wore a gray gown, and from the patterns on his cuffs, he was an acolyte.
[Flux Wizard?] Brando thought to himself. [There aren't many wizards who practice this.] This young man appeared polite and cold, but he caught a hint of anger in his eyes. Brando looked at his companions, including a Light Swordsman and a female Elementalist. Grief and indignation were written all over their faces.
[This is a character.] He lowered his head to look at the polite young man and could not help but think.
"Want to take revenge?" He asked.
The young man was slightly surprised and raised his head to look at him suspiciously. Then, the young acolyte shook his head and left the crowd with his companions. Brando looked at the other's back and knew that the other party was not willing to give up. He just didn't trust him.
However, he was somewhat surprised that there was such a character in this group of naive youngsters. He turned his head to look at the nobles' cavalry.
"My lord, we've done what we should do. Now you have to give us an explanation, right?" The leader of the cavalry spread out his hands and asked carefully.
Brando snorted in disdain.
"My lord?" Amandina asked in a low voice.
He nodded. Since he had interfered in this matter, it was necessary to meet with Baron Graudin. After all, he was in Graudin's territory. Otherwise, it would not be good if he was invited by force. Rather than that, it was better to be one step ahead and not let Graudin know of his background.
[Baron Graudin?]
Brando thought in his heart.
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