"Scarlett?"
The red-haired girl looked at him without saying a word and shook her head. When she raised her head, Brando saw something in her bright amber eyes. He turned around and saw an uninvited guest standing in the corridor on the second floor of the hall.
Or rather, it was there all along, but he didn't notice it before.
The tall skeleton held an axe in its hand, its body covered in old bronze armor. Its cracked jaws were slightly open, and the crack on its skull seemed to be mocking him. Kabias looked at him from above, the dark yellow flames in its eye sockets flickering. It recognized the young man that it saw from afar during the battle at Fortress Riedon.
"Viscount Tingen?"
Kabias spoke with a hoarse voice, "How have you been since we parted at Fortress Riedon?"
"Ma-da-ra." Brendel ground out the words through gritted teeth.
Madara's undead, why are they here? The young man looked at Graudin coldly, his mind spinning rapidly as he asked coldly: "Since when did Madara and Erouine's nobles become like family?"
"As time passes, all life will turn to dust. In this world, only benefits remain unchanged, Viscount. "
Kabias replied in a low voice.
Its answer confirmed Brando's suspicions that Graudin was in cahoots with Madara. But what do they want? Brendel raised his head and saw the tall skeleton's battle axe slanted between him and the despicable baron. If he made a move, Kabias would not just stand by and watch.
This' One-Eyed 'Tarkus's general, the lord of the Dark Kingdom, was at least a Gold-ranked warrior. On the other hand, he had only just touched the edge of the Gold rank. Although the outcome of the battle was still unclear, it would not be difficult for the other party to stop him from killing someone right under his nose.
Tarkus did things step by step and was known for his cautiousness. With Kabias here, there was no way he wouldn't provide support. Brando turned around and saw a pale young man in a grey robe walking out from the shadows.
It was Rothko, another familiar face. Brando remembered the first time he met him in Bucce. He was just a lowly undead wizard apprentice, but now there were two purple flame emblems on his collar.
A mid-ranked undead wizard.
Brando fell silent and looked at Baron Graudin who was not far away.
The middle-aged man had also regained some of his composure from his earlier panic. The middle-aged man supported himself with one hand on the wood shavings and forced himself to remain calm. However, the bulging blood vessels under his greenish-gray skin exposed his inner nervousness.
But Brendel's sword flickered, and a faint light shone from the silver blade into his eyes, causing him to shrink back slightly. Graudin realized that he was being toyed with. He was furious, but he did not show it on his face.
"I didn't expect someone to sell their soul to the devil," Brando replied coldly: "You rotten skeletons are here to save this bastard's life, am I right?"
Graudin seemed to have regained some of his confidence from his ally. He gritted his teeth like a wild beast and said in a low voice: "Young man, you can talk as much as you like. But you should know that even if you don't rely on me, Madara's allies, do you dare to go against the Randner family? Because of a momentary dispute, it will inevitably lead to a war between two families. In the end, Viscount Tingen, I believe your family won't allow you to neglect your duties to such an extent. "
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Brando's cold snort. It was as if the temperature in the hall had dropped by a few degrees, and the air was so cold that it felt as if there were ice shards in the air.
Other than the undead, almost everyone in the hall couldn't help but shiver.
Graudin froze, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat forever. It was as if he would never understand that he was wrong from the start. Brando was just an impostor. In fact, the young man's killing intent had already been ignited. He raised his sword and thrust it towards Graudin's throat like a silver thread.
Graudin was stunned. He did not expect Brando to attack without warning. This was not normal! For a moment, Graudin was stunned and did not know how to dodge. If it wasn't for a heavy axe that fell from the sky and blocked Brando's sword, he would have been a corpse on the spot.
"I think I've said before," Kabias's bony hands gripped the handle of his axe as he looked down at the young man: "Baron Graudin is an important ally of ours. We can't just hand him over to you so easily."
"I'm sorry, but you didn't say that." Brando retorted, and both of them took a step back at the same time. Brando activated [Strength Burst], and both of them took three steps back. Neither of them had the upper hand.
"Young man, it's time for you to retreat," Kabias used his axe to support himself on the ground, then raised his head and said: "Madara and Erouine have already stopped fighting. Why do you have to start a war between you and the baron? With such a large commotion in the hall, there's no way the guards outside didn't notice. Aren't you worried about the servants you left in the courtyard? "
Brando's expression darkened, and he was about to attack again.
"Mister Brando!" But the red-haired girl grabbed his sleeve and gritted her teeth. Sanford and the rest of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries were still outside.
"Miss Amandina, do you also think that I shouldn't kill this scum?" Brando asked coldly.
The noble lady was slightly startled, and only then did she recover from her momentary absent-mindedness. She looked at Graudin who was sitting on the ground with an ugly expression. She wanted to stomp on his face to show that she was different from Graudin, but she managed to suppress the discomfort in her heart and replied: "Yes, Graudin. Graudin's face is a 'human'.
"My lord, this bastard is still the lord of the kingdom."
Amandina's words had a hidden meaning. She was pointing out Graudin's identity to Brando. This was not the first time the nobles attacked each other, and as long as it did not harm the kingdom's foundation, the kingdom would not have the time to deal with it. However, she wanted to tell Brando that the trouble lay with the person behind Graudin.
Count Randner was the highest-ranking official of the Randner Border Region of the Kingdom of Erouine. He was a count with special privileges in name, but in reality, his power was equivalent to a marquis. Since two generations ago, this family had a long history of raising a private noble army in order to deal with the barbarian invasions from the borders. Today, the local forces had become the only legal private army in the kingdom.
Even if the royal family did not care about these 'barbarians', and there were other factors that restricted the autonomy of the natives, but in this chaotic world, this count's power was evident.
If Brando killed his son here, it would be tantamount to a declaration of war between the two families. Even though he called himself Viscount Gastine, there was no way he could hide the truth. Moreover, the young man wanted to obtain a piece of land. The people could run, but the new territory would not be able to withstand a single blow from Count Randner's wrath. It would probably be destroyed in an instant.
Amandina did not want to see the young man's efforts go down the drain, so she hoped that he would think twice before acting. On the other hand, she did not want to show even the slightest bit of fear in front of this bestial baron, which was why she spoke in such a cryptic manner.
However, she firmly believed that if it was the young man in front of her, he would be able to understand her every hidden meaning.
Brando snorted coldly.
"Judge the situation, and think thrice before acting." Kabias's cracked jaw seemed to symbolize a soundless smile.
The young man's sword was pointed diagonally at the ground. His gaze swept past the tall skeleton and stared at Graudin coldly, as if he was looking down at a dead dog.
Sensing Brando's cold killing intent, Graudin became even more resolute. Perhaps it was because he was hiding behind Kabias, but he sneered: "If you don't kill me today, Lord Viscount, I'll make sure to repay you double in the future —"
The Baron of Tónigel gritted his teeth as he spat out those words. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life. The nobles he invited to watch Brando make a fool out of himself had shot themselves in the foot, and the feeling of defeat made his heart burn with anger.
But just as he was about to say something to further enrage Brendel, he wanted to make the youth lose his rationality and fight with Kabias until both sides were injured. But just as he was about to speak, he saw Brando raise his hand.
A streak of silver light brushed past his cheek.
Graudin was stunned. Half of the hair on his cheek fell to the ground, and he felt a stinging pain on his cheek. To the onlookers, there was a glaring wound on his cheek. He touched his cheek in a daze, and when he looked down, his palm was stained with blood. The Baron of Erouine screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Kabias was unmoved. The tall skeleton did not need to turn around to know what Brando's attack would do. It was not Graudin's guard, and it was not worth it to attack him for a small wound. Moreover, it was good to teach him a lesson, so that the arrogant noble would not understand the relationship between them.
It looked at Brando again. The young man lowered his hand and said coldly: "Keep your head, I'll come back for it next time."
After saying that, he glanced around the hall. His cold aura forced everyone to take a step back. The young man looked back at Amandina and Scarlett, and walked out of the hall without saying a word.
As soon as he turned around, the guards and heavily-armored soldiers outside the hall who had heard the news immediately separated to two sides. What a joke, most of them just happened to witness the scene of Brendel killing more than twenty knights with a single blow. Even if they did not see it with their own eyes, they still did not understand what kind of killing god this young man was from others. As long as he did not make things difficult for their lord, they would be thankful to the heavens, and would not dare to stop him.
Graudin was angry and anxious. He wanted to order his subordinates to stop Brando, but when he thought of Brando's cold sword, he could not help but think of it.
The baron opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat.
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