Brando did not say a word after he left Graudin's castle. Even though he walked out of the castle like a king, no one dared to stop him. Even the most loyal Knight of Graudin only dared to hold their swords and move aside in fear. However, the youth was not happy at all. He gripped his scabbard tightly as if it was still there. The scabbard creaked from the excessive force.
Yes, but he still chose to compromise.
It was not that he was afraid of Madara and Graudin's combined forces, but Scarlett's pleading gaze moved him. Just like how he could never become Makarov, he could never ignore Sanford and the other Grey Wolves Mercenaries in the courtyard because of his anger.
He understood that they were the only family and sustenance the girl had in this world. She had the right to do so.
Even though he understood, he still felt suppressed and angry in his heart.
Especially when even Amandina had tactfully objected to it.
The youth could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
He wanted to rebel against Erouine's rotten rules, but he realized that he did not have the ability to do so, and he did not even have the support to do so. He knew that Amandina wanted him to be part of the rules. Even though she did not say it explicitly, she did not hide her true intentions.
Indeed, this was a better choice for him.
But was it possible?
Brando never thought that there would be a day when he would give up on his own ideas. If he retreated, he would have to give up everything. Even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he had to be at odds with Graudin.
Even though he knew that Madara's undead were on Count Randner's side, he had to make this choice. He had already expressed his stance, and the rest could only be left to time to prove.
Brando pursed his lips and did not say a word as he crossed the castle's drawbridge. But with the breeze of the afternoon, the pungent smell of blood wafted into his nostrils. Amandina's voice rang out behind him, and he heard a cry of surprise.
Brando subconsciously raised his head, but at that moment, he was stunned. The familiar street in front of him seemed to stretch endlessly in his vision. The long street stretched to the end of the horizon. There was not a single person on the street, but there were rows of brand new crosses erected on the side of the street.
Rows of crosses with bloody corpses hung on them.
Most of the corpses were dressed in adventurers' and mercenaries' clothes. There were also some who were poor people from the outer city. There were both men and women, but all that was left were lifeless corpses.
Brando remembered that during the ancient times of Wohnde, the local lords would hang the corpses of bandits on the crosses to warn those who continued their business.
But at this moment, who was Graudin trying to warn?
It wasn't just a warning to Graudin, but also to the adventurers and mercenaries in the city. Graudin wanted to use this incident to show them who was the true master of this land.
. a warning.
"Good!"
Brando took a deep breath and almost immediately turned around. But he clenched his teeth and endured it. But from the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure flashing by the side of the street.
[It's him?]
Brando's heart skipped a beat and immediately chased after him.
He turned the corner of the street and followed him into a small alley. The familiar greenish-grey robe entered Brendel's eyes. The young lord hesitated for a moment, but the other party had already opened his mouth.
"Brando … … Sir, am I right?" The young man wearing the greenish-grey robe looked at him and asked coldly.
Brando recognized him as the acolyte he had met in the morning. He had a deep impression of him and naturally wouldn't forget him.
He nodded his head.
The young man didn't immediately open his mouth. Both of them sank into silence. Although the young man's face was cold, his eyes were filled with silent anger.
After a short moment of silence, the young man finally opened his mouth: "I remember you asked me if I wanted to take revenge." The young man's expression didn't change as he replied: "If I tell you now, I want to —"
He raised his head and clenched his teeth: "Sir, can you show me the way?"
Brando remained silent.
"This is also what the other people in the city think. The mercenaries and adventurers have already formed a grudge against Baron Graudin." The young man stared at him and continued: "If Sir is willing, we are willing to serve you."
The distance between them was less than ten meters, but Brando shook his head: "I still have the same question. Do you want to take revenge?"
The young man was startled.
He hesitated for a moment before nodding his head.
"Then live well," Brando looked at him and replied: "I promise you, but not now."
"Sir?"
Brando didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked out of the alley, just in time to see the others chasing after him. But when they saw the young man's gloomy face and the endless anger he was suppressing, the Nightsong Tiger and Sanford who didn't know the truth could only look at each other.
The young man passed by them.
"Brando." Romaine was the only one who called out to him.
Roman stood behind him with her small bag in her hands. She looked at him with her dark brown eyes and raised her eyebrows: "Are you angry?"
Brando was slightly startled. He didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry when he looked at Romaine's face. He could only sigh and gently pat the girl's cheek.
"Thank you."
"Eh?" Roman frowned and pushed his hand away. She asked curiously: "But I haven't said anything yet."
"Didn't Amandina ask you to come here?"
"How did you know?"
Brando sighed again and shook his head. He turned his head to the other side, and sure enough, he saw the noble girl lifting her skirt to catch up with him.
"Are you angry with me?" Amandina raised her head to look at him and whispered: "My lord?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, Amandina." Brando replied in a low voice.
"But you're still angry, my lord."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Amandina, you know that things in this world aren't as simple as black and white —"
"You're right. Let Count Randner be the highest ranking officer in Aouine's southern borders. His influence is so great that it can be said that he's a vassal. His private army can make anyone who dares to oppose him tremble in fear. Even those who are truly powerful can only curse him in secret. Not to mention the ants in our line of work. "
Brando shook his head and looked at Amandina: "It can even be said that if he sneezes, our path ahead will be filled with dangers and thorns. If we're not careful, we'll be reduced to ashes."
"But?"
Amandina asked seriously.
"But —" Brando nodded: "These are not reasons for me to bow down to him. If accepting Graudin's gift with a fake smile is considered shrewd, then I'd rather choose the path of iron and blood, fire and sword. "
"Do you understand?"
"You've asked me why before, Amandina, but I don't know what you're talking about," he said with a flick of his finger: The answer is simple. There's no reason, it's because I'm Brando. "
He turned to look at the young Roman: "You're Brando from Bucce."
Amandina immediately winked at him playfully. It was as if their minds were connected.
Amandina was slightly speechless. She was stunned for a moment before she reacted: "But perhaps we can choose a more sensible way. I can understand your thoughts, my lord, but there's a saying among nobles. The dead have no right to object! "
"Right now, we're not only facing Baron Graudin, but also the Randner family and Madara. My lord, you —" Amandina bit her lips. Even though she felt something ignited in her chest because of Brando's words, her dark eyes were still filled with worry.
"That's my problem, Amandina," Brando replied calmly: "Whether it's Graudin, Count Randner, or even Madara's undead army."
He looked at Graudin's towering castle again.
"Since we'll have to face them sooner or later, then I'll be waiting for you —"
He left these words behind and turned to leave.
The red-haired girl with a long ponytail who was far behind the group saw this scene. She looked at Brando's back and tightened her grip on her spear.
Amandina also looked at the young man's back worriedly, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes. But it was precisely because of this that she was even more worried that this outstanding young man would do something impulsive. After all, their current strength was far from enough to contend against Graudin. Sometimes, confidence was not enough to solve everything.
*****
* Clang! * A white porcelain ornament from the Anson era was smashed into pieces.
Not long after Brando and the rest left, Graudin angrily smashed something in his study. There were only three people left in the room. Kabias and Rothko had retreated. As undead, they naturally could not stay in the castle for long. The secret alliance with Madara was not a small matter. Of course, the consequences of revealing it to the public would not affect Count Randner at all.
However, the reputation of colluding with the undead would not be good if word got out.
Right now, Graudin was only left with his two male pets, which was why he could vent his anger without any qualms. "Viscount Gaston, Viscount Gaston, these Northerners have gone too far!" The baron was in a state of hysteria. He had never been humiliated like this in his entire life.
If not for the fact that the other party was too strong, he would have definitely taken their heads. Even if it meant going to war with another family, he would not hesitate to do so. Even though it would be difficult to explain to Count Randner, Graudin did not have the time to care about such details in his rage.
Seeing him take two deep breaths, one of the male pets finally dared to approach him and whispered: "My lord, they have already left the castle. Why don't we just —"
(PS: I've been depressed for the past few days, and it's hard for me to write. I've been in seclusion for a few days, and I've finally cleared my mind today. I've broken through the barrier of the strong, and everything is clear before my eyes. I hope all the eunuch haters can scram now.)
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