The main hall of Abies Castle was bustling with activity. Brando, Metisha, The Shire, Scarlet, and the Nightsong Tiger were all gathered together. They watched as the mercenaries carried a huge dusty map out of the basement and placed it on a long table.
When the map was placed horizontally on the long table, everyone around the long table couldn't help but sigh softly. However, only the younger of the Wild Elf sisters asked, "My Lord, how did you know that bastard would put the map in the basement?" After she finished speaking, she immediately looked at her elder sister carefully. Fortunately, Ferlarn didn't look for trouble with her this time and only glared at her in annoyance. In fact, the scene of Brando becoming an Elementalist had shocked her to the core, and she was still in a daze.
Brando knew that the 'bastard' she was referring to was Graudin, but the once arrogant Baron was currently lying in the courtyard outside. He was not in the mood to collect the scum's corpse, and he might be able to use it in the future.
He looked outside the main hall and saw the mercenaries gathering in the inner hall. Other than eliminating the remaining enemies, one of their tasks was to search for Bai.Tiamas Qiu Yue, who had escaped. However, Brando knew that Bai.Tiamas would not stay in Abies Castle. Even though Bai.Tiamas lost miserably in their previous encounter, Bai.Tiamas would not do anything meaningless.
For example, staying here to give him trouble and vent his anger was not the habit of the Black Knights of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. If it was the Red Knight, Ladios, then it would be possible. However, Bai.Tiamas would never put himself in danger for no reason. This was one of the reasons why he was the most difficult to deal with among the Four Knights of the Apocalypse.
He would not leave any traces that could be used against him.
"Most of the nobles have the same habits, Tia." Brando replied while thinking: "And I don't think Graudin was the one who put this map down. I doubt he has the will to govern this territory." His words were half true and half false. He knew that the map had nothing to do with the nobles' habits, but he knew exactly what was in the basement. Even though he wasn't one of the players who overthrew Graudin, he was still aware of the details of the incident.
Brando looked at the map. It was probably a map left behind during the construction of Abies Castle. Naturally, it was not Graudin's handiwork. Perhaps it was left behind by the previous generations. The young wizard beside him frowned when he saw the map.
"This map has at least a few decades of history," The Shire coughed twice and said: "Doesn't he care about his territory at all? In the territory of the Black Tower Adepts, the Adepts redraw the map every year. "
Brando shook his head. [You think everyone is a wizard? Furthermore, this is Trentheim, the most barbaric region in the whole of Aouine. What else can you expect? He swept the dust off the map with his hand and replied: "In this era, it's normal for the map of a small city like this to remain unchanged for a few decades. It's barely usable. Besides, we don't need such a detailed map right now. "
"In this era?" The Shire frowned and looked at him.
"You have a habit of saying that," Brando raised his head and rolled his eyes: "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," the young wizard quickly shook his head: "It's just that when you say it, my lord, it's filled with a sense of history. When you say it, my lord, you're already standing at the height of history. You're truly wise and mighty. "
Brando didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Enough with the nonsense."
But he suddenly remembered something: "Right, Lucky Hands … No, Felaern, where's the equipment I asked you to organize?"
"Ah?" The elder of the Wild Elf sisters seemed to have just woken up. She was stunned for a moment and asked: "What is it?"
"Cleaning up the battlefield?"
"Oh," Felaern was slightly startled: "Is it the remains of that skeleton? Speaking of which, there's something strange that I wanted to ask my lord — "
Something strange?
Brando paused for a moment. The equipment dropped by a Gold-ranked commander of Madara like Kabias wouldn't be that bad. However, there were many strange equipment in The Amber Sword. Other than the low-level toys, all of the Fantasy grade and above items were considered 'small artifacts' by the players. That was why he couldn't help but be curious when he heard what Lucky Hands said.
But just as he was about to ask, he saw Cornelius, who was sweating profusely, and a young man in a green-gray robe walking into the hall.
Seeing the two of them, Brando's expression turned serious and he immediately interrupted Felaern's words. He hurriedly asked Cornelius: "How is it?"
"We're well rested, my lord. We can set off at any time —" Cornelius carefully glanced at him and replied.
His words were like a signal, and everyone in the hall picked up their weapons and stood up from their seats. Even Scarlett, who had been chatting with Sifrid, patted her shoulder and stood up. Brando looked at them and nodded: "Then let's set off! I'll leave Raban's support to you, Lord Cornelius. I'll have Miss Metisha go with you. What's the situation on the other side? "
Metisha nodded to Cornelius after hearing Brando's words.
Cornelius frowned and shook his head: "We've already sent the signal, but there's still no news. I've already sent a scout to contact them, but they won't be back for a while. "
"It's too late," Brando shook his head: "We have to set off immediately."
"But my lord, I know Jutta," Cornelius suddenly said: "Even if she doesn't arrive in time, she'll still do her best to delay Madara's undead. My lord, I don't think you need to worry too much — "
Brando interrupted him before he could finish: "It's useless. They won't be able to delay the undead. I know Madara's usual tactics better than all of you. Under the encirclement of the endless skeleton army, unless they are in a defensive position, the two to three hundred mercenaries are like stones thrown into the sea. In just a moment, they will be reduced to ashes. "
He placed his hands on the table and looked at everyone: "Not to mention there's still the Necromancers and Dark Warriors hiding among them."
Brando straightened his back and picked up Scarlett's sword: "The only thing we can do now is to set off immediately. The only thing left is to pray that Miss Jutta can reach the west gate in time. Otherwise, there's only one outcome — "
The hall fell silent.
Everyone looked at each other, but when they saw that Brendel did not say another word after he finished speaking, he picked up his sword and left his seat. They were stunned for a moment, but they still followed him one by one. At this moment, Ciel lifted his head from the dusty map and asked calmly, "So the worst outcome is to give up on Firburh City, right? My lord? "
Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand why the young Adept would change the topic to this.
But Brando stopped at the door and looked back at him: "What did you think?"
"I was just thinking that my lord is as daring as ever —"
Brando smiled faintly.
"Because the price is too high," he replied: "I don't want to lose money. I can only choose the path with the highest returns, even if the risk is higher. But like I said, a dead man won't care if there's one or two ropes around his neck. "
"That's true, but now I know that my lord and Miss Roman are a perfect match."
Brando smiled.
"My lord?" The Nightsong Tiger did not understand.
"The Shire's words are exactly what I plan to do," Brando nodded: "Not only do I want to kill Graudin, but I also want to claim Tónigel. Count Randner wants to teach me a lesson, and I'll use this land that originally belonged to him to teach him a lesson. Victory or defeat is not only determined by strength, but also by wisdom — — "
"No one can win against the future."
He stepped out of the door and looked back at the silver-haired middle-aged man who was the only outsider in the hall: "Besides, who said that a new noble can only have one piece of land? Don't you agree, Cornelius? "
Cornelius was sweating profusely as he looked at Brando in a daze. There was only one thought in his mind: Either I'm crazy, or this young man is crazy! He's challenging the traditions of this ancient kingdom and the rules of the game between the nobles.
Forcefully invading a noble's land —
Martha above! If he succeeds, he'll overturn Erouine's ancient beliefs.
The silver-haired middle-aged man lowered his head and thought of another possibility — they've all gone mad!
However, The Shire had a different opinion from the mercenary leader. The young Magus raised his head and asked without surprise, "But now it seems that the risk is indeed very high. The undead are just outside the city, and if we give up Abies, my lord will lose the excuse to establish a foothold in Tónigel — "
"So, my lord, what do you plan to do? Do you plan to hide in the forest and fight as a guerrilla? By the way, my lord, what did you say about the sixteen words you taught me last time? "
Brendel smiled faintly and turned his head back. His gaze passed through the large arched door outside the corridor, and it was dark outside. But Brando knew that dawn was only a moment away. Perhaps the sun would rise from the horizon in the next moment.
However, could Abies really hold out until the next moment?
"Man proposes, God disposes." The young man replied, "Since you've chosen the life of a gambler, then you should calm down and enjoy the thrill of a gambler."
"As for guerrilla warfare," he replied, "Don't worry, I'm also a descendant of a grandmaster."
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