The entrance to the mine was bustling with activity. Be it workers or adventurers, all of them entered the mine in an orderly manner under the watchful eyes of a group of cavalrymen. In order to speed up the process, the crowd formed three columns.
Brando glanced at the map in his hand and silently memorized the terrain and markings on it. He then folded the parchment and kept it in his bosom. He raised his head and looked at the group in front of him. More than twenty mercenaries had successfully infiltrated the mine, and the cavalrymen patrolling the entrance were not very vigilant.
This was probably because Schafflund had been peaceful for too long. Even if there were bandits harassing Tónigel, these outlaws rarely dared to enter the mine. On one hand, they were afraid of Count Randner's reputation, and on the other hand, the losses outweighed the gains.
Brando's gaze landed on the lush forest. Scarlett, Metisha, and Jutta might have already infiltrated the mine. Even the weakest of them was at least a Silver-ranked warrior, and it would not be difficult for them to avoid the attention of the soldiers on the tower. The Roman was left behind in Schafflund, and there were two Holy Angels protecting him. At the very least, he would not be too worried.
Then, Brando heard the cavalryman in front of him shouting: "Next!" The cavalryman's voice carried a strong local accent, and he knew it was his turn. They hurriedly lowered their heads and walked forward. At first, they thought that the other party would at least make a show of searching them, but they didn't expect that the cavalrymen wearing bright silver pointed helmets would let them pass after sweeping their gaze over their heads and seeing that no one was carrying any weapons.
[If I knew this would happen, maybe Jutta and the others could have disguised themselves as men and sneaked in.] Brando shook his head and thought to himself. [But it seems like the Silver-ranked swordsman's vigilance is not that high —]
[This is good news.]
After passing the sentry post, the surveillance became more relaxed. Brando looked around and quickly identified the mercenaries in disguise. Of course, the so-called disguise meant that they did not bring any weapons. Of course, he did not immediately rush forward to meet up with his men.
Although it wasn't that adventurers didn't travel in groups, their group of more than 20 people was enough to arouse suspicion.
Moreover, everyone had left a way to contact each other, so there was no rush.
Brando had completed all sorts of quests in The Amber Sword, but he had never gone deep into enemy territory in disguise. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and inexplicably excited. But when he remembered that he was a Gold-ranked Level 1 player, he subconsciously calmed down a little.
Yes, although in the past game, it was a Wohnde where Gold was as plentiful as dogs and Elements were everywhere.
But now, it was only the end of the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves. The War of the Black Roses, which had begun and ended in a hurry this year, had just ignited the flames of war on the land. In this year, there were probably only a few who had the strength of a Gold Ranker before the age of 20.
Brando looked to the side, silently observing the surrounding terrain, as if he was admiring the scenery. Between Schafflund and the mines, there was only a narrow, winding path through the forest. Occasionally, one could see the rolling hills of Grahal Hill towards Trentheim, beyond the trees halfway up the hill.
It was as if a watercolor had been drawn out on a green canvas, and the trees were like mottled ink dots, sprinkled over the mountain range.
It was very pleasing to the eye.
He raised his hand again, and looked at the unfamiliar patterns growing on his palm. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded. It seemed like a long journey, but in retrospect, it had only been a few months.
It was as if it was yesterday, and he remembered that he was still a penniless guy. But in these few short months, he had companions, power that he could rely on, subordinates, and even his own territory. Everything was just like everything he believed in. Step by step, he controlled the foreseeable future.
Until he changed the unknown fate between this ancient kingdom and himself. But now, the ship had begun to turn around. It seemed like it was no longer sailing into the darkness, but there was a glimmer of light.
"How nice would it be if Senior knew all of this?" Brando laughed in his heart.
But a unique scenery that flashed past interrupted his thoughts. Brando noticed that it was a corner of a sentry tower that peeked out from the dense canopy of trees. He saw soldiers with pointed helmets on duty. Looking further away, there were sentry towers like this on every hill.
"Compared to the relaxed attitude of the cavalry outside, the defensive arrangements here can be said to be tight." Brando thought. At the same time, he compared the locations of the sentry towers with the map, and he knew that the adventurers did not lie to him.
The map cost him 3,000 Tor, but it seemed like it was worth the price.
Brando looked into the distance without saying a word, and he tried to reconstruct the surrounding terrain in his mind. But just as he was concentrating, he suddenly felt someone bumping into him from behind. He turned around and saw a young man passing by him.
The young man probably did not expect to bump into someone. Or rather, he thought that Brando was just a young man who was not much older than him, but he felt like he bumped into a mountain. The huge recoil almost made him fall to the side.
The young man took a few steps forward before he could steady himself. He held his chest and gasped for breath. He was obviously shocked, but he quickly raised his head and looked at Brando with surprise.
But his surprise quickly turned into an apologetic look. "I'm sorry." The young man suddenly realized his mistake and apologized with embarrassment.
Brendel looked at the boy. He was wearing a set of adventurer's clothing. It was made from leather and did not have any other advantages. The only good thing about it was that it was durable, but it was barely acceptable to look at.
"Since you said you're sorry, give me back my things." Brando paused for a moment and replied.
He had seen a lot of these pickpockets in The Amber Sword. Even if he did not have this ability in the game, he could still catch the young man. Now, he was a real Gold-tier swordsman.
Now that he had the body of a Gold-tier swordsman, it was much easier to use it than in the game with the help of the system.
As soon as Brando said that, the apologetic look on the young man's face turned into one of surprise, but he immediately laughed. "You found out? That's amazing! " The young man smiled, revealing his white teeth. Even though he was exposed, he did not quibble. Instead, he generously took out a pouch from under his clothes.
It was Brando's money pouch.
"It's okay." Brando took the pouch and replied, "Next time, remember to be gentle. Also," he solemnly added, "pick a target!"
The young man nodded, but he was a little curious. "You're an adventurer? I don't think so. You're not from here, right? But I see that you seem to know the rules here very well. "
He shook his head again. "But I agree with what you said about picking a fat target. But this time, we didn't expect you to be so strong at such a young age. I feel that your reaction is much faster than Maher's! That guy always likes to brag. By the way, brother, where are you from? "
Brando did not know who Maher was, nor was he interested in knowing. He was not used to the young man's familiarity. He thought for a moment and replied, "I've been to many places. In fact, the rules of the thieves' guild are the same everywhere. But since you've returned the money, I don't want to make a big deal out of it. No one wants to offend a bunch of people for no reason … "
What he said was all based on his experience. In today's Vaunte, an experienced adventurer would probably be able to say the same thing, but coming from a young man's mouth, it seemed a little demonic.
"Besides, people like you are very difficult to deal with." Brando concluded.
The young man did not mind. In fact, he was happy as if Brando was praising him. After hearing Brando's words, he showed a curious expression. "You said you've been to many places. That's impossible. You're so young."
Brando shook his head and smiled.
But it was because of this that the young man showed interest. He followed Brando and said, "I'm Jocah. What about you?"
Brando did not reply to his question, but the young man did not seem to mind. He put his hands behind his head and asked with interest, "Are you telling the truth? You said we're like a thieves' guild? What's a thieves' guild like? "
Brendel glanced at him and replied: "What they did is similar to what you did."
The young man raised an eyebrow. "I heard there's going to be a war soon. Is that true?"
Brendel felt a little depressed. [Do you really think I'm a jack of all trades?] He thought for a moment and replied, "You're from here? Why are you so interested in the outside world? "He could tell from the young man's accent that he was a local.
But this time, the young man smiled mysteriously and replied, "Nothing. I just wanted to ask. Then I won't disturb you anymore. Let's talk when we have time. "
With these words, he fell a step behind, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
But Brendel's eyes were sharp, and he saw the boy running into the crowd and gathering with another group of people who were about the same age as him. He thought for a moment and decided to listen to what they were talking about.
"I failed. That guy is very strong!" The young man who spoke first said.
"Heh, how strong can a guy that young be? I can even steal a few coins from the adventurers in town. Don't tell me you're too incompetent, Jocah. "Another voice chuckled and mocked.
"You can try, Maher." The young man retorted.
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