"Why don't you try, Maher?" The youth retorted.
"Tsk, he's already on his guard. You've got it all planned out —"
"But he's pretty good. He's been to a lot of places. Joka said, "Even though he's not a local, he seems to know our rules. I'm surprised!"
"Hmph," a weak voice spoke up, "Maher got the story from a drunkard. He's just copying the rules. It'd be weird if he didn't know."
Maher's face reddened, "Cut the crap. Isn't that guy very knowledgeable? Why don't you sell those weird things to him? Maybe he'll like them. "
Even though he said 'sell', his tone sounded like he was mocking Maher.
"I can't be bothered to deal with a vulgar person like you. You don't know what's good for you."
"That's enough. I told you not to cause trouble," a fourth voice spoke up. It was a girl's voice.
Brando froze. A woman really came in disguise? He couldn't help but curse at the riders outside before he continued to listen.
"We met that man at the trout in the forest yesterday. He was with a few women, and he didn't look like an adventurer." The girl's voice continued. "I saw him ordering the most expensive wine at Old John's. He didn't look like he was short of money. He must be up to no good here."
Brando frowned and cursed his bad luck. He decided to disguise himself and sneak into the mines after he heard the news, but he forgot that he had already exposed himself.
However, with such a small mistake, he thought that it was impossible for someone to be caught so coincidentally. But he didn't expect Mother Marsha to play such a big joke on him. The scene yesterday afternoon was actually noticed by someone.
While he was thinking about how to deal with this, the girl continued, "Should we report this?"
Brando's heart skipped a beat.
But the weak voice spoke up, "Shh, don't say anything. This has nothing to do with us. Just pretend that you don't know about this. This isn't a simple matter. He might have an accomplice. None of us want to lose our heads, right? "
After this voice, the others were silent for a while.
"Alright." Maher replied, "It's decided then. After this, we'll be leaving this place. Let's not cause any more trouble."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Brando turned around. He didn't think that someone in the group would say something so insightful. He couldn't help but be interested in the person who spoke. But when he turned around, the youths were long gone.
"Interesting."
Brendel had a strange thought in his mind.
… …
Brando didn't walk for long on the two-mile road to the mine. But when he entered the mine, he could feel that the surveillance around him had become stricter.
Schafflund's silver mine was located in the middle of a mountain range. Because of the shallow mining, the surrounding mountain walls had been hollowed out, forming a concave valley. If one looked from the mouth of the valley, they would see large patches of gray and lead-black rocks. Brando didn't recognize the silver ore, but he could recognize the watchtowers that were built on top of the mountains. He couldn't help but frown when he looked at them. It was very troublesome to get in and out of this place. He wanted to lure the Gold-ranked swordsman out to kill him, but it didn't seem feasible now. He had to change his plan at the last minute.
He looked around. The ground in the concave valley was relatively flat, but he couldn't see the entrance to the mine from here. Instead, he could see that there was a semi-fortress outside the valley. That should be the barracks of the local garrison. Count Randner's secretary and adjutant should be there as well.
Brendel turned around and looked at the piles of slag in the valley. There were mining carts everywhere, and workers were coming and going. Most of them were orderly, and only a few adventurers like him who came here for the first time were at a loss.
But he wasn't nervous. He calmed down and followed behind the others. The soldiers wouldn't leave them alone, and he thought that someone would come and line them up soon.
And it turned out that he was right.
Brando soon saw a group of patrolling cavalrymen appearing from the side of the valley. They rode their mounts closer to the group of adventurers, but the cavalrymen who were wearing bright noble uniforms didn't seem to have the mood to waste time on them. Instead, they shouted at the group of adventurers: "Line up over there and get your number and tools —!"
With that, the cavalrymen immediately turned around and walked towards the group of adventurers.
Brando looked at the direction the cavalrymen pointed at. There, the manager of the mine was handing out tools and a wooden plate with a number written on it to the workers. Both of these items were not allowed to be lost or damaged in the mining area. If any of these were to happen, they would be severely punished. The Wohnde of this era did not have any humanitarianism. Here, as long as there was a legitimate or not legitimate reason, it was not a big deal to be beaten to death.
Even the secretary of the mine had the right to order a person to be hanged as long as he suspected that someone had stolen the Count's ores.
But Brando didn't care about that. He was only concerned about which camp he would be assigned to. The workers naturally lived in the valley for the next six days. Thus, no matter how stingy the mine officials were, they had no choice but to build a crude camp for the workers.
Naturally, the main building of the camp was a thatched hut. It was filled with all sorts of unbearable smells for a modern person. If not for the fact that Brando's body was much stronger than that of an ordinary person after entering the Golden Realm, he was worried that he would faint from the stench when he entered the dimly lit hut.
His worry quickly became a reality.
He frowned as he stood in front of the crumbling hut. He compared the number in his hand with the location of the hut. But in the end, he was disappointed.
It was here.
Brando's nose twitched. He was still a few feet away from the hut, but he could already smell the nauseating stench. At that moment, he suddenly felt that Jutta, Scarlet, and Metisha were wise not to come. And of course, he had made the most foolish choice.
He hesitated for a moment and could not help but look back. There were a total of four such camps in the valley. He had secretly noticed that most of the mercenaries were scattered. But he believed that this would not be a problem for the experienced warriors.
Another piece of good news was that there were three people who were assigned to the same camp as him. He had already found some markings outside the huts.
But no matter if it was good news or bad news, it could not solve the current problem. Brando frowned in distress. In the end, he hesitated and walked towards the dark hut. His expression was as if he was walking towards the execution ground.
Of course, before entering the hut, he waved his hand and an invisible wind rolled up a few pebbles and formed a triangle at the door. After he had mastered the White Raven Swordsmanship, he could now use it freely.
Brando thought that this would be a very useful swordsmanship. If he had the time, he could go to Erouine's palace and learn the advanced parts of it. But this idea was a little unrealistic. After all, Erouine's secret swordsmanship was not something that could be easily leaked out.
Princess Gryphine must be proficient in this swordsmanship as well. But what conditions would she be willing to teach it to him was a problem.
With this thought in mind, he entered the hut. Even though he tried his best to control himself, he could not help but cover his nose with his hand.
The hut was quiet for a moment.
Then he heard a voice that was almost inaudible. "Tsk, spoiled nobleman."
This sentence was almost silent. If it was heard by a normal person, it would have been inaudible. But Brando heard it clearly.
He raised his head and saw the people in the hut. Then he was stunned. This was too much of a coincidence. The people in the hut were none other than the youths he met before.
He first saw the youth named Jocah. He was smiling awkwardly as he sat on a straw mat opposite him.
Then there was the youth named Maher beside him. He seemed to be the oldest among them and also the most muscular one. He was taller than Jocah by a head and was almost the same height as Brando.
Brando immediately knew that this youth was the one who spoke earlier. He saw the youth's hand under his clothes and guessed that there was a dagger or short sword under his clothes. Brando could not help but curse at the patrolling knights outside.
"You have some guts, but you don't know what's good for you." That was his first impression of the youth.
Then he looked to the other side. Sitting on the straw mat was a youth who seemed to be stunted. Because of his thin limbs, his head seemed to be bigger than a normal person's. But the youth's gaze surprised Brando. It was neither Jocah's nor Maher's alertness. It was a look of observation.
He was observing him.
Brando's interest was piqued. He knew that he was different from a few months ago. He had experienced battles, killed people, and became the leader of thousands of people. He even had the strength of a Gold-ranked warrior. Even though he was trying to hide his identity, Brando knew that some things could not be hidden.
For example, his gaze and temperament.
In fact, there were very few people who could look him in the eye, but this youth was able to calmly observe him. Brando also observed the youth carefully. He noticed that there was a gray backpack beside the youth's straw mat, but he did not know what was inside.
Finally, he looked up and saw the girl who was dressed as a boy. She was also a little skinny and did not look very pretty. She was just a little delicate with a few freckles on her face. Even though the room was dark, it was as bright as day in his eyes, and he could see everything clearly.
Other than these few people, there were actually three other youths in the room. They seemed to be in the same group. But that was not what Brando wanted to complain about.
What he really wanted to complain about was:
Eight people in such a small room? Oh my god, Martha. Even the third-rate university I went to wasn't this stingy. What a bunch of bastards!
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