Brendel was stunned when he saw the tears rolling down Scarlet's cheeks.
"What's wrong?"
The girl let her tears fall as if she didn't hear him and only reacted after a while. She sniffed to calm her emotions and finally realized that she had lost her composure. Her cheeks flushed red.
"It's nothing. It's … It's too painful …" Scarlet turned her head away and answered reluctantly: "My lord …"
Brando felt like crying in his heart. [Isn't this excuse a little too clumsy? Does it look like she's crying because she's in too much pain? It's more appropriate to say that she's trying to hide her panic!]
He wasn't an idiot and could roughly guess what she was thinking. Even though he didn't know what she thought of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries, Makarov, and himself, he could see that her silence couldn't hide her avoidance of the past.
Rather than saying that she had accepted everything, it was more like she was still stuck in her memories. She seemed to have an instinctive fear and distrust of the outside world. If she left everything she was familiar with, she would be surrounded by a great sense of isolation.
He did not know what she had experienced in the past, but he knew that the 'Maned Wolf' Makarov's actions must have caused great harm to her.
"Can you stand up?" He threw those thoughts away and asked.
Scarlet nodded weakly, but she tried a few times. Even though she was holding Brando's hand, the pain was so intense that she couldn't help but whimper and kneel down.
Brando saw the red-haired girl grit her teeth as she cried and tried her best to stand up. He couldn't bear to see her like this. Even though he had seen women cry before, but compared to the girls in the game who had tears in their eyes, Scarlet's strength was more admirable.
Moreover, he was a man after all.
"Don't hold on anymore, I'll carry you!" Brando said.
They couldn't stay here for too long. Even though they didn't know the situation of Kodan and Metisha who were sealed on the other side, they couldn't stay here for too long. However, if the old man returned to the surface before them, their mission would be a complete failure.
They had to race against time.
"How … can I?"
Scarlet was stunned. What kind of lord would do such a thing? Perhaps Makarov would do something like that, but she knew that it was to buy people's hearts, just like how the Grand Commander did not care about her in the past. She did not understand why, and no matter how well she did, she would never get as much attention as Eke.
But later on, she finally understood that even if you wanted to buy people's hearts, you still needed to have the qualifications to be bought. Of course, Scarlet wouldn't be jealous of the person she loved, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
A guy who didn't even have the strength of a Silver rank might not even be as good as Redi in the eyes of the captain. Thinking of the white-haired young man who had been killed by Brando, the red-haired girl couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust.
But what was the young lord's purpose?
She didn't have any strength left and didn't have any reputation among the remaining members of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. She was even weaker than Sanford. She had to admit that she was not as beautiful as the merchant girl who was announced to be his fiancée.
Brando only had physical contact with the latter, let alone her.
"There's no need … …" She thought for a moment and shook her head: "My lord, you should leave first. You can come and save me after you control the mine … …"
She paused for a moment and said hesitantly: "I'm a mercenary, and I won't be too scared alone. At most, my lord, please leave me a piece of illuminating crystal … …"
Brando didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at the fear written all over her face. It was still a problem whether they could find a way out, but even if they were lucky, it would take at least a few hours for them to return. Leaving a defenseless girl like her alone was not dangerous, and the most important thing was that she might turn into an angel the moment he left her.
But he thought for a moment and didn't say it directly. Instead, he replied tactfully: "You've lost too much blood. It's dangerous for you to stay here."
"It's fine," the red-haired girl shook her head: "This is also Lady Martha's will. Besides, there's no need for you to bring a burden with you."
She paused for a moment and her voice became weak: "Actually, thank you, my lord. It's enough that you don't want to leave Scarlet behind … …"
The girl took a deep breath and forced a smile: "So … … I can't be selfish, right?"
Brando was stunned when he heard this.
He looked at Scarlet's beautiful amber eyes. There was even a trace of mist in them, but in the end, they were still dim and lifeless. He suddenly understood.
Such an outstanding girl wouldn't have met such a fate if she was born in Wohnde.
But did Wohnde ever have a peaceful life?
The reason why The Amber Sword set this world to be one of strife and turbulence was because a game needed a turbulent environment to write an epic chapter. But what was an epic? For this world, it was nothing more than flames burning the earth, bones piling up, and rivers of blood flowing.
In Wohnde, where the borders of civilization were constantly being nibbled away, wars became more frequent. Because of the need for survival, on one hand, humans became more collective, but on the other hand, they became more utilitarian and practical.
The consequence was that the existence of the individual became insignificant.
The warmth between people had long disappeared, and the whole society was filled with a sense of coldness when it was formed, cold and efficient.
Although in Erouine, there was more and more resistance because of the incompetent nobles holding the ruling power of the country, but this resistance was not to overthrow the system of this world. In the end, it was because the people at the bottom generally doubted the legitimacy of the ruler. This legitimacy had nothing to do with blood or birth, and the only criterion was strength.
The strong were respected, and the weak seemed to be left to fend for themselves.
As a modern person, Brando did not object to the former, but he did not agree with the latter.
He knew that Scarlett's story was not unique in this world. There were thousands of Scarlett's in this world, just like how there were thousands of Sifrid's. If not for him, the little girl from the Green Village would not have ended up any better than the red-haired girl in front of him.
Was it not?
In fact, there were many people in this world who were more unfortunate than them.
He was powerless to change all of this. This was different from changing the fate of Erouine. It was a rebellion against the will of the world itself. This will not only represented the power of a huge society, but also the laws of nature that formed this power.
After all, this was a different world from Earth.
Brando's selfish wish was to save the Kingdom. As for whether this wish would hurt more people, he did not think too much about it. These people might come from other countries, such as Madara, Cruz, or even the oppression of the Kingdom itself.
Brando only hoped that the people he was familiar with, whether it was the princess, the Valkyrie, or the people who sacrificed their lives for the Kingdom, would not repeat the tragedy that happened to them.
Rewriting history, that was all.
When a tragedy like Scarlett's happened, he did not think that he could turn a blind eye to it.
When Brando heard Scarlett's words, he shook his head and said: "You're thinking too much. Do you think I'm such a useless person?"
"But … …" Scarlett was still hesitating.
"An excellent leader will never leave any of his members behind." Brendel felt that he should say something cool like this at this moment. He remembered that this sentence was told to him by his senior sister when she handed the team over to him.
But he found that he could not be serious at all. In the end, he could only shake his head and make a clumsy joke: "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you."
But Brando was about to cry when he said this. He felt that he had embarrassed himself as a transmigrator.
Scarlett was not any better. Her face was completely red, and she quickly shook her head: "Of course not, it's just … …"
"No, it's just … …" Brando felt that he would go crazy if he continued talking. He simply carried Scarlett with both hands without saying a word, completely ignoring the latter's frightened cry.
Qian Xi was dumbfounded.
She never dreamed that Brando would be so forceful. Her mind was in a mess: "He, he, he just said that he won't take advantage of me!" But the girl immediately buried her head in her chest like an ostrich. Her ears were red, and her heart was thumping. She could not say a word.
She wondered if this was the legendary princess carry.
When she was in the mercenary group, she had wondered more than once if Eke would carry her to the Holy Cathedral one day. But this little extravagant hope had long since turned into a beautiful fantasy after Yura appeared.
But this red-haired girl never thought that one day, someone would really carry her like this. It was just that this person wasn't the one she had imagined, and the pitch-black tunnel seemed a little too eerie.
But when she leaned her head against Brando's chest like an ostrich, she felt an inexplicable sense of security even though her heart was beating fast.
"My lord is different from most people I've met." She thought, "He's also different from Eke. When I'm by his side, I feel a strange sense of security and trust. This feeling is probably the same for Amandina, and the Roman lady as well. They should all be able to feel it … … "
Scarlett suddenly understood why there were more and more people gathering around Brando in the past few months. Although this was not unrelated to the young man's personal ability, there were many people in Wohnde who had more background and ability than him.
But today, she finally found the reason.
She lightly clicked her tongue, thinking that she was lucky to be able to follow such a lord. It seemed that Lady Martha had not completely abandoned her.
But the prospect of losing her power still made her feel a little gloomy. She knew that she was not a genius, and it would not be easy to regain her power.
But she shook her head and threw this thought away. She would just take it one day at a time. Brando's every move had made her completely relieved.
But when she thought this, she did not know that she only had a few days or even a few hours to live.
… …
(PS. If you're in a situation where your results are good, you really don't want to ask for support.)
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