Brando's mind raced. In fact, he had a lot of things that could prove his identity, but the most convincing one was the White Raven Sword Art and the brooch given to him by the princess.
The White Raven Sword Art was the secret sword art of Erouine's palace. Anyone who saw it would suspect that he was related to the royal family of Erouine. The White Raven Sword Art was derived from the Holy Cathedral of the Wind Empress, so it had nothing to do with Cruz.
The brooch was the symbol of the Royal Knight Order of Erouine. Even if the Cruz people had a way to get it, they would not use it as a disguise. Even the weak Erouine would not accept such humiliation. As the saying goes, a rabbit will bite when cornered. Although the Cruz people were not afraid of Erouine's strength, they would not want to get involved in a war for no reason.
It could be said that the high-ranking nobles of the Cruz people would not bother to disguise themselves as Erouine people. If the other Cruz people chose to do so, they would have to consider the consequences.
Although the Cruz people were protective of their own people, they would not get involved in a war for a nobody.
Therefore, whether it was the White Raven Sword Art or the emblem of the Royal Knight Order, they were the best evidence to prove that he was one of Erouine's people. However, Brando hesitated for a while and decided to use the White Raven Sword Art to prove himself.
After all, the brooch was a secret agreement between him and the princess. Brando could guess from the history and the princess' letter that the nobles who supported the royal family of Corvado were not united. Although there were loyal subjects like Oberwei and Benninger, there were also people like Woods and Makarov who were wavering in the middle. Not to mention the people under Duke Anthony who had their own plans.
It was not hard to imagine that not everyone wanted the princess to get in touch with him. Some of them might even try to stop her. Even though Brendel did not know that he had already guessed the situation, he had a rough idea in his heart. He could imagine that Her Royal Highness had given this brooch to him despite all the pressure she was under. In fact, it was a sign of trust.
This kind of insignificant support did not have any practical meaning, but it gave Brando a sense of trust. As a modern person, Brando could not have the feeling of a Knight swearing loyalty to the king, but at least he felt a faint sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Brando did not know what this feeling was.
But he knew that if he casually used this kind of trust, it would put the princess thousands of miles away in a disadvantageous position.
Even though this had nothing to do with him, he subconsciously chose to avoid this option.
"Mr. Mephisto." Brando took a deep breath and put away the feeling of being inexplicably pointed out by Mephisto. He said seriously, "I think you're mistaken about one thing."
"Oh, you know me?" Mephisto snorted softly. He looked at Brando coldly and said, "But it's useless to say more. Where is Veronica?"
Brando was stunned. Mephisto was looking for trouble with Veronica. He must have heard from somewhere that Veronica had left Cruz alone, so he came all the way here.
Brando was secretly shocked. Mephisto had spent a lot of effort to catch up with Veronica. There were no less than ten sea and land routes from Cruz to Erouine. After entering the Black Forest, there was no trace of Veronica. How much hatred did Mephisto have for people from Cruz to do this?
But there was one thing that made him speechless. Where was he going to find Veronica? Speaking of which, he had lost the precious daughter of the Duke of Cruz, a genius alchemist, and a Viscount of the Empire.
It was too late to hide, so why would he go looking for her? Was he looking for death?
Greysword Saint-Meiphistopheles was not surprised by Brando's reaction. Although he hated people from Cruz, he knew that most people from Cruz, especially nobles, were extremely proud and unyielding. They rarely backed down because of threats.
Years ago, when Mephisto fought against the army in Cruz, most of the candidates who died in his hands were young. But even though they knew that they were no match for him, none of them fell with their backs facing him.
That battle left a deep impression on Mephisto.
Therefore, when he saw Brando today, he did not intend to let him speak first. The Ash Sword Saint snorted coldly: "You don't want to talk? Then come with me. I believe Veronica will not leave a future genius like you alone."
Although he did not see Brando's swordsmanship, the young man's commanding ability when fighting against the Winter Wolf was enough to be called a genius.
"Wait —!" Brando saw the Ash Sword Saint raise his giant sword without saying anything. His gray cloak fluttered, and an invisible wind pressure came at him. He was going to attack directly. Brando could not help but feel his scalp tingle. His eyes narrowed, and he quickly slid back like a ghost.
Mephisto raised his sword to block Brando's escape route. With his ability, he could easily capture Brando among these people. But he did not expect Brando to retreat so quickly. It was as if he knew what he was going to do.
At this time, Brando secretly sighed. When the Ash Sword Saint attacked, his' In-Depth Analysis' skill did not react at all. In the game, this could only mean one thing: the Ash Sword Saint's skill level was too high. It had exceeded the limit of the current 'In-Depth Analysis' skill.
However, 'In-Depth Analysis' could more or less play a role in the fight with Veronica. Although the Kirrlutzian Sword Saint did not use her full strength, the difference in strength between the two was obvious.
In fact, Brando knew very well that the Ash Sword Saint might be slightly weaker than the Green Sword Saint Veronica in terms of absolute strength. But if they really fought, Veronica might not be a match for the Ash Sword Saint.
Veronica's swordsmanship was at the peak of perfection. She could be considered as one of the top Sword Saints. However, the Greysword Saint-mephistopheles was already an inhuman existence in the hearts of the players. If one had to give him a title, it would be the Sword God.
Brando was able to dodge the attack purely because he had studied the Ash Sword Saint's attacking habits more than once when he completed the Black Iron Body quest. Moreover, he knew that the Ash Sword Saint would not defend himself if he wanted to capture him. With his experience and cleverness, he was able to dodge the attack before the Ash Sword Saint made his move.
Otherwise, if the Ash Sword Saint was determined to slash Brando, not to mention his swordsmanship, just his sword aura alone would be enough to split Brando into two.
Even so, he was only able to take one step back. After that, he would not be able to dodge the Ash Sword Saint's second strike.
It was as if he knew what the Ash Sword Saint was going to do next. But his strength was limited, and the gap between them was too big. Even if he knew what the Ash Sword Saint was going to do next, he could only watch as he was defeated.
He took a step back and looked up to see Mephistopheles's calm expression. Mephistopheles swung his sword in the direction of his right hand, and a crescent-shaped Sword Aura shot out. But the strange thing was that the Sword Aura drew a perfect arc on the ground and whooshed towards Brendel's back as if it had eyes of its own.
Secret Art? Dragon Strike? In the past, countless players had died under this attack. Of course, Brando was no exception. Even after reaching level 130 as a Warrior, he still could not master this technique. Forget about mastering it, he had never even heard of it. Other than the Ash Sword Saint's self-created Secret Art, the Twenty Forms, no one else knew this technique.
Brando saw that the Ash Sword Saint was going to use his ultimate attack, but he could not do anything about it. At least, Brando did not think that he was tired of living. He could only stop for a moment. But the moment he stopped, the result was already decided.
Mephistopheles seemed to have predicted Brendel's choice. He retracted his greatsword, and with a sudden thrust, he charged towards Brendel.
Brendel swallowed the word 'wait' back into his stomach. The young lord felt a sense of suffocation in the face of such a powerful attack.
This was the Ash Sword Saint's plan. In his opinion, Brando could only raise his sword to meet the Ash Sword Saint's attack. And in a battle where the weak was fighting against the strong, the Ash Sword Saint could not do anything. If the Ash Sword Saint was still suppressing the Ash Sword Saint, then the next attack would be the key to victory.
Brendel was aware of this, but he had no other choice. His mind raced as he tried to find a way to resolve the worst-case scenario.
It was at this moment that a voice that he was extremely familiar with suddenly sighed. "Eh?"
It was the voice of the female Knight. The Ash Sword Saint's aura made her feel threatened in her sleep, so she woke up early. As soon as she woke up, she immediately realized that Brando was in a very dangerous situation.
"I've never seen his swordsmanship before, but he's pretty strong," Orthlyss said as she stretched lazily. She 'saw' Mephisto's sword coming towards her, and because of the quick exchange of thoughts, she was able to ask calmly, "Little guy, how did you manage to get into trouble over there?"
[Is this my own fault?] Brendel thought to himself. [Is this my own fault?] This was obviously his own trouble. Not only was the Ash Sword Saint a natural airhead, he was also a one-track mind. He did not even give Brendel a chance to speak before attacking.
Is there still any justice in this world?
However, Brando was not in the mood to pay attention to Orthlyss's teasing. The greatsword was about to pierce his chest, and he had no choice but to use Halran Gaia to parry.
(PS: I wrote three chapters today, but I'll release two chapters first. It's too scary to not have any chapters. I'll make up for it in the next one or two days.) (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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