"Brando, Roman might be telling the truth." Freya reminded him.
Brando knew that Roman might be telling the truth. He had seen her sharp senses before. But he thought to himself, I'm just joking to lighten the mood. If the future Goddess of War is always so serious, you will grow old quickly.
He couldn't help but look back at Roman. Romaine also looked back at him. To be honest, her curious gaze was sometimes a little embarrassing, especially for someone with a guilty conscience.
But Brando liked this girl from the bottom of his heart. She was different in his eyes, and he thought that she was surprisingly cute.
He thought for a moment and replied, "Let's stop here for a while."
"Stop for a while?" Freya asked, "But Madara's army is right behind us. They will arrive after us in two or three hours. We don't have much time left, Brando."
But Brando took out the Seal Ring from his pocket and waved it in front of them. He replied, "It's the middle of the night, and the city will be under martial law. This alone doesn't mean anything. If we are treated as spies from Madara, then it's all over. "
"Then, what should we do?" Freya thought that her efforts would at least be of some use.
Brando looked at her. He knew that he was talking nonsense. What if Fortress Riedon didn't discover Madara's invasion? Not necessarily! The nobles wouldn't neglect their own safety. They would just rather hide in the city and wait for reinforcements.
He remembered that in the Year of the Cave Beasts (342), the Blood Staff swept through the eastern part of Karsuk, and the undead army left nothing behind. The city lord of Silver Horse ordered the city gates to be closed, and ignored the requests for help from the eastern part of the city. This led to a large number of poor peasants migrating to the west, and that area was still barren and uninhabited to this day.
But even so, the nobles weren't reprimanded in the slightest. In other words, the royal family was already powerless to criticize the nobles before Oberg the Seventh ascended to the throne. This happened in the Karsuk province in the north of the Grinoires region. The Roman and Freya did not know much about it, but Brando was very clear about it.
He didn't want to say that his plan was to help the Roman save his aunt. Of course, if he had the chance, he would try his best to save as many people as possible. But as for reporting to Fortress Riedon, he didn't even think of himself as a savior. Brando never thought of himself as a savior.
It was better to expect pigs to fly than to expect the nobles to understand human language. In the old Erouine era, the players in the game had clashed with the arrogant nobles more than once. Even during the December coup, some players had directly participated.
Brando never had a good impression of these guys.
But when he thought about it again, Freya might not have the same opinion as him. He couldn't help but look at her again. This country girl who held her sword and stared blankly at Fortress Riedon still trusted this country. There was nothing wrong with that, but he was worried that she might act rashly at a crucial moment.
But even if he told the truth, Freya might not believe him, and it would only cause conflict between the two of them. Brando didn't want to argue. He thought for a while and suddenly had an idea. Of course, the necessary preparations still needed to be made.
He pretended to think for a while and replied: "I thought about it, it seems like we don't have much choice. After all, we are Erouine's people, and we can't completely avoid the risks."
"But," he paused for a while, "We still need to be fully prepared."
Roman and Freya could only agree with Brando's righteous words. Even the heroic ponytailed girl couldn't help but soften her attitude. She looked at Brando with a gentle gaze, and suddenly felt that this guy wasn't as shameless as she thought.
But only a genius would know that Brando was secretly relieved after he finished speaking. He was surprised to find that he seemed to have found a balance between Brando and himself. He was never a person who stuck to the rules, but recently, it felt like there was a large hand pushing him forward mechanically, making him a little breathless.
But as his strength gradually grew, and his soul was baptized in the dream of the Golden Demonic Tree, the feeling of the past finally returned to him. This made him feel that he was able to deal with the problem easily again.
His way of thinking even included some of Brando's quickness.
This feeling was great.
He took out the ebony gargoyle statue, which still had a small crack on it.
He turned his head and said: "You also need to be prepared. Freya, turn your ring around, the fire agate in the middle is too conspicuous. Little Roman, you need to keep the dagger close to your body, those lazy guards won't search too carefully. "
"Do I have to turn my ring around too?"
"No need, no one will look at that broken ring of yours."
"Brando, those people are the city's guards! Why does it seem like you don't … … trust them. "Freya couldn't help but ask.
"It's not that I don't trust them, but I never trusted them. You'll know when the time comes, just do as I say for now. "
Freya had never entered the city, but she more or less felt that he was making a mountain out of a molehill. But at this moment, Brando was the authority, so she could only choose to believe.
As Brando spoke, he took out bits and pieces from his body. The main thing was that he didn't have time to identify some of the small items found on the noble's body. He found that the pipe was just an ordinary item, so he threw it away. As for the dark gray stone piece, he didn't even recognize it. This was actually not strange, as there were thousands of production materials, so it was normal that Brando didn't recognize one of the minerals.
The last glass bead was a little interesting. Brando found that it was actually a container after a piece of Soul Crystal was consumed. In layman's terms, it was a storage item. The spell inside should be Ten Feet of Silence, which was a very suitable spell to avoid the nest of some monsters when adventuring in the wild.
But what made Brando embarrassed was that as a warrior, he didn't have the ability to activate storage items. He hesitated for a moment before keeping these things and the cards with him, so as to prevent those greedy guards from touching them.
He looked up at the sky, and it was still early.
The three of them came down from the east side of Mount Findeck, and along the way, they began to see scattered buildings. They were mainly farmsteads and isolated houses of mercenaries in the wilderness at night. The farmsteads were scattered on both sides of the Pine River. There were also a few guesthouses in the wilderness. These guesthouses were only patronized by passing adventurers and those who were engaged in illicit business.
Of course, apart from the players, most of the adventurers weren't clean themselves. Moreover, most of the NPCs treated the players as grave robbers.
They walked in the wilderness for about an hour, and the towering walls of Fortress Riedon suddenly appeared in front of them in the night sky. There were braziers on the suspension bridge under the tower, and the light from the flames could be seen tens of meters away. Brando had Freya and Roman slow down, and then slowly walked out of the darkness at the edge of the flames.
The guards on the tower were talking to each other, and there was even a faint snoring sound. Brando was very sensitive to these sounds, and he frowned, guessing that there were about seven to eight people on the tower.
When the three of them appeared, the chatter stopped.
"Who are you people?" They remained alert for a short while, and then a soldier with a pointed helmet popped his head out from the tower and shouted. Roman looked up and squinted his eyes, and saw that there was a black pine symbol on the helmet.
Brando said that the black pine symbol meant that they were from the local army. The White-Mane soldiers should have a wolf feather symbol, as expected, Brando knew everything, she thought.
"One man, two women. We came from the forest, master, and we saw something strange. My wife and I were frightened, and wanted to go into the city to hide! "Brando raised his hand and shouted.
Freya was embarrassed and angry at the same time, one man and two women, how vulgar! When she heard Brando say that they were his wives, she couldn't help but secretly poke Brando's back with her sword sheath. This bastard must have done it on purpose.
She thought.
Roman didn't mind, she probably thought that being Brando's wife wasn't bad, and Brando would protect her anyway, right?
Brando couldn't say anything, and he could only say that to make the guards lower their guard. As for the explanation, he, Freya and Roman looked different, and they couldn't say that they were siblings, and the guards weren't idiots.
"Did you bring any weapons?" The guard asked again.
Freya nervously held her sword when she heard that. But Brando didn't panic, and raised his voice: "How would we dare to walk in the forest without weapons, and I used to be a militia, master."
The tower became quiet, and only a long snoring sound could be heard.
After a while, a basket was put down, and the guard shouted: "Put your weapons in the basket. Then we will bring you up one by one. "
Brando nodded to Freya and let them do as they were told. Although his Thorn of Light was exquisite, no one could tell that it was a magic sword as long as he didn't chant it. After all, Elven swords were still passed down in the human world. After the weapons were handed over, the guard sent down a basket for them to go up one by one. Brando was afraid that Roman and Freya would be at a disadvantage, so he took the initiative to go up first. Freya was the second to let Roman go first, and she was the last to be pulled up.
But when she sat in the basket and was pulled up to the tower, she saw Brando and Roman in a state of swords, and two guards were walking towards her with their swords drawn.
"What's going on?" Freya was stunned and asked in surprise. She subconsciously looked at Brando, but she didn't expect him to look away and not answer her question.
The ponytailed girl panicked. She always treated Brando as the backbone of the team, but now it seemed like the decision was in her hands. What should she do? Should she let these people hold her hostage? Are these people doing things according to the norm?
Brando, hurry up and answer me, what are you thinking, damn it!
"Capture them all, these people are Madara's scouts!" But at this time, Freya suddenly heard someone in the corner give an order. She was shocked and turned around to ask: "You know that Madara's army is invading?"
Brando's face was terrible, although Freya had grown up. She was still a little girl who hadn't seen the world, and a few words were enough to make her panic. She might have thought that there was nothing wrong with what she said, but she didn't know that the guards of Fortress Riedon were most afraid of encountering people from Bucce.
These people wanted to suppress the news in the city, so that they could shirk their responsibilities in the future. Brando knew very well that they thought that with Fortress Riedon's high walls, they could sit back and relax, but they didn't know that the war was going in an unpredictable direction.
"Wait a minute, we're not scouts!" Freya couldn't help but defend herself: "We're Bucce's militia, we have Bucce's guard badge!"
But the voice didn't care about her and shouted: "Capture her, what are you hesitating for?" The person who spoke walked out from the darkness, he was wearing a black chainmail, and the feathers on his helmet showed that he was the leader of this group.
But this wretched middle-aged man was looking at Freya with a perverted gaze, thinking that he had picked up a good one this time. Of course he believed that Freya was telling the truth, the militia badge was still on her.
But he didn't think that a poor village like Bucce would have such an outstanding woman.
He rubbed his chin.
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