Seeing how flustered Freya was, Brando guessed that she probably had some understanding of the Fortress Riedon's troops. But it was not enough, he wanted her to know more. Only reality could let Freya understand the situation they were in.
Of course, Brando did not want to destroy her last bit of hope in this country, but sometimes, doing things could not be done with passion. Rushing around recklessly would only lead to injuries.
Brando was never a rash person, and he hoped that Freya would learn to act calmly. Of course, he would protect them when necessary, but the bottom line was that he could not let these people hurt Freya and the Roman.
He wanted to see how Freya was going to deal with this crisis, but he saw her gaze in the distance. He was startled and followed her gaze. He realized that she was looking at the east side of Fortress Riedon's barracks. He saw a group of people with different heights surrounding a tall middle-aged man. Behind them was a group of White Mane Light Infantry. They seemed to be nobles.
Brando suddenly felt that it was interesting. He did not expect his luck to be so good. It was as if someone had sent him a pillow when he wanted to sleep. But Freya's reaction was quick, and she immediately noticed those important figures. He roughly understood Freya's thoughts, and nodded his head to himself.
From a normal person's point of view, Freya's reaction was correct. Of course, Brando only wanted to see how she was going to break her head and bleed. If he said that, it would be unfair to the future Goddess of War, but Brando knew that he was doing it for her sake, and that was enough.
Furthermore, this was Freya's own choice.
He turned around and saw two guards drawing their swords towards Freya. They did not expect that the girl would dare to resist when their two companions had already surrendered. She was also so decisive. The moment she jumped into the tower, she rushed towards the weapons rack.
The two guards were shocked and quickly drew their swords to block her. But Freya suddenly turned around and grabbed one of the guards' wrist with her right hand. She leaned to the side and used her left hand to chop the guard's armpit. From snatching the sword to subduing the guard, the entire process was done in a single breath. In the blink of an eye, the guard screamed and fell to the ground.
The ponytailed girl snatched the sword and clashed with the other guard. With three consecutive slashes, she relied on the strength she had gained from the battle with the Golden Demonic Tree to force the guard to retreat five steps until he reached the wall. Then, she turned her sword around and knocked the unlucky guard on the head, causing him to bleed and fall to the ground.
Then, she turned around, and the aura on her body actually scared the remaining four guards and their captain into taking a step back. Freya could not help but feel bitter. The Fortress Riedon's army that she had always relied on was only at this level. She thought that all of them were as strong as Brendel, or maybe a little weaker, but at least they should not be too far off!
But Brendel secretly praised her for her beauty. The local guards were only at the level of veterans, but Freya's skills were already enough to enter the guards. She was also calm and collected, which was even more commendable.
But when he looked at the white-mane light infantry, he thought that if Freya thought that the Kingdom's army was also this strong, she would be in for a big loss.
But what he needed to do now was not to delay the future Goddess of War's judgement. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards beside him and threw them out before they could react. Then he turned around and grabbed his Elven sword. With a swing of his sword, the two guards who were holding onto the Roman lost their swords.
"What do you plan to do?" He did not care about the guards who were lying on the ground and grabbed the Roman's hand and ran over.
Freya glared at him and then looked towards the camp. Her meaning was clear.
"Go over there? That's good too. As the saying goes, the King of Hell is easy to deal with, but the little demons are hard to deal with. "Brando laughed.
"What does that mean?" The Roman asked curiously. She rubbed her wrist. Those people had used too much strength just now, so much so that her hands were sore from grabbing.
"What I mean is, let's see what those big shots have to say."
Freya felt that there was more to this guy's words, but she did not have time to refute him. She looked at the guard captain who was paralyzed on the ground with disgust, and then she took the lead and jumped out of the tower.
"Brando, Freya seems to be angry."
"It's okay, just follow me."
Romaine looked at him curiously.
*****
The Golden Apple Lord, Esebar, was in a good mood today, if it wasn't for the scene in front of him.
When he saw this young girl suddenly rushing in front of him, he was startled for a moment. The guards behind him swarmed forward and surrounded her. Esebar also saw that there were two people in the encirclement, and they were dressed like country bumpkins. He was stunned for a moment, and then anger rose in his chest.
What are these bastards doing, how could they let three dirty country bumpkins barge in here? Who is the guard captain tonight, I'm going to make him go back and eat himself!
Esebar's face turned green and white, and he was about to explode. But he felt someone poke him with a cane from behind. He looked back and saw the disgusting industrialist, the owner of the workshop, Sir Burnley's ugly face. To be honest, he did not want to say anything more to this calculative fatty who reeked of money. Fortunately, the lord's mind was clear enough to understand that at least they were on the same side.
He followed his gaze and was shocked when he saw Freya's epaulet. Bucce's militia, didn't they say that Madara's army had reached the Beldor Forest? How did they get here?
He could not help but glance at a place a little further behind, hoping that the important people there did not notice the commotion here. Then he held his sword and shouted at the guards, "What are you doing here, take the assassins away."
Assassins?
Freya was about to speak, but she was shocked by the words. She opened her eyes wide and wanted to argue, but she realized that the guards around her had drawn their swords. The clear sound of metal vibrating was as if it was going to pierce her heart.
"What's going on here?"
It was at this moment that a quiet and solemn voice interrupted, causing everyone to subconsciously move aside. After the crowd separated, a middle-aged man with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a gloomy face appeared. He held a golden cane and looked at everyone with a cold gaze.
Esebar took a deep breath and cursed in his heart. Damn it, he still attracted this trouble. His mind raced, but his expression remained unchanged as he replied, "A few civilians broke in. They might be assassins."
"Civilians?" The middle-aged man frowned.
"Sir, we are not assassins. We are Bucce's militia, "Freya hurriedly explained," We are here to report that Bucce is under Ma — "
The middle-aged man showed a disgusted expression and interrupted, "What's your name?"
"Fu, Freya." Freya was stunned. She felt that the man's cold gaze was like being stared at by a poisonous snake, and she could not help but lower her head.
"What about you?" He asked the Roman on the other side.
"My name is Roman, uncle." The future merchant girl blinked and replied.
Some people in the crowd could not help but laugh, but they quickly held it back. This time, the middle-aged man's expression did not change, and he waved his hand, "Take them away, we will talk after we interrogate them."
"Sir, we …" Freya was shocked and quickly raised her head to explain.
But the middle-aged man did not listen to their explanation, and instead ordered the guards to surround the three of them. The middle-aged man looked at them coldly and said, "Wait."
As if his words had a great effect, everyone subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"Let me see the sword in that person's hand." He pointed at Brando with his cane.
Sword?
Everyone was stunned, and then they noticed the shape of the sword in Brando's hand. It was an Elven sword. Elven swords were known for their beauty, and were usually circulated in the upper circle as works of art. Eseber could not help but curse again, thinking that this ruthless man had sharp eyes, he had set his eyes on the two women and the sword.
What made him uncomfortable was that the other party's identity and position were much higher than his. Even if he said that he wanted it, he could only obediently give it to him. He could not afford to offend the power behind the other party.
He waved his hand, and the guards immediately understood and pointed their swords at Brando.
Brando turned around to look at Freya, and saw that the girl's face was blank and lost. He knew that it was about time, but he still had to remain calm. He shrugged and obediently handed over the sword.
At least this kid knows what's good for him. This action made Eseber think to himself.
A guard jogged over with the sword and handed it over to the middle-aged man with both hands. The middle-aged man coldly picked up the sword, flipped it over, and read the words on it:
"A 'ssonston, Donamiru —" (Elven: The sword is born from the light, and all enemies tremble in fear)
He raised the sword, and the Elven sword in his hand shone brightly. Everyone around could not help but gasp. A magic sword. These nobles could not help but look at Brando and the others, and they were even more convinced that the three of them were assassins. After all, which militia would carry a magic weapon with them? No one would believe it.
However, the middle-aged man looked at the glowing leaf-shaped sword in his hand, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the industrialist beside him and asked, "Sir Berrien is rich and knowledgeable. Can you tell me the origin of this sword?"
"I've seen a few elven weapons, but how could I compare to what you've seen in that circle, my lord?" The nobleman with the ball of mutton-fat hurriedly rolled his body and said fawningly.
The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied, "Then for the sake of this sword, I'll let them have an easy time tonight. Tomorrow, I'll personally interrogate these assassins. As for the two ladies, take good care of them. You better tell your captain, Granson, exactly what I said. Don't think that I don't know about their dirty — "
His words became colder and colder, and finally, the guard in front of him kept quiet out of fear. However, the others revealed a meaningful smile. The more obvious this man's attitude was, the more advantageous it was for them.
It was just two ladies and a sword. Compared to their own interests, they were more concerned about the latter.
Freya's face was flushed with anger, and she could not help but take a deep breath. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. For a moment, Brando was afraid that she would act rashly without considering the consequences. Fortunately, the Valkyrie was much calmer than when he first met her.
He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man, and then looked at the shining Thorn of Light in his hand. He frowned. Who was this man? He seemed to have a high status. It was a pity that he did not know every detail of history, but his reaction was interesting.
However, he was not too nervous. The best part was yet to come.
When they were taken away by the guards, Brando clearly heard the middle-aged man ask,
"Alright, back to the main topic. Mr. Eseber, when do you plan to let me out of the city? "The middle-aged man's voice was cold and filled with a hint of sarcasm.
"Count Eseber, it's a critical time now. Madara has already entered Fort Vermeer. Bucce's flanks might be affected at any time. The wilderness is too dangerous, especially since you're a close subject of His Majesty. What reason do we have to let you take the risk? "
The middle-aged man smiled and did not continue the conversation.
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