Bern had worked in the Hoarfrost Manor for sixteen years, and he knew that he was a guard hired by the owner of the manor. Most of the nobles who lived in the manor would not trust an outsider like him, so he was satisfied with his job of guarding the stables. He did not have many goals, and he only wanted to earn a living. Fortunately, this was not a high demand in the vicinity of Ampere Seale. When he was free, he could even drink a few cups of liquor that was specially brewed in the plantation at the foot of the Anselli Mountains. After all, the horses of the nobles were taken care of by someone else, so it was not his place to interfere.
Bern's job was literally to guard the stables, but only the stables. After all, the stables were the private property of the big merchant who owned the land.
Soon, he saw the nobleman who lived here today. He heard that it was the Count's Knight who came back from the courtyard. Bern quickly wiped his mouth and put away the leather pouch filled with liquor. He did not dare to drink too much, as he did not want to lose his job because his breath reeked of alcohol. Although it was easy to find a job near Ampere Seale, it was rare to find a job that was so easy and so well-paid. He did not dare to look up at the high and mighty Knight, so he quickly lowered his head and put on a respectful look.
As usual, the knights acted as if they didn't see him and walked past him into the stable. Bern was already cursing them in his mind. 'These bastard knights!' It was as if he had learned all these dirty words since he was in his mother's womb. However, at this moment, Bern heard a cold snort from a woman.
He was slightly startled, and as a guard for more than ten years, he immediately realized that something was wrong. But before he could react, a cold blade was placed against his neck. Bern was so scared that his heart stopped beating. He thought to himself that he was done for. His body was drenched in cold sweat. He trembled as he turned around, only to see a beautiful face. Bern subconsciously thought that if there was a princess, then this young lady in front of him must be the princess.
"Who allowed you to turn your head?" Andrique's face was sour, as if someone owed her tens of millions of Tor.
The young lady's temper was not good, Bern thought with trepidation.
…
However, Brando quickly stopped the vampire maiden from fooling the poor, honest man. He couldn't help but think that these vampires were really boring. They knew that the manor's guards were unreliable, so there was no point in scaring them. Andrique glanced at him expressionlessly, then crooked her finger at the human guard in front of her. The guard's eyes immediately became confused.
As a matter of fact, most of the spellcasters among the vampires were experts in bewitching others. Andrea was no exception. She was an expert in curse-type spells, but she also had some knowledge in bewitching spells. Controlling a guard who was not even Iron-rank was a piece of cake for her.
However, this action only intensified Brando's suspicions. She could have easily solved the problem with a spell, but she insisted on teasing her prey like a cat toying with a mouse. He originally thought that Andrique was a cold-hearted girl, but he did not expect her to be as boring as other vampires. On the other hand, Mephistopheles did not have such bad habits. Other than their sexual orientation, they were not like vampires at all. They were so innocent that they were cute.
Although they were indeed 'cute'.
The young lord sighed: "Tell him to knock on the manor's door and say, 'Andric said that the lord's … … Beinold's warhorse seems to have some problems. Tell them to hurry over and take a look.'" Brendel turned around to look at the stable and immediately recognized the most expensive warhorse. He cursed in his heart for being a tycoon, but at the same time, he ordered Andrea without any change in his expression.
The Beinold Warhorse was produced in the Suren Plateau between Cruz and Gretius. It was thousands of miles away from Erouine. A pure Beinold Warhorse was worth tens of thousands of gold coins in the Ten-City Alliance, which was the closest to the Knight Kingdom of Gretius, let alone in Erouine. However, it was common practice for nobles to love horses. Brando was not too surprised to see the most expensive Beinold Warhorse in the noble's stable. The Andrique he mentioned was one of the patrolling guards. He should have been tied up and thrown into the forest outside.
Andrique snorted softly and lowered her head arrogantly. "Did you hear that?" Bern was charmed by her and did not dare to resist. He nodded stiffly. Seeing this, Brando could not help but feel a little curious. "Will he be seen through with his blank expression?" In fact, the spells used to confuse the mind in The Amber Sword were all Dark Witchcraft. Even for the young lord who had seen many things, this was the first time he had seen such spells in detail.
"Hmph, he's only acting this way because he's in awe of the master. Of course he'll act normal in front of others." Andrique gave him a 'you're just a country bumpkin' attitude.
Brando was always curious about the unknown things in The Amber Sword, just like a player like himself. Therefore, he did not mind Andrique's attitude. He thought for a moment and said, "Wouldn't that be too scary? Wouldn't it be impossible to tell?"
"It's not that simple. This kind of trick is useless in front of wizards. A low-level apprentice can see through it. However, an apprentice needs to cast a spell to be able to tell if it's real or fake. A slightly higher level wizard can see through it at a glance. Also, those who are familiar with him can also see some clues. After all, he's being manipulated by magic. His movements are always a little unnatural. "The vampire girl's answer was very detailed." Besides, this is just a little trick. It's just a side branch of Dark Witchcraft. I'm just interested in it, that's why I'm studying it — "
"A little trick?"
"Because it's too weak. Those who are above Silver rank can resist the effects of magic with their will alone. The effect of mind confusion on them is next to nothing."
Brando then understood. At this time, the guard had already turned around and walked towards the manor. In fact, the manor was not far from the stables. It was only about a hundred steps away. Within this distance, those who were above Gold rank could easily sense the movements around them. Brando could even hear the guard stopping and knocking on the door. It should be the back door of the manor's kitchen. The guard knocked for a while before the door opened with a creak.
In fact, Bern knocked three times before the door opened a little. A pair of impatient eyes looked at him from behind the door. "What do you want?"
Bern knew this Knight. He was one of the many servants of the noble lord. However, that was all he knew. He only saw the knight from behind the noble lord during the day. When he saw the knight, he quickly lowered his head and answered, "Andrek said that there's something wrong with the lord's … Beinold's warhorse. He asked them to hurry over and take a look!"
Bern's imitation of Brendel's tone was perfect, at least eighty to ninety percent of it. He was able to imitate Brendel's demeanor and tone perfectly. When Brando heard this, he almost spat out the water in his mouth. He turned around and looked at Andrique. The vampire girl could not help but cover her face.
"That idiot!" Andrique squeezed the words out from between her teeth. Her snow-white skin could not help but blush. In fact, the vampire girl felt that she was being humiliated by this stupid servant. She hurriedly hooked her finger and said a strange word, "Tuioz!"
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing. It just makes people more willing to believe that the lies they hear are reasonable." Andrique snorted softly. "This is also what you call black witchcraft. But the effect is minimal. I can only do my best."
Brando turned around. Mephistopheles, the Nightsong Tiger, and Felaern subconsciously put their hands on their weapons. The Shire also silently put his hand on his spellbook. Everyone looked at the door nervously. The Knight behind the door was stunned. He did not realize that something was wrong. Instead, he cursed, "What? What the hell is that fellow Undercock up to? Did he kill the Count's horse? Is he so scared that he can't even speak properly? "
That being said, everyone in the manor knew that the Beinold horse was the count's treasure. The knight had no choice but to be cautious. He opened the door and looked around. Then, he said to Borne fiercely, "Don't tell anyone for now. Wait for me to come back."
Bern nodded his head obediently.
The knight didn't seem to realize that something was wrong. He didn't even bring his weapon as he hurried over. But as soon as he entered the stable, before he could speak, he saw a cold sword pointed at his throat. "What … … What?" The Knight was stunned. Then, he saw Brando and the others and his expression changed. He wanted to say something, but Brando pushed the sword forward. The pain immediately shut him up.
"Who are you?" The Knight seemed to have finally understood his position. He could not help but ask, "Where is Andrek? Do you know who you are offending? "
"Don't ask nonsense." Brando did not have time to waste on this guy. He turned his head and signaled the Mephistopheles to restrain the guy. Then, he said, "You only have two choices. First, bring us into the manor. I don't need to tell you the second choice, right?"
The Knight understood Brando's meaning. His face turned from white to red, and then from red to white. He hesitated for a moment, but he did not hesitate. He said, "I can't just bring you in like this. I need an excuse. I don't want to die with you. Otherwise, I'll die anyway. Why don't you just kill me now? "
"You're still clear-headed." Brando could not help but praise him. "The excuse is simple. Didn't I tell you just now?"
"Just now?" The Knight blinked. Only then did he remember what Bern told him. His expression changed again, and he nodded. "Alright, you have to promise not to kill me."
Brando immediately swore to Martha. He did not intend to kill anyone. The best outcome was to subdue the Count. If there was blood, it would not be easy to clean up the mess in the future. After all, openly attacking a noble was strictly forbidden in the code of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Brando knew very well that he was just skirting the line.
Because of this reason, in fact, he only told his summoned creatures, Amandina, and a few of his core subordinates. He did not even tell the truth to the young officers of the White Lion Legion. Brando could not guarantee that everyone would be willing to do this with him. As for Amandina, Scarlet and the others, they had already experienced the real test of life and death with him. Naturally, they were different.
When the knight saw Brendel's oath, he was ninety percent convinced. In The Amber Sword, the people of the civilized world swearing to Martha was a very solemn thing, and no one dared to go against it. After all, the consequences of going against an oath were obvious. This was a world with real gods, and Martha who walked in the sky would not allow the people of the world to use her name to swindle and deceive.
After acknowledging this point, he reluctantly led the way. Brando was not afraid of any tricks. First of all, Andrique used black magic to manipulate people and could see if they were lying. Second of all, Mephistopheles followed beside him. On the surface, it seemed like nothing was wrong, but in reality, the vampire's dagger was pressed against the Knight's back.
It was too easy for a Gold ranker to spy on a Silver ranker.
The Knight brought them in through the back door of the manor's kitchen. In fact, Brando's group was disguised as the Count's Knight, but they were in charge of their own areas. Without a guide, they could not just wander around. The Knight led them through a long corridor and came to a room. He knocked on the door and said, "Lord Rhonin."
Along the way, Brando asked a lot of questions about the manor's interior. He already knew that the one resting in the room was one of the Gold rankers, the captain of the Knight.
"What's the matter?" A voice asked from inside the room. It seemed to be a middle-aged man.
Brando held his breath and signaled the Knight to answer with his eyes. The Knight hesitated for a moment before answering nervously, "It's like this, Lord Rhonin. Andrik and the others seem to have found something wrong with the Count's horse …"
"Horse? Which one? "
"It's Lonefire."
Lonefire was the name of the Binault horse. The voice inside the room immediately became serious, "Lonefire?" The person in the room obviously understood the value of the Binault horse. He could not help but ask in displeasure, "What are you doing? Don't you know that horse is the Count's most beloved horse?"
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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