The sound of the royal Knight's horse's hooves gradually faded away in the night, and the manor finally returned to its peaceful state. Brando saw the young Earl frowning slightly as he looked in that direction. The young man turned back and looked at him. The bright moonlight shone on his soft and beautiful face with a thoughtful look. Dilferi asked pointedly, "You seem to know them?"
Brando did not intend to be frank about his identity. He lifted the hood that previously covered his face and smiled mysteriously at the young man.
"Hmph," Dilferi snorted softly. He glanced at the messy house that only had the structure left. "Anyway, thank you for your help. The Lord of Yanbao will never go back on his word. But Martha will be watching everyone on the ground from the sky. I hope you gentlemen will remember your promise. "
"I will not implicate you, please rest assured." Brando assured the young man.
Dilferi looked at them suspiciously. "Who are you going to deal with?"
Brando smiled but did not answer.
"You make me feel uneasy, sir." Dilferi bit his lips and said angrily.
"Then we will separate after entering the venue."
"But the Holy Cathedral will eventually find out that you entered with us."
This was a problem. Brando thought that the Earl was really meticulous. He looked back at The Shire, and The Shire also shrugged. Everyone knew that the Holy Cathedral was not a manor located in the countryside. No illusion could fool the eyes of the monks, unless Martha came personally. Brando was silent for a moment and replied, "Well, if it comes to that, you can say that you were coerced by us —"
Dilferi was slightly startled.
He looked at them curiously, almost unable to believe that this was something that a group of vicious infiltrators would say. "Kidnapping a noble, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
"If I was afraid, I wouldn't have come." Brando smiled slightly.
"But you can threaten me to keep my mouth shut. You have something on me." Dilferi frowned and looked at them in confusion. "Isn't that right?"
"Can I understand that you are teaching us how to coerce you, Earl?" Brando could not help but ask with some amusement.
"No … No …" The young man blushed. "It's just …"
"Just that you don't understand?" Brando smiled. In fact, he did not think that there was anything to hide in his actions. He just did not want to complicate things. If the Holy Cathedral insisted on investigating, then let it. He dared to come to Ampere Seale to cause trouble, in fact, he had already prepared for the worst.
The worst result was nothing more than going against the Holy Cathedral of Fire. It was not like Erouine had not done this before. The late King Erik had fought many battles with the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The legendary King had the Wind Elves as backup, and so did he. Brando believed that Orthlyss would not leave him in the lurch. Besides, the Holy Cathedral of Wind would probably be happy to light a fire in the backyard of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
Thinking of this, Brando could not help but smile contemptuously. Whether it was Erouine of the Holy Cathedral of Fire or Erouine of the Holy Cathedral of Wind, Erouine was Erouine. He had made up his mind, and there was no need to change it.
He waved his hand. "It doesn't matter whether it is or not, it's settled. I just happen to not have the habit of taking advantage of others."
"If that's the case …" Dilferi looked at Brendel's group with a complicated expression. She thought to herself, are they crazy? Don't they know how serious of a crime it is to kidnap a noble in the territory controlled by the Holy Cathedral? He grew up in a noble family and received the best etiquette education. He was familiar with the gentle and elegant style of the nobles, but he had never seen or thought of such a crazy thing. He could not help but be stunned for a moment.
"What do you think, Count?"
"Okay … I …" Dilferi's palms were sweating, and he did not know why his heart was pounding. "I know. Let's make an agreement under the witness of Lady Martha. Please … don't worry, if … until the last moment, I will not give you up. You are the most gentlemanly … robbers I have ever seen. "
Brendel laughed again, thinking that this young count was really interesting. "Could it be that you've seen a lot of bandits, my lord?"
"No … No, I've seen some at the border." Dilferi realized that he had said something wrong and quickly replied with a red face.
Brando smiled. "Then it's a pleasure to work with you, Count."
In the past sixteen years of his life, Dilferi had never thought that he would be able to cooperate with a group of uninvited guests, or rather, bandits in the forest. At least, that was what he thought. But for some reason, he did not feel that he was unwilling to cooperate with them. He could not help but look at his two subordinates, the female Knight Nia and the swordsman Ronin. The female Knight looked unhappy, but Ronin just shrugged.
"Then … it's a pleasure to work with you."
… …
"You are very good at bewitching people, My Lord." On the way home, The Shire could not help but say so. It was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or a sincere admiration. On the way home, he told Amandina and the Roman the story of this trip. When he talked about the negotiation between his lord and the young Count of Yanbao, he could not help but mention this.
"I bewitched people?" Brando rode on his horse, his hands circling around the merchant lady sitting in front of him. He could not help but tilt his head. "When did I bewitch people? Are you talking about Andrique? "
"Hmph!" The vampire lady who was riding on another horse not far away could not help but snort. She was riding on a tall pure black warhorse. This was the color she insisted on choosing.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." The Shire sat on a yellow-brown horse and hurriedly explained. "I wanted to say that My Lord took out the Recording Crystal at the right time and perfectly attacked the Count's last line of psychological defense. It reminded me of the wandering Noxians in the highlands. You should have heard that the Noxians are famous for being unscrupulous merchants in Karsuk."
"The Noxians are synonymous with unscrupulous merchants everywhere, not just in Karsuk. Also, can't you compare something better?" Brando replied in a bad mood.
"But then again, I remember that the Recording Crystals made in the fief are kept by Miss Amandina, right?" The Nightsong Tiger suddenly asked. "My Lord, how did you think of asking Miss Amandina for such a thing? Did you already know that the Count was studying Occult Magic? "
"Recording Crystal?" Brando took out a crystal ball. "Are you talking about this?" He smiled and threw the crystal ball into the bushes by the side of the road.
"My Lord?" The Nightsong Tiger was stunned.
At this time, the little Roman girl sitting in front of Brando could not help but giggle. She leaned back slightly and leaned her head against Brendel's chest. "That's not a Recording Crystal, it's a crystal ball that I bought last night. Damn it, that evil merchant actually used a crystal ball to swindle me, he has no professionalism at all!" Brendel's eyes narrowed as he leaned on Brendel's chest. "That's not a Recording Crystal, it's a crystal ball I bought last night.
"Ah?" The Nightsong Tiger was stunned.
"No, no," The Shire shook his head: "As an unscrupulous merchant, that guy is still very professional."
"That's true." The Roman immediately agreed.
"But I didn't expect the Yanbao Family to fall to such a state," The Shire shrugged and became serious: "They can't even find a decent successor. If there's an old man who can hold the fort, he wouldn't let such a naive little princess come to Ampere Seale alone, right?"
"Little princess?" Amandina did not understand.
"It's the Countess." Brando shook his head. His willpower was too high, and simple illusions could not affect his mind at all. He and The Shire actually saw through Dilferi's disguise at a glance. Perhaps only the young Countess did not know. But as The Shire said, if the Yanbao Family sent such a young lady to Ampere Seale to participate in the meeting between the nobles, they must have met with some trouble. It was not difficult to come to this conclusion when he linked it to Dilferi's series of actions. But now was not the time to be nosy. No matter who the other party was, as long as they could bring them into the meeting of the nobles, it was fine.
Thinking of this, he turned to Felaern and asked: "Where did you find the demon's relics? What did you find?"
Felaern glanced at him, then took out a huge yellow metal armband. It was as thick as a thumb, engraved with strange flame-like patterns. Anyone who could recognize these patterns would be able to tell at a glance that it was actually a type of Hell's language. It recorded the full text of the Devil's Contract that was engraved on the sulphur slate of the eleventh layer of the Scorching Hell.
"The Devil's Armband!" As soon as Brando saw the yellow metal armband, he could not help but curse in his heart. The Devil's Armband was said to be an item used by high-level demons to control lower demons in Hell. This rumor was passed down by the Bunosson witches, although no one had ever verified its authenticity. However, with this golden armband as a medium, players who were good at Necromancy could indeed sign a contract with certain beings in the lower world. This was a very rare item in the game, and it was extremely valuable.
But the key was that this item was a hot potato in The Amber Sword. There were no auction sites here, and even if it was placed in the underground black market, who would dare to buy such an item openly? Although Brando knew in his heart that this item was valuable, he could not think of a better way to sell this item. He could not possibly do business with the Cultists, right? Brando felt that he was not that crazy yet.
He held the item and looked at it several times. It was not that he could not use the Devil's Armband, as long as he changed his profession to a Summoner. But there was another problem here. The demons summoned by the Devil's Armband were not servants in the usual sense, but the owner of the armband. Although Brando knew that many Devil Lords in the Scorching Hell would use this Devil's Armband, from the lowest level Devil Lord to the top twelve Devil Lords, no one knew what the hell this item would summon.
If it summoned existences like the Lord of Greed, the Trickster, or the Witch Lord, it would probably be possible to make a deal. But if it summoned the King of Purgatory, Akentu, or the Lord of Broken Sword, the most terrifying existence in the Scorching Hell, the summoner himself would definitely be reduced to ashes, and it would even immediately cause a war between Purgatory and the mortal world. Brando remembered that there were players who had created this kind of plane in the past, which resulted in a huge storyline chain.
He looked at the item in his hand for a long time, and it was not easy to suppress the curiosity in his heart. Curiosity killed the cat, Brando was very clear about this point. He carefully put the item in the Dimensional Space, and decided to leave it alone for the time being. After all, he felt that with how unlucky he was, he might really summon the King of Purgatory, Akentu.
However, when Felaern saw his strange behavior, she could not help but ask, "What is this?"
"A ticking time bomb."
Brando answered somewhat helplessly.
… (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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