The night passed in silence. In the end, Brando and Freya sat facing each other in silence for the entire night. The former had a lot on his mind, while the latter wanted to speak, but did not know where to start. In Freya's heart, she did not know what kind of feelings she had for the man in front of her. Perhaps there was some admiration, but it was probably not the feelings of a young girl. She was not too sure about this point, but since she knew that Brando and the Roman had already confirmed their relationship, she naturally did not want to interfere. But when she sensed the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Amandina, she could not help but feel a little annoyed.
For the entire night, she sat on the wooden bench and silently flipped through the thin book in her hand. The book was not very thick, and she quickly flipped to the last page. She subconsciously raised her head and saw Brando looking at her with bright eyes. She was slightly startled, and quickly lowered her head again. She gritted her teeth and thought: "This despicable playboy." She then hurriedly flipped open the book again, and her mind was filled with thoughts: "H-how can he stare at me like that? It's so rude!"
Poor Brando, in fact, was actually thinking about Tirste's words and the letter from his mother. His gaze was not so much on Freya, but rather on the wall behind her subconsciously. He was completely unaware that his image in the future Goddess of War's heart was equivalent to that of the scum of the nobles.
The silence between the two of them lasted for a long night, but it did not delay the arrival of the next morning.
When the first rays of the morning sun rose over the roof of the tall building opposite the dilapidated wooden building, it passed through the window and fell on the desk, but before it crossed the middle line, there was a sudden knock on the door. Brando was the first to regain his senses. He straightened up and saw the future Goddess of War in front of him with her hands on her knees. The book was placed on the back of her hand, and her head was lowered. Her long ponytail swayed with the movement of her head. She had actually fallen asleep, but only her upper body was upright. As expected of the kingdom's Knight.
Brando could not help but find it funny. He stretched out his hand and patted her forehead. Freya was extremely alert, and immediately opened her eyes. Her hands subconsciously moved to pull out her sword, but the book in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter. She woke up with a start and looked at the scene, and her face turned red.
"Brando, I —"
"Actually, I also slept for a while." Brando smiled. Although it was not much of a problem for him and Freya to not sleep for a day or two, it was hard to change a person's habits in a short period of time. Besides, after a week of traveling and the previous fierce battles, everyone's spirit was actually very tense.
"Someone is knocking on the door?"
Brando listened for a while and heard a rhythm of four knocks and one light knocks. He nodded and replied, "It's the little guy I hired." Then, he went to the door and opened it. As expected, he saw the young man from last night standing outside the door, a little uneasy. However, Brando also noticed that the young man was holding a basket with some bread and cheese in it. Just as his gaze fell on these things, the young man explained as if he was afraid that Brando would misunderstand. "My lord, I was just wondering if you need breakfast."
Brando did not expect this young man to be so business-minded. He laughed, but on the surface, he said with a straight face, "Put it down. Since you are here so early, you must have found out what I asked you to find out yesterday."
The young man hurriedly put down the basket. Although he still seemed a little uneasy, he instinctively revealed a tone of flattery, "Isn't that so? My lord, how could I dare to neglect what you asked me to do? I have already found out what you asked me to find out."
"That miller called Scott, have you found out?" Brando asked. Scott was actually the name of his father in this life, but outsiders usually called him Old Scott.
"I found out last night, my lord. I didn't even have time to sleep, and you see, I rushed over here." The young man hurriedly replied, as if he had an innate talent in this aspect. He described vividly, "There is indeed such a person. His manor is just south of Braggs, close to the Bucce River. However, I heard that he opened a mill here, but it was only a few decades ago. When His Majesty the King of the previous generation was in power, his family was still an outsider. It seems that they have some relations with the nobles of Karsuk. "
It was only a night of information, but it was already a good result. However, Brando knew that it was because his father was a miller, and in any case, he was a somewhat famous person in the area. If it was a nameless person, it would not be so easy to find out the exact information. "What else?" He asked again.
"And … Hmm …" The young man frowned and scratched his head as if he had just remembered some trivial things. "And … Oh, right, I heard that he had a son who went missing in the war. How unlucky."
Brando knew that the young man was talking about himself. It seemed that not many people knew about what happened to him. After all, most of the outsiders had heard about the deeds of Count Tónigel, and his own name was not widely spread. Even if a few words fell into the ears of the locals, they would not think that the dignified Count of the Kingdom, the descendant of the Sword Saint Darius, would have anything to do with a miller. Based on the cultural level of the people of this era, it was common for people to have repeated names. Not to mention the commoners, even the nobles sometimes had to face this kind of awkwardness. Otherwise, how did the names of Anson X and Oberg VII come to be?
He nodded pretentiously. "What else? I asked you to find out if this family has any guests recently. Did you find out?"
The young man quickly nodded. "Seems like there is."
"Seems like there is. Does it count as there is or not?" Brando was very dissatisfied with the young man's answer. His previous questions were just to make sure that the young man was not lying. In fact, this question was the real focus. He did not expect the young man to give him an ambiguous answer. It was almost the same as not answering at all.
The young man was startled. He quickly looked at Brendel's face and found that this' very important 'employer did not look like he was going to fly into a rage. He quickly licked his lips and added, "I think there should be. I specifically asked the people who have dealt with this family these days, and they all said no. There were neither visitors nor strangers staying in the neighborhood. But my lord, this time I was careful because I think some of the guests may not be willing to let others know about their existence, "the young man said while carefully observing Brando's expression. When he noticed that the latter's face showed a slightly surprised and appreciative look and nodded, he was relieved and continued." So I changed my question. "
"You changed your question?" Brando interrupted him.
The young man nodded.
"What did you ask?"
"I asked those people if there were any caravans, mercenaries, or strangers that passed by Old Scott's Mill recently. You know, in this place, there are very few outsiders. Any outsider that passes by, whether it's an adventurer, a mercenary, or a merchant, we locals can tell them apart at a glance. My lord, can you guess what I asked this time? Those people told me that a week ago, a group of Knights passed by there. But I know that the road to Old Scott's Mill is a dead end. Normal people would not pass by there. "
Brando knew that the road was not a dead end. It passed through the sawmill in the south and led to Fortress Riedon. When he was young, he learned swordsmanship from his grandfather there. But after the undead invasion, the road was completely abandoned. It was not wrong to call it a dead end.
"A group of Knights. What kind of Knights?" He continued to ask.
"They wore green battle robes, but they could not describe the emblem on the robes."
"Green battle robes." Brando muttered to himself. He already had an answer in his heart. In the whole of Erouine, the only Knight that wore green battle robes was the Highland Knight. Of course, he could not rule out the possibility of other forces impersonating them, but the possibility was not high. In Erouine, there was a risk of offending a Highland Knight to impersonate them. He had no choice but to do so. In the whole of Erouine, it was not easy to find a second person like him. "Could it really be a Highland Knight?" He shook his head. He still could not figure out why these people bypassed him to find his parents. Could it be that they wanted to rekindle the relationship left by his grandfather and get close to him? It seemed that there was no need for those free Knights.
He put away his thoughts and looked at the young man in front of him: "You're called Di An?"
"Yes, my lord." The young man replied respectfully. Then, as if he had sensed something, he quickly added, "If my lord needs my services, I'll be at your service at any time."
"Is that so? Then let me ask you. Are you willing to leave Braggs? " Brando also admired the young man named Di An's cleverness when he asked for information. He seemed to have an innate talent in reading people's expressions. Such a person was born to be a nightingale. He had just asked for Sue from The Shire and was preparing to build an intelligence network in Cruz and Madara. He just happened to need such a talent.
When Di An heard such a question, a light flashed in his eyes. Of course, he understood Brando's meaning, but he hesitated and shook his head: "I'm afraid not, my lord."
Seeing the young man's refusal, Brando was a little curious because he could see that Di An was moved. He could not help but ask: "Why? Are you afraid to go out and explore?"
Di An hurriedly shook his head and explained: "That's not it, my lord. But I still have my mother to take care of. My mother's health is not good, so I can't go too far away."
Brando suddenly looked at the food in the basket on the ground and could not help but laugh: "Don't tell me these are your mother's handiwork?"
Di An's face reddened. He did not expect that the lord had already seen through his trick. He was a little embarrassed as he explained: "My mother's handiwork is not worse than the inns'."
Brendel looked at the youth and had a better impression of him. Even though he loafed around on the streets like the others, he was not a real hooligan. He made up his mind and said to the youth: "Go back first, I'll send someone to look for you. Don't worry, if I want you to leave Bruglas, I'll ask you to bring your mother along. With your current state, I'm afraid your mother won't be at ease."
Di An was a little surprised and looked at him with surprise: "My lord, is what you said true?" He vaguely guessed that Brando had taken a fancy to him and wanted to take him in as a follower. Of course, he would be happy to follow such a generous master, but he had never heard of a master who was willing to let his follower take care of his family.
"Do I look like someone who has the time to entertain you?" Brando replied snappily.
"My lord, you are the kindest person I have ever met." Di An replied sincerely.
Brando spent another silver coin to send his new follower away. He then picked up the basket from the floor and closed the door. He turned around and found that Amandina had woken up at some point. She was lying on the bed looking at him with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, my lord, I'm too useless." She saw Brando turn around and whispered. But Brando was not in the mood to argue with her. He was a man, and it was natural for a woman to rest on a bed. He shook his head and asked: "Did you hear that?"
Amandina nodded her head in agreement.
"What do you think?"
"He shouldn't be lying. But if that's the case, my lord, the people that your mother mentioned in her letter should be the Highland Knights." She whispered her analysis.
"But what I'm puzzled about is, why did they come in such a roundabout way to find me?"
"My lord, they might want to avoid the other nobles." Amandina replied.
In Brando's mind, this was the only possibility he could think of. But he was a little curious. Why did the Highland Knights want to find him by bypassing the other nobles? In fact, he was very curious about these Knights from the beginning of the battle in Ampere Seale. Even if he was the grandson of Darius, the other party seemed to be a little too enthusiastic about him. Although Darius was once the marshal of the allied army and held a high position in Erouine, he was never the leader of the Highland Knights. The other party did not seem to have any relationship with his grandfather, let alone with him. If he was so enthusiastic about a descendant of a Sword Saint, and was even willing to get involved in a war, it was a little too ridiculous.
And from what happened today, there seemed to be some secrets between the other party and his grandfather's family.
"That guy from The Shire is also very tight-lipped." In fact, he did try to sound Ciel out before he left, but that guy kept acting like he was crazy, as if he had forgotten everything about him. But Brendel knew that it was impossible, and Medissa was a good example. In the end, he sent that guy back to his territory in a fit of anger, and was too lazy to bring him to Bruglas. But Brendel knew that was impossible, and Medissa was a good example. In the end, he sent that guy back to his territory in a fit of anger, and was too lazy to bring him to Bruglas.
But now that he was sure that the guest mentioned in his parents' letter was indeed a Highland Knight, and was not threatened by others, at least he was relieved. He sighed and said to Freya and Amandina, "All in all, we'll know what tricks they have up their sleeves later."
"Brando, are you going to meet them?" Freya asked curiously.
"Of course, what else can I do?" Brando replied in a bad mood, "Besides, I haven't been home for a long time, so it's time for me to go back and take a look."
"Do we have to go as well, my lord?" Amandina asked.
Brando nodded, "Of course, one of you is my aide, and the other is my assistant. Naturally, you have to share my worries, right?"
Brando said it as a matter of course, but Amandina seemed to think of something else. She lowered her head under the quilt, blushed, and did not say anything else.
The three of them packed up and left the room not long after, heading straight out of the city. Brando remembered that his family's mill was south of Braggs, located on the 'dead end' between Fortress Riedon and the sawmill in the Stag Forest. This was the same as what Dean had described. Brando originally thought that it would take him a lot of effort to find the road in his memory. After all, according to Brando's memory, he had been away from home for two years, and according to Sophie's soul, she had never been to this place.
But soon, the pine forest by the Bucce River became familiar in Brando's eyes. Two years had obviously not changed this area greatly. He walked along the river bank, slowing down. He looked around, every black pine tree, and even every rock on the river bank overlapped with his memory. The feeling was very strange, as if he had been here more than once in a long dream.
He silently looked at the picturesque scenery without saying a word, but a feeling that he had never imagined arose in his heart.
That was guilt.
It had been almost two years since he left home, and in the previous year, there was no news at all. He suddenly realized that his parents, especially his mother who came from the noble family of Carderegs, must have been very worried about him. Although his mother was quite knowledgeable in his memory, she was still a young woman, gentle and quiet. Other than doing the housework, she poured all her energy into her son.
In his memory, he had never been a simple person, or else he would not have gone to such a remote place like Bucce.
His grandfather's hope, his parents' expectations, at this moment, it was as if they had all returned to his memory. Even before he came here, there was still some resistance and unfamiliarity in his heart, but at this moment, those feelings disappeared, and his heart was completely replaced by an even deeper feeling.
That kind of feeling came so suddenly — —
It was as if something had awakened in his blood, causing him to open his mouth. His heart was filled with the anticipation and timidity of a wanderer returning to his hometown. He looked at everything in front of him, took a light breath, and finally stopped.
"Brando?"
A somewhat surprised voice suddenly came from not too far away. Brando trembled slightly, and he looked in that direction. In that direction, a middle-aged man who was leading a donkey suddenly stopped, and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Brando looked at the familiar face, and blurted out, "Uncle Dwayne!"
"Brando, you're really Brando, you're still alive, you're back?"
"Yes, I'm back."
Brendel felt that there was something extra in his eyes at this moment.
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