Brando had mentioned this youth to her before, so she continued to ask: "What do you want?"
Dion looked at her suspiciously: "My lady, can you represent Mister Brando?"
"What do you think?" Amandina asked.
Dion hesitated for a moment as he looked at the noble lady, as if he was trying to determine if he could trust her. Suddenly, he showed an expression of surprise: "Ah, I remember now. You're the noble lady who lives in 52 Gravedigger Street. I've seen you once before."
"You've seen me before?" Amandina tried to recall, but there was no such person in her memory.
"When those bastards came looking for you, I happened to see you from afar, my lady." Dion replied.
Amandina understood that he was talking about the time when her creditors came knocking on her door a year and a half ago. The locals of Braggs liked to call the loan sharks Notai, saying that they were people whose souls were captivated by Notai's money. Dion's words clearly indicated that he was on her side. But this little bit of flattery was not enough to move her. She was no longer the destitute noble lady she used to be. She nodded and asked: "So what happened?"
"My lady, you know that Mister Brando asked me to go home and pack my things so that I can leave Braggs with my mother. I quickly took care of this matter and waited for Mister Brando to send someone to inform me. But I remembered something else, so I returned to 52 Gravedigger Street. I didn't expect to see a group of criminals looking for something in your house. "
"What?" Amandina immediately became alert. She did not know what Tirste and Brando said, but she immediately remembered that someone had entered her house and left behind traces: "You said there were people in my house, what kind of people are they?"
"There are all kinds of people. They dress up as thieves, but they can't fool my eyes. I can confirm that they are all fugitives, fugitives, mercenaries, or adventurers."
"When did this happen?"
"It's been a while, madam. It took me a while to find you and Mr. Brando," Di An quickly replied.
Amandina frowned and asked: "Then what are they looking for? Do you know?"
Di An shook his head, but he immediately explained, "Madam, Mr. Brando kindly gave me a task, so I naturally can't neglect it. However, there are seven or eight people on the other side. If I rashly alert them, I might not be able to deliver the message to you. They were in the house. I didn't know what they were looking for, but after that, I followed them and found out something else. After those guys left 52 Gravedigger Street, they went to another place. "
"You did the right thing." Amandina knew what Di An was trying to explain to her. She comforted him and continued to ask: "Where did they go?"
"It's at 47 Juan 'an District. I don't know if you've heard of this place, madam."
"Ah!" Amandina could not help but let out a low cry. 47 Juan 'an District. It was the old house of House Neson. Amandina lived there when she was a child, but in order to treat her mother's illness, she had no choice but to mortgage the house. After that, she never returned. Her face was slightly pale, and she subconsciously pressed on her neck: "They went there?"
"Yes, they went there, madam." Amandina carefully maintained her tone as Di An did not notice anything out of the ordinary. She answered truthfully.
"What were they doing there?" Amandina carefully asked.
"They seemed to be digging for something in the courtyard." Di An replied.
"In the courtyard?"
"Yes, that house seems to be unoccupied. There is an old tree in the backyard, and they dug under the tree for a long time —"
"But they didn't find anything?" Amandina suddenly interrupted him.
"They didn't find anything." Di An looked at the noble lady with a strange expression: "You're right, they returned empty-handed."
Amandina sighed in relief. The courtyard, the tree behind the courtyard, was like a flash of lightning in the dark sea. 'The date at the Baden Ball', the words her father left for her mother in his will. She immediately remembered. She should have thought of it earlier. Those people were after her father's inheritance. Amandina was slightly relieved, but she still had some doubts. In her memory, her father should not have been involved with such a group of fugitives.
But she did not care about that now. She hurriedly said to Di An: "I have to tell Mister Brando about this immediately. Can you rush back to 47 Juan 'an District?"
"Of course."
"If anything happens in the meantime, can you find someone to send a message to us?" Amandina asked carefully.
"No problem, I have many reliable friends in this area." Di An replied.
"Then remember the code, 'The Mountains of Chablis'. If you ask your friend to send a message, tell him this code."
"I understand. I'll go now, my lady." Di An received a silver coin from Amandina as a reward. He thought that he had made the right choice in coming here. He turned around and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the bushes. Amandina watched the youth disappear into the forest. She bit her lower lip and felt a strange feeling in her heart. A year and a half ago, her father's will was brought into her life. But today, a year and a half later, when they returned to Braggs, she did not think that this matter would resurface again.
She looked up at the dark night sky and felt a little absent-minded.
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Brando walked in the direction of the sound. He passed through the creaking bushes that were filled with insects, stepped on the thick pine needles in the forest, and went around a shed that was used to store logs. At the edge of the forest behind the sawmill, the figure of a young girl suddenly appeared in his eyes. The girl's figure was like a silhouette at the edge of the forest under the moonlight. She wore the uniform of Erouine's cavalry, her long ponytail swinging up and down as she meticulously swung her sword. She was so focused on repeating this simple action that she did not notice that there was someone else beside her.
Brando stopped in his tracks.
Freya had obviously arrived here much earlier than him. He was only here to search for some of Brando's memories, but this girl who came from the countryside of Bucce never forgot her mission and mission.
This was the Valkyrie of Erouine's past, present, and future. Her thin shoulders once shouldered the beliefs and ideals of all the players in Erouine, but very few people knew the story behind it. It was not the light of a genius, but the hard work and perseverance of an ordinary person. Freya entered the Royal Knight Academy as the last student. Until she graduated, she was just an ordinary student. In history, the princess favored her because she was the daughter of Everton, but it was this ordinary girl who relied on her own efforts to become one of the most legendary generals in Erouine's history.
The kingdom ended with her blood flowing out. She was Erouine's last hero.
Brando silently looked at Freya who was swinging her sword under the moonlight. After a while, the latter finally felt a trace of abnormality. She alertly stopped her movements and turned around. But when she saw Brando, she was startled. "Brando!" Freya was like a child who was caught stealing food. She panicked: "You … … Why are you here?"
"I used to practice swordsmanship with my grandfather here. It's rare for me to come back, so I wanted to take a look around." Brando replied.
"Hmm … …" Freya's face was flushed red. She didn't know if it was because of the increased blood flow or because she was embarrassed. "I've heard you mention it before … … I-I'm just curious. What kind of place did Lord Darius teach such an outstanding … … person like Brendel?"
Brando was stunned for a moment before he smiled: "How is it? Do you feel anything?"
Freya nodded lightly and replied with a lonely tone: "It's very quiet here. I like this place."
"Actually, it wasn't this quiet before. This used to be one of the main roads to Fortress Riedon. Ever since Bucce … …" Brando suddenly stopped talking and looked at Freya apologetically. Freya smiled, although it was a little forced: "It's alright. We will take it back one day. Didn't Brando defeat them? I believe that day is not far away."
Brando nodded, but he did not agree. Defeating the Blood Staff was seen by many as venting the anger of the War of the Black Rose. But in fact, the war between Erouine and Madara had just begun. It was not easy to make the Darkness Empire retreat.
"Brando, you seem to have become stronger again." Freya looked at him and suddenly said.
Of course, he had become stronger. After absorbing Sophie's experience, he had obtained many additional levels. Although they were scattered, they were almost equivalent to a pure profession level of 57 or 58. This level was very close to Veronica's level when she was in the Loop of Trade Winds. It was just that he did not have the leader template of a special NPC. In fact, his actual attributes were already comparable to the peak of the Elemental Enlightenment. It was just that his understanding of the Laws was still lacking. He was still standing at the last threshold of the Elemental Activation stage. This threshold was not a problem for him now. In fact, the two most difficult stages of Elemental Activation were crossing the Elemental Wall and entering the Extreme Plains. The other stages were basically a matter of time.
However, he was slightly surprised by Freya's sharpness. She did not have such eyesight and judgment in the past. Brando looked at the Valkyrie and replied, "You have improved a lot too, Freya. Everyone can see it."
Freya lowered her head. She could not believe that she would one day have the opportunity to enter the realm of Gold. Everything that had happened was like a dream. "Thank you, Brendel. I know that all of this was given to me by you. You were the one who gave me the opportunity to enter the Royal Cadet Academy. You were also the one who fought for me in front of Her Highness to have today's results. That slate was also given to me by you."
She took a light breath. "I don't know why you are so good to me, Brando. But I will remember it for the rest of my life. Aunt Syl said that I am a stupid girl, but I will never forget who is good to me. "
"Freya?" Brando suddenly felt that her mood was a bit strange.
"It's nothing." Freya shook her head. Then she raised her head and looked at Brando with bright eyes. "Brando, can I ask you a question?"
Brando stared at her eyes and vaguely sensed something. "Ask away." He replied.
"Brando, did you already know about my background?" Freya looked at him and asked softly.
Brando froze for a moment, then he understood. "The princess told you?"
Freya nodded.
"What do you think?" Brando immediately asked.
Freya did not answer. She only had a lonely expression.
Brando immediately understood the silly girl's thoughts. "You think that we chose you because of your background and identity?"
Freya looked at him in a daze. Her bright eyes were filled with sadness, as if to say: Isn't that the case? When the princess told her about this, she almost understood everything. At that moment, she thought of Maynild, thought of the princess, thought of the Royal Faction's care for her, and naturally thought of Brando. Her memory of Brando was so deep that she immediately remembered the first thing he said when he saw her in Bucce.
"Freya, you are Freya? Freya? Alicia, born in the Year of the Moon Flower, your father is the Great Knight Everton? "
At that time, she thought it was just a dream talk, but now that she thought about it, it was like a knife stabbing into her heart.
Brando obviously also realized this point. He could not help but scratch his head. In fact, he also understood that the princess and the Royal Faction really did choose Freya because of her background. After the Great Frost War, the Royal Faction was torn apart due to their failure. During that era, the Great Knight Everton took full responsibility and died in prison. However, his wife and children were protected by the Royal Faction and escaped from Monsteros. Freya came to Bucce at that time and was adopted by her uncle and aunt.
Because of this, the Great Knight Everton had always been a symbol of the Royal Faction. His reputation was extremely high. During the era of Oberg the Seventh, many of the younger generation of the Royal Faction, including the Wolf Knight Oberwei, were his students. From this point alone, one could see the influence of the Great Knight.
Historically, the reason why the Royal Faction tried to rope in Freya was because of her family background. However, they were not without concerns. On the one hand, the Royal Faction felt guilty towards the Earth Knight, Everton. They were worried that Freya's family background would cause a rift between them and the Royal Faction, which was why they kept her identity a secret. Before she became famous, the Royal Faction did not reveal her background to the public. After Freya became the Goddess of War, everyone could see that they were forced to do so.
But what puzzled Brando was, why did this happen so early?
He pondered for a moment and suddenly realized that this was something he did! He had a long talk with the princess in the afternoon, and it could be said that he had completely dispelled the doubts in her heart. Although he was very willing to work together with the princess to achieve the ideal Erouine, he did not expect the princess to tell the truth about Freya's background to this girl from Bucce. He could roughly understand the princess' thoughts. She probably did not want to continue lying to Freya about this matter and wanted to have a clear conscience.
Brando was going crazy. He would rather the Royal Faction continue to keep this secret because he knew that Freya had always felt inferior. She suddenly went from a country girl to a student of the Royal Faction's Sergeant Academy. Compared to the young heroes of Erouine, there was still a considerable gap in terms of talent and background. Her greatest pride and determination was that she relied on her own hard work to not fall behind others and even achieved her current results step by step.
But suddenly, she realized that these results were built on a false lie. Everyone around her was only interested in her background and not her efforts. One could imagine the disappointment in her heart. In history, when this Valkyrie found out the truth about her background, she had already achieved success and fame. At that time, she was wholeheartedly working for Erouine's destiny. Her inner world was already mature and stable, so naturally, she would not be affected too much. But in this era, Freya was only a young and inexperienced girl. Brando did not need to use his brain to guess how lonely she would feel when faced with this lie.
Of course, perhaps some people who suddenly found out that they were born noble and jumped from a commoner to a noble would only be pleasantly surprised. There would definitely not be any loneliness or disappointment. But Brando knew that the strong and independent girl in front of him would definitely not have the mentality of a nouveau riche. When he saw Freya's expression, he completely understood the hesitation and uneasiness in her heart. She probably came here to practice swordsmanship to dispel the confusion in her heart.
This was really a self-inflicted evil. Brando simply wanted to slap his forehead. It was a good thing that the princess could think like this, but the problem was that good intentions could also lead to bad things.
But at this time, he could only think of a way to salvage the situation. "Freya," Brando suddenly said seriously to Freya, "Do you believe me?"
Freya was slightly startled. She raised her head and looked at Brando with some confusion. "Of course I believe you, Brando."
Brando exhaled softly. At this time, he suddenly remembered something. "Come with me, I'll take you to a place."
Before Freya could react, she felt her hand being grasped by a large and warm hand. "Brando!" She jumped in fright, but Brando raised a finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture. He then pulled her toward the Stag Forest.
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