Scene 36 Brando’s Preparations (Part 1)

Scene 36: Brando’s preparations

When Brayson passed the courtyard, he saw the palm-sized leaves of Golan Elson's Four Seasons Tree falling to the ground. According to Eruin's legend, each leaf of the Four Seasons Tree has the spirit of the war dead attached to it, so This kind of tree is often planted in military camps to symbolize that the spirit of soldiers is always brave.

Looking at those leaves, he couldn't help but think of the faces of his companions who died in the war. So much so that for a while even the words of his father, Sir Harbuch, the alderman of Bragg, were somewhat deaf to his ears.

"When the commendation from above is handed down, I will give you some activities to see if I can transfer you back to Bragg. Do you want to join the security cavalry? I can still talk to you in the city hall."

"If you want to continue to stay in the police force, there is no way. The patrol team on Needle Forest Avenue is not full. However, they belong to Anzek's establishment, so it may be a little harder."

"Actually, my idea is that after you are officially knighted, you can come to the House of Lords to find a stable position, Brayson?"

Brayson responded.

"By the way, what do you think?" Sir Harbucci looked at his young and energetic son and couldn't help but sigh. This son has almost the same character as when he was young. He is confident but too proud. Sometimes this is not a bad thing, but it is not necessarily a good thing.

In the motto passed down by the nobles, if you are too proud, you will be easily frustrated.

Sir Harbucci is sixty-two years old this year, which is considered the prime of life in Warnd, but he is also a little old. Silks of silver hair stick out from the meticulous hairstyle, and the temples are dyed white. When he was young, he was also a well-known radical in the south of Golan Elson, but he became more conservative and diplomatic as he got older.

Sir Harbucci was wearing a blue coat that hung to the ground like a senator, with a white buttoned waistcoat and long black breeches underneath. He held his cane in one hand and looked at his only son with a kind look.

Brayson glanced at his father. He replied: "I think I might go to the Royal Cavalry Academy in Bastar."

"What?" Sir Harbucci was surprised.

"I got the news from Walter. There are four spots in total. The security team may recommend me, and the White Mane Legion also has ideas, but father, please don't go to the nobles to talk about this matter yet." Brasen He replied that the Walter he was talking about was the deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry. He was only twenty-three years old this year. Thanks to the shadow of his father, he sat in this position and had a close personal relationship with him.

"The news is really blocked.

Those military ruffians had no news at all in the House of Nobles. However, the royal family should not be involved in such awards. Is there something else going on? Sir Harbucci frowned and asked.

"It's hard to say, but I am determined this time." Brayson replied.

"Okay, learn more. But you have to remember that the political opinions of our Wycofield family have always been local. When you go to King's College, don't conflict with the King's Party. Of course, you don't have to worry too much about them." Habqi Jazz thought for a moment and changed his decision temporarily.

Brayson looked in the direction of the courtyard and replied: "Who cares about a small fish?"

"I don't like hearing what you say. Everyone in the Wakefield family is a hero. Your grandfather was the speaker of the House of Lords in Prague. I was also famous in the southern part of Golan Elson when I was young. You are my son. Of course it will not be inferior to this." Sir Harbucci scolded.

Brayson had no expression on his face. But the two father and son suddenly stopped talking and saw a young man walking towards them. The man was wearing a dark blue military uniform and a 32-year-old cavalry sword on his belt. His long silver hair hung straight down his shoulders. He pursed his lips. With her lips pursed, there is some feminine beauty in her face.

"Sergeant Test."

"Viscount Test." Sir Harbucci hurriedly pulled his son aside and greeted him.

The man who was called Viscount Test was startled for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the old man and the young man with his amethyst-like eyes. He nodded and was about to pass. But when his eyes fell on Brayson, he suddenly stopped, smiled, and then continued to move forward past them.

"Strange?" Sir Harbucci couldn't help but muttered to himself as he watched the young man walk away.

"What's going on?" Brayson asked.

"Isn't this boy the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke? He always has his eyes set high above his head. Why does something seem a little abnormal today?" Sir Harbucci replied.

Brayson turned around and glanced at the other person's back, without answering, but when he turned around again, he had a thoughtful look on his face.

When Test opened the door of the Silver Wings Cavalry Regiment's command post, Viscount McGusk, the commander of the Silver Wings Cavalry Regiment, was staring blankly at the three-person-wide floor-to-ceiling arch window of his office. The grey-haired middle-aged man heard the sound of the door opening. , turned around and relaxed when he saw Test.

He picked up his pipe and pointed to the side, pointed out the seat for the other party, smiled and said: "You didn't get here fast, Sergeant Major."

"Because I want to get rid of those troublemaking boys." The silver-haired man smiled slightly and replied after sitting down.

Just like the rumors outside, Test is the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Golan Elson, but his mother is a Sioux, a legendary lost silver people, so he also thinks that he has silver flowing through him. of blood. However, unlike the young man's seemingly indifferent and high-minded character, behind the scenes, this Tester has a very shrewd side, otherwise he would not have become a key member of the All Things Unity Association.

This level of relationship is only known to the two people in front of them.

"So you saw those people?" McGask asked.

Test nodded.

The young man leaned back slightly with half of his body, and replied in a calm manner: "A young man and that red-bearded Bottom are both small shrimps in the middle and lower reaches of the black iron. There is nothing worth noting, but the surprise is Among them is a militiaman from Butchi. Commander, needless to say, you must have received the news earlier than me, right?"

Magsk put down his pipe: "The girl's name is Freya, and she is designated as one of the four places. What do you think?"

"Interesting." Test smiled: "Aren't you going to tell me that she is the illegitimate daughter of an adult above?"

"Come on, what does that have to do with us?" Magsk replied: "Just in this way, the suspicion among these people will be eliminated. The person who killed Thor was one person, so at least it should be Black Iron Upstream Even silver strength?”

"I don't know what about the red copper dragon Leto." After the leader of the Silver Wings Cavalry sat down, he casually replied: "I heard that Silver Pigeon and his group were very angry about this and blamed us for not assigning a silver to that fool. Or a swordsman above gold.”

The young man sneered: "It's just a substitute. It won't be too late until the famous Sir Wolf is truly replaced. There is no need for waste in the organization. And in fact, I have always suspected that Overwell might have noticed some clues that night. "

McGusk nodded.

"In addition, my people got a piece of news while investigating the refugees. There was a riot in Lidenburg that night. The location should be around the House of Nobles and Uson Castle. But what exactly happened that night may only be among the nobles. Only then will you know." Test shrugged: "It's a pity that all those idiots gave away their lives."

McGusk asked: "Look, what would Luc Besson know?"

"That tiger wouldn't speak even if he knew it. He is not from the same group as us." Test said with a pun.

"Indeed, no matter from the perspective of the White Mane Legion or from our perspective, that guy is an alien." McGask replied.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Aren't you responsible internally for this matter? Instead, you asked me what to do? Sergeant Major, are you doing this a bit out of line?" The cavalry leader was startled, then laughed.

But Test shook his head: "No, it is your responsibility now. I am here to hand over related matters, and I am here to ask for a leave of absence as the sergeant major of the White Mane Legion."

"how?"

"The Lionheart Sword has been found."

Magsk was slightly startled: "How did they get the news so quickly?"

Test smiled slightly but did not answer.

After leaving Freya in the barracks of the Silver Wings Cavalry, Brando met the long-awaited Tamar at the appointed place outside the Lagonboon Market in Prague.

The future master of alchemy probably could not have expected that in another period of history, he would also be the number one influencer in Madala, but at this time, he was standing outside the market wearing a weird plaid robe, and it was hot in June and July. Under the sun, when he saw Brando, he still showed the same respectful expression as before.

"Sir, what you want is ready." Tamar carried a heavy backpack, pulled her son, and stood respectfully on Brando's side.

His respect was not because Brando was a noble man, but out of respect for his savior. However, his son was not without this restraint, but looked at Brando with admiration. There were few children among the Brando refugees who did not admire this Lord Knight.

"Did you buy it?" Brando was stunned. He really didn't expect that he could actually buy authentic alchemy vessels made by elves in a market like Prague. He asked Tamar to take a look, but it was just a casual mention. Anyway, the fine alchemy vessels produced by the merchants in Freeport Ampelsel can still be used.

Tamar glanced at the young knight and replied: "I rented it from the local alchemy guild. They asked for two thousand tols."

The future alchemist answered like this, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart that alchemy in general does not require such superior conditions. When he was in the House of Nobles, he only used a set of second-hand alchemy utensils. This Lord Knight was good at everything, but he spent too much money.

Brando slapped his forehead. He actually forgot about this episode, but it would be better if he could buy it. Anyway, after waiting for a while, he shouldn't be too short of money.

But unlike Tamar's thoughts, he also had his own plans.

He wants to refine a set of 15oz dryad venom-quenched daggers and a 32oz set of cursed crossbow bolts. Although he now has some basic strength, there is no hidden trump card, which is really not in line with his style.

Poison-quenching daggers can be sold to those nobles. The venom of the tree spirits is colorless and invisible. People who die from poisoning will be a sign of death from sudden illness. For people below the strength of black iron, this is undoubtedly the best auxiliary means for conspiracy.

The Cursed Crossbow is known as a magic weapon necessary for low-level characters to kill and set fire, and is of course Brando's first choice for personal use. This kind of crossbow bolt has a certain chance of inflicting curses such as exhaustion, weakness, and increased damage on the enemy it hits. Although it is easy to resist at advanced levels, the effect on enemies below the upper reaches of Silver is very obvious.

The only drawback of this thing is that the materials are too valuable. The souls of corpse witches above the intermediate level are difficult to obtain under level 40. Brando only relied on the good-for-nothing nobles of Ridenburg this time.

Of course, refining 35oz equipment requires up to level 8 alchemy, which is a big trouble for Brando.

Fortunately, God has blessed me, and the alchemy vessel I purchased from the Elf Craftsmanship has a level 1 alchemy level. If there is a professional alchemist to assist me, it can still reach level 1. Rent an enchanted alchemy workshop, it is just level 8, which is basically enough.