Scene 39 Antitina

Act 39 Antitina

Brando was a little surprised by the news that Borg Nathan's wife had died. Originally, he had hoped that the will left by this little nobleman would bring him an unexpected income - Eruin was a little surprised. The aristocratic family has a long history, and it is unimaginable that Borg Nesong's ancestors were prominent for a while. [Ci*Shu/ge] www/cishuge/com It is possible that the property left behind will be a large amount of unexpected wealth.

And Brando thought that if this were not the case, it would not be mentioned specifically in the will.

But as the cripple said, the only hope now can only fall on Fang's daughter who is still alive.

The cripple 'Lorne' told them that the little noble's daughter was named Antitina. There were rumors that she lived alone on Squirrel Street in the St. Anthony District, next door to Black Pepper Lane. Over the years, I have lived in seclusion and rarely appeared in front of outsiders. Although it is strange for a weak woman to live alone in seclusion, after all, she is a noblewoman, and in Eruin, which has a strict hierarchy, most people would not dare to insult her.

What's more, such a noble daughter is not special in Prague, especially for a guy like Cripple who sells information for a living. Most of the hearsay information is also eighty percent credible.

Brando analyzed it and thought that what the cripple said might be true——

Of course, it is said that there are more people who fell for Cripple Lorne in Prague than there are rats in Black Pepper Alley, so there are often rumors in the hotel that Cripple Lorne dares to deceive even dragons and wizards, which shows that this man is lawless. . The young man knew this very well, so he simply put the shining silver sword on the bald guy's neck and let the cunning old fox lead the way in person.

On the other hand, after the idle teenagers that the cripple Ron usurped were taught a lesson by the red-bearded Bottom, they finally realized that they were not ordinary people, and then they behaved obediently and allowed the three of them to leave the cripple unimpeded. 's lair.

It was almost evening when the three of them arrived at Squirrel Street.

After the bronze sunlight passes over the buildings on one side of this ancient street, it casts thick shadows on the other side of the rows of wooden buildings. Because no one came to light the oil lamps on the roadside, the whole street fell into a silent darkness. Brando walked through the deserted streets, the breeze caused by his cloak sweeping over the stone slabs scattered the fallen leaves.

He couldn't help but look back.

Bottom, who was behind him, couldn't help but frowned when he saw this horrible scene. He licked his fiery red beard and cursed: "This was not the case when I came here a few years ago."

Squirrel Street was near today's Cavalry Avenue,

Located in the district of Saint-Antoine where the House of Nobles once stood. This area belongs to the once prosperous old town of Prague. It used to be a wealthy area where aristocrats lived. However, it had already been deserted when the city was last planned. Now this street is no different from Black Pepper Alley, both are in a quiet place. The place is even more deserted. [Ci*book/ge] www/cishuge/com

Because compared to the latter, there are not even mercenaries, adventurers and prostitutes here.

But it is not yet depopulated.

Brando breathed in the dusty air, suddenly remembered something, and replied: "I think it's because of the underground cemetery."

"Exactly." The lame man stuttered with a smile, and the sword around his neck made him feel a bit chilly: "Sir, you may not understand the situation as well as us locals. A strange thing happened in the underground cemetery two years ago. In the past, A group of Havel monks and saints who routinely went into the tomb to clean it mysteriously disappeared after entering the tomb. Because two senior monks and a priest were involved, this incident caused a sensation in Prague."

"Then what? The temple didn't trouble that old guy Najin. I don't believe it." Bottom asked.

"Of course not. Under pressure from the temple, the Earl urged the Silver Wing Cavalry to send a detachment to search. However, they were attacked by monsters, and only one person ran out insane." The lame man replied.

"Hell," Bottom muttered.

As the three of them talked, the cripple led them into an old apartment along a dark staircase. This three-story wooden building is a bit like suffering from severe asthma. It makes a creaking sound as soon as you step on the floorboards, as if the entire corridor is trembling and shivering and about to collapse at any time.

Seeing such a scene, Brando couldn't help but stop, stabbed the cobweb-covered ceiling with the Thorn of Light, and asked: "Cripple, where is this place? If I remember correctly, Borg. Nei Although Song has been missing for many years, his family should not be in such a state of decline, right?" He coughed as he spoke.

"His daughter moved out of her home more than a year ago, probably because she was cheated." The lame man replied.

"Noble's daughter." Bottom muttered.

Brando glanced at his neck and remained silent.

The three of them finally stopped in front of a door at the far corner of the corridor. Brando put away his sword and knocked on the door. He almost suspected that the cunning old fox was deceiving him again, but not long after, followed by a violent coughing sound from behind the door, a soft voice asked: "Who?"

Brando was startled, turned around and asked, "Is she in bad health?"

"I don't know." The cripple shook his head.

Brando thought for a while and replied outside the door: "Miss Antitina, I am a friend of your father, Mr. Nathan, and I have some of his things to give to you."

There was silence for a while behind the door, and then the soft girl's voice answered: "What is it?"

Brando took out the suicide note.

"His letter."

There was a soft sound of a chair being pulled open behind the door, followed by a long hesitation, followed by a burst of footsteps and a gentle cough as the voice came to the door. The girl asked in a low voice behind the door with a slightly expectant voice: "I'm sorry, but can I send the letter in from below?"

Brando looked at the crack in the door below and thought that the little girl was quite alert. But when I think about the other person's experience as a weak girl living alone and in seclusion in the past few years, I feel relieved. He nodded and replied: "I understand——"

"Thanks."

The letter was handed under the door, and there was a rustling sound of opening the letter. Then there was another long silence. Just when Brando was wondering what conspiracy the other party was trying to play, the door opened with a creak.

Standing behind was a girl wearing moon-white pajamas.

She held the door with her slender hands, panting a little, but her face was still calm. She was not tall and only reached Brando's chest. The girl had beautiful waterfall-like black hair, and the edges seemed to be plated with gold against the weak candlelight in the room - the edges of her long hair hung down to her waist; she looked at the three people outside the door with her warm, watery black eyes. , a little nervous.

"My father -?" Her eyes finally fell on Brando.

Brando nodded.

The girl's eyelashes were as thick and thick as brushes hanging down.

She thought for a moment and replied: "Actually, I should have expected it. But it's good that my father and mother are at least together, so maybe I will feel more at ease."

Brando was a little surprised by Antitina's calmness. He originally thought she was a weak noble lady with no ability to deal with things. He looked past the girl and looked back. The small house where the other party lived was not comfortable - a dilapidated bed and a desk were displayed in the dim room. The dim candlelight on the desk had burned down to less than half, reflecting the reflection. Touching the scattered papers on the ground.

This is almost all the possessions.

It looked like the conditions were poor, just like he imagined. But this little girl is still a scholar? Brando couldn't help but think about it when he saw the thick books on the desk.

"My condolences, Miss Antitina." Brando thought for a while and replied.

Antitina raised her head and glanced at him, coughed twice, and asked: "Do you want to ask about the property issues mentioned in my father's suicide note, sir?"

Bottom and Cripple on the side listened in confusion.

"Exactly." Brando hesitated for a moment, and then chose to be honest - completing a task was as natural to him as reaching a deal, or the other way around. He didn't feel there was any shame in it. Yu opened his mouth. Besides, he thought that getting the money would be good for him and the lady.

But Antitina folded the letter and frowned slightly: "But I have never heard my mother mention a place like that."]

"It turns out it's a debt -" The lame man seemed to have heard something about it. When he talked about this old profession, he became more energetic: "Brando, leave this matter to me."

He said in a sharp voice while glancing at Brando's face with his eyes. He could tell that this former young man was now a figure, especially the tall mercenary following him, whose skills were even more extraordinary. The lame man couldn't find a few people with such power in his limited knowledge - he couldn't help but compare the other person with several noble guards he knew, and the result was still that the former was better than one.

I don't know why such a character would be willing to serve Brando. At this moment, the cripple couldn't help but become more and more cautious.

"No need, lame." Brando waved his hand and declined his kindness.

"It is natural to pay back debts." The lame man kept replying from behind, but when he saw Brando's finger touching the hilt of the sword, he immediately shrank his neck and swallowed the second half of the sentence. But he still muttered in a low voice: "There are rules in every business, there are rules in every business..."

Brando looked at the girl's clear and bright eyes, as if to identify whether she was lying. There was some worry in the girl's eyes, but she was not squinting. It didn't look like she was deliberately deceiving. But Brando was a little reluctant to leave like this, and he couldn't help but frown. But after much deliberation, he could only smile in the end: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's just a little effort."

After all, Brando couldn't agree with the lame man's point of view. For a little profit, people can be driven to a dead end. Antitina had lost her parents originally, and now her life was considered difficult, which made people feel pity. What could he do to her? Of course, the cripple has a way, but it would be strange if Roman didn't bite him to death if he did that. What's more, it would be even worse if Freya knew about it.

But the girl started to cough, but after a while she forced herself to straighten up and shook her head: "Sir, I don't need your charity."

Brando was stunned.

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