Act 42 New Member

Act 42 New Members

"Sword, sword energy..." The lame man's expression suddenly changed. [Ci*book/ge] www/cishuge/com

He couldn't help but take a closer look at Brando, suspecting that this young man was not the one he knew. The Brando he knew was just a young man who had just come out of the militia. He might be famous for his swordsmanship, but he wouldn't have turned into a swordsman master who had enlightened the power of elements after half a year, right?

Antitina grasped the door frame tightly and then let go. The sudden change almost exceeded the limit of her imagination. The girl bit her lip. She never expected that the person who brought her the news about her father would be a Jinghua Swordsman (lower level of gold). Such a young great swordsman, she couldn't help but think that this young man was actually a A Revelator born with the first level of power?

Bartome crossed his arms, quite calmly. He took in the reactions of others and couldn't help but smile in his heart: The first time he saw the Lord Knight perform such a sword skill, he was shocked. people? Of course, he has a faint sense of superiority because he knows that Brando's real strength is more than that.

As for the "security cavalry" on the opposite side, they were stunned for a long time. They had guessed Brando's identity as much as possible - but exhausting their poor imagination, at most they could only think that the other party might be a noble, let alone a noble. The next step may be a descendant of a large family. Going up any further, they don’t dare to think about it.

But who would have thought that such a young Jinghua swordsman would appear in front of him?

Of course, maybe Brando is not a great swordsman at all. But he didn't mind causing such an illusion in front of these people, and just as he expected, this impression was deeply ingrained in these people's hearts at this moment, enough to make them want to quit.

Brando then retracted his sword and replied: "Did you hear it? This lady said that her father did not know Viscount Tester."

"But..." The leader finally recovered from the shock, with a tangled look on his face, and spoke subconsciously.

Brando quietly gave Bottom a gesture.

"What the hell, get out of here!" The red-bearded mercenary glanced at Brando, then immediately turned around and ordered sternly.

Several people looked at each other, and the other party made it clear that he didn't want to reason with them - this attitude was familiar to them, but usually they didn't bother to reason with others. They wanted to take action directly, but the person standing opposite was a Jinghua swordsman - even without his bodyguard, even that young man could knock them all down within ten seconds.

The person who took the lead was almost choked.

However, he took a breath, endured it, and replied: "I understand, sir, he has made up his mind to intervene in this matter. Then I hope that sir can let us understand who is planning to fight with Lord Viscount Test. Against?"

Brando glanced at this guy and thought that he was quite a character, and he actually used words to squeeze him. If he were really a noble, he might still be fooled, but unfortunately the 'player' never had this attribute. However, he was also secretly wary, because if he refused to answer - it might cause these people to doubt his identity.

The person taking the lead is a bit clever, and the scheming put on the table can be regarded as a conspiracy. ‘Owl’ Jon, Brando wrote down the name secretly.

He thought for a moment, smiled in his heart, took out a piece of paper from his arms, folded it in half and threw it over: "Give this to your Lord Viscount. As for my identity, you are not qualified to know it. [Words* Book/Ge] www/cishuge/com”

Several people on the opposite side were slightly startled and stared at the folded piece of paper on the ground.

Unable to think of it, these people had no choice but to pick up the pieces of paper and walk back dejectedly from the original path. They just looked at the lame man deeply and didn't even say a single unnecessary word. Of course, the original initiative was entirely in Brando's hands, and he would be humiliating himself if he spoke again.

Brando turned around when he saw the last person disappearing around the corner of the corridor. The first thing he saw was the cripple with twinkling eyes. He couldn't help but smile, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "What are you thinking about, Lorne?" Sir?" In fact, among them, except for Bottom, only the cripple knew his true identity.

Of course, Bottom can be trusted, but this is hard to say about this cunning old fox.

"No, it's nothing." The lame man quickly denied.

The little old man felt bitter in his heart. He didn't expect that leading the way would cause such a big disturbance. If he had known this, even if Brando stabbed him to death with a sword, he would not have come to this troubled water. Needless to say that Test was offended, the other party's last look undoubtedly showed that they at least remembered him, and life in Prague would probably not be so easy in the future.

And this is secondly, he understands this, and he believes that the young people around him naturally understand this too. As for whether Brando can trust him - I'm afraid even the cripple himself can't trust him, but he happens to know Brando's true identity. Will he go to Viscount Test to explain and reveal Brando's true identity? ? No need to think about it, because that's what he thought before.

But he couldn't help but glance at Brando. This young man would not give him this opportunity.

What would Brando do? If it were the former Brando, it might not be possible, but now the young man who is a Bramble Swordsman has a much more decisive character than he did before leaving Braggs. The lame man couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of this. Shivering, he could almost imagine his own end.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally he started to tremble a little.

"B-Brando, if you kill me, they will definitely doubt your identity." The lame man couldn't help but stuttered.

"The same goes for missing." Brando smiled.

"Exactly, exactly." The lame man replied bitterly.

"But you don't want us to believe you, Mr. Lorne, how likely do you think this is?" Brando asked.

"A little...a little bit."

Brando glanced at this guy, a little disgusted, but still shook his head: "I won't kill you, lame."

The cripple 'Lorne' was slightly stunned and looked at Brando in disbelief. There was a glint in his little eyes, as if he was thinking about why this young man would say such words and lie to him? This seems unnecessary, but Brando doesn't look like such an innocent person at this moment. He thought hard for a long time and couldn't figure out a reason.

Could it be that this young man had a bad taste in playing with his prey? He couldn't help but feel a little creeped out when he thought about it.

But Brando replied: "Have you heard of this thing, lame man?"

"What?"

"You don't know? It doesn't matter. You just need to understand that as long as you hand over such a thing, we will be on the same team." Brando smiled slightly and replied.

"You want to drag me into the water?" The lame man gasped, and the young man's smile became a bit similar to the devil's in his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, thinking that this was the only way. In short, he should deceive this young man for a while. But how can we gain the other party's trust?

Tell the truth? But he was not familiar with Viscount Test at all.

To kill an opponent? Nobles don't care about such trivial matters.

The cripple hesitated for a long time, but waited until Brando said lightly: "Cripple, before you started this business, did you commit anything in Anlek?"

A thunderbolt flashed through the cripple's heart. His expression suddenly changed. He couldn't help but look at Brando as if he had seen a ghost: "No...no."

"That noble is called——"

"Stop talking!" the lame man screamed. His face was ashen, he was sweating like he was fished out of the water, and he was panting heavily. He raised one hand and shouted loudly: "I understand. Brando, stop talking. I know what to do. Damn it, Brando, you must be a devil, I have never offended you-!"

Brando smiled. The lame man killed a local noble family in Anlek thirty years ago, changed his name and ran to Pragues. This is a famous quest line in the "Amber Sword". This guy's future fate is not good, he will be hanged after all - but speaking of it, this incident is not actually the lame man's fault, and the nobleman is not necessarily a good person in the story.

But now that he was telling the story, he was just forcing the lame man to board the ship. In Eruin, the crimes committed by the lame man were almost second only to rebellion and rebellion. He believed that even Viscount Tester could not protect this guy in this matter. Only by relying on such a handle could he control this cunning man. Awesome guy.

However, he saw that the lame man's mood was a bit unstable, so he spoke to comfort him: "Okay, lame man, don't worry, I don't want to use this matter to coerce you. I know the cause and effect of the whole thing. The fault is not yours, but I I have no intention of being a messenger of justice, just to protect myself. As for you following me, I at least guarantee that Viscount Test will not cause trouble for you - I hope you remember that this is a win-win transaction, not one party versus the other. of obedience.”

The lame man gave him a suspicious look.

"You don't believe it? The piece of paper I gave them explains everything, lame." Brando replied.

"What is that piece of paper?" Bottom couldn't help but ask.

"A little habit, I think Test will definitely suspect a reasonable opponent of his based on that note." Brando smiled slightly. He didn't know if Viscount Tester had an affair with the Oneness of All Things, but regardless of whether he had an affair or not, let's start with the conflict between him and the 'tree shepherd'.

His action of folding pieces of paper and throwing them to the ground came from a great swordsman named 'Ikaruga', Earl 'Ikaruga'. This guy is one of the core members of the 'Shepherds' and is the son of Duke Golan-Elsen. Main political opponents. At the same time, he is secretly an admirer of Test's fiancée. This old enemy is also a love rival. Brando thinks it should be enough to give our Lord Viscount a headache.

Perhaps Lord Viscount Test will eventually clear up the fog, but it doesn't matter, since Brando has nothing to lose anyway. He is not a Templar of the Temple of Fire, and he has no reason to tell the truth when facing the enemy.

After hearing this, the lame man couldn't help but be a little dazed. Then he raised his head and took a deep look at Brando. He couldn't help but replied: "I really wonder if you are a devil. Brando, you were not like this before. .”

"This is also forced by the situation." Brando shrugged, and then turned his attention to Antitina who had listened to their conversation.

"What are your plans, Miss Antitina?" he asked.

The girl lowered her head, knowing that the choice was no longer in her hands at this point. She couldn't help but wonder if her previous judgment was wrong. After all, this young man didn't seem to be as polite as she imagined. After thinking about it, she could only reply in a low voice with some reluctance: "Didn't you think about everything for me, Mr. Brando?"

Brando smiled, Antitina's intelligence should make many of the same aristocratic daughters feel ashamed. I really don't know what kind of growing environment can create such a girl. But Antitina didn't mind, and he didn't need to be pretentious. He patted the scroll in his arms and replied: "Miss Antitina, in fact, I am interested in your talent and ability, and I hope you will hire you as my Effectiveness. I need your ability, and in return, I am willing to support you in continuing your research on magic technology. Of course, as my person, I will naturally ensure that you are not harassed by those guys before."

Antitina coughed twice, then she raised her head and looked at Brando. A pair of bright eyes looked directly into Brando's eyes as if to confirm whether the other party was lying——

"You want me to build these machines for you? But my mentor said that my talent in this area is not outstanding."

"Indeed," Brando nodded: "But there are many craftsmen who manufacture and design magic devices, but the only person I can find who is accomplished in designing 'that' is Miss you."

"That's just a semi-finished product." Antitina became serious and interrupted him. But she immediately realized her rudeness and couldn't help lowering her head and shrinking back.

But Brando didn't mind, he asked instead: "Miss Antitina, you gave me a half-finished design as a thank you, which affirms its value. So why don't you allow me to give this design to you?" As for a higher evaluation - there is an old saying in my hometown that everything is difficult at the beginning. This sentence is enough to evaluate the value of your design."

The girl was startled for a moment, her eyes brightened: "Everything is difficult at the beginning?" She raised her head again and asked tentatively: "So, Mr. Brando, are you really willing to help me walk on this road? Going down?"

"To be honest, I don't have the funds now, or even a foothold of my own, but I think I will soon." Brando replied frankly: "Really, Mr. Lorne?"

"Exactly, exactly!" The lame man who didn't know what was going on nodded quickly.

Antitina thought for a while and bit her lip. "Okay," she nodded, with determination in her bright eyes: "I accept your employment, Mr. Brando. But I don't want to be idle. Before you have enough strength, I am willing to be your I will feel relieved only if I see it with my own eyes, not to mention, I believe I have the ability-"

She stared directly at Brando and replied.

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