Act 136 Dispute

readx(); Deathly silence.

"dad--"

The silence was broken by a sudden cry from the crowd, the voice was childish and full of tension.

The woman covered the little boy's mouth in panic. She raised her head and looked at the approaching noble cavalry with a pleading look. The face of the man on the horse was filled with a mixture of deliberate surprise and surprise, but he could not hide the disdain flashing in his gloomy eyes.

"Do you know this person?"

The man licked his lips and pointed his spear at the bloody corpse on the ground. The companions of the noble cavalry surrounded him, like a pack of wolves smelling blood.

The woman hugged her child and shook her head helplessly with tears in her eyes.

"Let go of that little thing and let him speak." The man said, brushing the woman's hair with the tip of his spear.

Instead, the woman hugged her even tighter, as if she was holding her most important treasure for fear of losing it; the people around her had unbearable looks in their eyes, but they stayed away instead.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Sir, please let him go, he is still young." The woman begged with sobs.

The noble cavalry snorted disdainfully: "Bitch." He raised his spear, but found a woman with a longbow opening her arms in front of him.

"Huh?" The man's fleshy face was startled.

Brando also secretly loosened his fingers on the hilt of the sword and recognized that the young people who came forward were the same young people who distributed food before.

"Enough, bullying women is nothing!" the female archer who stopped the noble cavalry said angrily: "I am the daughter of a noble, I order you to stop immediately!"

"Oh?" The noble cavalry was stunned for a moment, then turned back to his companions and said, "Hey, this little girl is a noble queen! What do you think we should do?"

The cavalrymen laughed lowly.

"Where is your father from a noble family?" The man raised his chin and asked disdainfully. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

When he asked this, the female archer's companion had already realized that something was wrong, "Faya, be careful—!" A swordsman wearing a large sword and heavy armor emerged from the crowd, but it was a little late. The leading noble cavalryman had already pierced the woman's abdomen with his spear.

This change happened so suddenly that the female archer did not expect that the other party would dare to take action. She hummed in disbelief and watched the wound in her lower abdomen gushing blood - and the pain that followed immediately overwhelmed her. The woman staggered and lost strength. She knelt down and fell into a pool of blood. It seemed that she would not survive.

The man took back his spear indifferently, as if he had done something no big deal; at the same time, the noble cavalry behind him took off their longbows from their horses and shot at the adventurers in the crowd. Suddenly, there was a hail of arrows, and more than a dozen adventurers and civilians among the crowd fell down.

The noble cavalry didn't care whether they hurt innocent people. They drove the crowd away from them as quickly as possible to avoid being suddenly attacked.

"Faya!" The swordsman with the big sword was furious. He swept away the arrow that was shot at him with his sword. But before he could finish his words, a companion behind him was hit by an arrow and fell down.

"You bastards!"

The swordsman roared and separated the crowd, slashing at the leading man with his sword. The rider raised his spear and blocked the swordsman's sword with a clang, and shouted coldly in the gap between the brackets: "Who dares to take action?

It means being an enemy of the lord! "

The restless crowd suddenly fell silent.

However, the swordsman said nothing and swept his sword towards the opponent's horse's leg. But the rider just stabbed the spear downwards easily, and then swiped outward to knock the sword out of the swordsman's hand. He then crossed the spear and knocked the opponent over, and stabbed the opponent's neck with the spear.

Black Iron's upper reaches almost overwhelmingly suppressed the strength of the lower reaches.

However, the noble cavalryman with a sinister face suddenly felt numbness in his hand, as if a huge force came from the spear, making him almost lose his grip; there was a sound of metal clanking, and he stabbed the sword. The soldier's spear had tilted to one side and crossed the latter's neck.

"Who——!" The man was furious. He turned around and saw a young man not far away wearing a dark windbreaker, a floral collar, a white shirt, and a pair of white gloves retracting the long bow in his hand.

Then the other person raised his head and looked at him coldly on the horse.

There was silence on the scene.

Antitina, Sanford, Huque and Akane all turned around at this moment and looked at their lord in surprise. In their hearts, Brando was not a person who liked to cause trouble. But Brando himself knew in his heart that he was not turning a blind eye to all this, but that he had not transcended the depths of his heart.

Roman looked at the man who brought her out of Butchi with great interest with sparkling eyes, as if she was admiring all this from one side. She vaguely felt that only this moment belonged to the real Brando; perhaps from somewhere In this sense, she can understand some of Brando's thoughts and characteristics, because the two of them seem to be equally detached from this world.

Just like from the moment Ridenburg fled with those refugees, the merchant lady understood. My own Brando is a real knight, the charging Brando, the leading Brando, the murderous Brando and the brando who is very cruel to her.

She loved every one of them.

Everyone turned around, as if their sights were stretched and widened at that moment. This young man wearing a black windbreaker on a horse became the center of the entire street. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

The man with a sinister face narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was secretly shocked when he saw the well-equipped guards around Brando.

As aristocratic private soldiers, they are not really arrogant. Compared with the previous noble lady who may not have suffered any setbacks - of course in his opinion, they are arrogant. A little knight's daughter can represent here. What? Countless people lose their lives in Tonigel every day. Would a small noble dare to go to the Baron to seek justice? ——However, the young man in front of him is obviously different. Most people do not travel with so many followers, and the guards around him are not weak, including Shui Wei, an elite member of Eruin's army.

I'm afraid he is not an ordinary heir of a noble family.

The man did not dare to neglect his work, so he started to spear. He asked cautiously: "Who is your Excellency?" When he said this, the noble cavalry stood around in groups. They opened their long bows and aimed at the other people around Wei. The cold light on the arrows calmed down all the hot-headed people. Come down.

"Let them go." Brando didn't even look at the archers, he just said coldly, joking, with Qian and Huque beside him, it would be the best thing in the world to make him or the people around him hit by arrows. absurd.

What's more, his own strength is not weak. After parting with the Silver Elf Psalm Legion, the rewards of perfect plot experience came as expected. More than 200,000 experience points were like a pie falling from the sky, directly knocking his mercenary level to level 25; after reaching character level 32, his strength and constitution exceeded 70, and his dexterity exceeded the 40 mark. The overall strength enters the upper reaches of Baiyin Shuiwei. It's just that reaching the first level of gold involves the understanding of elements, which is not only the improvement of physical fitness, but also extremely high requirements for perception. Brando calculated the average, and he estimated that he would break through the peak of silver and enter the palace of gold, at least It is also possible to wait until the overall level reaches around level 40.

However, even if they are only upstream of Silver, they are enough to kill ten or ten of these noble cavalry, and no one can defeat them.

So he didn't bother to talk nonsense with this guy. If he hadn't considered Baron Grudin behind him, he would have slashed these noble cavalry, who were inferior to beasts, a hundred meters away with one sword.

"Sir, if you say that, it won't be easy for us." Brando's indifference confirmed the noble cavalry's guess. The fierce-looking noble cavalry became submissive: "These people may be accomplices of the robbers outside the city. Let them go, we won’t have a hard time explaining to the Baron—"

But in saying this, he still chose confrontation rather than cooperation. After all, they had killed the daughter of a minor nobleman. If the other party's companions took the news out, they might cause trouble.

Brando sneered: "Put away your tricks, who do you think you are talking to?" The young man pressed the hilt of his sword with one hand and stared at the other person: "I will kill you like a dog, and I will just say nothing to you afterwards. That guy Grudin apologizes. By not killing you, I’m trying to show respect to that guy, but my tolerance is not unlimited—"

After he finished speaking, he pulled out half of the cage-handled long sword, and the blade of the sword was reflected in a snowy light that chilled people's hearts.

The noble cavalry choked.

Brando is right, this world is such a reality, there is no difference in life between people, only the difference in strength. The only difference between now and before is that the girl they killed was unable to resist. Innocence is valuable, but the price is also so heavy.

These cold-blooded people looked at each other, and in the end they had no choice but to show weakness. They nodded, and the people behind finally let go of the spear on the swordsman's neck.

The swordsman seemed to want to resist, but a man had already rushed out of the crowd and hugged him. It was another of his companions. Brando saw what the man said in his ear, and the latter finally calmed down.

He saw the mouth shape clearly:

"Don't cause trouble for others."

Brando sighed slightly in his heart. What a bunch of naive guys, but in a world like this they are very valuable. He saw those people silently put away the bodies of their companions, then separated from the crowd and came to him.

"thank you, sir,"

The first person to thank him was a thin young man with a pale face, long light gray hair, a monocle, and a silver chain hanging behind his ears. The young man was wearing a blue-grey robe, and judging from the pattern on the cuffs, he was still a wizard apprentice.

String Wizard? Brando thought that there were not many wizards practicing this sect. The young man seemed a little polite and indifferent, but he caught a hint of forbearance and anger in his eyes. Brando looked at the other party's other companions, including a light swordsman and a female elementalist - they were all compared to them. Write sadness and anger on your face.

This is quite a character, he couldn't help but think as he looked down at this polite young man.

"Want to take revenge?" he asked.

The young man was stunned for a moment and looked up at him suspiciously. Then the young wizard apprentice shook his head and left the crowd with his companions. Brando looked at Shi Fang's back, knowing that the other party would never give in, but he just couldn't trust himself.

However, he was a little surprised that there was such a character among such a group of naive young people.

He turned back and cast his gaze on the noble cavalry. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

"Master, we have done everything we need to do, now you have to give us an explanation, right?" The leading noble cavalry spread his hands to him and asked carefully.

Brando snorted disdainfully.

"Lord?" Antitina asked softly.

He nodded. Since he had intervened in this matter, it was necessary to see Baron Grudin once. After all, we are on the opponent's territory, otherwise it would not look so good if we were invited over by force. Rather than doing this, it's better to be one step ahead so that the other party can't figure out his details.

Baron Grudin?

Brando thought in his mind.

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