Scene 42 Middle-Aged Man

Seeing Freya's bewildered look, Brando thought that she probably already had a certain understanding of the so-called Rydenburg's local troops, but it was not enough. He planned to let her know more clearly. Only reality can make it clearer. Freya understood what their situation was now.

Of course, Brando didn't want her last hope for this country to be shattered, but sometimes she didn't act only with passion, and rampage would only lead to bloodshed.

Brando has never been a reckless person, and he hopes that Freya will also learn to act calmly. Of course, he will protect them when necessary. The bottom line is that these people cannot really hurt Freya and Roman.

He just had time to watch how Freya would handle the crisis, but saw her eyes fall into the distance. He was startled, followed her gaze, and found that in that direction was the barracks on the east side of Riedenburg—it seemed to be called that. There he saw a group of people of different heights, all surrounded by a tall middle-aged man, followed by a group of white-maned light infantry, scattered in all directions-they looked like nobles.

Brando suddenly found it interesting. He didn't expect to be so lucky that someone would send a pillow when he wanted to sleep. But Freya reacted very quickly, and noticed those big people right away. He probably understood what Freya was thinking, and couldn't help but secretly nodded.

From a normal person's point of view, Freya's reaction was quite correct. Of course, Brando just wanted to see how she got hurt. I'm a little sorry for the future Valkyrie, but Brando knew that his starting point was for the other party's good, and that was enough.

What's more, this is also Freya's own choice.

When he turned his head, two guards drew their long swords and approached Freya. They obviously didn't expect that the girl dared to resist when the two companions were obediently captured, and she was so decisive, she rushed to the weapon rack beside her as soon as she jumped into the tower.

The two were startled, and hurriedly drew out their long swords to meet them. But Freya suddenly turned around and grabbed a guard's wrist with her right hand, stepped sideways, and swung a knife with her left hand to hit the opponent's armpit—from grabbing the sword to subduing, the whole movement was done in one go, as if the guard screamed in the blink of an eye With a bang, he fell to the ground.

The girl with the ponytail grabbed the sword, and it clashed with another guard. With three swords in a row, relying on the strength grown in the battle with the golden demon tree, the guard retreated five steps in a row until he retreated to the wall. His head was bleeding and he fell on his back.

Then she turned around again, the aura on her body frightened the remaining four guards and their captain to take a step back. Freya couldn't help feeling bitter. The Riddenburg army she had always relied on was of such a level. She thought they were all as powerful as Brando, maybe a little worse, but at least they shouldn't be far behind!

But Brando secretly cried out beautifully. The local guards are only at the level of veterans in the militia, and Freya's skills are now stable enough to enter the guard team, especially when she is calm and calm, which is even more commendable.

But he glanced at the white-maned light infantry in the distance, thinking that if Freya thought that the kingdom's regular army had the same fighting power, then she might suffer a big loss soon.

But what he has to do now is not to delay the judgment of the future Valkyrie. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards around him and threw them out before they could react. Then he snatched his elf sword back and knocked away the long swords in the hands of the two guards holding Roman.

"What are you going to do." He ignored the wailing guard lying on the ground, grabbed Roman's hand and ran over.

Freya glared at him, then looked at the barracks, her meaning was self-evident.

"Want to go there? That's okay. Youdao is the King of Hades who is easy to mess with, and the little devil is hard to deal with." Brando smiled.

"What does that mean?" Roman asked curiously from behind, and she rubbed her wrist. Those people used too much force just now, and her hands were sore from grabbing.

"It means, let's see what those big shots have to say."

Freya always felt that this guy had something to say, but now she didn't have time to refute. She glanced at the captain of the guard who had already collapsed on the ground in disgust, and then took the lead in flipping out from the tower.

"Brando, Freya seems to be angry."

"It's okay, just keep up."

The merchant lady gave him a curious look.

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Seber, Lord of the Golden Fruit, had been in a pretty good mood this day, if it hadn't been for what happened in front of him.

He was taken aback when he saw this young girl rushing in front of him, and the guards behind rushed up and surrounded her. Seber also saw that there were two other people in the encirclement, both of whom were dressed as countrymen. After he stayed for a while, a surge of anger rose in his chest.

What are these bastards doing to get three filthy country bumpkins here. Who is the captain on duty tonight, I want him to go back and eat himself!

Seber's face was blue and white, and he was about to attack. But he felt someone stabbing himself with the handle of a cane from behind. He looked back and saw that disgusting industrialist and big mill owner, Sir Burnley, with a face full of flesh. To be honest, he didn't even want to say any extra words to this fat man who smelled of copper and was fussy, but fortunately, Lord Lord is clear enough to understand that at least they are together now.

He followed the other person's gaze, and was startled when he saw Freya's epaulets. Butch's militia, didn't it mean that Madara's army had already reached Beledor Forest? How did they get here?

He couldn't help casting a glance a little farther back, hoping that the big shot over there hadn't noticed the commotion here. Then he held down the sword and shouted to the guards in a low voice: "What are you doing here, take the assassin down."

assassin?

Freya was about to speak, but was stunned by these words. She stared helplessly, trying to argue, but found that the guards around her had drawn out their long swords—a clear metal trembling, as if to pierce her heart.

"What's wrong here?"

At this moment, a quiet and serious voice broke in, causing everyone to step aside subconsciously. After the crowd parted, the middle-aged man with dark eyes, high nose bridge and gloomy face was revealed behind him. He held a gold cane and looked at everyone present with cold eyes.

Sable took a breath and cursed in his heart: Hell, he still attracted this trouble. His thoughts changed sharply, and he replied without changing his expression: "A few civilians broke in, maybe they are assassins again."

"Civilian?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"My lord, we are not assassins. We are Butch's militiamen," Freya eagerly distinguished, "We are here to report that Butch is being received by Ma—"

The middle-aged man showed disgust and interrupted, "What's your name?"

"Fu, Freya." Freya was stunned, feeling that being stared at by the other party's cold eyes was like being stared at by a poisonous snake, and couldn't help but lower her head.

"What about you?" He asked Roman over there again.

"My name is Roman, uncle." The future business lady blinked and replied.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help laughing twice, but quickly held back. This time, the middle-aged man's expression didn't change, but he waved his hand: "Take them down, and we'll wait until the interrogation is clear."

"My lord, we..." Freya was startled, and quickly raised her head to explain.

But the other party didn't listen to their explanation at all, but let the guards swarm up to suppress the three of them. But the middle-aged man looked on coldly, and then said again: "Wait."

As if his words had great effect, everyone subconsciously stopped their hands and looked at him.

"Show me the sword in that man's hand." He pointed at Brando with his cane.

sword?

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they noticed the shape of the sword in Brando's hand. That is the sword of the elves, and the swords of the elves are famous for their exquisiteness, and are generally circulated as works of art in the upper circles. Seber couldn't help slandering again, thinking that this guy who eats people and doesn't spit out bones has sharp eyes, and he has taken a fancy to both women and the sword.

What made him uncomfortable was that the other party's identity and status were much higher than his. Even if he stated that he wanted it, he could only obediently give it to him. He couldn't afford to offend the power represented by the opponent.

He beckoned, and several guards immediately understood, and drew out their swords to Brando.

Brando looked back at Freya, and saw the girl's face was at a loss, a little dazed. He knew it was almost done, but he still had to remain calm at this time, he shrugged, and obediently handed over the sword.

This kid is quite sensible. This move made Seber think to himself.

A guard trotted over with a sword in his hand, offering both hands to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man picked up the sword indifferently, turned over the blade, and read the words on it:

"A'ssonston, Donamiru—" (Elvish: A sword grows from light, and all enemies fear)

He raised his sword, and the elven sword was shining brightly in his hand, and everyone around couldn't help but gasp. The magic sword, these nobles couldn't help turning their attention to Brando and his party, and they became more convinced that the three of them were assassins. After all, there are no militiamen who carry magic weapons with them, and it is not believable to say it.

But the middle-aged man looked at the faintly glowing leaf-shaped long sword in his hand, and smiled for the first time on his face. He glanced at the industrialist beside him, and asked, "Sir Burlean is rich and well-informed, can you tell me the origin of this sword?"

The nobleman who glanced at Ball-of-Fat hurriedly rolled his body, and said fawningly: "I have seen some elf weapons, but if you want to say that you are well-informed, how can it compare to what you have seen in that circle, my lord?" heard."

The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied: "Then for the sake of this sword, let them have a better life tonight. Tomorrow I will personally interrogate these assassins. Those two ladies, take good care of them. You'd better Tell that to your Captain Granson exactly, and don't think I don't know about their nasty--"

His words became colder and colder, until finally the guard in front of him fell silent. However, the others showed meaningful smiles. The more obvious this lord's attitude was, the better it would be for them.

It's just two women and a sword, and they still care more about the latter than their own interests.

Freya's face was blushing because of anger, and she couldn't help but took a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. For a while, Brando was really afraid that she would be impulsive and reckless, but fortunately, the current Miss Valkyrie is much calmer than when she first met him.

He raised his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the gleaming Thorn of Light in his hand. Instead, he frowned, who is that person? It seems that the status is very high, but unfortunately he can't know every detail of what happened in history, but the other party's reaction is interesting.

But he wasn't too nervous, and the fun was yet to come.

When they were taken down by many guards, Brando clearly heard the middle-aged man asking:

"Okay, let's get down to business. Mr. Sable, when are you going to let me out of town?" The middle-aged man's voice was cold, filled with a faint sarcasm.

"My lord, it is a time of crisis. Madara has already entered under Fort Van Meer. Butch's flank may be affected at any time. The wild is too dangerous, especially since you are a close minister of His Majesty, and we have What reason put you in danger?"

The middle-aged man smiled and stopped talking.

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