Act 39 2 Letters IV

After a night of no words, Brando and Freya finally sat opposite each other in silence for the entire night. The former was worried, while the latter wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start. In Freya's heart, she couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had for the man in front of her. She might have some admiration, but she probably didn't have the feelings of a girl - she wasn't sure about this anyway, but she Now that she knew the established relationship between Brando and Roman, she was naturally embarrassed to get involved with her thin skin. However, when she noticed the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Antitina with the unique sensitivity of a woman, she was inevitably a little annoyed in her heart.

All night, she sat on the wooden long-backed chair and silently turned through the pages of the thin book in her hand. The book was not very thick. She quickly turned to the last page absentmindedly and subconsciously raised her head. When she started, she saw Brando looking at her with bright eyes. She was slightly startled, and quickly lowered her head again, gritting her teeth and thinking: "This hateful playboy." Then she flipped through the book again in a hurry. Kai, full of random thoughts: "H-How could he stare at me like that? It's so rude!"

Poor Brando was actually thinking about the words of Viscount Test and the letter from his mother. His eyes were not so much looking at Freya as he was subconsciously wandering behind her. On that wall, she had no idea that her image in the future Valkyrie's mind was basically equivalent to that of a noble scum.

The silence between the two continued through the long night, but it could not delay the arrival of the next morning.

When the first ray of morning light rose over the roof of the tall building opposite the dilapidated wooden building, passed through the window here, and fell on the desk, but before it crossed the middle line, there was a sudden beep outside the door. A loud knock on the door. Brando was the first to come to his senses and straightened up. Only then did he realize that the future Valkyrie of the kingdom opposite him had her hands on her knees, and the book was placed on the back of her hands. She lowered her head, and her long ponytail followed her head and pecked her head. She had already fallen asleep, but Only the upper body was still standing upright. He is worthy of the title of Knight of the Kingdom.

Brando couldn't help but feel a little funny. He reached out and patted the other person's forehead. Freya was extremely alert and immediately opened her eyes. As soon as her hands moved, she subconsciously went to draw the sword, but before that, she placed The book in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter. She woke up with a start. Looking at this scene, her face turned red.

"Brando. I-"

"Actually, I also slept for a little while." Brando smiled. Although with his and Freya's physical fitness, it doesn't really matter if he and Freya don't sleep for a day or two, but people's habits are very bad for a while. It's hard to get over it, not to mention that after a week of hard work and the previous series of fierce battles, everyone's spirits were actually very low.

"Is there someone knocking on the door?"

Brando listened for a while and heard the rhythm of four heavy knocks and one soft knock.

Then he nodded and replied: "It's the little guy I hired." Then he came to the door and opened it. Sure enough, he saw the boy standing outside the door a little uneasily last night, but Brando noticed that the boy was still holding a basket. The basket contained some bread, cheese and other things. His eyes just fell on these things. The latter explained as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand: "Sir, I just want to know if you need breakfast?"

Unexpectedly, this guy was quite business-minded. Brando laughed dumbly, but said with a straight face: "Let it go. Since you came so early, you must have already found out what I asked you to inquire about yesterday."

The young man hurriedly put down the basket. Although he still looked a little restrained, he instinctively expressed a tone of formality: "Isn't that right? It's what you asked me to do, my lord. How dare I neglect what you asked me to inquire about?" , I’ve asked about everything.”

"Have you asked about the miller named Scott?" Brando asked. Scott is actually his father's name in this life, but outsiders generally call him Old Scott.

"I've been asking about it all night, sir. I haven't even had time to sleep yet. Look, I'm coming to you right now." The young man replied quickly, as if he had an innate talent in this area, speaking vividly. He described: "There is indeed such a person. His family's manor is south of Braggs, close to the Butchi River. But I heard that he opened a mill here, but that was only in the past few decades. When His Majesty the King was in power, their family was still an outsider, but they seemed to have some kinship with the nobles of Karasu."

It was just a one-night inquiry, which was considered a good result. However, Brando knew that this was because his father was a miller after all. He was a well-known figure in the area. If it were an unknown person, Man, I'm afraid it's not so easy to find out the exact information. "What else?" he asked again.

"And... um..." The young man frowned and thought for a moment. He scratched his hair as if he just remembered some trivial things: "And... by the way, I heard that he had a son who disappeared during the war. , which is unfortunate enough.”

This is what he is talking about. Brando understands in his heart that it seems that not many people know what he went through later. After all, most outsiders have heard about the deeds of Count Tonigel. On the contrary, his real name is not widely spread, and Even if a few words fall into the ears of the locals, I am afraid that they will not think of the relationship between the Earl of the Dignified Kingdom and the descendant of Sword Master Darus and a miller. Given the people of this era, In terms of people's cultural level, it is too common to have repeated names. Not to mention common people, even nobles sometimes have to face this kind of embarrassment. Otherwise, how did the names Anson X and Aubugu VII come from?

He nodded falsely: "What about the others? I asked you to find out if this family has had any guests recently. Did you find out?"

The young man nodded quickly: "It seems so."

"It seems to be yes, but is it yes or no?" Brando was very dissatisfied with this answer. His previous questions were just to determine whether this guy was talking nonsense. In fact, this question was the real focus. Unexpectedly, This guy gave him an ambiguous answer as soon as he opened his mouth. It was almost as if he had said it or not.

The young man was startled and quickly looked at his face. Realizing that this 'very prestigious' employer didn't look like he was about to get angry, he quickly licked his lips and added: "I think there should be some. I specifically asked people who have dealt with their family these days. People, they all said there were no visitors, and there were no strangers hanging around. But sir, I was cautious this time, because I thought some guests might not be happy for their existence to be known," the boy said, While carefully observing Brando's expression, when he noticed a slightly surprised and appreciative look on the latter's face and nodded, he relaxed and continued: "So I changed A question."

"Did you change the question?" Brando interrupted him and asked.

The young man nodded.

"How did you ask?"

"I asked those people whether there were any caravans, mercenary groups or other strangers passing by near old Scott's mill recently. You know, in our place. There are always very few outsiders, any one The outsiders passing by - whether they are adventurers, mercenaries or foreign businessmen, we locals can distinguish them with just one glance. Sir, please guess what I asked this time. Those people told me that within a week A group of knights passed by there before. But I know the road leading to old Scott's mill. It is a dead end and most people will not pass there. "

Brando knew that that road was not actually a dead end. That road passed through the sawmills to the south and led to Lidenberg. When he was a boy, he used to practice swordsmanship with his grandfather there, but after the invasion of the undead, that road was completely abandoned. It is understandable to say that it is a dead end.

"A team of knights, what kind of knights?" he continued to ask.

"Wearing a cyan shirt. But they can't describe the coat of arms on the shirt."

"Cyan shirt." Brando murmured to himself. He actually already had the answer in his heart. Looking at the entire Eruin, the only knights wearing cyan shirts are the Highland Knights. Of course, it is not ruled out that they are Other forces are counterfeiting. However, this possibility is unlikely. In Eruin, it still takes some courage to risk offending the Highland Knights and pretending to be them. He had no choice but to do it back then, and the entire Eruin Kingdom is really a fool like him. It's not easy to find the second one. "Is it really a highland knight?" He shook his head, and never figured out why these guys bypassed him to find his parents? Do you want to regain the relationship left by your grandfather and get closer to yourself? It seems that this is not necessary for those free knights.

He put away his thoughts and looked at the young man in front of him again: "Your name is Dean?"

"Yes, sir." The young man replied respectfully. As if he noticed something, he added very tactfully: "If you, sir, need my services, I can serve you at any time."

"Really? Then let me ask you, are you willing to leave Prague?" Brando also admired the agility of the young man named Dean when inquiring about news, and the other party seemed to have an innate ability to observe words and expressions. Talent, such a person is born to be a nightingale. He had just acquired Su from Charles and was preparing to build an intelligence network in Cruz and Madara. He just needed such talents.

When Dean heard such a question, a bright light flashed in his eyes. Of course he heard what Brando meant, but he hesitated and shook his head: "I'm afraid not, sir."

Seeing the other party's rejection, Brando became a little curious, because he could clearly see that Dean was moved, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why, are you afraid of going out to have a try?"

Dean quickly shook his head and explained: "That's not true, sir, but I still have my mother to take care of. My mother is not in good health, so I can't leave too far away."

Brando suddenly glanced at the food in the basket on the ground, and couldn't help but replied in a funny tone: "Are these things made by your mother?"

Dean's face turned red, obviously he didn't expect that this adult had seen through his trick, and he defended with some embarrassment: "My mother's craftsmanship is no worse than those in hotels."

Brando glanced at the young man and felt more favorable in his heart. He thought that although he was loitering on the street like everyone else, he was not a real gangster after all. He made up his mind and said to the other person: "You Go back first, and I will send someone to find you when the time comes. You can rest assured that if I want you to leave Prague, I will ask you to take your mother with you. With you like this, your mother may not be relieved either. "

Dean was slightly startled and looked at him with some surprise: "Sir, are you telling the truth?" He had already vaguely guessed that Brando might have taken a fancy to him and wanted to accept him as a follower. He could follow such generosity. Of course he is happy to do what his master does. But he had never heard of a master who was willing to let his followers take care of his family.

"Do you think I'm someone who has time to entertain you?" Brando replied angrily.

"Sir, you are truly the kindest person I have ever seen." Dean replied sincerely.

Brando spent another silver coin to send away his new follower, then lifted the basket from the ground and closed the door. He turned around and found that Antitina had woken up at some point and was lying on the bed looking at him with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Lord Lord, I'm so useless." She saw Brando reply. He turned around and whispered. But Brando didn't want to argue with her about this. In his opinion, as a man, it was natural for a woman to rest when there was only one bed. He shook his head and asked, "Did you hear that?"

Antitina nodded.

"What do you think?"

"He probably didn't lie, but in this case, the people mentioned in your mother's letter should be the Highland Knights." She analyzed in a low voice.

"But what I'm confused about is why they went in such a circle to find me."

"Lord, they may want to avoid other nobles." Antitina replied.

In Brando's heart. This was the only possibility he could think of, but he was a little curious. What exactly did the Highland Knight want to do with him by bypassing the other nobles? The fact is that he has been very curious about these knights since the battle of Ampelsel. Even though he is the grandson of Darus, the other party seems to be too enthusiastic about him. Although Darus once served as the marshal of the coalition forces and held a high position in Eruin, he was never the grand leader of the Highland Knights. The other party seemed to have no affiliation with his grandfather, and even less with him. If it was just for the descendants of a sword master, he would show 120,000 enthusiasm, and would even be involved in a war. middle. This is a bit too outrageous.

And judging from everything today, it seems that there are indeed some secrets between the other party and his grandfather's family.

"That guy Charles is also tight-lipped." Brando complained with some annoyance. In fact, he had asked Charles before this trip, but the guy just pretended to be crazy, as if he had lost everything in his life. It was as if he had forgotten, but Brando knew that this was absolutely impossible. Medisa was a real example. As a result, he sent the guy back to his territory in anger and didn't bother to bring him to Pragues.

But now that he was sure that the guest mentioned in his parents' letter was indeed a Highland knight and was not being coerced, he was at least relieved. He sighed and said to Freya and Antitina: "In short, you will understand what their tricks are later."

"Brando, are you going to see them?" Freya asked curiously.

"Of course, what else can I do?" Brando replied angrily: "Besides, I haven't been home for a long time, so it's time to go back and have a look."

"Are we going too, Lord?" Antitina asked.

Brando nodded: "Of course, one of you is my staff and the other is my assistant, so naturally you want to help me share my worries, right?"

Brando said it was natural, but the staff lady seemed to have thought of something else. She hung her head under the quilt, her face turned red, and she stopped talking.

The three of them packed up their things, and soon left the room and went straight out of the city, heading towards Brando's memory that the mill at his home was south of Bragues, on the 'dead road' leading to the sawmills of Reedenberg and Stag Forest. This is exactly what Dean described. Brando originally thought that it would take a lot of time to find the path in his memory. After all, according to Brando's memory, he had been away from home for basically two years, and from Sophie's soul Speaking of which, I have never been to this place.

But soon, the pine forest beside the Butchi River became familiar to Brando. Two years obviously did not bring about earth-shaking changes in this area. He moved along the river beach, and his speed became slower and slower. He looked around, and every black pine tree and even the rocks on the river beach overlapped with his memory one by one. The feeling was very strange, as if he had been there more than once in a long dream. Same here.

He silently looked at the picture-like scenery without saying a word, but an emotion he had never imagined arose in his heart.

That's guilt.

It had been almost two years since he left home, and there was no news from him in the previous year. He suddenly realized how worried his parents, especially the mother from a noble family from Cadrego, would be about him. In his memory, his mother Although she is quite knowledgeable, she is still a little woman, gentle and quiet. In addition to taking care of the housework, she devotes almost all her energy to her son.

In my memory, I seem to have never been a trouble-free guy, or I would never go to a remote place like Butchi alone.

The trust of his grandfather and the expectations of his parents seemed to come back to his memory in an instant. Even before going to this place, he was still slightly resistant and unfamiliar in his heart, but this feeling disappeared instantly at this moment, and his heart was completely filled with other people. replaced by a more profound emotion.

That kind of feeling came so suddenly——

As if something awakened from his blood, he opened his mouth, and there was a kind of expectation and timidity in his heart like a wanderer returning home. He looked at everything in front of him, took a gentle breath, and finally stopped. steps.

"Brando?"

A somewhat surprised voice suddenly came from not far away. Brando shivered slightly. He looked in that direction. In that direction, a middle-aged man who was leading a donkey and walking towards him suddenly stopped and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Brando looked at the familiar face of the other party and blurted out: "Uncle Dawn!"

"Brando, you are really Brando, you are still alive, are you back?"

"Yeah, I'm back."

Brando only felt that there seemed to be something more in his eyes at the moment.

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