Act 45 2 Letters

Brando and Freya walked forward in the moonlight in the forest. The shadows of the pine trees were like a long and narrow tunnel. The soft footsteps rustled. There was a full moon above the pine needles. The night owl howled sharply in the silent night. The cry penetrated the forest far and near. Brando walked very fast, and Freya could barely keep up. She held down the hem of her clothes with one hand to prevent it from being caught by the jagged bushes, but her thoughts were already on the hands of the two of them connected hand in hand. There was a lot of chaos inside. She vaguely remembered that since they parted ways in Prague, she had never had the opportunity to be alone with Brando like this. The last time she walked side by side with him under the night was in the Stag Forest - also in in this forest.

"Brando, where are we going?"

"You'll understand later."

Freya stopped talking. Although she was a little shy, she still let Brando hold her hand tightly. The two of them walked forward in the forest one after another. It was a long but short journey. Gradually, the heavy branches separated in front, the forest became sparse, and there was a faint light. Only then did Freya realize They had passed through the forest from the other side, but she was full of doubts about what lay ahead.

Here we are, sure enough we are still here, Brando thought in his mind.

The forest opened a door in front of the two of them, and a lively and prosperous market seemed to appear behind the door. This market was located on the edge of the forest, and the lights dotted the market, as if they were held by fairies in the forest. For the grand feast, clusters of torches were lit and everyone gathered here. But when Freya saw the crooked shacks and wooden houses in the market from a distance, she suddenly pressed her left hand to her heart. She opened her mouth slightly and realized where this place was.

After the War of the Black Rose, refugees from the Riedenburg and Butchi areas gathered near Bragg. Some of them sadly left this area and took their families to the north of Manowell or the Kurk and Magitan areas, but there were always people who were attached to their homeland and the old, weak, women and children who were unable to move and were unable to compete with the locals. People compete for land and can only build sporadic settlements along the edge of the forest and reclaim the wasteland in the forest. Some of the refugees who fled with Brando from Lidenburg were grateful for Brando's kindness. Under his arrangement, they went to Tonigel with Leto's mercenary group, but after all, there were only a few people who were willing to leave their homes. More people chose to stay, and even more refugees in Butchi or the northern region. So true.

"Look, Freya, these are the people who have placed their hope on you. Their situation is not good. Go and ask them. Ask everyone who survived the catastrophe in Butch. They Is it because of your origin that I respect you and take care of you?" Brando said with some emotion. In his previous life, he knew these places very well, and the establishment of these settlements continued throughout his entire novice era. He knew very well what kind of people lived in these shacks.

Freya had completely lost her independent emotions at this moment. She held Brando's hand tightly and shed tears uncontrollably. This was her hometown, her neighbors, and the source of her ideals and beliefs.

Aunt Syl, Uncle Syl, Captain Madden, Little Phoenix and everyone else, all of them believed in her. Is it due to her origin?

This is a question that doesn't need an answer.

"Do you still remember the vow you made, Freya?"

"Brando... Brando..." Freya muttered to herself, as if she was questioning herself.

"Freya, you are Everton's daughter, but you are also Butch's daughter. No matter what your achievements are in the future, this will not change." Brando stood in the night wind and replied quietly .

"I understand... I should have understood..." Freya closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously: "I was wrong, Brando, I'm sorry."

Brando patted her shoulder gently and brought Freya back to see the villagers left behind by Butchi. This was originally his purpose, but he didn't expect it to be so far in advance. "Want to go in and take a look?" he asked softly. Freya took a deep breath, looked at Brando apologetically, and then nodded vigorously.

Since the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, the constant influx of refugees has become the most troublesome problem for the nobles of Prague. They have neither the ability nor the inclination to resettle these homeless people. The local government and the army are excusing each other. , the livelihood of the refugees was getting worse day by day. After the kingdom finally chose to surrender to Madara, they no longer had any hope of returning to their hometown. And inside that gray-white castle, the nobles were busy fighting for power and fighting with each other, as if the kingdom's failure in the war had turned into the sharpest spears and swords in their hands, used to pierce the chests of opponents. , a group of unlucky people fell down after the war and went to the gallows, but another group of people who sang triumphant songs may not be sincerely doing it for this ancient kingdom.

Even at the local level, the locals are crowding out these outsiders under the leadership of the manor owners and gentry. Although the people at the bottom are naturally sympathetic, this sympathy is only based on the premise that their own interests have not been shaken. It seems that their natural selfishness has made the situation of these poor people even worse; they are unable to compete with the locals for life resources, and can only go into the forest to hug each other for warmth, but even so, they still have to face discrimination and discrimination from the locals. With suspicious eyes, in such a situation, one can imagine the plight of these refugees from the Butchi area.

In fact, the refugees still have to face anxiety about the future, because even the last piece of land they depend on for a living is nominally the territory of a certain earl in the city of Prague. In order not to cause a riot, the nobles had to pretend not to see the actions of these poor people, but the earl may not be satisfied with this deal. He doesn't care about the loss, but he must not be the only one who does this. Otherwise, wouldn’t he become a fool in the eyes of others? In fact, the earl had already made a request to the noble council to drive away these 'robbers' who had occupied his land.

This kind of thing sounds unbelievable to ordinary people, but the noble council has to carefully consider the request of the earl and protect the legitimate property of the nobles. This is a serious proposition.

Old Madden was sitting next to a bonfire, wearing a straight guard uniform, but the corners were starched and turned white. This military uniform seems to symbolize his honor. Although it is still meticulous, it is already a thing of the past. The events in the noble council had more or less reached his ears. He looked at the dark night and let out a long sigh. Sorrow seemed to seep into every wrinkle on the old man's forehead. He did not choose to leave with Brando and Freya that day. Because Butchi is his responsibility, young people should be allowed to give it a try. As for him, his old bones have experienced too many winds and frosts, so let him bury his bones here.

He couldn't let go of his relationship with this land, and he couldn't let go of the familiar smell in the Butchi soil. Everyone was still here, so how could he leave.

But nowadays. The situation has become worse day by day. The poor land has little production, and the earl strictly prohibits the refugees from hunting in the forest. Although they can still chop wood to keep warm, many people can no longer open the pot. The key is that everyone lacks hope for tomorrow, as if they are living day by day, like walking zombies, already numb. When did these days of losing the ability to think, hope and longing begin? Old Madden often remembered those past seasons. My heart became heavier and heavier.

The only thing that comforted him was another rumor he heard these days.

There was a loud noise in the distance.

Madden frowned, the young people in Phoenix really didn't stop at all.

"Essen, Makmi, go and block their retreat!"

"Niberto, go and call your brothers Vlad and Ike over. Hurry up, don't wait too long!"

Pedestrians on the street retreated, as if they were used to this scene. In the open space they gave way to, two groups of young people lined up to face each other. They wore various military uniforms of the militia and the police. However, most of the military uniforms looked a bit old, and some were full of patches. Only the sword in the hand shone with cold light, but most of the swords were wrapped with ropes around the hilt. Either the guard was missing or the counterweight was missing; while on the other side They were all wearing the uniforms of the Prague patrol cavalry. They were well-equipped and high-spirited. Even the riding boots under their feet were shining. You could tell at a glance that they were from the city of Prague.

At this time, it was Little Phoenix who was commanding and dispatching the Butcher militia. He was at least a head taller than a year and a half ago, and was wearing the uniform of the garrison. After the Black Rose War, he was elected by Madden to become the commander. The Reserve members of Butchi's Guard, but not long after that, Butchi's Guard became a historical organization and completely lost its sense of existence.

"Phoenix!" the young men of the patrolling cavalry shouted: "Count Nagin is about to take back this land. Why don't you, the illegal refugees, be arrested as soon as possible?"

Little Phoenix spat disdainfully: "It's better to leave the big talk until the noble council has discussed the outcome. Don't you guys just want to take advantage of this opportunity to gain some benefits? I don't know who was beaten last time." My nose was bruised and my face was swollen, but the scar was really healed and I forgot about the pain.”

"What did you say!?"

"Little brat!"

The young patrolling cavalry were immediately stabbed in a sore spot and began to curse. They originally thought that by virtue of their status, they would be able to defeat these country bumpkins. Last time they came out to earn some extra money, they did not expect to be bumped into and arrested by Little Phoenix. He was beaten hard and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Both sides were young men with high spirits, so they would not resort to any conspiracy for a fight, but after finally recovering from their injuries this time, they naturally called on their colleagues to seek revenge.

Both sides were deliberately attacking, but they didn't agree with each other and immediately got into a fight. Theoretically speaking, the patrol cavalry should have the upper hand because they are well-equipped and well-trained, but these young men from Butchi are not easy to mess with. Almost everyone present is a student of Madden. What is Madden like? Existence, a veteran of the November War, also received the Medal of Candlelight, and none of the apprentices he taught were cowards. Not to mention that old militia members such as Essen and Makmi had been on the battlefield and had a direct confrontation with Madara. In a conflict of this level, one person could be used as several people.

But the most powerful one is Little Phoenix. He originally had superhuman talent in swordsmanship and learned two moves from Brando. Now he is also taught by Madden himself. His swordsmanship level is unparalleled in the Prague area; Inspection The cavalry obviously knew how powerful he was, and specially selected three people to deal with him. He struggled with the three people for a while, and suddenly he took out his hand and stabbed one of them in the thigh with his sword. The man yelled and quickly threw his sword and surrendered. Although the two sides were fighting together, they were still relatively disciplined. Seeing that the man abandoned his sword, little Phoenix stopped causing trouble for him and concentrated on dealing with the other two.

A few more sword strikes. He tried to fight against his injured shoulder and knocked away the other man's sword with his sword. The man looked at his own sword that was knocked away, shook his head helplessly, and raised his hands in surrender. The last remaining person knew that he was no match for Little Phoenix, so he hurriedly fought and retreated, retreated to a pile of boxes, suddenly lifted the box towards Little Phoenix, and shouted at the same time: "Hey, Ou!" Mr. Jin. This guy is so powerful, come and help me!"

Little Phoenix blocked the boxes with his hands and couldn't help but cursed secretly. At this moment, he suddenly saw a sword light piercing his side. He was startled, and then he saw clearly that the sword was coming towards him. The man had already surrendered the swords of several people on his side, "Unlucky. This guy is at least a captain-level figure!" He quickly raised his sword to block it, and there was a crisp sound. He almost couldn't hold his sword and let it fly out of his hand. He was shocked and realized that he still underestimated the opponent: "This guy has the strength of a middle-ranking silver!"

But it was too late to regret at this time. His sword was blocked and the door opened wide for a moment. Little Phoenix watched helplessly as the sword stabbed him. But he gritted his teeth and refused to give up the sword. He only had one thought in his mind: "It's over, eldest sister, Brother Brand, I don't know if I will see you again in the next life!"

However, he didn't have time to close his eyes. Then he saw a gleaming sword appear from beside him, and with a bang, he held the man's sword. Then his eyes flashed, and he saw the person forcing the opponent back with two consecutive sword blows. The speed of the sword made him fascinated. He had never thought that swordsmanship could be so clean and neat. Before he could think of this idea, the patrolling cavalry captain had already been killed. The man surrendered his sword, then his chest was pressed, he was pushed away, and fell heavily to the open ground.

This skill shocked the entire audience, and both sides of the battle stopped in unison and looked in this direction.

At this time, little Phoenix finally saw clearly who the person suddenly appeared in front of him. He still couldn't help but widen his eyes and mouth in surprise: "Big...big, big sister...wuah!" Unfortunately, he didn't say anything yet. After saying that, Freya kicked out her ears with a stern face, "It hurts, it hurts, big sister, please let go!" Little Phoenix almost shed tears from the pain, but she didn't dare to resist at all, not at all He looked calm and composed before, as if he was a child who had done something wrong.

"Aren't you promising? Why didn't you throw away the sword just now?" Freya asked angrily.

"I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again next time," little Phoenix grinned, but seeing Brando aside from the corner of his eye, he still couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Brando Big brother, you’re back too, that’s great!”

Freya snorted softly and let go of the guy's ear. The latter hurriedly avoided it, as if the female knight was a giant dragon that would choose people to devour. Little Phoenix rubbed it. He rubbed his face and looked at the two people who suddenly appeared, as if they were still dreaming. At this time, the warring parties also separated and returned to their previous positions. Most of the young people on Buchi's side had already recognized Freya and Brando, and only a few people from the northern region had not seen these two people. The patrolling cavalry were a little unsure. Of course, they could see that Brando and Freya were obviously on the side of these country bumpkins, but the opponent's swordsmanship was really terrifying. Anyone who had seen Freya before The person who took action couldn't think of any resistance in his heart at this moment. After hearing the description from their companions, most of the others were skeptical.

But the knight captain who was knocked to the ground by Freya noticed more details. The patrolling cavalry who ran to help him was still asking in his ear what to do next, but he glanced at Freya's face. Shoulder badges, he couldn't help but give the latter a fierce look.

Royal Knights, Knight Captain——

His face turned pale. He never dreamed that there were people from the royal family supporting these Buch refugees. In his mind, these foreigners had no roots in the local area, so even if they were bullied, they would not be affected. Find someone to help them. But now not only does someone stand out, but the other party's background is not small. The knight captain of the Royal Knights, Martha, you may not see one in such a remote place in your life.

Brando greeted Essen and Makmi from a distance, then glanced at the patrolling cavalry, and then asked Phoenix: "What's going on?"

"What's going on?" Freya also asked at the same time, but she immediately realized that she was thinking of Brando again. She couldn't help but blush, and subconsciously closed her mouth. Of course, this scene was all that little Phoenix could see. He was still an ignorant boy at the beginning, but now he has grown up a lot. He couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart, thinking that the eldest sister really still likes Brother Brand. He looked around again After looking around, I was a little curious about where the witch girl had gone. Everyone in the militia knew the relationship between Brando and Roman, but the residents of Butchi always called Roman and her aunt witches.

"What are you looking at!" Freya could see what this guy was thinking at a glance and scolded him angrily.

Little Phoenix was startled, and quickly looked at her nose and nose. Freya used to be the captain of the militia. When she was still in Butcher, Little Phoenix was most afraid of this eldest sister, and now she is even more afraid of it. Brando looked at the relationship between the two of them and felt a little funny in his heart, but he was a little relieved that it seemed that Freya had forgotten about her life experience at least for the time being, which fulfilled his original intention. He was also a little surprised about little Phoenix. When Butcher was on the run, this young man only showed some extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, but now this talent has been fully demonstrated in him. In the battle just now From the beginning to the end, he and Freya had a panoramic view. The strength shown by little Phoenix has already touched the edge of the silver level. This growth rate is really terrible. You must know that little Phoenix has grown up in the past year and a half. I have been in Butchi, just accepting Madden's guidance, but not like Freya and Brayson who have so many opportunities.

Brando actually noticed another point, that is, the strength level of these young people is mostly in the upper reaches of the black iron, and many of them have already touched the edge of the silver level. This was unimaginable in the past. Things, he understood after thinking for a moment, it seemed that the influence of the Great Demonic Tide had begun to show.

These thoughts turned around in his mind, and then returned to the current matter. He smiled at Phoenix and said, "Little Phoenix, tell me what is going on."

Unlike Freya, little Phoenix dared not show up in front of her, but he had nothing but admiration for Brando, the eldest brother. Seeing Brando speak, he quickly started from the beginning to the end when the patrolling cavalry came to cause trouble. , to Count Nagin’s proposal, described the whole thing in detail.

When Freya heard this, her face darkened.

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