Act 71 Departure

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The morning in Chablis in July is a song composed with the chirping of tits. When the morning light spreads over the entire mountain forest, this small town among the mountains becomes full of vitality.

The house decorated by the mountain people was filled with the fragrance of mint leaves. Brando got up early - it seemed that when he came to this world, the lifestyle of a swordsman overcame the lifestyle of a gamer. Sleeping in seemed to have been a thing of the last century. Something happened

Brando looked at the rolling hills of Chablis outside through the stone window on one side of the room. He pressed two fingers on the cards, then turned them over with his thumbs. The wind element crystals placed aside immediately vaporized into A stream of cyan smoke merged into the small space on the card and blew up a small whirlwind. Dimensional cracks opened and closed, and more than twenty wind spirit spiders shot out from them.

Brando immediately gave an order. These little things from the realm of wind immediately became atomized and blurred amidst the squeaking sounds, and soon turned into a puff of smoke floating around the room. Seeing this scene, the young man The man smiled and opened a bottle of mana potion

"It seems to be a plot mission," he thought with a frown. This thought had kept him from sleeping well for two days in a row.

Revolving around a dungeon or dungeon, a story will be triggered every time a period of time passes. These story lines are all systematically deduced, so they do not appear to be abrupt on the surface. In fact, the real-time mission system itself is also the "Amber Sword" One of the selling points of

It's just that in this world, it seems that these events that happened in the past are truly reproduced.

The plot of the play

After understanding this, Brando thought about it carefully, and finally remembered one thing. It was something vaguely mentioned in a guide about the 'Balogang Ruins' on the forum about a few years ago. The experience of being the first team to enter this instance

Seems vaguely familiar

But he raised his head, and his train of thought was interrupted. "Tuk-tuk-tuk." There was a knock on the door. It must not be Roman, because the eldest lady didn't know how to knock on the door at all, and she wasn't afraid of people saying she was uneducated - she was originally like That word is not destined to be Antitina, because the noble daughter is always so polite, she will not be so hasty.

Brando guessed in the blink of an eye that the person outside the door might be Macaro.

"Please come in"

The door opened, and behind them were two young men. One was the white-haired young man who was as feminine as a woman the afternoon before yesterday. He was looking at him with a stinking face at the moment. The other Brando had never seen before, but he was probably the same as him. The former was about the same age, had short, lean hair, and looked a little thin. He looked at the room with a curious look on his face.

"Bu...Mr. Brando, we are about to set off, are you?" The short young man looked at him, with curiosity, suspicion, and awe in his eyes. It was obvious that Brando had given this mercenary a lot of attention in the battle yesterday afternoon. The new members of the group left a deep impression

A young man of about twenty years old can be on a par with the deputy captain - that's what most of these young people think. In the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Buga's strength actually makes him far more powerful.

Above Macaro, this is also a recognized fact

In other words, this young man's strength is simply unimaginable at their age.

He had also heard the legend of the Chosen One, but no one knew how strong the Chosen One was. He couldn't help but look at Brando, wondering if the other party was the legendary Chosen One but just Brando. Obviously he doesn't know what the young man in front of him is thinking. If he knew, he would definitely laugh out loud.

In fact, with his current strength, let alone the Chosen One, he is still far from the Revelator.

"Okay, thank you." He nodded to the young man without knowing anything. "We'll be there soon."

But the white-haired young man immediately snorted from behind.

Brando couldn't help but glance at this guy. After yesterday's contact, he already knew that this guy turned out to be the heir of a nobleman who was traveling.

No wonder he developed such a arrogant temper. As for why he joined this mercenary group, that is probably another story.

He's not interested in finding out anyway.

But he didn't mind, but it didn't mean that the other party wouldn't mind either. The white-haired young man obviously became more angry because he was ignored. He couldn't help but snorted again, and said: "Listen, although I'm not your opponent, but I will monitor you all the time, and you can't try any tricks——"

The young man next to him was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that his companion would say such a thing. He couldn't help but look back and opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

Didn't say anything

"Oh?" Brando cursed 'idiot' in his heart, then raised his head and asked, "Your name is Reddy?"

"It has nothing to do with you," the white-haired young man snorted.

"Are all nobles so uneducated?" Brando asked back

"You..." The white-haired young man gritted his teeth and wanted to draw his sword, but when he thought about the gap between himself and the opponent, he couldn't help but stood back in frustration.

"I heard that Eco escaped?"

"How do you know, you...!"

Reddy frowned and was about to question, but suddenly saw Brando smiling slightly with a knowing look on his face. He immediately realized his slip of the tongue and couldn't help but snorted heavily: "You care too much. , I will tell the leader about this."

Brando said it's up to you. Do you think everyone is as idiotic as you? But he still smiled and said: "It's just a casual question. Do you know that I had an encounter with Mr. Eco two days ago?"

"Only the devil knows" Reddy thought to himself, but although he gritted his teeth in anger, he still deliberately maintained a cold look on his face.

"I heard that you and the Silver Sword Saint Gurekes came from the same place?" But Brando changed the topic again.

"with you……"

The white-haired young man suddenly remembered Brando's previous ridicule, swallowed the words hard, and finally turned into a cold snort. However, he also found that he seemed to be unable to take advantage of Brando verbally, so he might as well be a bachelor. He directly dragged his colleagues and turned away, leaving Brando alone here - thinking that anyway

It’s not like this guy can’t find his way alone, let alone what’s better if he can’t find it

Brando couldn't help but be amused. That Guy Gurekes actually had admirers. He was learning the swordsmanship called 'Heaven's Boundary' under Gurekes. It was a pity that Gurekes had three swords. The intermediate swordsmanship 'Sword of Destiny', 'Thunder Sword' and his own 'Boundary Sword', but Brando himself did not get a high-level swordsmanship task, but was frustrated by the old guy's temper. Too bad

This guy must not know that Guleikesi is a gambler, and his gambling quality is extremely poor. He always loses every time he bets, and often refuses to admit his losses.

However, the swordsmanship of 'Heaven's Boundary', thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. He had experienced it once, and it would be easier this time. Unfortunately, Gulekes should still be traveling in Cruz at the moment, otherwise he could come to him now. Got it

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Buga and Macaro looked at each other with expressions of confusion, but in the end, the mercenary leader known as the 'Maned Wolf' couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Brando, what are these?" He pointed at the twelve mercenaries wearing foreign costumes next to Brando. Martha was on top. The entire 'Lampoon of Chablis' hotel was under their close surveillance, and the news from various secret posts came from three Haven't there been only regular guests checking in since a few days ago until today?

But these guys with a bunch of throwing axes and javelins hanging on their bodies, carrying big bucklers on their backs, horned helmets on their heads, and holding sharp blades don't look like 'ordinary guests', do they? Where did they come from?

Brando obviously didn't understand Macaro's inner struggle at the moment. He shrugged and said with a smile: "They are my people. I remember mentioning to you that they are mercenaries I invited... from comparison Far away, you know, as a businessman, he always travels between places. These mercenaries are from a minority in the east of the kingdom, so please don't mind what they wear." He said with a smile, as if it was true. Like the same thing

But Antitina and Roman both glanced at him

The merchant lady thought with a simple mind that ordinary people could not understand: It turns out that Brando still has connections with the ethnic minorities in the east of the kingdom, which is indeed very powerful! But Antitina is not as simple-minded as this eldest lady. She has long suspected where Brando's men came from. Although she knows that Brando has a mercenary team, that team At this time, it should be located in Anlek, and it should not be an ethnic minority.

The same goes for Ciel. Although Brando told them that Ciel had returned to Karasu beforehand, she always felt that something was wrong.

However, this kind of suspicion can only be buried in the heart and cannot be used to question the lord he follows.

As Brando's staff, I still have doubts, let alone Macaro and Buga. Unfortunately, these two big figures in history are well-informed characters, but they are a little confused at this time because Eco For the sake of escaping, the secret sentries they arranged were at least close to the silver level, but they still looked like they only had 'black iron strength'

The mercenaries sneaked in without anyone noticing.

Macaro couldn't help but frowned, and his evaluation of Brando suddenly made a triple jump in his heart, becoming somewhat mysterious and unpredictable.

"So, Captain Macaro, can we set off?" Brando asked

"Of course." 'Maned Wolf' Macaro nodded with some difficulty and made up his mind. He would put Brando's team in the middle of the team and monitor them closely to prevent anything from happening. He was originally confident, but At this moment, he felt a little less confident. A young man with outstanding swordsmanship and a strength close to silver, and twelve mercenaries with strength above silver gave him a headache just thinking about it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at Buga again, complaining a little: "Old man, is this the result of your investigation?" He couldn't help but ask in a mouthful.

Buga shrugged.

Macaro commissioned him to investigate the mercenaries Brando mentioned, but after two days there was no clue at all. Unexpectedly, these twelve big living people suddenly appeared today, although they seemed to have only "black iron strength" ', but even he himself didn't believe this statement. He looked at the mercenaries in strange costumes and decided that they must have used some method to conceal their strength.

What is this, a big transformation into a living person? The future great swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes.

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