Scene 45 Night

As soon as Brando and his followers got off the gargoyle, they saw Roman and the pale Freya in the alley, especially the latter staring at him with a hateful look. But he felt a little funny that the dignified Valkyrie would be afraid of heights, and when he thought of her pale face in the sky, she was similar to the girls in the team before.

"Okay, let me tell you about the current situation." Brando was afraid that Freya would settle accounts with himself after autumn, so he said first as soon as he landed.

Freya saw his trick and snorted softly. She turned her head away, too lazy to argue with him.

"We have sent the news, and it is up to the nobles to accept it or not; next, we need to find Roman's aunt and escape from Riddenburg before Madara launches an attack, but that will not be an easy task." Lando waved his hand to let the gargoyle fly to the eaves, stop and monitor the surroundings—he has been experimenting with the spells of the amulets since the day fell into the night, and finally let him find out a usable one.

Attack spells are still lacking though.

"Freya and Roman are registered militiamen, so the relatives in Riddenburg will definitely register. If we go to contact Roman's distant relative, we may risk being discovered, especially if we don't know whether the other party is real or not. credible case."

"Isn't Aunt Jenny dangerous?" Freya turned around and asked.

Brando glanced at Roman, who was silent and playing with the corner of his clothes with his head down.

"Generally speaking, the other side also has a reaction time, but if we swarm the action, the possibility of failure is very high. In order to save time, we have to divide the troops into three groups, and repeatedly confirm what each person should do."

He took a breath, and unconsciously showed his demeanor when he was the team leader in the game. However, in reality, in order to dominate the fate of others, Brando inevitably felt a little nervous.

His gaze paused on the faces of the three of them, and he identified:

"Freya is going to contact Roman's relatives."

"Me?" Freya pointed to herself in surprise.

"kindness."

"But I only know that he lives in Bonoan Market, and I don't even know the specific number. And I don't even know where Bonoan Market is?" The girl with ponytail looked embarrassed.

"You can ask, the Bonoan market is nearby. Walking out of this alley, there is a bar called 'Bronze Dragon Story Club', you can go there to inquire about the news." Brando suddenly smiled: "But Be careful, the hands and feet of the mercenaries in the bar will not be too clean, so don't get ripped off."

Freya's face turned red, and she glared at him viciously: "Shameless...shameless!"

Charles giggled, thinking that he was quite interesting as a lord. Aristocrats rarely go to vulgar places like bars, but it seems that Brando knows everything about the kingdom very well. Wizards always like to be around smart people - especially people with a lot of knowledge, and this young man was no exception.

"After you find that wool textile merchant named Hood, don't reveal your identity first, give him some time, and ask him to meet us in the bar. You have to pay attention to his reaction, and you will know that this person is not reliable. If you find Don't worry about the traces of the army, they won't startle the enemy until they don't know about our relationship. They also hope to have a chance to catch us all."

Freya thought for a while, as if confirming whether she could do this, and then nodded.

"What about me, Brando?" Roman asked, blinking.

"Roman, go help us contact the carriage and wait for us at the north gate. There are only two hostels in Riedenburg, so they may be monitored. If you find that one of them is different, you can change it. If there are problems, you will be alone. Go to the north gate. In any case, we will leave the city as soon as the city gate opens in the early morning. If we are lucky, we may be able to get out of the city before the blockade order is issued.

"

The business lady nodded cheerfully.

Then Brando took out the money he got from the nobleman's relic and divided it into two parts and gave them to them: "The actions of both of you may involve the use of money. This is thirty silver coins, half of which is more than enough for one person. If there is If possible, Roman, buy some more food."

The business lady nodded again seriously.

"What about you, Brando?" Freya asked.

"You are under too much pressure to act alone, and the White Mane Legion may intervene at any time. Charles and I will visit a few 'old friends' to attract the attention of the guards in Riddenburg." Brando said calmly replied.

Only a genius knows how determined Brando is to say this. His credo has always been that risks are controllable, just like passing through Xavier Mountain Road-that is because he is sure that he can guarantee the safety of Roman and himself-he never thinks that he is a natural savior or a hero.

'A careful plan may fail, let alone a desperate chance of success. ’ This sentence was given to him by Brando’s old team leader in the game, and it was also taken as his motto by himself.

But this time, even he himself didn't know how risky it was, but he had promised Roman in Butch's old house that as a man, sometimes he needed some willful persistence. At this moment, Brando also felt a motivation that made his blood boil to support him to calm down, to complete such a thing, and to fulfill his promise.

"You're crazy, Brando!" Freya heard what he said, and stared at him with wide eyes: "You, you will be hanged, what do you want us to do?"

She suddenly felt that her words were a little ambiguous, blushed, and explained: "I mean, I don't want to be a robber with you..."

Brando suddenly felt that the girl who said something wrong was a little cute: "It's okay," he said, "I will invite you to join the gang, if there is a chance." This future Valkyrie is nothing more than that.

"There's no chance," Freya said angrily, "You can go with Roman, I'm worried about her."

"No, I believe in little Roman."

The business lady raised her eyebrows, secretly happy.

Freya gritted her teeth angrily, she thought to herself that this guy knew he was worried about him, but he wanted to force her to speak out. And what's even more exasperating is that he won't listen to it.

"Forget it, I don't bother to care about you," she lowered her head and pushed the ponytail back with her hands: "You, be careful yourself."

The business lady gave him a small gesture of 'everything is OK', and she shook the gesture-this is what she learned from Brando in the past two days: "I'll wait for you at the north gate , Brando! The carriage of the future big businessman will only start when Brando gets on the carriage—"

Brando smiled when he heard his heart move.

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About ten minutes later, in the barracks of the Swordsmen of the White Mane Legion——

"You said you didn't hear the sound?"

Luc Besson picked up a piece of broken wood, pointed to the section and asked: "From the perspective of the degree of shattering, it is at least the level of the first level of strength. A person at the level of a black iron swordsman broke the prison door of our White Mane Legion, and then Tell me you didn't hear me?"

Luc Besson, known as 'Tiger', is 45 years old this year. He has dark skin, a sharp forehead like a knife, high and raised cheekbones, half of which comes from mountain people, flat and thin cheeks, and deep-set eyes. With a touch of wildness. It has been ten years since Luc Besson was promoted to the head of the 104th Swordsman Regiment of the White Mane Legion. If he wants to further improve, he must rely on his reputation and qualifications in the army.

But Luc Besson is politically inclined to the Everton faction, the so-called Baath Party, and it is a fact that the White Mane Legion has already completed the privatization of Earl Pula, and now he is unpopular in this army List. But this does not prevent him from showing his majesty in front of his subordinates. 'Tiger' Luc Besson is not one of those aristocratic little faces who come up through the back door.

The general's words immediately made several junior non-commissioned officers present look at each other in blank dismay, especially the person in charge of duty this night, his face was even more crimson. White-maned infantrymen wearing Landi's military uniforms and pointed helmets came in and out of the room. Compared with the guards, the biggest difference between these soldiers' military uniforms was the bunch of white wolf feathers hanging from the shoulder straps.

This unique ornament commemorates the glorious glory of this regiment in the "Battle of Jatins", which is also the origin of the name of the Whitemane Legion.

"If the other party is a highland knight, it's not impossible for his apprentice followers to do this." Someone said.

"For the Whitemane Legion, the point is not what your opponents did. It's what you did. Ten minutes to react. Are you a militia?"

Luc Besson's reprimand silenced the others.

At this time, an officer brought his entourage to report and pushed the door open. The visitor held a stack of parchment in his hand and reported: "Commander, we have checked the information of the militiamen on the Butch side. There is indeed a man named Fu Leya and Roman's people are registered, but the young man named Brando doesn't seem to be a native of Butch."

Unexpectedly, Luc Besson nodded his finger on the table: "Then?"

He approached him personally and whispered something in his ear, Luc Besson nodded. He asked again: "What is the attitude of His Majesty's secret envoy?"

"My lord earl didn't say it clearly, but it seems to imply that we execute on the spot." The officer replied.

Luc Besson was taken aback for a moment, would the majestic king's secret envoy have trouble with a commoner? He rubbed his chin, trying to read the hidden meaning, but before that, the whole room was buzzing with discussions——

"That's right, but the old guy didn't want to go with a commoner?"

"I think he seems to be interested in those two women, this old pervert."

"A jester, I saw him there admiring the Elven sword."

"A country bumpkin who has never seen the market." Someone sneered disdainfully.

Luc Besson immediately patted the table to make these messy officers stop. He was about to reprimand, but at this time another person pushed the door and came in, it was the orderly from outside.

"Captain, the local council is on fire."

"It's a good one," Luc Besson couldn't help cursing secretly, and immediately stood up and ordered: "I'll give you ten minutes, let the second and third squadrons assemble as quickly as possible!"

Rows of officers rose to their feet.

He pointed to the other side again: "You two, go and monitor the intended target for me. Maquilin, your mission is the hostel, you know what to do, don't startle the enemy."

The three people who were named bowed their heads, and without hesitation, they immediately turned and went out.

"Captain, where is Lord Seber?"

"There's no need to remind. Those guys must have rushed to court our king's secret envoy, and they always have to rely on one side, don't they?"

The leader's words caused deep laughter to resound in the room.

(PS. Chongqing has also become a rural area now, the power is cut off every day, and the call was only received at 7 o'clock today.

Seeing many people say that two updates a day is still slow, I have the urge to vomit blood.

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