Chapter 46

Forty-sixth act lvup

The Red Copper Dragon Story Club is a bar whose door opens on the street between Bonoan Market and the Traveller's Bridge and is open all night for mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes, and touting goods from unknown sources businessman.

If you can endure the terrible atmosphere and vulgar slang here, this is a good place to have fun, with cheap ale, exposed maids and enough food to fill your belly, you are here for a whole night of wine It won't take a few coppers-you can even whistle as much as you want without worrying that the guards will catch you in the dungeon for one night.

But Freya couldn't help but feel a little timid when approaching the place where the dirt was hidden. The little country girl clutched her sword with both hands, and her mind was full of tips from Brando.

She fluttered a small face and lowered her head, carefully passing through the crowd, because she was so frightened that she even pulled the pony tail. Freya couldn't help thinking about what to do if someone suddenly rudely? Would you like to cut his hand with a sword? Or stabbed him with a sword?

She secretly glanced at the maids in exposed clothes, her ears were hot, and she just thought how to do that! It's simply shameless!

Freya walked to the counter with her sword in her hands, and the chubby barkeeper looked at her from head to toe with her cheeks: "This is not where you should come, little girl."

Freya flushed, only to realize that Brando was lying to herself. She couldn't help gritting her teeth and clucking her sword, but was not ashamed to lose her temper in front of strangers. But thinking of her previous performance, Freya couldn't help but look up: "Well, I'm here to ask someone ..."

Reto looked at the girl in front of her, and her head was almost lowered to the bar. She couldn't help but be a little funny: "The bar is the place to sell news, but we are not free for young girls!"

"I know, I will pay, please tell me."

"Well, who do you want to inquire about?"

"Hood, that textile merchant in Bonoan Market."

"That guy, are you a relative in his country?"

Freya quickly shook her head. "No, just someone asked me to send him a letter."

Reto shook his head, but at this time, a group of guards hurried past. He keenly felt that the little girl in front of her body was tensely tense. He had been a bar owner for ten years, and he had no sense of comparison in the nearby area. Through this detail, he immediately smelled something unusual.

But what's dramatic is that the guard fell back after passing by. Shouted outside the door: "Reto, yes, have you seen any suspicious characters?"

Reto bowed his head and saw the girl pretending to be calm in front of her, but her fingers were pale enough. He sighed and asked, "Are they looking for you right?"

Freya was startled, and subconsciously held down her hilt.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just professional habits."

Freya froze. At this moment, her mind was like a flash of lightning, and she blessed and said, "I, I have money, can you hide it for me?"

"A hundred Thors, are you rich?" Reto smiled. He has mixed dragons and snakes here, and hiding a fugitive is commonplace. Besides, he sees this little girl very easily.

One hundred Thor was a silver coin, and Freya nodded quickly.

When several guards came in from the outside, Reto hid Freya in a wooden barrel behind the bar. None of the people in the bar could match the army, and naturally would not stand up and identify. Moreover, each line has its own rules, such as the mixed place of three teachings and nine flows, there are their own rules.

This is the so-called grey field. The guards in the city will come to check the news in the bar. The same is true of the illegal merchants and thieves. They know each other's existence, but they abide by the rules and will not tear their faces in person.

This is the rule of the game.

But Reto thought so, Freya was not the same. As soon as she hid in the dark wooden barrel, she regretted it, and couldn't help but say to herself, Freya, Freya, have you never thought that anyone would betray you? You really can't do anything. Are you still the captain of the third team of the Butch militia?

She heard the bar owner chatting with the guards outside, one after another, and her heart was inexpressible. She was afraid that the other person would suddenly open the lid and carry her out, although she said nothing, but she knew what would happen if she was caught.

But after a while, she heard someone knocking outside. "They're gone, come out."

Freya opened the seam of the barrel and saw that there was no one outside. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but everyone in the bar looked at her with a smile, and some even raised her glass to signal to her.

"Good job, the little girl dares to fight those guys in the army!"

"Come, toast!"

Freya couldn't help turning her face red, and said to the bar owner, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, I'll take you a total of one hundred and ten Thors," laughed the chubby boss, and he beckoned and called out a simple leather skirt from the room inside, his skin darkened and a long twist. The braided girl came to her and said, "This is my daughter. Let her take you to Hood's house. To the little girl, I'll give you a piece of advice. So late, don't you run around alone, your companion?"

Freya couldn't help but think of Brando's guy. She wanted to be angry for a while but couldn't help losing her temper. She thought that Brando might be holding her tempered heart and thinking about her previous performance. In addition to her shame or shame.

She couldn't help but tighten her sword.

"My name is Su." The girl looked at her and held out her hand. "I occasionally help my father to see this shop, but now I just have time, come with me."

"Thank you. My name is Freya."

"Someone is touching the fish in muddy water, Lord Lord."

Charles replied, staring at the fire in the tall buildings in the distance.

Brando frowned, not expecting that there was a force outside the two sides in the city. The fire in the aristocratic house did not help him, but caused him a lot of trouble.

However, this time was really grasped every second, he thought for a while-the other party should be at least an insider, at least knowing that they have escaped from prison.

He recalled the situation then, maybe it was one of those nobles at night. But who? What is the purpose of the other party? Brando shook his head to throw these cluttered thoughts out of his mind. Although it was a bit unpleasant to be used, he would not be qualified as an insignificant little person.

"I hope not to cause too much trouble," he said. "But we don't have to be affected. Since someone is better, we just need to do our own work?"

"But you haven't answered yet, what are we going to do, Lord Lord." Charles asked aside.

"Someone borrowed a sword from me, and of course I was going to get it back." Obugu VII, whom Brando knew, was not a generous person, but he did not know how close the so-called His Majesty was.

"Who?"

"An Count."

Charle snorted: "I have never seen anyone more lawless than you, Lord Lord. Do you really think the noose is not enough for your neck to be stiff?"

"We escaped from the dungeon are the people who will be hanged. In this case, why would we care whether there was one or two noose around the neck?" Brando couldn't help but laughed, and to be honest he was also nervous. Very, but he found that he was still a very funny person.

"That's true, but Lord Lord, what are you going to do?"

"Ingress from the front, of course, the bigger the movement, the better."

Charles couldn't help but take a look at Brando. Although he laughed freely, his bloodless face and pale hands revealed the tension in his heart. But even so, the other party calmly and calmly arranged their plans there.

"What happens if you die." Brando thought about it and asked.

"Of course, cards that die on the battlefield will enter the cemetery, and I will stay there until Lord Lord has a way to fish me out," Charles replied.

"If I say that, I need to be careful."

Brando said, estimating the time in his heart. After probably calculating how much time I have available, I raise my right hand and let the gargoyle in the air catch--

Shire also raised his hand.

The two looked at each other and nodded. The gargoyle soared into the air, and by the cover of the night, flew over the grove on a hill in Rittenberg.

The wind whispered around the ears of the two, and Charles couldn't help asking: "Master, are you sure that an Earl will temporarily live in such a forest? Not the castle behind you?"

He was referring to the castle on the island in the center of the river where the Songsong and Wechs Rivers meet.

"What are you talking about, I can't hear you?"

"I mean, Lord Lord, are you flying in the wrong direction?"

"Me? Of course not. Did I say I'm going to trouble the Earl soon?"

"Then what are we going to do?"

"Of course, go to lvup! If you want to be good at work, you must first understand its skills?"

"Lvup? Is this some ancient language?"

"Crap! Let me tell you that there are three indicators in a game that are always there, that is skills, equipment and attributes." Brando shouted in the wind: "When you look at these three indicators, they One of them can help you. If you will grow up to be a master in the future, you must thank me for telling you this secret. "

"game?"

"Life is like a game, game is like life, you know?"

"Reluctantly understand, Lord Lord, you are really inscrutable--" Charles said wrongly, and only felt that it would be so cold to fly in the air at night, feeling like his hands and feet were frozen.

Brando stared at the forest, thinking he had fifteen minutes at most.

In Yusong Castle——

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa for a long while and then put down the leaf-shaped sword in his hand. His face did not change, and he still had a grim expression before him, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"What do you think?" The figure behind him asked.

"This should be the sword. I don't know how the young man got it. But he must disappear in this world no matter what. The two women around him are good, I like it."

"A little hobby is not harmful, but the key is not to delay the business."

"I don't give them a hint. How can those short-sighted idiots think of acting on my name. But people kill them, please, flattery, no one will doubt us. You just need to make everything look reasonable. When it comes to personal fame, when do we care?

A sneer appeared on the thin lips of the middle-aged man: "You said that, a little hobby is not harmful."

The man smiled and looked back at the sword: "Did you see any clues?"

The middle-aged shook his head: "How easy is it?"