Vol 2 Chapter 39

Thirty-ninth Antitina

The news that Borg Nesson's wife had died did surprise Brando a little bit. He had expected that the will left by the little aristocracy would bring him an unexpected income. The aristocratic family has a long history, and it is not clear if Ruberg Nessonzu was prominent. Maybe the legacy of the property may be a large amount of unexpected wealth.

And Brando thought that otherwise, he would not mention it specifically in the will.

However, as Xunzi said, the only hope now can only fall on the daughter who is still alive.

The sister-in-law 'Lon' told them that the daughter of the little aristocrat was named Antitina, and there were rumors that she lived alone on Squirrel Street in St. Anthony's District, next to Black Pepper Lane. In recent years, he has been living alone, and rarely shows up in front of outsiders. Although it is strange for a weak woman to live alone alone, after all, she is an aristocrat, and in the hierarchical system of Eruin, most people do not dare to insult.

Moreover, this kind of aristocracy is not special in Prague, especially those who sell news for a living like a sister-in-law. Most of the hearsay news is also credible.

Brando analyzed it and thought that Xunzi might be right--

Of course, it is said that there are more people who have used the 'sister-in-law' on Lorne in Prague than there are mice in Black Pepper Lane. . The young man was also very aware of this, so he simply put a silver sword on the bald guy's neck so that the cunning old fox could lead the way himself.

It was the **** Ron that the **** Ron had usurped. After being taught by Redbeard Bartom, he finally realized that the two were not ordinary characters, so he obediently and honestly let the three leave the **** unhindered. Old nest.

It was almost evening when the three arrived at Squirrel Street.

Bronze sunlight passes over the buildings on one side of this quaint street, smearing thick shadows on the other side of rows of wooden buildings. Because no one came to light the oil lamps on the roadside, the whole street was silent in a lonely darkness. Brando walked through the lonely street, and the breeze from the cloak swept over the slate blew the leaves apart.

He couldn't help but look back.

The later Battom frowned when he saw the scene of the horrible scene, and frowned at his fiery red beard and cursed, "This is not the case when I came here a few years ago."

Squirrelman Street is near today's Cavalier Avenue, in the St. Anthony district, where the noble house is located. It belongs to the once prosperous Old Town of Braggs. It was once considered a wealthy area where nobles lived, but it was deserted when the city was last planned. Today, this street is no different from Black Pepper Lane. Even more deserted.

Because compared with the latter, there are not even hires, adventurers and prostitutes here.

But it is not enough to die.

Brando breathed the dusty air and suddenly remembered one thing and replied, "I want to come because of the underground cemetery."

"Exactly." Xunzi laughed a little, and the sword edge on his neck made him feel a little cold: "Sir, you might not understand the situation as local people like us. There was a strange thing in the underground cemetery two years ago. A line of Javier monks and saints who went in to clean the tomb as usual went mysteriously after they entered the tomb, because it involved two senior monks and a priest, and this incident caused a sensation in Braggs.

"Then what? The temple didn't bother Nagin's old guy, which I don't believe." Bartom asked.

"Of course not, Lord Earl was under pressure from the Temple to urge the Silverwing Cavalry Regiment to send a squadron into the search, but they were attacked by monsters, and only one person ran out mentally." Xunzi replied.

"Hell alive." Bartom muttered.

The three of them talked and walked down a dark staircase into a quaint apartment, led by a sister-in-law. These three-story wooden buildings are a bit like suffering from severe asthma, making people creak as soon as they step on the floor, as if the whole corridor was clamoring for the Cold War and was about to collapse at any time.

Seeing such a situation, Brando couldn't help but stop and stabbed the cobweb ceiling with a sting of the light, and asked, "Sister, what is this place? I remember correctly Borg. Ney Although Song has been missing for many years, shouldn't he be so down in his family? "He coughed as he said.

"His daughter moved out of her home more than a year ago, as if it was because she was cheated," answered Xunzi.

"The aristocracy is rich," muttered Battom.

Brando glanced at his neck, silent.

The three finally stopped in front of a door in the far corner of the aisle. Brando stowed his sword and knocked on the door. He almost suspected that the sly old fox was deceiving himself again, but after a while, after a violent coughing sound came behind the door, a soft voice asked: "Who?"

Brando froze and asked, "She's not well?"

"Unclear." Bitch shook her head.

Brando thought about it and replied outside the door: "Is Miss Antietina, I am a friend of your father, Mr. Naimatsu, and I have something for him to give you."

There was silence behind the door, and the soft girl's voice replied, "What?"

Brando brought out the testament.

"His letter."

Behind the door was a soft sound of a chair being towed, and then a long hesitation. Then came the sound of footsteps and a slight cough. The girl whispered with a little anticipation behind the door and asked, "Sorry, but could you please send in the letter from below?"

Brando looked at the door below, thinking that the little girl was quite alert. But think about the experience of a weak girl living alone in the other person's life in the past few years. He nodded and replied, "I understand--"

"Thank you."

The letter passed under the crack of the door, and there was a rustling sound of tearing letter paper over there. Then there was a long silence, just as Brando wondered what the other party was going to do, and the door opened with a squeak.

Behind stood a young girl in moon white pajamas.

Her slender hands were holding the door, panting, but she was calm and not tall enough to reach Brando's chest. The young girl had beautiful waterfall-like black hair, and the faint candlelight edge in the room seemed to be plated with gold light—the margins of long hair hang down to the waist; she looked at the three people outside with warm black eyes , A little nervous.

"My father he--?" Her eyes finally fell on Brando.

Brando nodded.

Girly brush-like thick and dense eyelashes hang down.

She thought about it, and replied, "In fact, I should have expected it. But fortunately, my father and mother are at least together, so I might feel relieved."

Antinina's calmness surprised Brando, who thought that this should be a weak and aristocratic lady with no ability to do anything. His eyes crossed the girl and looked backwards. The snail house where the other party lived was not comfortable-a dilapidated bed and a desk were displayed in the dim room. The scattered paper on the ground.

This is almost everything.

It seemed to be in poor condition, as he imagined. But this little girl is still a scholar? Brando couldn't help thinking of the thick books on the desk.

"The grief changes smoothly, Miss Antitina." Brando thought about it and answered.

Antitina looked up at him, coughed twice, and asked, "Do you want to ask about the property mentioned in my father's testament, sir?"

Bartom and the sister-in-law heard the clouds and fog aside.

"Exactly." Brando hesitated, then chose to be frank-completing a task was as natural as a deal for him, or vice versa, and he didn't think it was ashamed于 opening. Besides, he thinks that getting the money is good for him and the lady.

But Antitina folded the letter, and her pretty brows frowned slightly: "But I never heard my mother mention such a place."]

"It turned out to be debt ---" Xunzi seemed to hear a little smell, and when he talked about this old business, he was full of spirits: "Brando, leave this to me."

He squeaked sharply, rubbing his eyes against Brando's face. He can see it, the former hairy guy is now a character, especially the tall mercenaries who follow him, and his skill is even more extraordinary. Xunzi couldn't find a few people with such power in his limited cognition-he couldn't help but compare the other party with a few noble guards he knew, and the result was that the former still prevailed.

I don't know why such a person would be willing to serve Brando. At this moment, the **** couldn't help but be a little more careful.

"No need, bitch." Brando waved his hand to decline his kindness.

"Repaying the debt is justified." The sister-in-law answered vigorously from behind, but when he saw Brando's finger touching the hilt of his sword, his neck narrowed and he swallowed the last half of his words. Just whispered, "There are rules, there are rules ..."

Brando looked at the girl's clear eyes, as if recognizing whether she was lying—the girl's eyes were worried, but she didn't squint—it didn't look like she was deliberately cheating. But leaving like this, Brando was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help frowning. But after thinking about it, in the end he could only smile: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's just a hand."

After all, Brando couldn't agree with Xunzi's point of view, and he could drive people to death for the sake of a little benefit. Originally, Antitina lost her parents, but now life is embarrassing, making people feel at ease, what can he ask her? Of course, the sister-in-law has a way, but if he does that, little Roman will not blame him if he kills him, not to mention that Freya knows even more.

But the girl coughed, but for a while she resisted to stand up straight and shook her head: "Sir, I don't need your charity."

Brando froze.