Vol 2 Chapter 140

The 140th Act of Tender Hope (2)

When Brando left Baron Gruddin's castle, he said nothing, although he walked out of the castle's door like a king: no one could stop him from passing, even the most loyal knights of Gruding dared to press his hand. The sword and trembling spread out to both sides. But the young man was not at all happy, his hands clenching his scabbard tightly—as if the sword was always there—the scabbard rattled because of excessive power.

Yes, but he compromised.

He wasn't afraid to retreat from the forces of Madara and Baron Gruding, but Qian's pleading look moved him. Just as he could never be a Macaroo, it was impossible to ignore Sanford and other Grey Wolf mercenaries who stayed in the courtyard because of his anger.

He understood that it was the girl's only relative and trust in the world. She has the right to do so.

But although he understood, he still felt depressed and angry.

Especially when even Antitina tenderly objected--

The young man couldn't help feeling a cold heart.

What he wanted to resist was Eruin's decaying rule, but he suddenly found that he didn't have this ability at all now-even without support-he knew that Antitina wanted him to be incorporated into this rule. Although the aristocratic Qian Jin did not say explicitly, she did not hide her true thoughts.

Indeed, this is a better choice for him.

But is this possible?

Brando never imagined that he would give up his claim one day, and if he stepped back, he would give up everything. Therefore, he cannot retreat, even if there is a sword and fire in front of him, he must be incompatible with Gruddin.

Therefore, although he knew that Madara's undead had stood with Count Jean-Dernell, he had to choose this way. He has already stated his position, and everything else can only be given to time to demonstrate.

Brando pursed his lips and walked silently across the castle's suspension bridge. But with the breeze in the afternoon, a pungent blood smelt straight into his nose-and then he heard an exclaiming voice from behind, that was Antitina's voice.

Brando lifted his head subconsciously, but that was the moment when the young man was stunned. The familiar street in front of him seemed to be stretched infinitely in his sight. The long street stretched to the end of the sky. There was no one on the street, but there were rows of brand-new crosses on the street--

Rows of crosses hanging **** bodies.

Most of those corpses were dressed in adventurer, mercenary costumes, and some were poor people who knew it when they saw it. Both men and women, but now only dead bodies.

Brando remembers that during Ward's classical days, local lords would hang the robber's body on a cross to warn those who continued the cause.

But at this moment, who does Baron Gruddin warn?

Not only warned him, but also a warning to the city's throbbing adventurers and mercenaries, Baron Gruddin was using this incident to tell these outsiders who was the owner of this land.

Blood warning.

"well--"

Brando took a deep breath and turned back almost immediately. But he gritted his teeth, but finally put up with it, but at the glance of his eyes, he had already seen a figure flashing across the street.

It's him?

Brando's heart caught up and he caught up immediately.

He followed the corner of the street and followed into an alley. The familiar turquoise gray was in sight, the young lord had just hesitated, but the other party had said:

"Brando ... sir, right?" The young man in the turquoise robe looked at him and asked indifferently.

Brando recognized that this was the string shaman apprentice who had a relationship with him in the morning. He was so impressed with the other that he would not forget it easily.

He nodded.

The young man didn't speak immediately, and both fell into silence. Although the other person's thin face was indifferent, the silent anger could be seen from the bottom of his eyes.

After a brief silence, the young man finally spoke again: "I remember, lord, have you ever asked, do I want to get revenge?" The thin young man looked at him with the same complexion and replied: "If I tell you now, I think--"

He raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Sir, can you show me a way?"

Brando was silent.

"This is also the idea of ​​other people in the city, the mercenaries and the adventurers. Their enemies with Baron Grudin have already settled." The young man stared at him and continued: "If you are willing, we are willing to work for you. —— "

The two were no more than ten meters apart, but Brando shook his head: "I'm still the problem, do you want revenge?"

The young man froze.

He hesitated and nodded.

"Then live well," Brando looked at him, and replied, "I promise you, but not now."

"grown ups?"

Brando stopped talking, and he turned and walked out of the alley just to see the others behind him. However, in the face of the young man's somber face and the endless anger that was suppressed on him, the tiger tits, Sandford, and others who didn't know the truth of the matter only looked at each other.

Young people pass by them.

"Brando." Only the merchant missed him.

Roman held his small bag in both hands and stood behind him; she looked at the latter's face with dark brown eyes questioningly, and raised her eyebrows gently: "Are you angry?"

Brando froze a little, he didn't want to say anything, but seeing the face of Miss Merchant couldn't be more angry. He only sighed and patted the girl's cheek lightly.

"Thank you," he said.

"Well," Roman frowned slightly, and pushed his hand away frowning-curiously asking, "but I haven't said anything yet-"

"Didn't Antietina call you?"

"how do you know?"

Brando sighed again and shook his head. He turned his head to the other side, and sure enough, he saw the aristocratic girl catching up quickly with her skirt.

"Are you mad at me," Antitina looked up at him, and whispered, "Master Lord?"

"You did nothing wrong, Antitina," Brando answered in a deep voice.

"But lord you are still angry."

"Yes."

"why?"

"Antinina, it's as if you know that things in this world are not as simple as black and white-"

"You're right, let Count Deneer be the supreme governor on the southern border of Eruin. He has a huge power and can be said to be a prince. His private army can make all those who resist him shiver, even those who are really The big men dare to curse their opponents secretly. Not to mention the little ants in our field. "

Brando shook his head and looked at the young girl and said, "Even so to speak, that big man sneezing can make our road forward crises and thorns. If we are not careful, we will die. . "

"but?"

Antitina asked seriously.

"But—" Brando nodded. "These are not the reasons for my humiliation. If I accept the gift of Grudin with a false smile, even if it is a city, I would prefer iron and blood, fire and sword. path of."

"do you understand?"

Brando pressed his own sword, and flicked his fingers slightly: "You asked me why, Antitina. The answer is actually very simple-not why, because I'm Brando."

He glanced back at Roman Jr .: "It's Brando from Butch."

The merchant lady immediately blinked at him playfully, and the two seemed to have the same mind.

Antitina was a little speechless, and she took a moment to respond: "But we may be able to choose a more sensible approach. I can understand your thoughts, lord, but there is a word between the nobles-is the dead Right to object! "

"Now we have to face not only Baron Gruddin, but also the Jean-Dernells, and Madara, sir, you—" She bit her lip, though she felt the words of Brando in her chest. Something was ignited, the flames were burning, but the dark eyes were still full of worry.

"That's my business, Antitina," Brando replied lightly. "Either Gruddin, or Earl Denel, or even Madara's undead army."

He looked again at the towering castle of Baron Grudin.

"Since I'm going to face it sooner or later, I'm always waiting--"

He left the sentence and turned away.

And the red-haired girl with a long pony tail, who was far behind the team, slightly moved her eyes when she saw this scene-she looked at Brando's back and tightened the spear in her hand.

And the noble Qian Jin looked at the young man's back with anxiety, his eyes flashed past a strange admiration. But because of this, she became more worried about what this outstanding young man was impulsively doing. After all, it is an obvious fact that their strength is far from enough to compete with each other, and sometimes they can not solve everything with confidence.

"Bangdang", a white porcelain ornament from the Anson era was shattered.

Shortly after Brando and his party left, Baron Gruding slammed angrily in his study. There are only three people left in the room at the moment-Kabais and Rothko have retreated. Naturally, as undead, they cannot stay in the castle for a long time. It is not a trivial alliance with Madara, of course, the consequences of leaking out may It was painless for Count Denel.

But collusion with the undead, this reputation spread, but not necessarily good.

At this moment, only two of his male pets remained beside Grudin, and it was for this reason that he could vent his anger without any fear. "Viscount Gunsting, Viscount Gunsting, these Yankees are too bullying!" Lord Baron was almost in a hysterical state, and he had never suffered such humiliation since childhood.

If the opponent's strength is really too strong, he must leave those guys' heads at this moment. Even if he fought against another family, he did not hesitate. Although it may be difficult for his father, Count Denel, to be explained, Grudin, in his fury, couldn't care less at this moment.

Seeing him breathing twice, one of the male pets dared to come up and whispered, "Master, the other party has already left the castle, or else just let them-"