Vol 5 Chapter 39

After a night without words, Brando and Freya sat silently facing each other for a whole night. The former was full of thoughts, while the latter was intentionally speaking, but did not know where to start. In Freya's heart, she can't say what kind of feelings she has about this man in front of her. Maybe she has some admiration, but she probably doesn't have the feeling of being a girl. She is not sure about this anyway, but she Now that she knew the established relationship between Brando and Roman, she was naturally embarrassed by her thin cheeks. However, when she was aware of the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Antitina with a woman's peculiar keenness, she was inevitably a little angry.

All night, she sat silently flipping the thin booklet from page to page on a wooden bench. The book was not too thick. She quickly turned absently to the last page and lifted it subconsciously. When she started, she saw that Brando was also looking at herself with bright eyes. She took a moment's glance, hurriedly buried her head again, and gritted her teeth and thought: "this wicked dude." Kai, thinking wildly: "How can he, he stare at himself that way, it's rude!"

Poor Brando, in fact, was thinking about the words of Viscount Tester and the letter of his mother, and his eyes were not so much subconsciously floating behind her as he was looking at Freya. That wall, completely unaware that his image has already existed in the heart of the future Valkyrie basically as a noble scum.

The silence between the two continued with the long night, but it could not delay the arrival of the next morning.

When the first rays of morning light rose over the roof of the tall building opposite the shabby wooden building, and passed through the window, fell to the desk, but did not cross the middle line, a tuk-tuk suddenly sounded outside the door. Benedict's knock. Brando came back for the first time, and he straightened up. Only to find that the future Valkyrie in the kingdom opposite to her was holding her hands on her knees. The book was placed on the back of her hands. She dropped her head, and her long pony tail was pecked and pecked with her head. Only the upper body stood upright. Deserve the title of Knight of the Kingdom.

Brando couldn't help but was a bit funny, reached out and patted the other person's forehead. Freya was very alert. She opened her eyes immediately, and unconsciously went to draw a sword with her hands, but she put it before that. The book on her hand fell to the ground with a click, and she woke up suddenly, looking at the scene, her face turned red.

"Brando. I--"

"Actually, I also slept for a little while." Brando smiled. Although he and Freya's physical fitness didn't sleep for a day or two, it didn't really matter much. It is difficult to change, not to mention the car and horse Lawton for a week and the fierce battles before, in fact everyone's spirit is very tight.

"Someone knocked at the door?"

Brando listened, and heard the tempo of the knock on the door in a four-fold light, then nodded and replied, "It's the little guy I hired." Then he came to the door and opened it. Sure enough, he saw the teenager standing outside the door a little nervous last night, but Brando noticed that the other was still holding a basket. The basket was filled with things such as pasta and cheese, and his eyes had just fallen on them, and the latter explained as if he was afraid of misunderstanding: "Sir, I just want you to have breakfast?"

Unexpectedly, this guy was kind of business-minded, and Brando laughed dumbfoundedly, but said with a stern expression on his face: "Let's go down. You must have come so early, presumably I asked you to inquire about yesterday."

The boy hurriedly put down the basket, although it still seemed a bit restrictive, but it instinctively exuded a set of tone: "But isn't it, Lord, what you ordered me to do. How dare I neglect, what you asked me to ask I'll inquire. "

"That miller named Scott, can you inquire?" Brando asked. Scott is actually the name of his father in this life, but outsiders generally call him Old Scott.

"I'll inquire about it overnight, sir, it's not too late to sleep, you see, here's the rush to you." The boy replied quickly, as if he had a natural talent in this regard, vividly Describes: "It is true that there is such a person. His manor is just south of Prague, right next to the Butch River. But I heard that he opened a mill here, but it is only for decades. When His Majesty the King of the last generation was in power, their family was still a migrant family, but it seemed that they had a close relationship with the nobles of Karasu. "

The news that I only inquired overnight was a good result, but Brando knew that it was because his father was a miller. Anyway, it was a little famous person in the vicinity. If he was replaced by an unknown citizen, People, I'm afraid it's not so easy to find out the exact news. "What else?" He asked again.

"And ... oh ..." The boy frowned, thinking for a moment, he scratched his hair as if to think of something trivial: "And ... yes, I heard that he had a son missing in the war It ’s bad luck. "

This is what I said. Brando knew in his heart that it seems that there are not many people who know what he experienced later. After all, most outsiders have heard about the deeds of Count Toniger. His own name is not widely spread, but Even if there is a word that falls into the ears of the locals, I am afraid that it will not make people think of the relationship between the earl of the great kingdom and the descendants of Sword Saint Darus and a miller. In terms of cultural level, duplication of names is too common. Not to mention civilians, even nobles sometimes face such embarrassment. Otherwise, how did the names of Anson X and Obergu VII come from?

He nodded deliberately: "Others, let me ask if there are any guests in this family recently. Did you find out?"

The teenager nodded quickly: "It seems to be."

"It seems to be there, is it really there or not?" Brando was very dissatisfied with this answer. His previous questions were just to determine whether this guy was talking nonsense. In fact, this question was the real focus. I didn't expect it. The guy gave him an ambiguous answer as soon as he spoke, and it was almost as if he hadn't said it.

The teenager was startled and hurriedly looked at his face. I found that this 'very well-placed' employer didn't seem to be furious, and licked his lips quickly, adding, "I think it should be. I went to these days to deal with their family. People, they all said no, neither visitors nor strangers staying nearby. But adults. This time I made a reservation because I think some guests may not be happy to let them know that they exist, "said the teenager. While carefully watching Brando's expression, he noticed a slightly surprised but mixed expression of admiration on the latter's face and nodded, and then continued to say, "So I changed Questioning. "

"You changed the question?" Brando interrupted him.

The boy nodded.

"How did you ask?"

"I ask those people if there have been any caravans, mercenaries or other strangers passing by near Old Mill in Scott, you know, in our place. There are always few outsiders, any one Foreigners passing by-whether they are adventurers, mercenaries, or foreign businessmen, we locals can tell them at a glance. Master, please guess what I asked this time, and those people told me that in a week Before, there was a team of Knight Cavalier passing by. But I know that the road to the old Scott's Mill is a dead end. Most people do n’t pass by there. "

Brando knew that path was not actually a dead end. The road passed through the sawmill to the south to Lidenburg. He used to practice swordplay with his grandfather there as a boy, but after the invasion of the undead, the road was completely abandoned, and it was understandable.

"A team of knights, what kind of knights?" He continued.

"Wear a blue jersey. But the coat of arms on the jersey they can't describe."

"Cyan tabard." Brando muttered to himself, in fact he already had the answer. Looking at the entire Eruin, the knights wearing cyan tabards had only the highland knights and had no semicolons. Of course, it was not ruled out. Other forces are fake. However, this is unlikely. It takes some courage to pose as a threat to offend the Highland Knights in Eru. He also had to do it in the past, and the whole Eruin kingdom is like a gimmick like him. Not easy to find the second one to come. "Is it really a Highland knight?" He shook his head and never figured out what it was like for these guys to bypass themselves and find their parents? Would you like to regain the relationship left by your grandfather and be close to yourself? It seems that this is not necessary for those free knights.

He put away his mind, and looked at the young man in front of him again, "What's your name?"

"Yes, sir." The boy revered respectfully, as if he noticed something, and added very cleverly: "If the sir needs me to serve, I can serve the sire at any time."

"Really? Then I ask you, would you like to leave Braggs?" Brando also admired the agility of this young man named Dean when inquiring about the news, and the other party seemed to have an inherent sense of observation Talent, such a person was born as a nightingale. He had just come from Sue to prepare for the establishment of an intelligence network in Cruz and Madala. He just needed such talent.

Dean heard a question like this, and a light flashed in his eyes. Of course, he heard Brando's meaning, but he hesitated and shook his head: "I'm afraid not, sir."

Seeing the other side's refusal, Brando was a little curious, because he clearly saw that Di An was emotional, and he couldn't help asking: "Why, are you afraid to go out and do something?"

Di An quickly shook her head and explained, "That's not it, sir, but I still have a mother to take care of, my mother is in poor health, and I can't leave too far."

Brando suddenly glanced at the food in the basket on the ground, and couldn't help but replied a little funny: "Will these things come from your mother's handwriting?"

Di An's face flushed, apparently did not expect that the adult had seen through his tricks for a long time, and somewhat embarrassedly argued, "My mother is not worse than those hotels."

Brando took a look at the boy, and he felt a little better. He thought that although he was busy on the street like everyone else, he was not a real lunatic. After all, he made up his mind and said to the other party, "You Go back first, and I'll send someone to look for you when the time comes; you can rest assured, if I want you to leave Braggs. I will let you take your mother, you look like this now, I'm afraid your mother may not be assured. "

Di An looked at him for a moment, and looked at him with a little surprise: "Sir, are you really saying that?" He had already vaguely guessed that Brando might fancy that he would accept him as a follower, and he could follow such generosity. Of course his host is happy to do things. However, he has never heard of the owner willing to let his followers and his classmates drag the house.

"Do you look like I have time to entertain you?" Brando replied indignantly.

"Sir, you are the kindest person I have ever met." Di An replied sincerely.

Brando spent another silver coin to send away his newly received attendant, then lifted the basket from the ground and closed the door. He turned around, only to find that Antitina didn't know when she was awake, and was looking at him awkwardly while lying in bed: "Sorry, Lord, I'm so useless." She saw Brando return I walked over and whispered. But Brando didn't bother to care about this with her. In his opinion, he was a man. It was only natural for a woman to rest with only one bed. He shook his head and asked, "Did you hear?"

Antitina nodded.

"What do you think?"

"He shouldn't have lied, but in that case, those in your mother's letter should be highland knights," she whispered.

"But I'm wondering why they came to me in such a circle."

"Lord Lord, they may want to get around other nobles," Antitina replied.

In Brando's mind. All that was conceivable was that, but he was curious. The Highland Rider bypassed the other nobles exactly what he wanted to do with him. In fact, from the beginning of the war with Ampelsel, he was very curious about these knights. Even if he was the grandson of Daluth, the opponent seemed to be too enthusiastic about him. Although Darus had once served as the Marshal of the Allied Forces and held a high position in Eruin, he was never the chief of the Highland Cavaliers. The other party seems to have no affiliation with his grandfather, and it has nothing to do with him. If it is only for the descendants of a swordsman, it will show 120,000 enthusiasm, even at the expense of being involved in a war in. This is too outrageous.

From today's perspective, there seems to be some secret between the other party and his grandfather's family.

"Char's guy is also very tight-lipped." Brando complained with annoyance. In fact, he had tried to tell Charles before this trip, but the guy just pretended to be stupid, as if he had everything in his life. I forgot it, but Brando knew it was impossible, and Metisha was a realistic example. In the anger, he sent the guy back to the territory, and he was too lazy to take him to Prague.

But since he was sure that the guest mentioned in his parents' letter was indeed a Highland knight, and not coerced by others, at least he was relieved. He sighed and said to Freya and Antitina, "In short, I'll see what they're doing later."

"Brando, are you going to meet them?" Freya asked curiously.

"Naturally, what else?" Brando replied angrily: "Also I haven't been home for a long time, so I should go back and see."

"Are we going, Lord Lord?" Asked Antitina.

Brando nodded: "Naturally, one of you is my aide and the other is my assistant. Would you help me out?"

Brando took it for granted, but Miss Chancellor seemed to think of something else. She bowed her head under the quilt, flushed, and stopped speaking.

The three packed up and left the room and walked out of town shortly afterwards. To the memory of Brando's home, the mill was south of Prague, on the 'dead road' leading to Rittenberg and the Stag Forest Sawmill. This is exactly the same as Dean described. Brando originally thought that he would have to take a bit of memory to find out the way in his memory. After all, according to Brando's memory, he has been away from home for two years, and from the soul of Sophie In other words, this place is from the future.

But soon, the pine forest on the banks of the Butch River became familiar to Brando. For two years, it obviously did not make earth-shaking changes in this area. He moved along the river beach, the speed became slower and slower. He looked around, every black pine, and even every piece of rock on the river beach, coincided with his memory one by one. The feeling was very wonderful, as if he had come more than once in a long dream. The same here.

He silently looked at the picture-like landscape without saying a word, but his heart rose with a feeling he had never imagined.

That is guilt.

He has been away from home for almost two years, and there was no news in the previous year. He suddenly realized how worried his parents, especially the mother of the aristocratic family from Calderigo, would be. His mother was in his memory. Although Zhong is quite knowledgeable, she is still only a little woman, gentle and quiet, and she devotes almost all her energy to her son except for housework.

It seems that he has never been a troublesome guy in memory, or else he would not run to such a remote place as Butch alone.

The grandfather's sustenance and his parents' expectations seemed to return to his memory completely for a moment. Even before going to this place, he had some resistance and strangeness in his heart, but this feeling disappeared instantly, and his heart was completely changed by another. A deeper feeling replaced.

That feeling is so sudden--

As if something was awakened from the blood, he opened his mouth, and a kind of expectation and timidity of a wanderer returned to his heart. He looked at all of this, took a breath, and finally stopped. Footsteps.

"Brando?"

A somewhat surprised voice suddenly came from not far away. Brando froze slightly. He looked in that direction. In that direction, a middle-aged man who was walking towards him with a donkey stopped suddenly and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Brando looked at his familiar face and blurted out, "Uncle Dawn!"

"Brando, you are really Brando, you are still alive, are you back?"

"Yeah, I'm back."

Brando just felt something in his eyes now.

…… (To be continued, please search for floating astronomy, novels are better and faster!