Other was tall, with a grey beard and neatly trimmed gray hair, and he was over fifty years old, but Vanessa privately thought that he was just forty years old, with broad shoulders, a wide chin, a dense and short gray beard, and a nose as wide as a chin and ice-blue eyes, making the mercenary commander look like a beast descending from the mountain.

Among the many mercenary regiments on Haken Island, the city-state of ale, and the city of Scambra, Osser was one of the few to bear the name of its leader, and Osser either wanted to be remembered by more people, or he was an arrogant fool who thought that his prestige would shock anyone who dared to attack him. However, to Vanessa, Other was at best an imaginary warrior, who might have a thousand quest copies in his head, but not a spare business card.

But that's okay, I'll give it a proper name when I take over his mercenary group.

"Listen, I want that boy alive." Brandt leaned closer to Osser's face and threatened.

"His life is not on my radar," Other looked at the prince indifferently, "I am working for Prince Terrence at the moment, and it is normal for me to have accidental casualties on the way to carry out my orders. ”

"You know that my identity is more than just the Queen's family, and now I command you not to hurt Andy Freeman, as the Queen's spokesman!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do what Your Excellency asks." Osser was still tough, his back was straight, his chin was raised, and he did not buy the prince's account, so as not to offend Brandt too much, he explained: "I have a lot of work at hand, and it is impossible to take care of everything, I can only promise to send you into the palace safely, and as for the rest, please do not interfere too much, after all, I still have a vote of men to appease." As he spoke, he glanced at Vanessa, this woman was spreading rumors about treasures in her mercenary group, and those damned money-greedy crows were all alive, clamoring to hand over the treasure map in Brandt's hand by themselves, and it took a whole night to get them over yesterday, and these two people still dared to ask for this and that in front of themselves, do you really think that I am the one who opened the charity.

Brant was about to have a seizure, but Vanessa reached out to stop her, and she gestured with her eyes: Let me come. "Lord Commander, I don't think you have figured out that this 'Your Excellency' in your mouth should actually be called 'Your Highness', Your Royal Highness Prince Brandhegan, your own nephew of Queen Deanna. You only know that the Flame Kingdom has Prince Terrence, don't you know that Queen Deanna's branch also has the right to inherit? Prince Brant hears that King Matthew is seriously ill and has traveled thousands of miles from the Land of Wine Valley to serve the sick, and you won't be at a loss for the reason. ”

Sure enough, Osser's eyes were obviously stunned for a moment, but then he pretended not to care, "I'm just a mercenary, I don't know how to do politics, whoever gives me more money will work for whomever I want, it's as simple as that." ”

"But you can always tell the line," Vanessa pressed as she went, "which is better to be by the side of the future king or to go to hell with the loser." ”

"It's not good." Other snorted, "I know that you guys are most afraid of seeing old friends after success, not to mention how can I be sure that the 'prince' in your mouth is a fake." ”

"Have you seen Queen Deanna herself?" Vanessa said as she stood on tiptoe and plucked a few silver hairs from Brant's head, causing the prince to grin in pain, "In all of Europs, only the Hagen family has such dazzling silver hair. ”

"I've heard that you can dye any color you want with the cheapest chrome, alum, red tarthard, soja and grained wood." Other fingers intersected, and he looked at the princess for a long time.

"Do you dye linen?" Vanessa pointed to the mercenary's shirt under the tattered leather armor, "Any color can only be covered from light to dark, and I haven't heard of it being dyed from black to silver." ”

This seems very convincing, Brant's silver hair shines like Mithril, flowing from root to end with a unique and dazzling light, as if it is alive, and there is no possibility of bleaching and dyeing in any way.

"Even so, I don't need to mess with you," Other waved away the two of them like flies, "and the question of your identity will come to light when you get to the palace, and now I'll have to take care of the road." ”

"I have a plan to keep you from sinning against either side," Vanessa seized the last chance, "but only if you don't hurt the boy." ”

"You've only got five minutes," Other frowned at the sky, "it's five minutes from here to my camp." ”

(l~1`x*>+``+