The country of Wine Valley has always pursued the idea of "using heavy rituals in troubled times and governing the country in prosperous times", so although the dungeon is large, there are not many residents. Still, when Brant walked down the stairs, he shivered from the cold underground. The country of wine valley is located in the middle of two adjacent continents, the trend of the whole country is high on both sides and low in the middle, in the shape of a basin, there is a country of midsummer in the east to block the wind and sand for her, and there is a country of mountains and tombs in the west to block the scorching sun for her, so the land is rich, the products are abundant, and the climate is also the most pleasant.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door, and there was a loud snoring sound from inside. It seems that Gary "Hemp Pole" has not only adapted to the cold, but also to the ease here. Brandt gently pulled out the dagger on his waist, trying not to make a sound under his feet, and when he walked behind Gary, he swung the dagger violently and stabbed him in the back of the heart, but at the moment when the blade touched Gary's clothes, the fat man on the table suddenly tilted to the side, his body slid to the ground, and he also brought down the log table, and the handle of a giant axe on it was firmly grasped by Gary in his hand at the moment he landed, he held the axe with both hands, and swung it violently towards Brant's legs, Brant seemed to know his tricks, and had jumped up, When he landed, he happened to step on the axe side of the giant axe, Gary turned silently, and swung an old punch with the power of rotation, his fist was the size of a small ale barrel, and once shattered the skull of a mad cow, Brant didn't want to be hit by it, he arched his body, narrowly avoided the fist, and then lifted the table and smashed it down on Gary's head, Gary picked up his big axe, and split the round table in a single blow, Brant held the dagger with his backhand, and stabbed Gary in various vital points with a dizzying speed, However, they were all blocked by the other party with an axe, and only the crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting was heard in the empty dungeon. After a few strokes, Gary gasped and shouted, "Stop! If you don't fight, you'll be sweating again. ”

Brandt smiled and reached out to pull him, "Is there any wine?" Have a drink. ”

"There were," Gary snorted as he waved Brant's hand away, pointing to the scattered wine glasses and candied grapes, "and you didn't have some with you?" You're a prince. ”

Brant shrugged: "I'm here to get down to business, and I'll see if you've regressed." ”

"Regression?" Gary glanced at his big belly and said angrily, "Of course, anyone who gets hit by me will have to step back." ”

Brant laughed and began to look at Gary, the jailer was tall, almost as tall as Brandt, but his big belly showed the difference between the two, reminiscent of a large vat of golden ale, a sword and a dagger dangling from his studded belt, a row of overlapping iron rings sewn into his shirt, and an old dark green uniform with leather patches everywhere. Brant sighed: "With your skills, it's really useless to do this, you should go to the Burning Flame Country, to the Legendary Continent, to establish a heroic career, so that the little children of future generations can have songs to sing." ”

"What about you?" Gary stared at Brant with a smirk, "You're willing to be the second son of your life in the Temple of Wine?" ”

"My chance hasn't come yet." Brant frowned and pulled over a chair and sat down.

"I heard you're engaged?"

Brant nodded, picked up an ivory cup from the floor and brought it to his lips, trying to get a little of the remaining liquor, but tasted nothing, and finally threw it back on the ground in disappointment, "Betrothed to a missing princess." Everywhere I went, someone whispered behind my back, 'Look, the son-in-law of the Midsummer Kingdom is here'. ”

"Well, I seem to smell a conspiracy." Gary is fat, but not stupid.

"Tomorrow, a thousand lightly armored infantry will board a ship and cross the sea to help the Land of Midsummer find the missing princess." Brandt said sadly, "I heard that she was taken captive by the land of the Sand Riders. ”

"Ahh Gary cried out in pain as if he had been caught in the sand, "Then don't look for it." I don't mean to be disrespectful to your fiancée, it's just that those sand riders don't even let go of a mare, let alone a beautiful princess. ”

Brandt understood what Gary meant, and sighed: "It's a pity that I am the second son and am not qualified to lead the army, otherwise I would really go deep into the enemy territory and rescue the poor girl." ”

"Hmph, what if you rescue it? Will you marry her? ”

"Maybe." Brandt stood up and patted the dust off his body, "Now, take me to the cell, and I'm going to see a prisoner, the master of Lola who rode old Jason like a mare on a sand rider." ”

"You say Florian Lucas?" After receiving an affirmative reply, Gary smiled evilly, "Please, my prince, he is well taken care of." ”

The boy was a tall man, fifteen years of age in appearance, as slender as a bowstring. He wore a dull khaki prison uniform, which did not fit well, with a fat jacket and loose trousers, like strips of rags that were haphazardly applied to a scarecrow to drive away crows.

"Your foreplay is really long." The boy's first words revealed his true nature, and Brant frowned, it seemed that he was really not as good as his sister said.

"You tortured him?" Brant pointed to the boy's bony body.

"Nope." Gary hurriedly spread his hands and said that he had done nothing, but when he saw Brandt's eyes, he had to give up, lay on his ear and muttered a few words, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"He tied me to the cross and showed me the Spring Palace!" The boy shouted, "Wait until I get out, I'm going to smash your head with a mace!" ”

Gary laughed even louder, and didn't forget to fight back, "Wait until you can afford the mace." ”

Brandt ignored him and said to Florian, "Your sister is very worried about you, she promised to marry me, and I came to rescue you, do you promise her to marry me?" ”

The boy gave Brant a blank look and said, "As long as I can get out of this hellish place, even if she marries a dwarf covered in sores, I don't care!" ”

Brandt looked into the boy's eyes and asked again seriously, "You really don't care if your sister lives or dies?" She begged for help for you, and she didn't hesitate to sell her body. ”

"Well, that's what she should have done! Now, stop talking nonsense, get me out of here! I can't stay in this place for a moment! The boy stomped his feet in a rage.

Well, the choice is yours. Brant turned to Gary for the key, and Gary's eyes widened, "What? You're not really trying to steal him out, are you? Hey, I'm still alive! ”

Brandt whispered in Gary's ear for a while, and finally said, "That's what I'm here for." ”

Gary looked at the boy, made a nonchalant expression, and opened the cell door.

Florian didn't stop for a moment, he rushed straight out of the cell, he laboriously pushed open the heavy dungeon door, out of the shadows, basking in the sun, he waved his arms and ran, shouting and laughing all the way, and disappeared at the end of the road in the blink of an eye.

I'm the dividing line*******

Castina waited for Brant in the alley as promised, and the boy beside her, apparently very reluctantly, kept walking to and fro, as if this wait had wasted his precious free time. As night fell, a tall figure finally appeared at the other end of the alley, his feet were fast, and he came to them in a few steps, it was the second son Brandt.

"Thank you, Your Highness. You are truly our benefactor! Kastina pulled past her reluctant brother and curtsy to Brandt, and the boy only nodded slightly. Brandt was used to the contempt of others and didn't care.

"I went to see Florian in the dungeon, and the kid seems to be spoiled." Brant smiled at Castina, who bowed her head in embarrassment and didn't answer. So Brandt took a breath and tried to persuade them to leave: "It's all right now, you can go home—back to your town, to Lucas's fiefdom." ”

"No!" The two of them cried out in unison, and the girl rushed to say, "Your Highness, although my brother has made a mistake, he will change it, please don't drive us away!" He needs that job, and my family wants him to work in the court! ”

The boy glared at his sister and said, "I'm right! As soon as I join the future king's royal guard, I will become a knight and ride a wyvern to rain down thunderous wrath from the sky! You mortals will bow down at my feet and tremble, and in a hundred years the world will sing of my heroic deeds! ”

Brant rolled his eyes: "If rape is also a 'heroic deed', then you are really a big hero." ”

"Hmph, that civilian, it's her honor that I can do her, she should be grateful to me, and she dares to resist! It's so daring, I should have beaten her to death! Castina tugged at her brother's arm to prevent him from continuing, but the boy shook him violently.

Brandt looked at Florian condescendingly, "So, you must join my brother's imperial guard?" ”

"Do you need to say?" The boy exclaimed, "That's what I've come all this way to the Temple of Wine!" ”

"So, as you wish." A smile crossed Brant's lips as he pulled out a roll of vellum paper tied with a golden ribbon from the placket, "This is the power of attorney." ”

"Oh!" Kastina covered her mouth in admiration and tried to reach out to take it, but her brother snatched it up, ripped off the ribbon indiscriminately, and read the words on it by the moonlight. They looked at the paper over and over again, and finally, Florian looked up suspiciously, and said to Brandt in a questioning tone, "This can't be fake, can it?" You're setting up a trick to deceive us! ”

"Shut up! He is our prince! The boy was a little surprised when Castina reprimanded her brother in such a harsh tone for the first time, but judging by the royal seal on the letter of appointment, she was right. He was still unwilling, glanced at Brandt, and muttered in a low voice, "It's just a second son." Then he carefully folded the brown paper and put it into the close-fitting compartment, acting like a thief stealing something.

Brant turned his head in disgust, pulled a string of things out of his pocket and handed them to Kastina, "A token, a promise." When I took this ruby necklace away yesterday, I promised to secretly rescue Brother Ling, and I did it; Today, I give you back this necklace, and you have to promise me one thing. ”

"You saved us, and I'm willing to do anything for you." As she said this, Kastina's face burned slightly—anything, anything, was "anything," and he should have understood.

"I want you to leave the Temple of Bacchus overnight and return to your hometown, and never set foot in the Temple of Wine again."

"What? Why! Kastina exclaimed. Even Florian next to him thought it was incredible, this second son clearly said that he wanted to marry her.

"It's an agreement, there's no why." There was no emotion in Brandt's words. He knew it would break the girl's heart, but it would be better than hurting her life. While she is still tainted by Creon, returning home as soon as possible is the only way to save her reputation and happiness.

Seeing Brant's eyes, Castina said no more, just nodded sadly and turned away.

"Hey, you're weird." Florian called out to Brant, who was also about to leave, "The second son never helps for free, what did you get from her this time?" ”

"You." Brandt looked at the self-righteous brat, shrugged, and smiled,

Then he turned and walked towards the "Swamp and Bucks" tavern, laughing as he went, as if he had something to amuse.

You, O you will be called into the palace, fed and clothed, and then you will be stunned and pushed up to the altar, left hand to left hand, right hand to right hand, and my brother himself will bled you, and then your blood will mingle with each other, and then bind you together with spells, and from then on you will become his meat shield, his voodoo doll, and any damage that acts on him will be passed on to you, and you will have endless wounds to lick and blood stains that cannot be wiped away, and when my brother sleeps peacefully in the gentle country, you are spasmed in pain in the moonlight; While my brother was smiling and smiling on the school field, you were hiding in the corner counting the lost teeth. This qiē is your choice, no one will tempt you, and of course no one will give you the truth, this is your own path of atonement, how far you can go, you can only wish you good luck.

(Note: Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell, in this article, the country of the valley is located in the southern part of the European continent, in the territory of the former Greece, so it continues to use allusions from ancient Greek mythology.) ）

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