After a night of silence, Brando and Freya sat silently for the whole night, the former was preoccupied, and the latter was willing to speak, but he didn't know where to start. In Freya's heart, she couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had for the man in front of her, maybe she had some admiration, but it was probably not a girl's affection - she wasn't sure about this anyway, but since she knew the relationship between Brando and Roman that had been determined, she was naturally embarrassed to insert it again with her thin skin. However, when she perceives the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Antitina with the sensitivity of a woman, she inevitably feels a little irritated in her heart.

All night, she sat on the wooden bench and silently turned the thin booklet in her hand page by page, the book was not very thick, she soon turned to the last page absentmindedly, subconsciously raised her head, and saw that Brando was also looking at herself with bright eyes, she was slightly stunned, and quickly buried her head again, gritting her teeth and thinking: "This hateful playboy." Then he hurriedly reopened the booklet, full of cranky thoughts: "How can he, how can he stare at himself like that, what a rude!" ”

Poor Brando, in fact, was thinking about Viscount Tayster's words and his mother's letter, his eyes were not so much looking at Freya, but subconsciously wandering away from the wall behind her, not knowing that his image was already basically equivalent to the aristocratic scum in the future Valkyrie's heart.

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

As the first rays of morning light rose over the roof of the tall building opposite the tattered wooden building, through the windows on this side, and fell on the desk, but before the middle line was crossed, there was a sudden knock on the door. Brando was the first to come to his senses, and he straightened up. Only then did she find that the future Valkyrie of the kingdom opposite her had her hands on her knees, the book was on the back of her hand, she hung her head, her long ponytail pecked with her head, and she had already fallen asleep, but only her upper body was still straight. Worthy of the title of knight of the kingdom.

Brando couldn't help but be a little amused, reached out and patted the other party's forehead, Freya's alertness was extremely high, she immediately opened her eyes, and her hands moved subconsciously to draw the sword, but the book in her hand before that fell to the ground with a click, she woke up suddenly, and her face turned red when she looked at this scene.

"Brando. I-"

"Actually, I slept for a while." Brando smiled, although it didn't matter much with him and Freya's body not sleeping for a day or two, but people's habits were difficult to change for a while, not to mention the continuous week of driving and horses and the previous fierce battles, in fact, everyone's spirit collapsed very tightly.

"Someone's knocking on the door?"

Brando listened for a moment, and heard the rhythm of the knock on the door, before nodding and replying, "It's the little guy I hired." Then he came to the door and opened it. Sure enough, I saw the teenager standing outside the door a little nervously last night, but Brando noticed that the other party was still holding a basket. The basket contained some things like pastry and cheese, and his eyes had just fallen on them, and the latter explained, as if he was afraid that he would misunderstand, and replied, "My lord, I just wonder if you need breakfast?" ”

Unexpectedly, this guy is quite business-minded, Brando smiled dumbly, but said with a straight face: "Put it down." You came so early, I guess I have already inquired about what I told you to inquire about yesterday. ”

The young man hurriedly put the basket down, although he still seemed a little restrained, but he instinctively showed a tone that was almost in a similar tone: "Isn't it, what you told me to do, my lord." How dare I be lazy, I have inquired about everything you asked me to inquire about. ”

"The miller named Scott, have you inquired?" Brando asked. Scott is actually his father's name in this life, but outsiders generally call him Scott Sr.

"I've been inquiring all night, my lord, I haven't had time to sleep yet, so I'm coming to you." The boy replied quickly, as if he had an innate talent in this area, and described it vividly: "There is indeed such a man, and his manor house is just south of Pragues, on the banks of the Buchi River. But I've heard that he's running a mill here, but that's been the last few decades. When His Majesty the last king was in power, their family was still an outsider, but it seemed that they had some kinship with the nobles of Karasu. ”

It was just a night of inquiry, which was a good result, but Brando knew that it was because his father was a miller, and he was a well-known figure in the area, and if he was a nameless person, he was afraid that it would not be so easy to find out the exact news. "What else?" He asked again.

"And ...... Hmm......" The young man frowned and thought for a moment, he scratched his hair as if he remembered something trivial: "And ...... By the way, I heard that one of his sons went missing in the war, which was bad enough. ”

This is talking about himself, Brando understands in his heart, 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 Tonigel, and his own name is not widely spread, and even if there is a word that falls into the ears of the locals, I am afraid that it will not make people think that the Earl of the dignified kingdom and the descendants of the sword saint Daurus will have anything to do with a miller, with the cultural level of people in this era, the repetition of names is too common, not to mention civilians, Even the aristocracy sometimes had to face such embarrassment, otherwise how did the names Anson X, Obergu VII come from?

He nodded pretendedly: "What about the rest, I asked you to ask if the family has any guests in the recent past, have you inquired?" ”

The young man hurriedly nodded: "It seems that there is." ”

"It seems that there is, so is it yes or no?" 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, he didn't expect this guy to give him an ambiguous answer as soon as he opened his mouth, and it was almost the same as saying it and not saying it.

The boy was taken aback and hurriedly looked at his face. Seeing that this 'very status' employer didn't look like he was going to be angry, he hurriedly licked his lips and added: "I think there should be." I specifically asked people who had dealt with their family these days, and they all said no, neither visitors nor strangers lingering in the neighborhood. But adults. This time I kept an eye on it, because I don't think some of the guests might be happy to let people know that they were there," said the boy, carefully observing Brando's expression, and when he noticed a slightly surprised and appreciative look on the latter's face and nodded, he relented and continued, "So I changed my question. ”

"Did you ask a different question?" Brando interrupted him and asked.

The boy nodded.

"How do you ask?"

"I asked the men if there had been any caravans, mercenary groups, or any other stranger passing by near Old Scott's mill lately, you know, in our place. There are always very few outsiders, and any out-of-towners who pass by, whether adventurers, mercenaries, or foreign merchants, we natives can tell them at a glance. Guess what happened to me this time, and those people told me that a week ago, a group of knights passed by. But I know that the road to Old Scott's Mill is a dead end, and ordinary people don't pass through it. ”

Brando knew that the road was not a dead end. The road leads through the sawmill to the south to Reedenburg. When he was a teenager, he used to practice swordsmanship there with his grandfather, but after the invasion of the undead, that path was completely abandoned, and it is understandable to say that it is a dead end.

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

"Wearing a blue robe. But they can't describe the coat of arms on the robes. ”

"Teal robes." Brando muttered to himself, he actually already had the answer in his heart, looking at the whole of Eruin, the knights in the cyan robes were only the Highland Knights and no other semicolon, of course, it was not ruled out that they were counterfeited by other forces. However, this is unlikely, it still takes some courage to pretend to be them at the risk of offending the Highland Knights in Eruin, and he had to do it back then, and it is really not easy for a stunned young man like him in the entire Eruin Kingdom to find a second one. "Is it really a Highland Knight?" He shook his head, still trying to figure out what was going on with these guys bypassing themselves to find their parents? Do you want to regain the relationship left by your grandfather, close to yourself? It seems that there is no need for those free knights.

He put away his thoughts and glanced at the young man in front of him again: "Your name is Dean?" ”

"Yes, sir." The young man replied respectfully, as if sensing something, and added very shrewdly: "If the adults need my services, I can serve them at any time." ”

"Really? Then I ask you, would you like to leave Pragus? Brando also admired the shrewdness of the young man named Dean when he inquired about the news, and the other party seemed to have an innate talent for observing words and feelings, such a person was born to be a nightingale, and he had just asked for Sue from Charles to build an intelligence network in Cruz and Madara, and he just needed such a talent.

When Dean heard such a question, a bright light flashed in his eyes, of course he heard what Brando meant, but he hesitated, but still shook his head: "I'm afraid not, my lord." ”

Seeing the other party's refusal, Brando became a little curious, because he could clearly see that Dean was moved, and he couldn't help asking, "Why, are you afraid to go out and have a good time?" ”

Dean hurriedly shook his head and explained, "That's not it, my lord, but I still have my mother to take care of, and my mother is not in good health, so I can't stay too far away." ”

Brando suddenly glanced at the food in the basket on the ground, and couldn't help but reply with some amusement, "These things can't be your mother's handiwork, right?" ”

Dean's face turned red, obviously not expecting that this adult had already seen through his tricks, and defended with some embarrassment: "My mother's craftsmanship is no worse than those in the inns. ”

Brando glanced at the young man, and felt a little more good in his heart, thinking that although he was idle in the streets like everyone else, he was not a real gangster after all, and he made up his mind in his heart, and said to the other party: "You go back first, and I will send someone to find you when the time comes; You can rest assured if I'm going to let you out of Pragus. will let you bring your mother, you are like this, I'm afraid your mother may not be at ease. ”

Dean was slightly stunned, and looked at him with some surprise: "My lord, is what you said true?" He had already vaguely guessed in his heart that Brando might fancy him and wanted to take him as an entourage, and he would certainly be happy to be able to follow such a generous master. But he had never heard of the master being willing to let his retinue drag his family with him.

"Do you think I look like someone who has time to entertain you?" Brando replied angrily.

"Your Excellency, you are the most merciful person I have ever met." Dean replied sincerely.

Brando spent another silver coin to send his new henchman away, then lifted the basket from the ground and closed the door. He turned around, only to find that Antitina had woken up at some point, and was lying on the bed looking at him with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, lord, I'm so useless." She whispered when she saw Brando turn around. But Brando didn't have the heart to bother with her. Considering himself a man to be a matter of course for a woman to rest when there was only one bed, he shook his head and asked, "Did you hear that?" ”

Antitina nodded.

"What do you think?"

"He shouldn't be lying, but in that case, the people your mother said in your mother's letter should be the Highland Knights." She whispered.

"But I wonder why they came to me in such a circle."

"My lord, they may be trying to bypass the other nobles." Antitina replied.

In Brando's heart. It was the only possibility he could think of, but he was a little curious. The Highland Knight bypassed what the other nobles were looking for him. In fact, since the battle of Ampesel, he has been very curious about these knights, even if he is the grandson of Daurus, but the other party seems to be too enthusiastic about him. Although Daurus had served as a marshal of the coalition forces and held a high position in Eruin, he was never the Grand Master of the Highland Knights. The other party didn't seem to have much affiliation with his grandfather, let alone him, if it was just for the descendants of a sword saint, he would show 120,000 enthusiasm, even at the cost of getting involved in a war. This is a bit outrageous.

And from today's Yiqiē point of view, it seems that there are indeed some secrets between the other party and his grandfather's family.

"That Charles guy is also tight-lipped as well." Brando complained with some annoyance, in fact, he had probed Charles before the trip, but the guy was blindly pretending to be crazy and stupid, as if he had forgotten everything he had done in his life, but Brando knew that this was impossible, and Medisa was a realistic example, so he sent the guy back to the territory in a fit of rage, and didn't bother to bring him to Pragues.

However, he was relieved to be sure that the guest mentioned in his parents' letter was indeed a Highland Knight, and not coerced. He sighed and said to Freya and Antitina, "All in all, you'll see what they're up to later." ”

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

"Naturally, what else could it be?" Brando replied angrily, "Besides, I haven't been home for a long time, so it's time to go back and have a look." ”

"Shall we go too, my lord?" Antitina asked.

Brando nodded: "Naturally, one of you is my staff and the other is my assistant, so naturally you want to help me share my worries, right?" ”

Brando was right, but Miss Staff seemed to think of something else, and she hung her head under the covers, blushing, and said no more.

The three of them packed up their things and left the room shortly before heading out of the city to what Brando remembered as his family's mill, south of Pragues, on the 'cul-de-sac' leading to the sawmills of Fort Riden and Stag Forest, exactly as Dean described. Brando thought that he would have to take a lot of memories to find the path in his memory, after all, according to Brando's memory, he had basically been away from home for two years, and from Sophie's soul, he had never been to this place.

But soon, the pine glades on the banks of the Bouch became familiar to Brando, and two years had apparently not changed the area dramatically, and he made his way along the river bank at a slower and slower pace. He looked around, and every black pine, and even every rocky stretch of the riverbank, overlapped with his memory, and it was a strange feeling, as if he had been here more than once in some long dream.

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

That's guilt.

After almost two years away from home, and had not heard from him for the previous year, he suddenly realized how worried his parents, especially his mother, from a noble family of Cadilego, who had been a little woman in his memory, gentle and quiet, devoted almost all her energy to her son, except for the housework.

It seems that I have never been a trouble-free guy in my memory, or I would not have gone to a remote place like Buchi alone.

Grandfather's sustenance, his parents' expectations, this moment seemed to have completely returned to his memory in an instant, and even before going here, he was still faintly resistant and strange in his heart, but this feeling disappeared in an instant at this moment, and his heart was completely replaced by another more profound feeling.

That feeling was so sudden.

As if something had awakened from the blood, he opened his mouth, and there was a kind of anticipation and cowardice in his heart like a wanderer returning home, he looked at the qiē in front of him, took a light breath, and finally stopped.

"Brando?"

A somewhat surprised voice suddenly came from not far away. Brando shuddered slightly, and he looked in that direction, and in that direction, a middle-aged man who was leading a donkey to meet him suddenly stopped and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Brando looked at the familiar face of the other party and blurted out, "Uncle Daun!" ”

"Brando, you're really Brando, you're still alive, you're back?"

"yes, I'm back."

Brando only felt that something seemed to be in his eyes at the moment.

…… (To be continued......)