The 'Bronze Dragon Tale Club' is a bar that opens its doors on the street between the Ponoan Market and the Traveler's Bridge, and is open all night for mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes and merchants selling goods of unknown origin.

If you can tolerate the messy atmosphere and vulgar slang, this is a good place to have fun, with cheap ales, scantily clad waitresses, and enough food to fill your stomach, and you won't spend a few coppers on a whole night's drink—and you can even whistle to your heart's content without worrying about the guards taking you to the dungeon for the night.

But Freya couldn't help but shudder a little as she approached the place where the filth was hidden, the little country girl clutching her sword in both hands, and her mind full of hints that Brando had given her.

With a little face and her head bowed, she cautiously passed through the crowd, a little too frightened to even hang her ponytail. Freya couldn't help but think cranky, what if someone suddenly insulted her? Do you want to cut off his hand with a sword? Or a sword stabbing him?

She secretly glanced at the scantily clad maids, and her ears were hot, and she just thought how could this be! It's a shame!

Freya walked to the counter with her sword in both hands, and the chubby barkeeper looked her from head to toe with her cheeks: "This is not the place for you, little girl. ”

Freya's face turned red, and she realized that Brando was lying to herself. She couldn't help but grit her teeth and cluck her sword, but she was too embarrassed to lose her temper in front of strangers. But as soon as she thought of her previous appearance, Freya couldn't help but dare not raise her head: "That, I'm here to inquire about someone's ......"

Leto looked at the girl in front of him and lowered her head to the bar, and couldn't help but be a little funny: "The bar is a place to sell news, but we are not a free service, little girl!" ”

"I know, I'll pay, please sue me."

"Okay, who are you going to ask?"

"Hood, that textile merchant in the Bonoan market."

"That guy, you're a relative in the country?"

Freya hurriedly shook her head: "No, it's just that someone asked me to send him a letter." ”

Leto shook his head, but it was at this time that a group of guards outside hurried by. He keenly felt the little girl's body in front of him tense slightly, he had been a bar owner for ten years, and his skill in observing words and emotions was unmatched in the neighborhood, and he immediately sniffed out something unusual about this detail.

But dramatically, the guard passed by and fell back. Outside the door, he shouted, "Leto, by the way, have you seen any suspicious characters?" ”

Leto lowered his head and saw the girl pretending to be calm in front of him, but her fingers were so nervous that her fingers were white. He sighed and asked, "Are they looking for you?" ”

Freya was startled and subconsciously pressed the hilt of her sword.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a professional habit."

Freya was stunned for a moment, at this moment her mind was like lightning, and she said in a blessed heart: "I, I have money, can you help me hide it?" ”

"One hundred Tor, do you have any money?" Leto laughed. He has a mixture of dragons and snakes here, and it is common for him to hide a fugitive, and besides, he looks at this little girl very pleasantly.

A hundred tors is a silver coin, Freya nodded quickly.

When a few of the guards walked in from the outside, Leto hid Freya in a barrel behind the bar. None of the people in the bar were eye-to-eye with the military, and naturally they would not stand up and identify them. What's more, each line has its own rules, like this place where the three religions and nine streams are mixed, it also has its own rules.

This is known as the grey area. The guards of the city would come to the bars for news, and the same would be true of the unscrupulous merchants and thieves, who knew each other's savings, but they followed the rules and would not tear their faces to their faces.

That's the rules of the game.

But Leto thinks so, Freya, who is not deeply involved in the world, is different. As soon as she hid in the dark barrel, she regretted it, and couldn't help but say to herself in her heart: Freya, Freya, didn't you think that others would betray you? You really can't do anything, are you still the captain of the third squad of the Buchi militia?

She heard the barkeeper chatting with the guards outside, and her nervousness was indescribable. She was afraid that the other party would suddenly open the lid and pull her out, although she said that it was nothing, but she also knew what would happen if she was caught.

But after a while, she heard someone knocking outside. said: "They're gone, come out." ”

Freya then opened the barrel and saw that there was no one outside. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, only to see everyone in the bar looking at her with a smile on their faces, and some even raised their glasses to her.

"Well, the little girl dares to go against those guys in the army!"

"Here, a toast!"

Freya couldn't help but blush and said to the bar owner, "Thank you." ”

"Don't thank me, I'll take you a hundred and ten tors," the chubby boss laughed, and he beckoned a girl from the room inside to come to her with a long braided girl in a plain leather skirt and dark skin, and said, "This is my daughter, let her take you to Hood's house, by the way, little girl, I give you a piece of advice." Don't run around alone at such a late hour, what about your companions? ”

Freya couldn't help but think of Brando's fellow, she wanted to be angry for a while, but she couldn't raise her temper. She thought that Brando didn't have the heart to let her come out to hone alone, and think about her previous appearance, she was ashamed or ashamed.

She couldn't help but tighten her sword.

"My name is Sue." The girl looked at her and held out her hand: "I occasionally help my father look at this shop, but now I happen to be free, come with me." ”

"Thank you, my name is Freya."

*********

"Someone is fishing in troubled waters, my lord."

Charles replied as he stared at the flames of the tall buildings in the distance.

Brando frowned, not expecting that there was still a force in the city that was not from the two sides. The fire in the House of Nobles did not help him, but caused him a lot of trouble.

But the timing was really accurate, and he thought about it for a moment - the other party should at least be an insider, at least knowing that they had escaped from prison.

He thought back to the situation, perhaps one of the nobles of the night. But who? What is the purpose of the other party? Brando shook his head and threw these messy thoughts out of his mind, although it was a little unpleasant to be used, but he was not qualified to be unhappy as an inconsequential little person.

"I hope it doesn't cause too much trouble," he said, "but we don't have to be affected, since it would be better to have someone to help, we just have to go about our own business?" ”

"But you haven't answered yet, what are we going to do, my lord." Charles asked.

"Someone borrowed me a sword, of course I'm going to get it back." Brando's acquaintance with Obergu VII was not a generous person, but he didn't know how close the so-called Majesty was to him.

"Who?"

"An earl."

Charles snorted, "I've never seen anyone more lawless than you, my lord." Do you really think that the noose is not enough to stiffen your neck? ”

"If we escape from the dungeon and are about to be hanged, in that case, how can we care if there are one or two nooses around our necks?" Brando couldn't help but laugh, he was very nervous to be honest, but he found that he was still a funny person.

"That's true, but what are you going to do, my lord?"

"Attacking from the front, of course, the bigger the movement, the better."

Charles couldn't help but glance at Brando, although he talked and laughed freely, his bloodless face and pale hands still revealed the tension in his heart. But even so, the other party calmly and calmly arranged his own plan there.

"What happens if you die." Brando thought for a moment and asked.

"If a card dies on the battlefield, of course it will go to the graveyard, and I'll stay there until you have a way to get me out, my lord." Charles replied.

"I'm going to have to be careful."

Brando said, mentally estimating the time. After calculating how much time he had to use, he raised his right hand and let the gargoyle in mid-air grab it.

Charles also raised his hand.

The two looked at each other and nodded. The gargoyle sprang into the air, and under the cover of night, flew over a grove on a hill in Fort Riden.

The sound of the wind whirring around the ears of the two of them, Charles couldn't help but ask, "Lord Lord, are you sure that an Earl will live in such a forest temporarily?" And not the castle behind you? ”

He was referring to the castle on an island in the middle of the river at the confluence of the Yusong and Webster rivers.

"What are you talking about, it's too windy for me to hear?"

"I mean, my lord, are you flying in the wrong direction?"

"Me? Of course not, did I mention that I was going to trouble the Earl soon? ”

"So what are we going to do here?"

"Lvup, of course! If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, understand? ”

“Lvup？ Is this some kind of ancient language? ”

"Nonsense! Let me tell you that there are three indicators in a game that will last forever, and that is skill, equipment, and attributes. Brando shouted loudly in the wind: "When you look at these three indicators, there is always one of them that can help you, if you will grow into a ** teacher one day in the future, then you must thank me for telling you this secret." ”

"Games?"

"Life is like a game, and games are like life, you know?"

"I barely understand, my lord, you are really unfathomable—" Charles said inappropriately, feeling only that it would be so cold to fly in the air at night, and that his hands and feet were going to freeze.

Brando, however, stared at the forest, thinking to himself that he had fifteen minutes at most.

*********

Inside Yusong Castle -

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and looked at it carefully for a long time, then put down the leaf-shaped sword in his hand. His face remained unchanged, still with a cold expression in front of him, but the cold color in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"What do you think?" The figure behind him asked.

"This is supposed to be the sword, I don't know how the young man got his hands on it. But no matter what, he must disappear from this world. But the two women around him are good, and I like them. ”

"A little hobby doesn't hurt, but it's important not to delay the business."

"If I don't give them a hint, how can those short-sighted fools think of acting in my name. But they kill people, whether it is flattering or flattering, no one will suspect us. It just needs to make a qiē seem reasonable, and as for personal reputation, when do we care about that? ”

A sneer appeared on the thin lips of the middle-aged man: "You also said that a little hobby is harmless." ”

The man smiled and returned his gaze to the sword, "Do you see any clues?" ”

The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's not that easy." ”