News of the invasion of the Madara army spread like a plague through Fort Riden, and for millennia the dark country across the Pine Mountains had been described as a place of evil and filth. Undead, robbers, and occasional kobians, as if Eruin's misfortunes were brought by the other side, the nobles maintained their centuries-old rule with peace of mind, and the villagers trained themselves and were ready to fight.

And now this enemy, who seems to have always been in the legend and in the story, is not only on the page, but also comes to life from the paper, opening his fangs and trying to eat people. But the citizens of Lydenburg found out, what about the nobility? And what about the army in Lydenburg?

Along the way, Brando saw more and more people coming out of the house, getting a little bit of news from the mouths of the other fleeing people, and then hurried back to the house, with his luggage and family, towards the north gate.

There were more and more people, and finally they converged into a huge flow of people. In the eyes of the young people, the huge crowd seems to constitute a gray oil painting, in this oil painting there are old people, children, men, women, even mules, horses, carriages, dragging families and mouths, hesitating forward.

The child held the adult's hand, and his face was full of curiosity. The woman leaned on her man, her pale face full of nervousness, and the vast flow of people did not speak, only the sound of the huge procession advancing.

Because there were no people to maintain order, the flow of people and the flow of people quickly collided. And some people mixed in with the crowd and tried to fish in troubled waters - soon another carriage fell in front of them in the middle of the road, and the people who were slowly moving forward were further clogged in the middle of the road. An argument quickly ensued, with the people behind shouting angry and an inexplicable panic beginning to spread among the crowd.

This happened around the same time as Brando and Charles found Roman, who asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the side of the road. Then he and Charles got into the carriage left and right, guarded the sides of the carriage, and then calmly watched the riot that was spreading in the street.

"Brando, you're finally here, I'm so worried." Miss Merchant was visibly relieved, her round scalp boots rubbing against the planks beneath the carriage, a little nervous.

"There were too many people on the road, and it took some time." Brando drew his sword and replied.

"Where's Freya?"

"I don't know, wait and see."

Charles watched indifferently for a while, and suddenly said to his lord, "My lord, someone is fanning the flames in the crowd. ”

"What's in it for them to do that?" Brando was stunned, he didn't understand, because he never paid attention to the behavior of these civilian NPCs in the game. He's not a behaviorist.

"I'm afraid the world won't be chaotic."

"Why?"

"Because they subconsciously know that they will only be good if they are in chaos, and ambitious people will not be willing to be lonely, my lord. There are some people who naturally want chaos, but they don't have that opportunity on weekdays, and now the opportunity has come. Charles stared at the people outside and said coldly.

"Even at this time of year, they don't want to die?" Brando comes from the modern era and has some knowledge of the inferior nature of human beings. But this does not mean anything, as the only social creature with higher intelligence, the behavior of human beings as a whole as a certain part of the individual only means that human beings have this attribute.

This was the first time he had seen this kind of mutual tilting under the same class, just because of ambition. He saw the commotion in the crowd gradually expanding, people pushing and shoving between the fallen carriages, and the cries of children were soon heard.

The panic deepened noticeably, and rumors of the presence of the Mardala army began to circulate among the crowd, and the more they spread to the back, the more they swore by it. People who were far away were considering whether to turn around and leave, and this hesitation soon affected more people around them.

The streets became chaotic.

"Even at this time, my lord. My mentor has said that madness makes people bold, and hysteria and a little ambition are enough to unite those people," Charles replied, pointing to the crowd of people who were stirring around, "When I was studying magic in Karasu, in a tower that my mentor had built between a black rock, where apprentices like me learned not only how to cast spells, but also how to manipulate human nature—"

Brando nodded, Karasu's Highland wizards learned a similar but very different way from Buga's. The high wizards of Buga, dressed in cream-colored robes and walking on the snow-white marble floor, were more like rulers of the academy, nobles, or wizards than the mystical witchcraft traditions of other regions.

"What do they want to do?" Miss Merchant's eyes widened and she asked curiously.

"Plundering, robbing, and using violent means to get a sense that you would not normally dare to think of—a beautiful young lady like you."

"No, don't say that, and I won't thank you." Miss Merchant's face was so red from praise that her little eyebrows were raised.

In the midst of the pushing, the riot finally happened.

No one knew who made the first move, but all of a sudden many began to attack others. More people took advantage of the opportunity to push forward, many families were scattered in the flow of people, and those who were pushed to the ground barely had a chance to get back up.

All of a sudden, shouts, cries, and screams rang out.

Brando watched the scene silently, and he was powerless to stop it, so he could only ask the coachman to pull the carriage aside. But his action attracted prying eyes, and some of the rioters noticed his side, and when they saw Roman in the carriage, their eyes could not help but glow with greed.

Most of those people are usually idle homeless people, young people, discredited mercenaries, and lawless adventurers on the street, who have a common language with each other, and even rely on tacit understanding to connect with each other, pushing away those who stand in their way, and inadvertently approaching Brando's side.

Brando frowned when he saw this, he subconsciously switched his sword to one hand, and Roman and Charles on the side also became nervous.

"It's not good, lad, that you're alone in a carriage, especially at this time of year. Let me get a ride. Soon a mercenary in a dirty leather armor grabbed the windlamp railing of the carriage with his hand, and tried to squeeze up without saying a word.

"Go down." Brando moved the sword over and placed it around his neck.

"I'm just trying to get a ride, boy, you don't want to kill, do you?" The mercenary didn't expect Brando to be so tough, and couldn't help but be stunned. He stopped, stepped on the steps of the carriage with one foot, looked at Brando with malicious eyes, and shouted, "You noble lords, you left us and ran away at the critical moment, and now you just want to take a ride, you selfish fellows." If you have the ability, you will kill me-"

Many people gathered around the mercenary, looking at Brando with a defiant gaze. But they were looking at Roman more, with a salivating look.

"Brando......" Miss Merchant, who was finally a little frightened, couldn't help but grab Brando's arm with her slender little hand.

Brando turned back and patted his hand, then turned back to the mercenary and said to the mercenary in disgust, "See, there are ladies in this carriage." She doesn't welcome you, you can leave. ”

Brando's tough attitude clearly angered the other party, and the mercenary cursed and tried to force his way onto the car. Those who were watching from behind also tried to rush up, and they seemed to be convinced that Brando was just a young nobleman, and they didn't dare to do anything to them at this time of excitement.

"My lord, don't talk to him—" Charles could finish his sentence before he was stunned to see Brando coldly draw his sword and stab the mercenary in the chest, kicking him down again.

The guy seemed to die with a look of disbelief, he didn't believe that Brando dared to do it, but Brando told him with the facts - don't beat my idea, I'm not one of those people who can talk; Although he is no different from an ordinary person on weekdays, he is soft-hearted and can't see the miserable situation of others. But when it comes to his bottom line, Brando is definitely a decisive person and never has any woman's kindness.

Just like the first time he killed someone in Pine Castle, although he felt just as disgusted afterwards, he didn't hesitate to kill people in the slightest.

The mercenary's body fell to the ground with a heavy thud, and the people around him subconsciously retreated in a circle - they were all startled by Brando's indifference to human life, but these people immediately reacted - they were the ones who were the ones with the crowds.

"Damn aristocrats, kill people in the streets!" Immediately someone shouted.

"yes, we're just trying to get a ride."

"These guys who don't care about people's lives!"

"They never took us civilians seriously, and we weren't human in their eyes." Those people slowly gathered around, confusing black and white, and loudly agitating the people around them.

"Give him some color and see!"

"Drag him out of the car......"

"Shoot him!" Most of the time they were unaware of the truth, they simply believed what they heard and saw, and soon a large crowd of people gathered around the carriage.

Charles and Roman were worried, and they could see that the situation was not going to be good.

Brando pressed his sword and sat firmly on the side of the carriage, not saying a word, just looking at the men coldly. Soon another man rushed forward, and this guy thought that this 'aristocratic youth' would at least be a little more restrained in full view.

But he was wrong.

Brando didn't say a word, but stabbed his sword through his throat, causing him to fall down in horror while clutching his throat. The young man's sword not only shocked the young people, but also caused an uproar in the surrounding crowd.

Brando, however, got to his feet and jumped out of the carriage. His jump made everyone around him retreat in unison, Brando stood in the middle of these people and looked at these people coldly, he pressed his sword with one hand, and the sword suddenly waved on everyone's heads-

A sword wind brushed against the top of these people's heads, and those people only felt a light chill on their heads, and then in addition to the hair falling down, the roof of a building not far away suddenly opened a crack nearly ten feet long.

Everyone looked back, stunned at the crack.

"It's good to do it yourself."

Brando dropped a sentence coldly, put his sword back in his sheath, and climbed into the carriage again. In fact, he was more concerned about what was going on with Freya than wasting time on these people, and why she hadn't shown up yet.

But Roman looked at him with starry eyes.

"You're amazing, Brando." Miss Merchant exclaimed.

"It's not good to kill people, especially since these people are just civilians." Brando shook his head

"But only you will protect me."

Brando was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.

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(PS. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been brushing the news of the fourth generation in the forum, and I'm asleep while brushing)