As soon as Brando and his gang descended from the gargoyle, they saw Roman and the pale Freya in the alley, especially the latter staring at him with a hateful look. However, he felt a little funny, the dignified Valkyrie was afraid of heights, and when he thought of her disgraced appearance in the sky, she was similar to the girls in the previous team.

"Okay, I'll tell you about the current situation." Brando was afraid that Freya would settle accounts with him, so he preemptively said as soon as he landed.

Freya saw his trick and snorted softly. She didn't overdo it, she didn't bother to bother with him.

"The news has been delivered, and it is a matter for the nobles to accept it or not; We're going to find Roman's aunt and escape from Fort Ridden before Madara attacks, but that's not going to be easy. Brando waved his hand to send the gargoyle flying to the eaves, standing still and monitoring his surroundings - he had been experimenting with the amulet's spell since nightfall, finally allowing him to find one that worked.

Attack spells are still lacking, though.

"Freya and Roman, you are registered militiamen, so the relatives in Redenburg will definitely be on the record. If we had contacted Roman's distant relative, we might have run the risk of being discovered, especially if we didn't know if they were reliable. ”

"Isn't Aunt Jenny dangerous?" Freya then turned around and asked.

Brando glanced at Roman, who was silent, and was looking down to play with the corners of his clothes.

"In general, the other side has a time to react, but if we swarm the action, there is a high chance that it will fail. In order to save time, we had to divide the troops into three groups and double-check what everyone should do. ”

He took a breath and unconsciously showed the demeanor of being the head of the regiment in the game. But in reality, in charge of the fate of others, Brando inevitably has a hint of nervousness.

His gaze lingered on the faces of the three men for a moment, and he pointed out:

"Freya went to contact Roman's relatives."

"Me?" Freya pointed at herself in surprise.

"Yes."

"But I only know that he lives in the Bonoan Market, and I don't even know the specific number. And I don't even know where the Bonoan Market is. The pony-tailed girl looked embarrassed.

"You can go and ask, the Bonoan market is nearby. Just out of this alley there is a bar called 'Red Bronze Dragon Story Club', where you can go and ask for news. Brando smiled suddenly: "But be careful, the mercenaries in the bar will not be too clean, don't be rubbed with oil." ”

Freya's face turned red, and she glared at him viciously, "No ...... Shameless! ”

Charles was eating and chuckling, thinking that he was quite interesting as a lord. Nobles rarely go to a place as vulgar as a pub, but it seems that Brando knows a lot about the ups and downs of the kingdom. Wizards always like to be around smart people—especially well-informed people, and this young man is no exception.

"Once you've found the woollen merchant named Hood, don't identify yourself, give him a time, and ask him to meet us at the bar. You have to pay attention to his reaction and you will know that this person is not reliable. Don't worry if you find traces of the army, they won't be scareless until our relationship is unclear. They also want a chance to catch us all. ”

Freya thought for a moment, as if to make sure she could do this, before she nodded.

"What about me, Brando?" Roman asked with a wink.

"Roman, you go and help us contact the carriage, and wait for us at the north gate. There are only two hostels in Riedenberg, so it is possible to be monitored, if you notice something wrong with one of them, you can change the other, and if you have a problem, you go to the north gate alone. In any case, we'll be out of town as soon as the gates open in the early hours of the morning, and if we're lucky, we might be able to get out of town before the lockdown order is given. ”

Miss Merchant's head nodded cheerfully.

Then Brando took out the money he had received from the nobleman's relic and divided it into two parts and gave it to them: "The actions of both of you may involve the use of money, and this is thirty silver coins, which is more than enough for one person and a half, and if possible, Roman, you can buy a little more food." ”

Miss Merchant nodded earnestly.

"What about you, Brando?" Freya asked.

"It's too much pressure for you to go it alone, and the Whitemane could step in at any moment. Charles and I went to visit some of the 'old friends' to get the attention of the guards in Ridenburg. Brando replied unhurriedly.

Only God knows how determined Brando was to say this. His credo has always been to keep the risks under control, as if passing through the Xavier Trail - because he is sure that he can keep Roman and himself safe - and he never considered himself a natural savior or hero.

Well-planned planning can fail, let alone the odds of success in an all-or-nothing gamble. This phrase was given to him by Brando's old head of the game and was also cited by him as a motto.

But this time, even he didn't know how risky it was, but he had promised Roman in his old mansion in Butch that as a man, sometimes he needed some willful persistence. Brando also felt a drive that made his blood boil at this moment to support him to calm down and complete such a thing and fulfill his promise.

"You're crazy, Brando!" Freya heard what he was saying, and looked at him with wide eyes: "You, you will be hanged, what do you let us do?" ”

She suddenly felt a little ambiguous in her words, blushed, and explained, "I mean, I don't want to be a robber with you......"

Brando suddenly felt that this girl with a bad mouth was a little cute: "It's okay," he said, "I'll invite you to join the gang, if you have the chance." He thought to himself that there must be a chance, it was just a matter of how sure he was to convince the future Valkyrie.

"There's no chance," Freya said hatefully, "you come with Roman, I'm worried about her." ”

"No need, I believe little Roman."

Miss Merchant's eyebrows raised, secretly happy.

Freya gritted her teeth in anger, thinking to herself that this guy knew that he was worried about him, but he was trying to force her to say it. And what's even more infuriating is that he won't listen to it when he says it.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you," she lowered her head and pulled the ponytail behind her with her hand, "You, be careful yourself." ”

The merchant lady gave him a small 'one qiē OK' gesture on the side, and she shook it - something she had learned from Brando in the past two days: "I'll be waiting for you at the North Gate, Brando!" The carriage of the future great merchant will only start when Brando gets on the carriage—"

Brando's heart moved and he smiled.

*********

About ten minutes later, in the barracks of the Swordsmen Regiment of the Whitemane Legion—

"You said you didn't hear anything?"

Luc Besson picked up a piece of broken wood, pointed to the section and asked, "Judging from the crushed Cheng dù, it is at least the level of the first level of strength." A man of the level of a black iron swordsman broke down the prison door of our white-maned legion, and then you sued me, didn't you hear? ”

Luc Besson, known as 'The Tiger', was 45 years old, with dark skin, an angular forehead like a knife, high raised cheekbones half of his blood from mountain people, flat, emaciated cheeks, and a hint of wildness in his deep-set gaze. It has been ten years since Luc Besson was promoted to the head of the 104th Swordsman Regiment of the Whitemane Legion, and if he wants to improve further, he will rely on his prestige and seniority in the army.

But Luc Besson was politically biased towards the Everton faction, the so-called Baath Party, and the fact that the White-Maned Legion had already completed the process of privatizing the Count of Pla was now unpopular in this army. However, this did not prevent him from showing his majesty in front of his subordinates, and Luc Besson 'Tiger' was not one of those aristocratic little white faces who came up through the back door.

The general's words immediately made several junior non-commissioned officers present look at each other, especially the person in charge of duty this night, his face was even more crimson. White-maned infantry with peaked helmets in blue-bottomed uniforms walked in and out of the room, and the biggest difference between the soldiers' uniforms compared to the garrison was a bunch of white wolf feathers hanging from the epaulettes.

This unique ornament commemorates the glorious glory of this legion in the 'Battle of Jartins', and is also the origin of the name of the Whitemane Legion.

"If the other party is a highland knight, his apprentice is not unable to do this." Someone said.

"For the Whitemane Legion, it's not about what your opponents do. But what did you do, ten minutes of reaction time, are you militia? ”

Luc Besson's rebuke made the others silent.

At this time, an officer with his entourage pushed the door in with a report, and the person who came reported with a stack of parchment in his hand: "Commander, we have checked the information of the militia on the Buchi side. It is true that there are people named Freya and Roman on the register, but the young man named Brando does not seem to be a native of Buchi. ”

Luc Besson didn't expect it, he tapped his finger on the table: "And then? ”

Approaching and whispering something beside him, Luc Besson nodded. He asked again, "What is the attitude of His Majesty's secret envoy?" ”

"The Earl didn't say it explicitly, but it seems to imply that we will be executed." The officer replied.

Luc Besson was slightly stunned, the dignified king's secret envoy and a commoner can't get along? He rubbed his chin to read the implications, but before that the room was buzzing—

"Yes, but isn't that old fellow going with a civilian?"

"I think he's interested in those two women, old pervert."

"A courtier, I saw him there admiring the elven sword."

"I've never seen a hillbilly on the market." Someone sneered disdainfully.

Luc Besson immediately slapped the table to stop the officers, and he was about to reprimand them, when another man pushed the door and entered, and it was the herald outside.

"Commander, there's a fire in the local council."

"What a sound," Luc Besson couldn't help but curse secretly, and immediately stood up and ordered: "Give you ten minutes, let the second and third squadrons assemble as quickly as possible!" ”

Platoons of officers stood up.

He pointed to the other side: "You two, go and monitor the intended target for me." Maquilin, your mission is the hostel, you know what to do, don't startle the snake. ”

The three named people bowed their heads, did not dare to hesitate, and immediately turned around and went out.

"Captain, Lord Seber's side?"

"No need to be reminded. Those fellows must have pissed on to our King's envoys, and they always have to rely on one side, don't they? ”

The captain's words caused a low laugh to erupt in the room.

(PS. Chongqing has now become a rural area, there is a power outage every day, and the call will come at 7 o'clock today.

Seeing many people say that two shifts a day is still slow, I have the urge to vomit blood.

Ask for a ticket!)