In fact, the convoy spent the morning battling the long-lost lakeside promenade on the western shore of Lake Wallendon off the Ansela Forest, which had flourished some thirty years ago and had been in shambles since the accession of Obercourt VII. However, it has been okay for some time recently, because there is no trace of the caravan, at least there is no bandit or anything like that around.

All in all, the whole convoy was busy all morning, and everyone didn't even have time to eat at noon, and they didn't even arrive in Repulse until the afternoon.

At about three o'clock, Brando could see the outline of a town perched on the edge of the lake through the reflection of the lake, glittering in the sun.

That's Repulse Town.

The town of Repulse has a long history for Eruin, having been a permanent settlement here since Earl Hardinger bought the land from the mountain people in the last century. Initially intended as a base for adventurers in gold panning in the Needle Hills, it gradually became a major link between Viero, Golan-Elsen and Lantonilan.

As a result, there have been many historic inns in the town for thousands of years, such as Brando's familiar Ness's butterfly flower and trout's pond.

However, in the game, the status of Rewaterdrough is not important. One important reason is that it is the gateway to Lantoniland, and Lantoni Landland is rarely open to ordinary players, and secondly, the only high-level area in the vicinity, the Needle Hills, is very difficult to travel from this direction through the northern section of the Ansela Forest, and the player would rather go through Wallendenburg farther than in this direction.

After all, for players, you can also use a teleportation array, and the distance is not too much of an issue.

This situation continued until the Nine Phoenix Excalibur Golden Ice Flame appeared after Weststone's Castle Dungeon was opened, and a large number of players poured into the place. But the good times didn't last long. Not long after that, it was the Third War of the Black Roses. What happened after that is already well known.

Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but raise his head and glance at the mountains. It is where the Mt. Birdfinch meets the Sapphire Mountains of Ansela, and the two largest peaks to the east are their respective main peaks. Below the peak is the Pochenier Pass. From there, the castle of Weston is hidden in the jungle.

The legendary sword Golden Ice Flame was hidden beneath the castle.

That was one of Brando's goals, but he wasn't going to touch it yet. Speaking of which, there are many high-class areas near the pin-falling hills. I don't know what the designer is crazy about. He knew that beneath Weston's castle was a real adult dragon guarding the Flame of Ice.

The winter dragon named Catina doesn't know what it has to do with the Needle Hill, but her strength is a few geometric progressions stronger than the young dragon I don't know, and Brando's trouble with the other party now is basically the same as looking for death.

Fortunately, Weston's castle has been sealed for a long time, and no one will touch it for the time being.

Brando looked in the direction of Repulse again, a place that served as the front line against Madara for a long time afterward, but his memory was deep. He and his senior sister's brigade used to fight and bleed here, and many places retain fragments of his memories of fighting side by side with those familiar companions.

Every street and alley you pass through. You can see those familiar scenes and locations, and you can't help but feel emotional.

The carriage entered the town via the nearest avenue to Reshallow Watertown, which was relatively peaceful as the surrounding area was relatively peaceful recently. They were not subjected to much scrutiny. The town of Repulse is under the jurisdiction of the Grand Duke of Lantoni. The Grand Duke's rule was so strict that even in such a remote place it was difficult to see a scene similar to that of the Goran-Elson where the local aristocratic private army was as fierce as a bandit.

Finally, the convoy stopped in the middle of the business district on the north side of town. Brando chose an inn far from the docklands - this inn has a modest name, the house of the carriage - and you can find such uninventive, same-name inns in Eruin and all over Vaughnde, there is no connection between them, the only connection is probably that the owners are all the same lazy when they choose their names.

This inn is also unknown in the game, and even Brando has never heard of it. But he chose this place to avoid the hustle and bustle of the docks, and to avoid the familiar residence from bringing back memories of his past. Those fragmented memories were like shattered lenses for him, and each piece was as if a scar had been uncovered when it was revealed.

After arranging the carriage and entering the inn, the business of the inn called the Carriage House was just as Brando had imagined it to be—very deserted.

Even the innkeeper probably didn't expect to have a big client. The bald middle-aged man, who had been concentrating on wiping a plate with a dirty rag on the bar, was stunned for a moment before he reacted when he felt the light at the door dim slightly.

He looked up and narrowed his eyes to see Brando, who had entered the inn first, and Filas and the knightess Laurena beside him, then Medisa and Charles, followed by Freya with a slate, and beside her was Hipamella, who was dressed in a linen robe—the sacrificial maiden was barearmed, and seemed to have no problem in such cold weather, and it was not known whether the blessing of the mountain spirits of Himerude had taken effect, or whether the life of an ascetic had accustomed her to such harsh conditions.

Finally, it was Akane and His Royal Highness the little prince who had just come out of the stable, and Haruzer followed the mercenary girl dejectedly after a tiring morning, like an abused child laborer.

Brando didn't bring too many people with him on this trip, because the place he went to was too dangerous, and those who lacked strength would go in vain. So in addition to the necessary entourage, Brando only brought his own cards. In addition to these few people, plus the Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles and Babasha, her witches and Aloze, who were about to join them in the Needle Hills, there were only a few more than ten people in total.

However, there was an uninvited person in this line-up.

The boss was still squinting his eyes and looking at his group, and Brando couldn't help but glance back at the person who had been silently following the back of the group. She still didn't stop or say a word to him, just followed silently.

However, for the sake of Her Royal Highness the Princess's face, it is really difficult for him to take the initiative to ask the other party anything.

After everyone had walked into the inn, the balding innkeeper seemed to finally react, confirming that such a large group of people on the other side did not seem to be coming to him to collect debts. He paused for a moment before asking, "Are you here to stay?" ”

"Is it other than accommodation. What other services do you have? Isn't this an inn? Brando hadn't spoken yet. Firas asked, somewhat incomprehensibly.

"Oh no, of course it is...... No, welcome! "The bald boss jumped up as if the soles of his feet were on fire." Do you need a room? There are still many empty rooms in the hotel, and you are guaranteed to be satisfied. ”

"It's not just the room." Brando finally spoke: "And food, we just came from Cork. Cold and hungry, you see? ”

"yes, it's cold and hard in the wilderness at night, and tents and sleeping bags don't matter! I'm going to get a good night's sleep today, and I've got something to eat—" Filas interjected with gusto, "I'm going to roast venison, preferably over charcoal from the Alfalfa Field, and it's oily, and it's served with spices—preferably from Luke's sea, and I'll be okay with the herbs and salt of St. Osor. Then bring me a jar of honey. Butter cake, baked herring, and a cup of pure black tea from the Golden House workshop of Rusta. And-"

The knight from Cruz spoke uprightly. It seems that he has already drawn the bread to satisfy his hunger. But Brando hurriedly interrupted him before he could say something more outrageous, and said to the bald innkeeper who was already dumbfounded, "Listen to him. Roast venison – If you don't have one, the Trout Pond Inn should be available for sale at this time of year, so you can buy it. From here, turn left twice until you reach the end of the street, I'm sure you've heard of that place. ”

"As for the rest, you should not have heard. But you can pick up some seafood from Lake Wallendon – like mackerel and salmon that are on the market this season, and make us a decent meal. I can pay you double the price of these, and if you can get honey, I'll give you another reward." ”

"And the ladies need some fruit wine to warm their bodies," Brando glanced at the little prince, "and a glass of goat's milk, I don't care what you think." Don't play tricks on me, I know the rules better than you do, understand? ”

The balding boss froze slightly, and then realized that the man in front of him was a veteran, and seemed to be more familiar with the town than he was. He couldn't help but glance at Brando, the attire of Brando's southern nobles made him a little strange, it stands to reason that he should not be the children of nobles who can say such things, but those mercenaries or adventurers who walk outside all year round.

However, the bald boss didn't dare to make a mistake, so he hurriedly said goodbye and left, and instructed the waiter to carry out Brando's request.

Brando turned around, and everyone looked at him in surprise. Whether it's Medisa or Charles, or Freya and Akane are even Pasimira, who has just joined the team, everyone more or less knows that this lord is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he is a master of swordsmanship, and he also dabbles in the secrets of wizards and elementals, and even the secrets of witches, from astronomy and geography to aristocratic rumors, as if there is nothing he can't handle.

Even privately, Brando was an alchemist, blacksmith, and scholar. But even so, they still didn't imagine that this lord had such a side.

This is not something that can be explained by erudition—

At least in the eyes of others, the Earl had previously looked like a mercenary or adventurer too seasoned to be sophisticated. This was especially felt by Akane, who had only seen such an 'aura' in the past in those mercenaries who had footprints all over Eruin and even Cruz.

She couldn't help but stop, looking at her lord with some dazedness. But the consequence of this was that the dejected little prince in the back bumped headlong into the package of the azure spear on her back, and couldn't help but snort.

Haruzer's snort seemed to break the silence.

Brando coughed, as if he had realized that his cousin had gone a little too far. He couldn't help but glare at Firas angrily, if it weren't for this guy who didn't speak through his brains, he wouldn't have subconsciously shown his previous side in the game.

However, he sighed slightly in his heart, in fact, he also knew that it was not all to blame. He couldn't help but glance out through the window of the inn, the scenery felt all too familiar to him.

"As you know, I had an early experience of studying abroad," he smiled awkwardly. He replied, "During that time, I dealt with adventurers and mercenaries. I've been to sea—"

"I see." Firas suddenly said, "Lord Earl, you really had the demeanor of Lord Veronica just now. As far as I know, the Legion Commander, she had a similar experience in her early years to you, and I heard that a person joined a mercenary group. ”

The young knight from Cruz seemed to believe Brando's explanation without even thinking about it. But it didn't mean that everyone was as weak as him, and Brando saw a more or less doubt in the looks of the others. He knew in his heart that his explanation might not be able to convince everyone.

First of all, there is a significant doubt. He was too young.

But now is clearly not the time to talk about this, and Brando can only bite the bullet and arrange for everyone to sit down. Fortunately, in addition to Laurenna, Akane, Medisa, and Freya all have a blind trust in him, and seeing that Brando didn't say much, he didn't want to ask more, so they took their seats in turn.

But it was at this time, just when he thought he had escaped smoothly, that a cold voice interjected, "Brando." You say you've been to sea? Brando looked up and saw the last female knight to sit down beside the little prince Haruzer.

She looked like she was from the north. The bridge of the nose is more common, and the southerners with mountain people are taller and straighter. The lips are slightly thick, but they do not spoil the delicate beauty of the facial features. On the contrary, it shows a hint of sexiness.

But this sensuality did not make Nimesis look charming, on the contrary, she looked at him calmly with slightly purple eyes, like a she-wolf staring at her prey.

She pressed one hand on her sword and swept the dark hair on her forehead.

Brando also stared at the other woman, who was the only uninvited guest in his team this time. At first, he thought that the princess was worried that the little prince had asked her to accompany her to protect her, but he had tentatively asked Haruzer to work as a more dangerous escort in the convoy, but the other party did not seem to stop him.

This made him very suspicious, not to mention that with the character of Her Royal Highness the Princess, since he had already expressed his complete trust in him, he would generally not be indecisive to do anything more.

In fact, after a few days of probing, Brando was almost certain that the female knight seemed to be coming for her.

But what her purpose was, he couldn't say for a moment.

But just as Nimesis spoke, Brando seemed to hear a chuckle in his heart: "Here it is!" He said to himself, then hesitated for a moment and replied, "What? ”

"I just wanted to ask where you went out of the sea?" Nimesis replied quietly, her tone softening again. This made Brando slightly stunned, because he didn't hear the meaning of the other party's tone.

On the contrary, because of that familiar face, there is a faint kindness.

"Does that make sense?"

"No," the knight shook her head, "it's just that I'm suddenly more interested, Brando, can you answer me?" ”

Brando suddenly felt awkward, and he wondered why Nimesis suddenly called him Mr. Brando, like the princess, but by his first name. This seemed to be a sudden shortening of the distance, and he felt the illusion that he was being targeted.

But he looked at the other party's serious expression, but he really didn't know where to refuse-can he refuse the senior sister? Brando shook his head in his heart first, obviously not. He suddenly realized at this moment where his uneasiness came from, and this moment of Nimesis was too much like the impression in his heart.

"I studied in the Karasu Plateau under a Blacktower wizard and was also an apprentice. Later I went out to sea with a group of men from present-day Thurbans, to Saint-Oshor and to some places further east......"

He hesitated, carefully making up the way. Fortunately, he has a lot of experience, and even if it is a lie, he feels that there will be no problems. And on the other side of history, he did go to these places. Even if asked, he was confident that he could handle it.

But I didn't expect the female knight to just look at him, it seemed a little strange and a little pity. She sighed and said, "I see, I thought you had been to the Sea of Lights." Take a boat ride from Griss Harbour and in a few days you can see the Kalanga Mountains sparkling in the sparkling sea......"

"That must be a beautiful scene."

When Brando heard this, he chuckled in his heart, and for a moment seemed to freeze there.

At that moment, it was as if he could no longer hear anything, and all that remained in his mind was the words that echoed in his head: a few days later he would be able to see the Kalanga Mountains shining in the sparkling seas as they sailed from Grisshaven Harbour......

That must be a beautiful scene, right?

Yes, beautiful and majestic, and moving.

……

(PS: I'm not stuck today, I can't afford to play, it's inhumane, and I've been forced to become a baboon with more than 20,000 strong people a day.) The strong baboon angrily begged for a monthly pass, and begged for a cute service in the book review area...... ）