"Riots?"

Sitting on a stout stump of a tree—a tree like elm or beech, not uncommon in the Golan-Elsen region—Bartom sneezed as he stepped on the tangled roots. The sophisticated mercenary rubbed his nose and looked up incredulously.

Nearby is a deserted lumber yard on the outskirts of Pragues, with sparse tree stumps scattered around the edge of the forest, but more of the timber comes from the upper reaches of the Yusong River, where people simply stop the logs and process them. A corner of the timber processing plant is hidden behind a pine forest not far away, and only a corner of the building can be seen in this direction.

Time is approaching the moment of the first moon rising, the first menarche of magical power. The stage of the day that the Matatanians call 'The Sleep of Everything' - the traveling mages can only play five cards: 'blue', 'black', 'gray', 'cyan', and 'white', and they usually set up defenses and lay the groundwork for counterattacks at this time.

As the silvery crescent moon appeared over the pine forest, Brando saw the last few birds flutter their wings through the shadowy forest, and then everything fell silent, except for the occasional chirping of night owls in the distance.

The city of Pragus was far to the north, and standing on the edge of the forest and looking north, along the gray hills of the north, a brilliant brilliance was shining upwards, as if the stars in the sky were falling on the dark earth, forming a brilliant pearl weaving a great net - brilliant lights.

Brando was no stranger to this place, where he practiced swordsmanship every morning with his grandfather as a young child. For the other soul, it would be a den for some of the local brotherhood of thieves in about seven years, and the princess regent would later crack down on unscrupulous merchants, and the city's underground auction market would be moved to this place for a time.

But that was many days later, so much so that I remember a faded pale yellow, like an old photograph. What made Brando a little dazed was that he couldn't tell whether it was a memory from before or after.

Antitina stood a little nervously in the night, dressed in a beautiful moon-white dress. She had never been to the outskirts of Pragues so late, and of course she had not often taken part in the outings of the ladies when she was still the daughter of a noble family.

Antitina had always thought of herself as a bit withdrawn, but she had always been proud to think that it was because she was more knowledgeable than the short-sighted young ladies.

She stared at the silver moon in the pine forest, the dark forest made her nervous, but there was a faint curiosity, like the romance of adventurers and the thrill of chasing the unknown took root in her heart—making her want to stay with these people again.

This kind of life is both new and full of unknowns for her.

But the lady still forced herself to let go of her girlish feelings, she took a breath and calmed down, and took Bartom's words and replied, "I think that if Testor is not trying to test us, I am afraid that the One Everything Society has been planning something in the recent past, and we need to attract the attention of the nobles." Of course, I think it's more likely that it's a bit of both. ”

"That's right, my lord, we'd better not have anything to do with those devils in human skin." Bathom sat on the stump and said loudly, "Now that guy in the skin of a nobleman is not here, he cannot threaten any of us. Didn't the adults say they were going to let Denel? Let's go there with the adults! Go far and see what he can do with us? ”

Antitina listened to Bartom's words and glanced at Brando, who today learned that Brando's true identity turned out to be not only a member of the high-ranking mercenary group that had recently become famous, but also the head of the scenes, which made the young man in her eyes even more mysterious.

But what made her even more determined was that the Viscount Test, who had been secretly searching for her, did not expect to be the one who would return all things to one, and the organization on the coast of the Abyssal Sea was not just notorious, so that the girl's face turned pale when she heard the name.

Although Antitina didn't wonder if Brando would lie to her, the young knight didn't seem to have the need.

Antitina quickly saw Brando shake her head.

Brando withdrew his gaze from his attributes, and with his wealth of knowledge and experience in the game, he had figured out the profession of a traveling mage - or rather, traveling mage should not be a profession.

He saw in his list of professions that he still only had a few identities and professions: mercenary, militia, civilian, and scholar, which showed that the brigade mage itself was not counted in the profession, or even a status or sub-occupation.

Brando thought about it for a moment and understood the meaning of this storage zài, the core of the traveling mage is still the fate card, which should be a large and special item system. Players can use the guò system to simulate and implement the abilities of any class.

To put it bluntly, this thing is a set of rules in the game that are dragged away from the original rules. Although it looks strong, if every player can master it, it is not a perverted and outrageous ability.

Of course, if there is only genius, why would it not exist in the original game, but appear in this world?

However, what makes Brando feel a little strange is that it is clear that this item system has growth, and this growth is not limited to collecting more set cards according to KAO, but is closely related to the holder's personal ability. He found that when his warrior level was only ten, he only had four cards in his hand. However, by the time he reached level thirteen, the number of cards in his hand had risen to five, and the red, gold, and gray elemental volumes in the elemental pool, which symbolized the knight's deck, had all increased by one block.

But then he heard Bartom's words.

Bartoum's words were in some ways his heart, but Brando knew he couldn't think that way at this time. He's no longer the simple gamer he used to be.

He had already realized that maybe it would be a decision in his favor to tie up with the Oneness of All Things. Of course, he didn't want to be in the same league as those who disregarded human life, on the contrary, he was thinking about how to play Infernal Affairs.

So he shook his head.

"How?" Bartom was stunned for a moment, and then hesitated: "Lord Lord, you want to do it with them?" But those people are not good people, they have never had a good reputation. ”

Antitina wanted to say something, but now she was silent. Brando's decision made her breathe a sigh of relief, in fact, Brando thought so, she originally had to remind Brando - the One Everything Society is not small, since Tester is relieved to let him leave, then there will definitely be a backhand.

She didn't want the 'Amber Sword' mercenary group to make a strong enemy before they got out of the Golan-Elson. As Brando's staff, Antitina had already subconsciously regarded this mercenary group as the young knight's private property.

"Of course I understand what it is, Bartom. But everything has to be considered in terms of consequences, and since I mentioned it to that guy like this, I will not tell a lie that will be exposed in a moment. Brando said to Bartom.

"So, aren't we going to stir up a rebellion against the refugees?" Bartom couldn't help but scratch his head, a little reluctantly.

"Of course not, Brando must have a way, that's right, when we were in Butch, we all called him Brando the Almighty!" Little Roman stood by the river, bent down and picked up the stone chips, and floated there. When she heard Bartom's words, she couldn't help but turn around and say.

When did you give me such a nickname when you were in Buch? Brando glanced at the dead girl and couldn't help but think angrily.

But little Roman's current demeanor doesn't match her current dress and temperament at all-

She and Antitina had both changed their clothes, and the original outfit had been broken in the riot at the auction house.

Roman didn't bring any change of clothes, but during the trip Brando bought a few for her from a nearby merchant's house, and the merchant kept them hidden like a treasure; But this time she was temporarily wearing a long dress from Antitina's house - little Roman looked particularly good in the black gold-rimmed gown, with a wide and gorgeous skirt under the slender waist, and only a white lace-trimmed petticoat at the bottom.

Originally, she walked with that characteristic temperament of her own—full of confidence, with her head held high—and the well-developed lines of her breasts showed a beautiful curve outlined by the tight tunic top. Antitina was jealous.

Antitina, however, had her light brown hair tied up and ornamented with flowers, so that when the little merchant fox came out of the room, she turned around in a proud circle at Brando, and then smiled sweetly and threw him a little wink. It made Brando a little dazed when he saw her now.

But she looked like the businesswomen who spent a lot of money in Port Ampesel. It's just that no person of that status will roll up his sleeves and stretch out his white lotus root arms here, bending down here to seriously pick up the stone chips on the river beach, and see which one can fly farther on the water.

In fact, Brando didn't even understand why this guy had to wear this troublesome outfit when he went out into the wild.

Of course, the answer to this question would be: because I'm a businessman. Such a kind of answer that does not go through the brain.

Bartoum listened to Roman's words and looked at Brando suspiciously.

Brando nodded: "In less than half a month, these refugees gathered in the south of Prague will have problems. The upcoming celebration will appease them for a while, but it will eventually cure the symptoms and not the root cause, and the nobles who live well will not understand. ”

"Really?" This time, Antitina looked curious.

Brando nodded, the August riots were not a big deal in history. But it was enough to give Tester an answer, and they didn't have to do it.

Brando didn't have the heart to stop the riot, and he didn't have the power to do so. It was a difficult thing for the refugees to have room to survive, and it was a difficult thing to settle them, and the nobles were unwilling to take on this burden, and no one could take it.

That's the mouths of tens of thousands of people eating.

Bartom opened his mouth, not expecting that the complicated problem he had come up with would be solved in Brando's mouth. He couldn't help but look back at Antitina, who was vaguely worried—unlike the swaggering red-bearded mercenary who had only the simplest lines of merit in her head—she always felt that Brando seemed to know more than any of them.

Brando, however, saw the cripple come out of the dark forest with the man, and his spirits lifted. He asked the cripple to investigate the affairs of the city, and it seemed that there should be some eyebrows.

Sure enough, as soon as the cripple and the two short night thieves came out of the bushes, they said to Brando: "I have found out, and sure enough, those wastes have neglected their duties, and those undead have entered the city disguised as merchants." ”

"Who?" Brando asked.

"A cavalry captain named Karankado." The cripple replied, and he wanted to say something, only to see Brando shake his head. Brando happened to know this Calancador, because this guy was the future commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry Regiment of the Whitemane Legion.

"This guy is the king." Brando muttered to himself.

I see, dereliction of duty, I'm afraid it's not that simple. He couldn't help but think of the few tinders at the auction, and I am afraid that this matter has nothing to do with the royal family. Everything that happened in Pragues on this day in 'Amber Sword' was later covered up, otherwise Brando wouldn't have been unaware of it at all.

This shows that there must be an unknown force behind it.

The royal family is playing with fire.

Brando thought about the cause and effect, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. It's a shame that Obergu VII figured it out, isn't this leading the wolf into the house? Fortunately, Instaron did not intend to be in the Golan-Elson, otherwise the situation in southern Eruin would have been ruined if he had taken advantage of the situation.

Of course, he couldn't help but think maliciously - maybe Obercourt VII was artificial, and the situation in the south had become so rotten that it could no longer be corroded.

(PS. Whether you think this book will be uninspired or eunuch, or you don't have good expectations for this book, please don't chase it anymore.) Speaking in the book review area every three or five times, I'm disgusted if you're not disgusting.

As for auto-archiving, I'm more used to notepads than Word.

Finally, I would like to emphasize that if you don't have high expectations for this book, you can stop reading this book, thank you for your cooperation!)