The July morning in Chablis is a song composed to the chirping of chickadees, and when the morning sun spreads across the forest, the town between the mountains comes alive.

The scent of mint leaves fills the house set up by the mountain people, and Brando wakes up early in the morning - it seems that when he comes to this world, the life habits of the swordsman overwhelm the life habits of the game house.

Sleeping in seems to have been a thing of the last century.

Brando watched the mountains of Chablis rise and fall outside through the stone hole window on one side of the room, pressed two fingers against the cards, and then turned them open with his thumbs, and the wind elemental crystals placed on the side immediately vaporized into a cyan smoke and melted into the card.

A small whirlwind blew in the small space, and dimensional rifts opened and closed one after another, shooting out more than twenty wind spirit spiders from inside.

Brando immediately gave an order.

The little things from the Wind Realm immediately became foggy and blurred with a squeak, and soon turned into a puff of smoke drifting out of the room.

Seeing this scene, the young man smiled and opened a bottle of mana potion.

"It seems like a story mission."

He frowned at the thought that he hadn't slept well for two days straight.

Around a dungeon or dungeon, the story will be touched every time a period of time is not fixed.

These storylines are systematically rehearsed so they don't seem obtrusive on the surface, but in fact the real-time mission system itself is one of Amber's selling points.

It's just that in this world, it seems that the plot of these lives in the past game is realistically reproduced.

Got it.

Brando thought about it carefully, and finally remembered something.

It was a vague reference to a blog post about 'Balogan Ruins' about a few years ago, about the experience of the first team to enter this quest.

It seems vaguely familiar.

But he looked up, and his train of thought was interrupted.

"Tuk-tuk."

There was a knock at the door, and it must not be Roman, for the eldest lady would not knock at all, and she was not afraid of someone saying that she was uneducated—she had nothing to do with that word.

It won't be Antitina either, because the nobleman's daughter is always so polite, she won't be in such a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, Brando had already guessed that it might be Macarlo's person outside the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and behind it were two young men.

One was the white young man who was as feminine as a woman the afternoon before yesterday, and was looking at him with a stinky face at the moment; The other Brando, who had never seen it, but was probably about the same age as the former, had a short, lean hair, and looked a little thin, and he looked inside the room with a curious expression.

"Cloth ...... Mr. Brando, we're coming out, who are you? The short young man looked at him with curiosity, suspicion, and awe in his eyes, and it was clear that Brando's battle yesterday afternoon had left a deep impression on the newcomers to the mercenary group.

A young man in his twenties can fight a tie with the deputy head of the regiment - most of these young people think so.

And in the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Buga's strength is actually far above Macaro, which is also a recognized fact.

In other words, the strength of this young man is simply unimaginable at their age.

He had also heard the legend of the Chosen One, but no one knew how strong the Chosen One was.

He couldn't help but look at Brando, wondering if the other party was the legendary Chosen One.

It's just that Brando obviously didn't know what the young man in front of him was thinking, and if he did, he would have snickered.

In fact, with his current strength, not to mention the Chosen One, even the Revelator is still far behind.

"Okay, thanks."

Unaware, he nodded to the young man, "We'll be there soon." ”

But the white young man immediately snorted coldly behind him.

Brando couldn't help but glance at this guy, after yesterday's contact, he already knew what kind of noble heir this guy was traveling about, and it was no wonder that he had such a temper that no one wanted.

But as for why he joined this mercenary group, that's probably another story.

He wasn't interested in finding out anyway.

But he doesn't mind, but that doesn't mean the other party won't mind.

The white young man, who was obviously even more angry because he had been ignored, couldn't help but snort again, and said, "Listen, although I am not your opponent, I will keep an eye on you all the time, and you don't want to play tricks-" The young man next to him was stunned, obviously not expecting his companion to say such a thing.

He couldn't help but glance back, opening his mouth but finally saying nothing.

"Oh?" Brando cursed 'idiot' in his heart, then looked up and asked, "Your name is Reddy?" "It's not about you."

The white young man snorted.

"Are all the nobles so uneducated?" Brando asked rhetorically.

"You ......" Bai Qing gritted his teeth and wanted to draw his sword, but when he thought of the gap between himself and the other party, he couldn't help but stand back in discouragement.

"I heard that Eco escaped?" "How do you know, you're ......!" Reddy frowned, and was about to open his mouth to question, but suddenly saw Brando's knowing look and smiled slightly, and immediately realized his mistake, and couldn't help but snort heavily: "You care too much, I will tell the head of the regiment about this." ”

Brando's heart said whatever you want, do you think everyone is as idiotic as you.

But he still smiled and said, "It's just a casual question, you know that I had a relationship with Mr. Eco two days ago." ”

"The devil knows."

Reddy thought to himself, but although he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he still deliberately maintained a cold look on his face.

"I heard that you and the Silver Sword Saint Gurekis are people from the same place?" But Brando changed the subject.

"...... with you" The white young man suddenly remembered Brando's previous taunt, swallowed this sentence into his stomach, and finally turned into a cold snort.

However, he also didn't seem to take advantage of Brando verbally, so he simply dragged his colleague and turned around, leaving Brando here alone - thinking that this guy couldn't find his way anyway, let alone it was better.

Brando couldn't help but laugh in his heart, that guy Gurecai actually had admirers, and he was learning the swordsmanship called 'Heavenly Boundary' under Gurecais.

It's a pity that Gurekice has three intermediate swordsmanship 'Heavenly Sword', 'Thundering Sword' and his self-created 'Boundary Sword', but Brando himself didn't get a high-level swordsmanship task, but was choked by the old guy's temperament.

This guy must not know that Gurecaith is a good gambler, and the gambling products are extremely poor, and he often doesn't admit that he will lose every time he gambles.

However, the swordsmanship of the 'Heavenly Boundary', thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

With one experience, this time it would be easy to do, but unfortunately Gurekis should still be traveling in Cruz at the moment, otherwise he would have been able to find him now.

…… Buga and Macaro glanced at each other, looking at each other with expressions on their faces.

But in the end, it was the mercenary leader known as the 'Maned Wolf' who couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Brando, what are these?" He pointed to the twelve mercenaries dressed in alien costumes around Brando, Martha was on top, the entire 'Chablis's Lantern Plant' inn was under their close surveillance, and the news from the various outposts had been from three days ago until today that it was only ordinary guests. But these guys with a string of throwing axes, javelins, a large round shield on their backs, horned helmets on their heads, and sharp blades don't look like 'ordinary guests', do they? Where did they come from? Brando obviously didn't understand Macarro's inner entanglement at the moment, he shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "They are my people, I remember mentioning to you once that they are the mercenaries I hired.

Belch...... From a distance, you know, as a businessman, you always go back and forth.

These mercenaries are from an ethnic minority in the eastern part of the kingdom, so don't mind what they're wearing. ”

He smiled, as if there was such a thing.

However, Antitina and Roman both glanced at him.

Miss Merchant thought with a simple thought that ordinary people could not understand: it turns out that Brando is still connected with the ethnic minorities in the east of the kingdom, and it is really powerful! However, Antitina's mind is not as simple as this eldest lady, she has long suspected where Brando's subordinates came from, although she knows that Brando has a team of mercenaries in his hands, but that team should be located in the territory of Anlek at this time, and it should not be a minority.

And Charles, too, although Brando told them that Charles had returned to Karasu beforehand, she always felt that something was wrong.

However, this suspicion can only be buried in the heart, and it cannot be used to question the lord he follows.

As Brando's staff, he is still confused, not to mention Macaro and Buga, but these two big figures in history are considered well-informed characters, but this will be a bit confusing.

Because of Eco's escape, the secret sentinels they arranged were at least close to the silver level, but they were still infiltrated by these mercenaries who seemed to only have 'black iron strength'.

Macaro couldn't help frowning, and suddenly made a three-pole jump in his heart about Brando's evaluation, becoming a little mysterious.

"So, Captain Makaro, can we get out?" Brando asked.

"Of course."

'Maned wolf' Macaro nodded with some difficulty.

I made up my mind that I must put Brando's team in the center of the team for a while, and keep a good watch on it, so as not to cause anything.

He was originally full of confidence, but at this moment he was a little unconfident, a young man with outstanding swordsmanship and strength close to silver, and twelve mercenaries with more than silver strength, he felt a headache when he thought about it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at Buga again, and complained a little: "Old man, this is the result of your investigation?" He couldn't help but ask.

Buga shrugged.

Macaro entrusted him to investigate the mercenaries mentioned by Brando, but after two days, there was no clue, and he didn't expect these twelve big living people to suddenly appear today.

Although it seemed that he only had 'black iron strength', even he didn't believe it, he looked at those strangely dressed mercenaries, and thought that the other party must have used some method to hide his strength.

What is this, the Great Change? The future great swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes.