Seeing Freya's helpless appearance, Brando thought that she should probably have some understanding of the face of these so-called local troops in Redenburg, but it was not enough, he planned to let her know more clearly, only reality could make Freya understand what their situation was now.

Of course, Brando didn't want her last hope for the country to be dashed, but sometimes she didn't act with blood, and a rampage would only break her head.

Brando has never been a reckless person, and he hopes that Freya will learn to act calmly as well. Of course, he will protect them if necessary, and the bottom line is not to let these people really hurt Freya and Roman.

He was just in time to watch Freya's handling of the crisis, only to see her gaze fall into the distance. Stunned, he followed her gaze and saw that in that direction was the barracks on the east side of Fort Lydon, which seemed to be the name. There he saw a group of people, tall and short, all clustered around one of them, a tall middle-aged man, followed by a group of white-maned light infantry, scattered in all directions—they looked like nobles.

Brando suddenly felt interesting, he didn't expect to be so lucky, someone sent a pillow to sleep. However, Freya reacted quickly, and immediately noticed those big shots. He roughly understood Freya's thoughts, and couldn't help but nod secretly.

From a normal person's point of view, Freya's reaction was quite correct. Of course, Brando just wanted to see how she bled to her head, and it was a bit sorry to say that the future Valkyrie, but Brando knew that his intentions were for the good of the other party, and that was enough.

What's more, this is also Freya's own choice.

He turned around, and the two guards were drawing their swords and approaching Freya. They had apparently not expected that the girl would dare to resist when both of her companions were obediently restrained, and that she would be so decisive that as soon as she jumped into the tower, she rushed to the nearby weapon rack.

The two were startled, and hurriedly drew their long swords to meet them. But Freya suddenly reflexively grabbed the wrist of one of the guards with her right hand, turned sideways, and swung her knife with her left hand into the opponent's armpit—from snatching the sword to subduing it, the whole action was done in one go, as if in the blink of an eye, the guard screamed and fell to the ground.

The pony-tailed girl snatched her sword and struck another guard with one sword. With three swords in a row, with the strength she had grown up in the battle against the Golden Demon Tree, she knocked the guard back five steps in a row until he reached the wall, and then she reversed the blade of the sword and struck the unlucky man's head, causing him to fall on his back with a broken head.

Then she turned around again, and the momentum on her body frightened the remaining four guards and their captain to take a step back. Freya couldn't help but feel angry that the army of Fort Riden, which she had always relied on, was at such a level. She thought they were all as good as Brando, maybe worse, but at least they should be not far behind!

But Brando secretly screamed pretty. The local guards are just the level of veterans in the militia, and Freya's skills at this moment are already stable enough to enter the garrison, especially if she is also calm and calm, which is even more valuable.

However, he glanced at the white-maned light infantry in the distance, and thought to himself that if Freya thought that the regular army of the kingdom was also this combat power, then she might be about to suffer a big loss.

But what he had to do now was not to delay the future Valkyrie's judgment. So he suddenly grabbed the two guards around him and threw them out before they could react. Then he reflexively snatched his elven sword, and with a single sword, he knocked the long sword in the hands of the two guards who held Roman.

"What are you going to do?" Ignoring the wailing guards lying on the ground, he grabbed Roman's hand and ran over.

Freya glared at him, then looked over at the barracks, and the meaning was self-explanatory.

"Go over there? It's okay, there is a way that the king of Hades is easy to provoke, and the little ghost is difficult. Brando smiled.

"What does that mean?" Roman asked curiously from behind, rubbing her wrist. The people just now used too much force, and her hands were sore.

"Meaning, just look at what the big guys have to say."

Freya always felt that this guy had something to say, but she didn't have time to refute it at this time. She glanced in disgust at the captain of the guard, who had collapsed to the ground in fright, and then flipped out of the tower first.

"Brando, Freya, she seems to be angry."

"It's okay, just keep up."

The merchant lady glanced at him curiously.

*********

Lord Jin Guo had been in a good mood since this day, if it weren't for the one in front of him.

When he saw the girl who rushed in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and the guards behind him swarmed her up and surrounded her. Lord Jin Guo also saw that there were two other people in the encirclement, both dressed as countrymen, and after he was stunned, a wave of anger rose in his chest.

What are these bastards doing, how did they get three filthy hillbillies to break into here. Who's the captain on duty tonight, I'm going to let him go back and eat himself!

Seber's face was blue and white, and he was about to have a seizure. But he felt someone behind him stab himself with the handle of his cane. He looked back and saw the disgusting industrialist, the great miller, Sir Burnley's meaty face. To be honest, he didn't even want to say a word to this fat man who was covered in copper stench and calculating, but fortunately, Lord Lord was sober enough to understand that at least now they were in a group.

He followed the other's gaze, and to his surprise, he saw Freya's epaulettes. Buch's militia, didn't it say that Mardara's army had reached the Belledo Forest? How did they get here?

He couldn't help but glance a little further behind, hoping that the big man over there hadn't noticed the commotion. Then he held his sword and whispered to the guards, "What are you doing here, escorting the assassins down?" ”

Assassin?

Freya was about to speak, but was stunned by the words. Her eyes widened in confusion as she tried to argue, only to find that the guards around her had drawn their swords—a clear metal trembling as if to pierce her heart.

"What's going on here?"

It was at this time that a quiet, stern voice interjected, making everyone subconsciously get out of the way. After the crowd parted, the middle-aged man with deep eyes, a high nose, and a grim face was revealed, holding a cane made of gold, and looking at everyone present with a cold gaze.

Lord Seibel of the Golden Fruit took a breath and cursed in his heart: hell, I still attracted this trouble. His mind was quick, and he replied with an unchanged expression, "A few civilians have broken in, and they are assassins again." ”

"Civilians?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"My lord, we are not assassins. We are Buchi's militia," Freya discerned eagerly, "We are here to report that Buchi is receiving Ma-"

The middle-aged man showed a look of disgust and interrupted, "What's your name?" ”

"Fu, Freya." Freya was stunned, feeling stared at by the other party's cold gaze as if she was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and couldn't help but lower her head.

"What about you?" He asked Roman over there again.

"My name is Roman, uncle." The future merchant lady blinked and replied.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh twice, but quickly held back. This time, the middle-aged man's expression did not change, but waved his hand: "Take them down, and wait for the interrogation to be clear." ”

"My lord, we ......" Freya was startled and hurriedly looked up to explain.

But the other party didn't listen to their explanations at all, but let the guards rush up and suppress the three of them. However, the middle-aged man looked at him coldly, and then said, "Wait." ”

As if his words had great effect, everyone subconsciously stopped their movements and looked at him.

"Show me the sword in that man's hand." He pointed at Brando with his cane.

Sword?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they noticed the shape of the sword in Brando's hand. It was the sword of the elves, and the sword of the elves was known for its beauty, and was generally circulated as a work of art in the upper circles. Lord Jin Guo couldn't help but slander again, thinking that this guy who eats people and doesn't spit out bones has really sharp eyes, and he has taken a fancy to both women and the sword.

What made him uncomfortable was that the other party's identity and status were much higher than his. Even if he said he wanted to, he could only give it away obediently. He can't afford to offend the forces behind the other party.

He beckoned, and several of the guards immediately understood, drawing their swords at Brando.

Brando looked back at Freya, and saw that the girl's face was dazed and a little distracted. He knew it was almost, but he still had to stay calm at this time, he shrugged his shoulders and obediently handed over his sword.

This kid is quite acquainted. This move made Lord Jin Guo think to himself.

A guard trotted over with a sword in his hand, offering his hands to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man indifferently picked up the sword, turned over the blade, and read the words on it:

"A'ssonston, Donamiru—"

He raised his sword, and the elven sword glittered in his hand, and everyone around him couldn't help but gasp. Magic sword, these nobles couldn't help but look at Brando's group, and their hearts confirmed the idea that the three of them were assassins. After all, how can there be militia with magic weapons, and it is not believable to say it.

However, the middle-aged man looked at the faintly glowing leaf-shaped long sword in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time. He glanced at the industrialists beside him and asked, "Sir Burrion has a lot of money and is well-informed, can he tell me where this sword came from?" ”

The nobleman who glanced at the sheep fat ball hurriedly rolled his body and said flatteringly: "I have seen some elven weapons, but if you want to say that you are well-informed, how can you compare to what you have seen and heard in that circle. ”

The middle-aged man smiled coldly and replied, "Then for the sake of this sword's face, let them have a better time tonight." Tomorrow I will personally interrogate these assassins, those two ladies, you take good care of them. You'd better tell your captain Granson that is, and don't think I don't know what they're dirty—"

His words grew colder and colder, and at last the guard in front of him was silent. But the others smiled meaningfully, and the more obvious the attitude of the adult, the better it was for them.

It's just two women and a sword, and they care more about the latter than their vital interests.

Freya's face turned crimson with anger, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath. Gritting her teeth and clenching her hands into fists, for a moment Brando was really afraid that she would be impulsive and reckless, but fortunately, Miss Valkyrie was much calmer now than when she first met him.

He looked up, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the glittering thorn of light in the other's hand. But he frowned, who was that person? It seems that his status is very high, but it's a pity that he can't know every detail of what happened in history, but the other party's reaction is interesting.

But he wasn't too nervous, and the best was yet to come.

As they were escorted down by the guards, Brando clearly heard the middle-aged man asking:

"Alright, let's get down to business. Mr. Seber, when are you going to get me out of town? The middle-aged man's voice was cold, filled with a faint sarcasm in it.

"Lord Count, it is a critical time for Madara to enter the fortress of Van Miel. The flanks of Buchi may be affected at any point, the wilderness is too dangerous, especially since you are a close minister of Your Majesty, what reason do we have for you to be in danger? ”

The middle-aged man smiled and stopped talking.

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