"Acquaintance, Kaos—" The man in the black knight's training uniform looked afar at the campfire in the dark forest beneath the rolling hills.

The Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment seemed to sleep in a wide cradle, and the direction of the camp was silent, except for the wind from the sea from the west that crept into the night, making the forest respond to the rustling sound.

It seems to be a sea wave.

It's like some kind of monster screaming far away in the mountains and forests, and the whistling sound is far away.

The tall monster dragged the bloody corpse of a female sentry out of the woods with its huge bony claws—if Brando would have recognized it here, the huntress from the mountain people he had met once in the afternoon.

But now it also turned into a lifeless corpse, the monster's empty chest made a clicking sound, the orange flames in its eyes flickered, and it was a little dissatisfied with the black knight's understatement.

"It's not your turn to teach me a lesson, little one."

The monster's voice creaked dryly, reminiscent of clockwork that had fallen into disrepair.

It straightened up and threw the corpse down.

The dead mercenary fell into a bush like a puppet, and the crackling sound of the branches snapping stretched thirty-four feet away.

However, it was too far away from the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment's camp to make it difficult to reach that far - especially on windy nights.

The black knight still frowned and glanced at his companion - he saw a group of ghostly blue, glowing translucent spiders squeak and swoop down from the canopy............ with a soft 'snap' sound.

Brando was stunned for a moment, and looked at the card that had fallen out of his pocket and was lying on the ground, and the card had turned gray - it was the Wind Spirit Spider, which had entered the graveyard.

But instead of feeling heartache for the first time, he picked up the card, was stunned, and immediately raised his head and extinguished the oil lamp.

It was pitch black, and the furthest light outside the tent was a hundred feet away.

So fast.

He had a feeling of being caught off guard.

In the evening, the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment chose this camp in a sheltered mountain pass.

Brando suggested to 'Maned Wolf Macaro' that it would be better for the two of them to be a little further apart, so as not to suspect each other, and Makaro and Buga readily agreed, although slightly surprised.

Brando didn't trust them, and they couldn't trust the young man's subordinates, so the two sides came to a consensus very unanimously.

However, Macaro would never have expected that Brando wanted to use this reason to escape in the middle of the night.

The young man came out of his tent as his skin shrank slightly from the cold air, and while the mountains of Chablis were soaked in scorching heat and heat throughout the long day, the temperature in the canyon plummeted at night, and travelers would be cold if they did not prepare a tent or sleeping bag.

Then he glanced left and right, and several shadowy figures in the distance couldn't escape his perception - although Brando had no professional training, the perception of 3.7 energy levels was equivalent to those who were gifted enough to hear the sound of a needle tipping falling a hundred meters away in the silent night.

He thought to himself that Macaro was only suspicious of them, and had no ill will towards them.

After making sure that there was no one else near, he cautiously came out.

The young man was now fully armed, wearing nail armor, carrying a qiē of necessary weapons and tools, and a backpack with the necessary water and food in one hand.

Then he approached a tent not far away and patted it on the cloth, and after a few seconds or so, a curious voice came from inside: "Brando?" "Roman, why are you here!" Brando had a black thread, and he repeatedly confirmed that it was indeed Antitina's tent.

"What a surprise!" Miss Merchant's little smug laughed in the tent.

"Surprise you."

Brando looked back angrily and saw Antitina pulling her hair out of Roman's tent, her face was a little apologetic, but Brando knew that Roman would not care what other people thought if he had any ideas.

He sighed and apologized to the noble lady, "I'm sorry for you......" Antitina was stunned.

A light smile immediately appeared on the nobleman's daughter's face, she glanced at the tent behind Brando, and she spoke, "I can see that you really like Miss Roman, my lord. ”

She said in the shape of her mouth.

Brando nodded.

He had the temperament of a merchant lady, and not only because he felt affection for such a girl with such an unrestrained temperament, and this affection probably came from Brando's soul.

On the other hand, Miss Roman was the first close person he met when he came to this world, and he had a special affection for her.

What's more, this businesswoman is smart and carefree, and few people will not like her.

Although Brando is only nineteen years old in this life, the two souls in his body determine that he is no longer the shy young man, he knows what he should pursue and what responsibilities he should pay.

He opened the corner of the tent door, and sure enough, he saw the eldest merchant lady behind him looking at him with a smirk.

"Ready?" He asked.

Roman and Antitina both nodded.

Brando raised his head, as if in response to his movements, and more than a dozen figures came out of the dozen or so tents around him.

Without talking to each other, they began to quietly put away their tents, and although the mercenaries were heavily armed and their belts were covered with weapons of all kinds of metal, they did not make a sound between their movements.

It was the first time Antitina had seen Brando's 'summoned from cards' men, but a flash of amazement soon flashed in her bright eyes: where did he find a group of well-trained mercenaries? The mercenaries of Lubis were able to leave a later fame in the long river of history, and naturally it was not in vain.

The creatures summoned by the Destiny Card symbolize a collection of concepts, which means that these twelve mercenaries are the group of 'heroic spirits' that best reflect the merits of the Lubis mercenaries, loyalty, honor, high morale, discipline, and not afraid of death and pain like real creatures, they are probably the best soldiers in this world.

Unfortunately, Brando thinks the number is still too small.

But even that was enough to leave Antitina speechless.

She soon couldn't help but touch her cheek, and then looked at Brando, as if she was dreaming - this aristocratic daughter had no contact with mercenaries, and the nobles would deal with these guys more or less because of their own estate, of course, except for those ruffians and scum, most mercenaries were more or less connected with the military.

But that's about it.

Antitina has ever seen the best mercenary than the gray wolf mercenary group that has been getting along with her for the past few days, and the team brought out by 'Maned Wolf' Macaro is naturally not an ordinary person, but compared to the twelve people in Brando's hands, it is simply a cloud and mud difference.

The mercenary's inherent casualness was not visible to these people, and they seemed to have something that was hard to see in mercenaries—the girl frowned, she couldn't be sure for a moment what it was.

But then it struck her mind that the difference was - pride and honor.

She took a breath, few mercenaries who fought to make a living would always maintain a sense of sacred honor for their profession, which was more akin to the honor of a knight.

She couldn't help but look at Brando again, and suddenly decided that these people were not mercenaries at all, but retainers that the young man had brought out of the family.

The more she thought about it, the more sure she became.

The young nobleman broke away from the family and broke out of his own world, which was like the plot described in the legend.

So much so that when she first heard Brando say this, she still had a little yearning - after all, anyone has a yearning for romance and adventure in their hearts.

Even Antitina, who received the most orthodox education since childhood, is no exception.

The story of a young self-made knight who eventually lays down a fortune is an irresistible temptation for a girl of her age who has received such an education.

But now it seems that the lord is not entirely self-made - she is as surprised as if she has discovered a little secret, and she is certainly not discouraged by it.

On the contrary, the noblewoman's heart was relieved - she convinced herself that this at least showed that Brando was prepared, and that he was not the kind of stunned young knight who acted blindly and wanted only to emulate the ancients.

However, Brando clearly didn't expect his subordinates to have so many associations just by seeing a group of 'card soldiers' under him.

Of course, if he knew what Antitina was thinking at the moment, he would definitely find a way to come back a few more times, so that he might easily gather a large number of loyal retainers.

But he didn't have the heart to care about that at the moment.

He soon found himself in a little trouble.

The twelve Lubis mercenaries quickly packed up the camp here, but when they gathered together and were about to wait for the next order, Brando suddenly noticed two figures in the distance walking from the direction of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group's camp.

He immediately frowned, he could already see one of the two figures walking by—it was a white-haired young man, Reddy.

Brando immediately wondered if the other party was aware of the movement, but he immediately suppressed the suspicion, as the two men were clearly not walking towards them.

He calculated the other party's route, which should be between their camp and the camp of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, and he was slightly stunned - these two guys want to go outside the camp? Mole? Brando immediately thought of a possibility.