―― "I didn't expect my lord's swordsmanship to be so superb."

Antitina praised unreservedly as she walked. The only time she had a chance to see Brando go all out was at the underground auction in Braggs, but that time she was so busy running for his life that she didn't have time to pay attention to how Brando was dealing with the Zombie Captain.

The footsteps of the three men crossed the hollow hallway of the inn within the rock wall, and a series of empty noises continued forward until the dark end of the corridor. The innkeeper had carved holes in the rock wall to let in the light, and looking ahead, the natural light cast a pale, faint spot on the dark, dim floor at intervals.

"yes, Brando has always been very good." Roman added with a slight smugness, her eyes narrowed - with a bit of natural charm. The businessman's eldest lady glanced back at Brando, and smiled, seeing the latter's heart skip a beat, and subconsciously worried that the eldest lady was brewing some strange thoughts.

This fear was not unfounded, and Roman had nothing to do with peace before leaving the Forest Capital, first visiting the local nobles by posing as merchants of the Chamber of Commerce, surveying the market, and then secretly seeking a map from the Brotherhood of Thieves to buy a map from Makitan to Chablis - which was not unbridled, since in this day and age it was necessary to risk a gallows to draw a map privately.

Of course, this matter was kept secret from Brando from the beginning, if it weren't for the fact that the eldest lady had never been able to hide words in front of him, it is estimated that he still wouldn't know that she was secretly doing these small actions alone. Possession of maps, impersonation of nobles, forgery of documents and documents - Brando thought that he had defied the laws of this ancient country enough, but he did not expect that Miss Merchant had not paid any attention to the black-covered kingdom code from the beginning.

Of course, Brando suspected that she didn't even know there was such a thing as a codex.

But Roman was cautious and cautious outside, shrewd like a little fox, and didn't show any wind at all. It wasn't that Brando had found out that she was secretly counting money in the carriage alone, and she didn't know that the dead girl had made a small amount of money with the help of these illegal means—her pocket money.

Of course, Brando had warned her sternly about this, but Miss Merchant, who humbly accepted and then hummed and agreed, I guess only Martha could tell how much she listened.

"What are you thinking?" Brando couldn't help but ask.

"Nope." Roman hurriedly shook his head as if it were something.

"Why aren't you so nervous?" Brando's suspicions involuntarily deepened, and he asked angrily.

"Are you nervous, Brando?" Roman touched his little face and asked curiously with wide eyes.

"Don't worry about it, your trick is useless to me, little Roman."

"No, don't call me that......" The merchant girl raised her eyebrows, but immediately rolled her eyes again: "Brando, can I go out for a walk alone?" ”

"Of course not."

Brando flatly refused, not because he was afraid that the beautiful town of Chablis would be plagued by this eldest lady, but because he had other considerations. Today he fought Buga in full view of everyone, and used his masterful swordsmanship to intimidate everyone present, even if Macaro the "Maned Wolf" could no longer say anything - but this was only a superficial phenomenon, and after the warrior's blood faded, Brando felt that his thoughts became clear again.

In the past, it was common for a single mercenary or adventurer to join an unfamiliar mercenary group while traveling, but in fact anyone could get into trouble while traveling and have to rely on the help of others.

Although Article 314 of the Mercenary Statute rarely appears in formal agreements, in fact, it is not uncommon for such individuals to merge into strange groups. Because they nominally act with the group, in fact, they still do their own things and take precautions, so they don't really mean much other than helping each other.

Therefore, the provisions that the mercenary group can put forward a test for the joiner are actually just empty words in many cases. Therefore, the abnormal behavior of the 'maned wolf' Makaro and Buga this afternoon seems to have another hidden meaning.

Brando could even clearly see in the eyes of the middle-aged man who was standing with Buga that he had a strong suspicion of himself, but was this suspicion necessary?

He was a little confused.

Then I couldn't help but think of the scene I encountered outside in the afternoon, judging from the words and deeds of the young man named Eco, this mercenary group's action to suppress bandits this time did not seem to be as simple as imagined. It's just that they have another purpose, or they are in trouble, and that's what Brando wants to figure out.

He didn't want these mercenaries to be the same thing as himself, and that would be a big problem.

Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but frown deeply.

"Brando, what's wrong?" Roman blinked: "Are you mad at me?" ”

"Of course not." Brando glared at her, knowing that the eldest lady was not afraid that she would be angry, but simply had nothing to say. Then he turned back and asked, "Antitina, what kind of mercenary group did they say they were here just now?" ”

He suddenly remembered something, and it was a new problem for him.

"Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment."

"Gray wolf?"

"What, what's the problem?" Antitina asked.

"Nothing," Brando replied casually, then muttered to himself, "...... Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, Gray Wolf? "Shouldn't it be the Shanmu Blue Mercenary Group, the 'Maned Wolf' Makaro should be this person. That's right, that middle-aged man is exactly the same as in the description, and it shouldn't be wrong. But why is the name of the mercenary group different?

Could it be that something has happened in history?

He raised an eyebrow, there was also a possibility that the mercenary group would change its name, but in this field, changing the name was not a trivial matter. Not to mention that it is necessary to file with the adventurer's union under the Flame Temple, this is a tedious and huge project. Under normal circumstances, the declaration is unlikely to be successful, unless there is a huge change.

A big change?

Brando looked up, looking at the light that cast on the ground from the hole in the stone window in front of him, and his dark brown eyes changed in color.

……

"How?"

The red-haired middle-aged man touched the scar on his face and turned back to ask.

Standing on a high place, the feeling of the cool breeze on his face was pleasant, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes and stare at the town of Chablis below. The town resembles a man-made hill, with winding staircases cascading up the hillside that rises one step at a time.

The name 'Maned Wolf' Makaro has been known in mercenary circles for almost six or seven years, and it was a name he left behind when he first entered the industry. It means that he is brave and ruthless, and he does not want to die when he fights, like a fierce wolf. Because in the mountains south of Eruin, the head wolf is also called the silver-maned wolf, hence the name.

"Huh." Buga put his hand on his forehead and smiled: "That kid's military swordsmanship is amazing, almost at the level of a master, and he is the ...... in the army."

He suddenly coughed: "You know what I said, if you want to talk about the talent and attainments of swordsmanship, I am not as good as him." The young man named Brando was a true genius, born for swords, and I found it hard to believe that a person could have such a deep understanding of swordsmanship at this age. You know, I can't even let go of my hands in front of him-"

He smiled: "Before I met Young Master Eco, I never believed that there were geniuses in this world, and people could get to that point by personal dedication and sweat. However, after meeting Young Master Eco, especially after today's events, I feel more and more that I have made a mistake. ”

With that, he smiled with his white teeth.

"You're comparing him to Young Master Eco?" Macaro looked back, the scar on his cheek rumored to have been from a battle with the Children of the Night. But those who knew him well understood that in fact Macaro had this wound on his face long before he became a mercenary: "I didn't see that young man of this level. ”

"That's why you're the commander and I'm the swordsman."

"So, you think highly of him, huh?"

"Yes, but that young man reminds me of an acquaintance."

"Who?"

"A rigid guy. Forget about that, I'm going to say that I don't think this young man is an undercover agent from Solitaire. Buga said: "It has long been known that they want such excellent reserve talents on their side. ”

Macaro shook his head and smiled: "It's hard to say, this season is too sensitive. I don't believe that 'Solitaire' is here just to grab a mission with us, Chablis is just a small town with little oil and water, and it can be so attractive? ”

"You've said that, don't you, do you think they have other plans?" Buga turned around and asked.

"Not bad."

What are they trying to do? The lizardmen bandits have another mystery, or is it? ”

"I don't know, but Eco has been unusual in the last few days," Macaro closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "It worries me a little. I can't let a bunch of ill-intentioned guys follow us all the time, and this last mission was the same group of people who were obstructing us, and this time I'm going to do it once and for all. ”

Buga glanced at him.

"The master agreed?"

Makaro nodded, then shook his head again: "The master didn't say anything. ”

"How about waiting?"

"Can't wait any longer, the tree herdsman is catching up again, don't you notice?" The maned wolf replied to the wind, "In three days at most, we will be gone." ”

"What about the young man?"

"Let him follow."

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