Reddy and the people around him were getting closer and closer, two slender figures like ghosts floating in the forest.

Everyone stopped and looked in that direction.

Antitina looked down and counted, her face changed, and she immediately looked up at Brando, her black jewel-like eyes were full of anxiety - their camp was in a clearing in the woods, and at this moment the mercenaries of Rubis had already put away their tents, even if the other party was just passing by the edge of the forest, they would definitely notice the anomaly.

"Rest easy."

But Brando stared in that direction and just replied.

Although most of the people present may not understand what this 'rest easy' means, they unconsciously calm down at the moment - Brando raised his hand, and the calm and calm expression on his face made people feel certain, which gave the others a clear hint that there was no need to act rashly.

Antitina opened her mouth slightly.

'Lubis's mercenaries', as Brando's summons, take the execution of the brigade mage's orders as their first duty, even if there is a cliff in front of Brando, they will not hesitate to let them move forward, let alone this small request.

But in the eyes of the nobles' daughters, these veterans, who seemed to have been battle-hardened and should have been extremely proud, were silenced because of a small gesture by Brando, and the forbidden Cheng dù made people look sideways.

No one spoke.

She subconsciously held her breath, not even daring to take a breath.

The wind howled overhead in the valley, and the wind rushed from the southern mountain passes, like an invisible hand through the branches, and the leaves of the top layer of the canopy rustled.

The dancing branches made the dim starlight change, and the staggered light and shadow fell on Reddy's face, making the white-haired young man's face look somewhat gloomy.

He and his companion walked through an open thicket, and the two men did not seem as cautious as Brando had expected, and it could be said that they did not care about the 'crackling' sound of stepping on the broken branches.

Brando suddenly remembered one thing, that is, Macaro probably didn't tell too many people that their camp was in this direction, which meant that Reddy probably didn't know that the two of them were approaching Brando's group.

"Don't 'Maned Wolves' want to get in trouble either?" Brando thought to himself.

There are less than a hundred feet.

Brando believed that if the guy walked to the edge of the forest, he would find an anomaly here.

When the time comes, as long as he insists that it is because he is not worried about his own group, then they are really at a loss, although these two guys seem very suspicious at the moment, but presumably Macaro would rather believe that his own team members are.

He was just as nervous in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

The young man looked to the side, and the mercenary named 'Tiger Sparrow' was also questioning him with his gaze - he was the leader of this line of mercenaries, and he seemed to have put together the concept of a mercenary leader - sophisticated and wise.

The meaning of this old mercenary is very clear: do you want to preemptively 'do out' the other party? But do it? Easier said than done.

This is a very common option for mercenaries.

Brando, however, struggled.

Although it was not the first time he had killed someone, this time was different.

In Songburg, where there is no room for life or death, Brando is not pedantic enough to ignore the threat of others to his own life.

But in the end, half of his bones still come from the soul of civilized society, and he still instinctively resists if he does not hesitate to kill just for a suspicion.

It's just that he doesn't understand that indecision is a taboo for people in this position.

He closed his eyes and took a breath.

Is it to obey the will of this world and completely sever one's ties with the past? Or do you want to stick to the last trace of the bottom line? He is Brando, but he also has the mark of Sophie in his soul, and if he denies this, then he is denying the past qiē.

Maybe that reality was originally a mirror.

Otherwise, how could I be in this world at this moment - Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou, who can say clearly? But the memory of the world that belongs to the past is so profound, and the joys and sorrows at a certain point in time in the past seem to be engraved on the memories of yesterday, how can it be denied? If the memories of the past are cut off, then what is the point of his efforts now.

If a person loses his soul, should he still be called a human being?

Even if it is, I'm afraid it's not the same one.

For a moment, chaotic thoughts filled his thoughts, but they were like a sharp sword cutting through all the knots in an instant.

He opened his eyes like the king of the Macedonians, and with a clear look in his eyes, he found his answer.

"Your Excellency?" Antitina keenly saw through Brando's hesitation on the side, and she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

She had thought that such a decision was a matter of course for a young nobleman like Brando, who was decisive, and that there was no need to consider it at all.

It was the rules of the game between the nobles - Brando heard the girl's inquiry and glanced back at her.

The aristocratic daughter couldn't help but be stunned again, she didn't think that Brando would show such a look - self-deprecating, relaxed but with a hint of regret? She didn't know where the young knight's compassionate gaze came from, or when Eruin's cold-blooded nobleman would be like this.

Crocodile tears, perhaps, but it doesn't seem necessary.

Or do the Highland Knights of Karasu still follow those ancient precepts to this day? Brando felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds when he raised his hand, but when he put it down, it was extremely relaxed: "Get ready."

But if you can, try to just knock out.

I don't want to completely turn my face with Macaro the maned wolf. ”

He commanded in an imperceptible voice.

He didn't know if he would be seen as a fool by others, but if he didn't, he would be a fool.

The mercenaries of Lubis nodded in unison, as summoned creatures, they had no right to judge or question their lord's decision.

It's just that there is still a trace of pity in the eyes of the 'tiger sparrow', and if you want to do it once and for all, you still have to choose a more decisive approach.

Antitina on the side let out a sigh of relief.

The girl's eyelashes moved, and she couldn't help but look at Brando with a new look.

For the first time, she discovered that the young lord she was following, who was almost the same age as her peers, seemed to have some qualities that she didn't know about.

She said she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but it seemed like a trait that didn't seem out of place in this old world, and for some reason - she didn't feel unnatural in the slightest.

On the contrary, for the first time in a long time, this young girl from an aristocratic family felt at ease.

Seventy feet.

"Brando."

At this time, Roman called out a little nervously on the side.

Brando was stunned, but still whispered, "Don't make a sound." ”

Miss Merchant thought for a moment, then nodded.

Lubis' mercenaries were all in place, and as soon as Reddy and the other approached the edge of the glade, they swarmed up.

Twelve experienced soldiers with the strength of the Black Iron Midstream, they are fully sure that they will contain the opponent before they have time to react.

Still, Brando was a little instinctively nervous, and he couldn't afford to waste a little time here because there might be a strong enemy outside the forest.

But to his immediate surprise, Reddy and the man next to him were about to step out of the bushes when they slowly stopped.

What did they find? Brando's eyelids jumped, and he almost immediately ordered his mercenaries to press it down, but he stubbornly suppressed his impulsive thoughts.

Attacking at this distance could have messed up the whole plan, as it was so far away and separated by a small bush in between.

He slowly calmed down, and it didn't look like the white-haired kid had noticed what was going on.

He glanced back, and the mercenaries of Lubis were as calm as ever, except for the heartless Miss Roman, who was still looking around, but Antitina turned pale with fright, as if her heart was about to stop pumping blood.

He looked back again, but was stunned again - he was surprised to find that Reddy had not only stopped, but also turned to talk to his companion.

It's just that they are at least twenty meters away from the edge of the woods, and the glade is at least fifty meters away, nearly a hundred meters away, and even with Brando's perceptual ability, they can only occasionally catch one or two keywords.

The white-haired young man didn't speak loudly, and he looked up in the direction of the camp from time to time, as if he was concerned about something.

But soon, the conversation between the two became intense.

It turned into an argument, and although most of the people on this side could not hear the conversation clearly, it was clear from their hand movements that neither side seemed to be able to convince the other.

When he realized that the other party was not coming from this side, Brando couldn't help but feel a little depressed for a while, thinking to himself in the middle of the night, didn't you two just quarrel for coming out? So can you change places when you are tired?

Unfortunately, Reddy obviously couldn't hear what was going on in Brando's mind, instead, their voices gradually raised a bit.

Brando could barely make out the words 'Eco......', 'Chablis ......', and 'Necklace ......', and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

That young man named Eco is still in Chablis? It seems that Reddy knows this, and there is no reason why Macaro the 'Maned Wolf' can't help but think about it.

However, he still didn't understand why the white-haired young man would come out in the middle of the night to discuss an issue that had nothing to do with the current 'plot mission'.

He couldn't help but look up, his gaze through the gap between the leaves above him, and the blood star had appeared in the middle of the sky—this star was the most punctual way to keep time in Eruin's summer night, which meant that it was almost midnight.

(PS. I didn't pass it last night, but it was dropped again, and recently it has become the norm to drop the line, and you have to scold Chengdu Telecom. Also, do I have any integrity and don't need a thief to comment. I'm x, stealing something and I'm going to get it ready for you, I owe you.) V