Deathly silence.

"Daddy—"

The silence was broken by the abrupt shouts of the crowd, the voices childish and full of tension.

The woman hastily covered the little boy's mouth, and she raised her head and looked at the approaching noble cavalry with a pleading gaze. The face of the man on the horse was full of deliberate surprise and surprise, but he couldn't hide the disdain that flashed in his dark eyes.

"You know this guy?"

The man licked his lips and pointed his spear at the bloodied corpse on the ground. The companions of the noble cavalry surrounded them, like a pack of wolves that smelled blood.

The woman hugged her child and shook her head helplessly with tears in her eyes.

"Let go of that little thing and let him speak." The man said as he ruffled the woman's hair with the tip of his spear.

The woman hugged her tighter, as if she were holding her most important treasure for fear of losing it; The people around him showed unbearable looks in their eyes, but they stayed away a little.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"My lord, please let him go, he's still young." The woman sobbed and pleaded.

The noble cavalry snorted very disdainfully: "Slut." He raised his spear, only to find a woman with a longbow with her arms outstretched in front of him.

"Huh?" The man's fleshy face was stunned.

Brando also secretly let go of the fingers on the hilt of the sword, recognizing that it was the young men who had come forward to distribute the food.

"Enough, what is it to bully a woman!" The female archer who stopped the noble cavalry said angrily: "I am the daughter of the squire, I order you to stop now!" ”

"Oh?" The noble cavalry was slightly stunned, then turned back to his companion and said, "Hey, this little girl is a nobleman!" What do you say? ”

The cavalrymen chuckled lowly.

"What kind of nobleman is your father?" The man asked, lifting his chin disdainfully. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

When he asked, the female archer's companion had already realized that it was not good, "Falla, be careful! "A swordsman with a great sword and heavy armor stepped out of the crowd, but it was a little late. The aristocratic cavalry led by him plunged his spear into the woman's lower abdomen.

The suddenness of the turn of events made the female archer unaware of the fact that she had dared to do so, and she snorted in disbelief as she watched as the blood gushed from the wound in her lower abdomen—and the ensuing pain overwhelmed her. The woman staggered and lost her strength, fell to her knees in a pool of blood, and it seemed that she would not survive.

The man withdrew his spear indifferently, as if he had done something not trivial; At the same time, the noble cavalry behind him took their longbows from their horses and fired at the adventurers in the crowd. For a while, there was a rain of arrows, and more than a dozen adventurers in the crowd and civilians fell down together.

The noble cavalry did not care whether they injured the innocent or not, and they drove the crowd away from them as quickly as possible to avoid a surprise attack.

"Falla!" The swordsman with the great sword was in a daze, and he swept the arrow that was fired at him, but before he could say anything, one of his companions was also shot and fell.

"You bastards!"

The swordsman broke up the crowd with a roar of rage, and slashed at the man in the lead. The rider raised his spear to block the swordsman's great sword, and shouted coldly in the gap between the brackets: "Whoever dares to make a move is an enemy of the lord!" ”

The restless crowd fell silent for a moment.

However, the swordsman did not say a word, and another sword swept towards the opponent's horse's leg. But the rider simply stabbed the spear downward, and then swept it outwards to smash the great sword in the swordsman's hand, and then he crossed the spear and struck the opponent in the head, stabbing the opponent in the neck.

The strength of the upstream of the black iron against the downstream is almost one-sided.

But the noble cavalryman with a meaty face suddenly felt a numbness in his hands, as if a great force came from the spear, and he almost couldn't grasp it steadily; There was a metallic clash, and the spear that stabbed at the swordsman was already deflected to one side, staggering with the latter's neck.

"Who-!" The man was furious, and he turned around, only to see a young man in a pitch-black trench coat, a collar flower, a white shirt, and a pair of white gloves not far away, retracting his longbow.

Then the other party raised his head and looked at him coldly on the horse.

The scene is quiet.

Antitina, Sanfud, Tigerfinch, and Akane all looked back at their lord in amazement, for in their minds Brando was not a troublemaker. But Brando knew in his heart that he was not blind to this qiē, but whether he had gone beyond the bottom of his heart.

Roman looked at the man who had brought him out of Butch with interest on the side, as if admiring this qiē from one side, and she faintly felt that only this moment belonged to the real Brando; Perhaps, in a sense, she could understand some of Brando's thoughts and qualities, because the two of them seemed to be equally detached from the world.

It's like from the moment Ridenberg fled with those refugees, Miss Merchant understood. Her own Brando is a real knight, Brando who charges, Brando who leads grapefruit, Brando who kills her, and Brando, who is very fierce to her.

She loved every single one.

Everyone looked back, as if their vision had stretched for that moment, and their vision expanded, and the young man in a black trench coat on the horse became the center of the whole street. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

The fleshy man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was shocked to see the well-armed guards beside Brando.

As aristocratic private soldiers, they are not really in sight, compared to the noble lady who may not have suffered any setbacks before, of course, in his mind, what can a little jazz daughter represent here? Countless people die every day, and a small nobleman, dare to go to the Baron to seek justice? However, the young man in front of him is obviously different, ordinary people don't bring so many retinues when they travel, and the guards around him are not weak, including the elite Shui Wei in the Eruin army.

I'm afraid it's not an ordinary aristocratic heir.

The man did not dare to be slack, and was busy with his spear. He cautiously asked, "Your Excellency?" As he said this, the noble cavalrymen stood in a group, their longbows outstretched to aim at the others around them, and the cold light on the arrows calmed all the hot-headed.

"Let them go." Brando didn't look at these archers, but said coldly, just kidding, with Akane and Tiger Sparrow by his side, it would be ridiculous to let him or the people around him get arrowed.

What's more, his own strength is not weak, and after parting with the Silver Elf Song Legion, the reward of perfect plot experience came as scheduled. More than 200,000 experiences seemed to be pies falling from the sky, directly smashing his mercenary level to level twenty-five; After the character level thirty-two, his strength and physique have exceeded 70, and his dexterity has also exceeded the 40 mark, and his overall strength has entered the upper reaches of the silver water. It's just that to reach the first level of gold involves the realization of the elements, not only the improvement of the physical element, but also the requirements for perception, Brando calculated the average, he estimated that if he wanted to break through the peak of silver and enter the palace of gold, it would be possible at least until the overall level reached about level forty.

However, even if it is only a silver upstream, it is enough to kill ten in and ten out of these noble cavalry, and no one can beat it.

So he didn't bother to talk nonsense with this guy at all, if it weren't for Baron Grudin's back, he would have slashed these noble cavalry that were inferior to beasts a hundred meters away with a sword right now.

"This lord, it's not easy for us to say that," Brando's indifference confirmed the guess of the noble cavalry, and the fierce looking noble cavalry submissively agreed: "These people may be the same party of the robbers outside the city, let them go, we can't explain it to the baron—"

But when he said this, he chose confrontation over cooperation. After all, they killed the daughter of a minor nobleman, and if the news is brought out by the other party's companions, I'm afraid it will cause trouble.

Brando sneered: "Put away your tricks, who do you think you're talking to?" The young man pressed the hilt of his sword with one hand and stared at the other man: "I killed you like a dog, and I just apologized to that guy Grudin." If I don't kill you, I'll be selling face to that guy, but my tolerance isn't unlimited—"

After he finished speaking, he pulled out half of the cage-handled long sword, and the snow light on the blade made people's hearts chill.

The noble cavalry choked.

Brando is right, this world is such a reality, there is no difference between people's lives, there is only a difference in strength. The only difference between now and before is that the girl they killed has no way to resist, innocence is precious, but the price is so heavy.

These cold-blooded and ruthless people glanced at each other, and in the end they could only choose to show weakness. They nodded, and the man behind them finally let go of the spear that was resting around the swordsman's neck.

The swordsman seemed to be trying to resist, but a man had already rushed out of the crowd and hugged him. It was another of his companions, and Brando saw what the man was saying in his ear, and the latter finally calmed down.

He saw the shape of his mouth clearly:

"Don't cause trouble for others."

Brando sighed slightly. It's a bunch of naïve guys, but it's rare in such a world. He saw the men silently put away the bodies of their companions, then split up the crowd and came to him.

"Thank you, sir,"

The first person who thanked him was a thin young man with a pale face, long light gray hair, monocles, and a silver chain behind his ear. The young man was dressed in a blue-gray robe, and judging by the pattern on the cuffs, he was still an apprentice wizard.

String wizard? Brando thought that there were not many wizards who practiced this faction. The young man seemed polite and aloof, but there was a hint of forbearance and anger in his eyes, and Brando looked at the other companions, including a light swordsman and a feminine elemental—all with grief and anger written on their faces compared to them.

This is a character, he looked down at the polite young man, and couldn't help but think so.

"Want revenge?" He asked.

The young man was slightly stunned, and looked up at him suspiciously. Then the young wizard apprentice shook his head and left the crowd with his companion. Brando looked at Shi Fang's back, knowing that the other party would never be reconciled, but he couldn't trust himself.

However, he was a little surprised that there was such a character in such a team of naïve young people.

He turned his gaze back to the noble cavalryman. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

"This master, we've done everything that should be done, now you have to give us an explanation, right?" The leading noble cavalryman stretched out his hands to him and asked cautiously.

Brando snorted disdainfully.

"Your Excellency?" Antitina asked in a whisper.

He nodded, since he had meddled in the matter, it was necessary to go and see Baron Grudin. After all, it's on the other party's territory, otherwise it won't look so good if you are invited by force. Rather than doing this, it is better to be one step ahead, so that the other party can't figure out his details.

Baron Grudin.

Brando thought to himself.

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