Scene 140 Wen Yan’s Hope (2)

Brando said nothing after leaving Baron Grudin's castle. Although he walked out of the castle gate like a king: no one dared to stop him wherever he passed, even the most loyal knights only dared to press their hands for a long time. The swords spread out to both sides cautiously. But there was no joy in the young man's heart. His hand held his scabbard tightly - as if the sword was still there - and the scabbard rattled due to excessive force.

Yes, but he still gave in.

He was not afraid of the combined power of Madara and Baron Grudin and retreated, but Akane's pleading eyes moved him. Just like he could never become Macaro, he could not ignore Sanford and the other Gray Wolf mercenaries staying in the courtyard because of his anger.

He understood that that was the girl's only relative and sustenance in this world. She has the right to do so.

But even though he understood it, he still felt depressed and angry in his heart.

Especially when even Antitina politely objected——

The young man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

What he wanted to resist was Eruin's corrupt rules, but he found despondently that he didn't have the ability at all now - he didn't even have the support - he knew that Antitina wanted him to integrate into this rule, who Although the noble daughter did not say it clearly, she did not hide her true thoughts.

Indeed, this was a better choice for him.

But is this possible?

Brando never thought that there would be a day when he would give up his claim. If he retreated, he would give up everything. Therefore, he has no way to retreat. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire ahead, he must be irreconcilable with Grudin.

Therefore, even though he knew that Madara's undead had already sided with Count Jean Denel, he had to choose this way. He has already stated his position, and all the rest can only be left to time to prove.

Brando pursed his lips and crossed the castle's suspension bridge without saying a word. However, with the afternoon breeze, a pungent smell of blood penetrated directly into his nose - and then he heard an exclamation from behind, which was Antitina's voice.

Brando raised his head subconsciously, but at that moment, the young man froze. The familiar street in front of him seemed to be stretched infinitely in his sight. The long street stretched to the end of the horizon. There was no one on the street, but rows of brand-new crosses were erected on the street——

Rows of crosses hung with bloody corpses.

Most of those corpses were dressed in the costumes of adventurers and mercenaries.

There are also some that you can tell as soon as you see them are poor people from the outer city. There were both men and women, but now only lifeless bodies were left.

Brando remembers that in Warnd's classical days, local lords would hang the bodies of robbers on crosses as a warning to those who continued in the business.

But at this moment, who does Baron Grudin want to warn?

It was not only a warning to him, but also a warning to the adventurers and mercenaries in the city who were ready to take action. Baron Grudin was using this incident to tell these outsiders who was the master of this land.

Blood warning.

"very good--"

Brando took a deep breath and turned back almost immediately. But he gritted his teeth and finally endured it, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure flashing across the street.

It's him?

Brando's heart moved and he immediately chased after him.

He chased him around the corner of the street and into an alley. The familiar blue-grey color came into view. The young lord just hesitated for a moment, but the other party had already spoken:

"Brando...sir, right?" The young man in a gray robe looked at him and asked indifferently.

Brando recognized that this was the string wizard apprentice who had met him in the morning. He was deeply impressed by him and would not forget it easily.

He nodded.

The young man did not speak immediately, and both of them fell into silence. However, although the other party's thin face was indifferent, the silent anger could be seen in his eyes.

After a short silence, the young man finally spoke again: "I remember, sir, you once asked, do I want revenge?" The thin young man looked at him with an unchanged expression and replied: "If I tell you now, I think--"

He raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Sir, can you show me a way?"

Brando was silent.

"This is also what other people in the city think. The mercenaries and adventurers have already formed a feud with Baron Grudin." The young man stared at him and continued: "If you are willing, sir, we are willing to serve you." ——”

The two were only ten meters apart, but Brando shook his head: "I still have the same question, do you want revenge?"

The young man was startled.

He hesitated and nodded.

"Then live well," Brando looked at him and replied, "I promise you, but not now."

"grown ups?"

Brando stopped talking. He turned around and walked out of the alley, just in time to see other people catching up behind him. However, facing the young man's gloomy face and the endless suppressed anger in his body, Hu Que, Sanfude and others who did not know the truth of the matter only looked at each other in confusion.

Young people passed by them.

"Brando." Only the businesswoman stopped him.

Roman held her small bag in both hands and stood behind him; she looked at the latter's face questioningly with her dark brown eyes, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Are you angry?"

Brando was slightly startled. He didn't want to say anything more, but he couldn't get angry when he saw the face of the business lady. He could only sigh and pat the girl's cheek gently.

"Thank you," he said.

"Hey," Roman was startled for a moment, then frowned and pushed his hand away - and asked curiously, "But I haven't said anything yet -"

"Didn't Antitina ask you to come?"

"how do you know?"

Brando sighed again and shook his head. He turned his head to the other side, and sure enough he saw the noble girl holding up her skirt and catching up quickly.

"Are you angry with me?" Antitina looked up at him and asked in a low voice, "Lord?"

"You did nothing wrong, Antitina." Brando replied in a deep voice.

"But you are still angry, my lord."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Antitina, it's like you know that things in this world are not as simple as black and white -"

"You said it very well. As the highest commander on the southern border of Eruin, Count Denel is so powerful that he can be said to be a prince. His private army can make all those who resist him tremble, even those who are real The big shots only dare to secretly curse their opponent. Not to mention the little ants in our profession who still have nothing."

Brando shook his head, looked at the girl and replied: "It can even be said that if the big man sneezes, the road ahead for us will become dangerous and full of thorns. If we are not careful, we will be wiped out. .”

"but?"

Antitina asked seriously.

"But -" Brando nodded: "These are not reasons for me to grovel. If accepting Grudin's gift with a false smile counts as having a strong heart, then I would rather choose iron and blood, fire and sword path of."

"do you understand?"

Brando pressed his non-existent sword and flicked his fingers slightly: "You asked me why before, Antitina. The answer is very simple - no why, because I am Brando."

He turned back and glanced at Little Roman: "It's Brando from Butchi."

The businesswoman immediately winked at him playfully, and the two of them seemed to be connected.

Antitina was slightly speechless. She was stunned for a moment before reacting: "However, we may be able to choose a more sensible approach. I can understand your thoughts, sir, but there is a saying among nobles - there is no death for the dead. The right to object!”

"Now we have to face not only Baron Grudin, but also the Gendenel family, and Madara, sir, you-" She bit her lip, although she felt the pain in her chest due to Brando's words. Something was ignited and burning, but the dark eyes were still full of worry.

"That's my business, Antitina," Brando replied calmly: "It doesn't matter whether it's Grudin, Count Jean Denel, or even Madara's army of the undead."

He looked again at Baron Grudin's towering castle.

"Since we have to face it sooner or later, I'll be waiting for you at any time——"

He dropped these words and turned around to leave.

The red-haired girl with a long ponytail who was following the team at a distance moved slightly when she saw this scene - she looked at Brando's back and tightened the spear in her hand.

The noble daughter also looked at the young man's back with concern, her eyes flashing with a strange admiration. But because of this, she became more and more worried that this outstanding young man would do something radical on impulse. After all, it is an obvious fact that their current strength is far from enough to compete with each other. Sometimes, everything can be solved without confidence.

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With a 'clang', a white porcelain ornament from the Anson era was smashed into pieces.

Shortly after Brando and his party left, Baron Grudin angrily threw something in his study. There are only three people left in the room at the moment - Kabasi and Roscoe have already retired. As undead, they naturally cannot stay in the castle for a long time. Secretly forming an alliance with Madara is not a trivial matter. Of course, the consequences of leaking it may be It was neither painful nor itchy for Count Jean Denel.

However, due to the collusion of the undead, this reputation may not sound good when it spreads.

At this moment, the only ones left around Grudin were his two male favorites. Because of this, he could vent his anger without any scruples. "Viscount Gunstine, Viscount Gunstine, these Yankees are going too far!" The Baron was almost in a state of hysteria. He had never suffered such humiliation since he was a child.

If the other party was not really too strong, he would definitely leave the heads of those guys behind at this moment. Even if it means starting a war with another family, he will not hesitate. Although his father, Count Jean Denel, may have some difficulties to explain, Grudin, who was in a rage, could not care so much at the moment.

After seeing him take a few breaths, one of the male favorites dared to come up and ask in a low voice: "Sir, the other party has already left the castle, why don't we just kill them -"

(PS. I have been stuck in my heart for several days, and it is difficult to write. I have been in retreat for several days, and finally the idea came to my mind today. The strong man broke through the barrier, and his eyes suddenly became clear. I hope the eunuch trolls can go away.) (To be completed. Continued, if you want to know what happened, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)