Act 43 Silver Mine (4)

"You can go and try it, Maher." The boy shot back.

"Tch, now that he is alert, you have a good plan -"

"But that guy is really awesome. He seems to have been to many places." Choka said, "Although he is a foreigner, he seems to know all our rules. I was surprised!"

"Hmph," said a softer voice: "The story that guy Maher got out of an alcoholic, he just copied a set of rules. It's strange that people don't know."

Maher blushed: "Stop talking nonsense, isn't that guy very knowledgeable? Why don't you sell those fascinating things you have to him? Maybe they will like it!"

Although he said he was selling, he emphasized his tone, making it sound like he was mocking.

"I'm too lazy to deal with a vulgar guy like you, you don't know the goods!"

"That's enough, I told you, don't cause trouble." At this time, a fourth voice intervened, a girl's voice.

Brando was startled - is there really a woman coming in disguise? He couldn't help but slandered the cavalry outside, and then continued to listen:

"Yesterday we met that man at Trout in the Forest. He was with a few women. He didn't look like an adventurer at all." The girl's voice continued: "I saw him order Old John, the most expensive thing there. He doesn’t look like he’s short of money, so he’s definitely not doing anything good here.”

Brando frowned slightly, secretly complaining that he was unlucky, and finally decided to disguise himself and enter the mine as a last-minute idea after inquiring about the news, but he had long forgotten that the flaw had been exposed before that.

However, he thought it was impossible for someone to catch such a small mistake by chance, but he didn't expect that Mrs. Martha actually played a huge joke on him. The scene yesterday afternoon was actually revealed to someone. noticed.

But when he was thinking about how to deal with this matter, he heard the other party continue: "Do you want to report the news?"

Brando's heart tightened.

But I heard the weaker voice from before say: "Shh, stop talking. This has nothing to do with us. Just pretend you don't know about it. This matter is not simple. He may have an accomplice, but we don't have any." Do you want to lose your head?"

After this voice, everyone else was silent for a while.

"All right.

"Finally the guy named Maher replied: "That's it. Anyway, after this time, we will leave this place and don't cause any complications. "

Everyone nodded.

Brando also looked back. He didn't expect anyone in the group to say such insightful words. For a moment, he couldn't help but become interested in the person who spoke. However, when he looked back, those teenagers had already gone away. .

"interesting."

Brando had such an idea inexplicably.

…

The two-mile road leading to the mining area did not take long, but after entering the mine, Brando clearly felt that the surveillance around him had become tighter.

The Schafflund Silver Mine is located among mountains. Due to the mining of shallow veins, the surrounding mountain walls have been hollowed out, forming an inward concave valley. If you look inward from the mouth of the valley, you will see large tracts of red gray. With the lead-black rocks, Brando didn't recognize the silver ore, but he did recognize the sentry towers built on the surrounding mountaintops - he couldn't help but frown after taking a look at it. This terrain was very troublesome to get in and out of. , the previous attempt to lure the golden swordsman out to kill him seemed a bit unfeasible now - he had to temporarily change his plan.

He looked around and saw that the ground in the valley was relatively flat, but from here he could not see the entrance to the mine tunnel that penetrated into the ground. Instead, he could see that a semi-fortress-like building complex had been built on the outside of the valley. That should be the barracks of the local security force, and the secretary and executive adjutant appointed by Jean Denel must also be there.

Brando turned back and took a look at the mountains of slag in the valley and the mine carts everywhere. Workers were coming and going inside. Most of them were in order. There were only a few who came here for the first time like him. The person is at a loss.

However, he was not nervous. Instead, he calmed down and followed the others silently. Of course, those soldiers would not leave these people alone. He thought someone would soon join their row.

It turns out he was right.

Brando soon saw a group of patrol cavalry appearing from the side of the valley. They drove their mounts close to these people - but the cavalry in bright noble uniforms did not seem to be in the mood to waste too much time on these people. , but yelled at the top of his lungs: "Go over there and line up to get your numbers and tools—!"

After saying this, the cavalrymen immediately turned around and walked towards the people who came in behind.

Brando was left to glance at the direction the cavalry were pointing, where the mine steward was distributing tools and a wooden sign with a number on it to the workers - neither of which were allowed to be lost in the mining area. Damage. Once any of the above situations occur, heavy penalties will be incurred. Warnd in this era has no humanitarian spirit - as long as there is a legitimate or less legitimate reason here, even being beaten to death is not a big deal. things.

Even the clerk of the mining district has the power to order a person to be hanged - as long as he suspects that someone has stolen the earl's ore.

But Brando doesn't care about this, he only cares about which camp he will be assigned to. The workers naturally lived in the valley during these six days, so no matter how stingy the mine officials were, they had to build some simple, or rough, camps for these workers.

Naturally, the main building of the camp is a straw hut, which is full of all kinds of smells that are unbearable for a person from modern society. If Brando hadn't entered the golden realm, his body functions had greatly surpassed those of ordinary people, and he was even worried that he would be suffocated to the ground by the stench when he entered the dark shed.

This fear soon became a reality.

He once stood in front of the crumbling shed with a frown on his face and repeatedly compared the numbered card in his hand with the location of the shed. But in the end he was disappointed to find:

right here--

Brando's nose moved. He smelled the disgusting smell about a few feet away from the shack. At that moment, he suddenly felt that Juta, Qian and Medisa were not coming. A wise thing, but of course he made the stupidest choice.

He hesitated and couldn't help but look back - there were four such camps in this valley. He had secretly noticed before that almost all the mercenaries were dispersed - but he believed that this would not pose any trouble to those experienced warriors.

Another good news is that there are three people assigned to the same camp as him, and he has found marks outside those huts.

But whether these are good news or bad news, they cannot solve the most practical problems at present. Brando frowned in distress, and finally walked hesitantly towards the dark room - his expression at that time was not afraid of walking to the execution ground.

Of course, before entering the door, he waved his hand without any trace, and an invisible wind picked up a few stones to form a triangle on one side of the door. After he promoted the White Crow Swordsmanship to the top level, he could now send and receive it with ease.

Brando thought that this was an extremely useful swordsmanship. If he had time, he could go to Eruin's palace to work out the advanced parts. But this idea is a bit false. After all, how could Eruin’s secret palace sword be leaked out so easily——

Princess Griffin must be proficient in this swordsmanship, but what conditions must be used to make the other party willing to teach it to her is a question.

With this thought in mind, he entered the room. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but slightly cover the tip of his nose with his hand.

There was silence in the room.

Then he heard an almost inaudible voice: "Tsk, pampered aristocratic child——"

This sentence was almost silent. If it were placed in ordinary people's ears, it would be inaudible, but Brando heard it clearly.

He raised his head and saw the people in the room. Then he was immediately stunned, because this was really too much of a coincidence. It was none other than the teenagers he had met before in this room.

He first saw the young man named Qiaoka, sitting on a straw mat opposite him with a sly smile.

Then there is the guy named Maher next to him. This guy seems to be the oldest guy among these people, and also the sturdiest one-he is a head taller than Joka, and almost as tall as Brando.

Brando immediately judged that this guy was the one who made the noise before. He saw the other person's hand under his clothes, and he guessed that there was a dagger or dagger there just by the movement of his hand. Brando couldn't help but secretly cursed the patrol cavalry outside -

"Some courage, but no idea about life and death -" But this was an evaluation he gave this guy after his first impression.

Then he glanced to the other side. Sitting on the straw mat on the other side was a boy who looked a little stunted. Because of his thin limbs, his head seemed to be larger than that of a normal person, but the boy's eyes surprised Brando - it was neither Qiaoka's bewilderment nor Maher's alertness, but a look in his eyes. An observational look.

He was observing him.

Brando suddenly became interested. He is very aware of the differences between himself at this moment and himself a few months ago. He has experienced battles, killed people, became the leader of thousands of people, and also has the strength in the golden field. Although he deliberately hides his identity at this moment, But Brando knows that some things cannot be hidden.

For example, eyesight and temperament.

In fact, few ordinary people can look at him now, but this young man can look at him calmly. Brando also looked at the other person carefully. He noticed that there was a dusty backpack next to the boy's straw mat, and he didn't know what was in it.

Finally, he raised his head and saw the little girl disguised as a man from behind. She was also a little thin, not pretty, just a little delicate, and had a few freckles on her face. Although the room was dark, in Bran Many eyes are like daylight, seeing everything clearly.

In addition to these few whom he had some impression of, there were actually three teenagers in the room, all of whom seemed to be in the same group. But this is not what Brando wants to complain about.

What really made him cry loudly was:

There are eight people living in such a small house. Martha is in school. Even the third-rate university I attended was not so stingy. What a bastard!

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