Act 46 Lv Up

'Bronze Dragon Tales' is a pub with its gates on the high street between Bonoan Market and Traveler's Bridge, open all night for mercenaries, adventurers, whores, and peddlers of unknown goods. merchant.

If you can stand the rambunctious atmosphere and the vulgar slang, this is a good place to have fun, with cheap ale, scantily clad waitresses and enough food to fill your stomach, you can drink all night here It doesn't cost a few coppers either - you can even whistle to your heart's content without worrying about guards taking you to a dungeon for the night.

However, Freya couldn't help but feel a little trembling when she approached this filthy place. The little country girl clutched her long sword with both hands, and her mind was full of tips from Brando.

With a red face and lowered head, she walked carefully through the crowd, because she was a little too frightened that even her ponytail drooped. Freya couldn't help thinking wildly, what if someone suddenly molested her? Shall I cut off his hand with a sword? Or stab him with a sword?

She sneaked a glance at the scantily clad waitresses, her ears felt hot, she just thought how could this be so! It's shameless!

Freya walked to the counter with a sword in both hands, and the chubby bar owner looked her over from head to toe with his cheeks in his hands: "This is not the place for you, little girl."

Freya blushed, only to realize that Brando was lying to herself. She couldn't help gnashing her teeth and clenched the sword, but she was too embarrassed to lose her temper in front of strangers. But thinking of her previous performance, Freya couldn't help but dare not raise her head: "Well, I'm here to inquire about someone..."

Leto looked at the girl in front of him who was about to lower her head to the bar, and couldn't help being a little funny: "The bar is a place to sell news, but we don't serve you for free, girl!"

"I know, I will pay, please be sure to tell me."

"Well, who do you want to ask?"

"Hood, that textile merchant in Bonoan Market."

"That guy, are you his relative in the country?"

Freya quickly shook her head: "No, it's just that someone entrusted me to deliver a letter to him."

Leto shook his head, but at this moment, a group of guards hurried past outside. He keenly felt the body of the little girl in front of him slightly tense. He has been the owner of the bar for ten years, and his ability to observe words and emotions is unmatched in the surrounding area. Through this detail, he immediately smelled something unusual.

But what was dramatic was that the guard fell back after passing by. He shouted outside the door: "Leto, by the way, have you seen any suspicious characters?"

Leto lowered his head and saw the girl pretending to be calm in front of him, but she was so nervous that her fingers turned white. He sighed and asked, "Are they looking for you?"

Freya was startled, and subconsciously pressed her sword hilt.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a professional habit."

Freya was stunned for a moment, her thoughts flashed like lightning at this moment, and she said with a blissful heart: "I, I have money, can you hide it for me?"

"One hundred tor, do you have any money?" Leto asked with a smile. He has mixed dragons and snakes here, and it is common for him to hide a fugitive. Besides, he thinks this little girl is quite pleasing to the eye.

One hundred tor is one silver coin, Freya nodded quickly.

When several guards came in from outside, Leto hid Freya in a wooden barrel behind the bar. None of the people in the bar had an eye for the army, so naturally they wouldn't stand up and point them out. What's more, each profession has its own rules, and a place like this where the three religions and nine streams are mixed has its own rules.

This is the so-called gray area. The guards in the city will come to the bar to inquire about the news,

The same goes for those unscrupulous businessmen and thieves. They all know each other's existence, but they abide by the rules and will not tear themselves apart in person.

That's the rule of the game.

But Leto thought so, the inexperienced Freya was different. As soon as she hid in the dark wooden barrel, she regretted it, and couldn't help saying to herself: Freya, Freya, did you never think that others would betray you? You really can't do anything well, are you still the captain of the third squad of the Butch militia?

She heard the bar owner chatting with the guards outside, and the tension in her heart was indescribable. She was afraid that the other party would suddenly open the lid and drag her out. Although she said it was nothing, she also knew what would happen to her if she was caught.

But after a while, she heard someone knocking outside. Said: "They have gone, come out."

Freya just opened the wooden barrel and saw that there was no one outside. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but saw that everyone in the bar looked at her with half-smiles, and some even raised their glasses to signal her.

"Good job, the little girl dares to fight against those guys in the army!"

"Come on, have a drink!"

Freya couldn't help but blushed, and said to the bar owner, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, I'll charge you a total of one hundred and ten tor," the chubby boss smiled, and he beckoned out from the inner room a man in a plain leather skirt with dark skin and a long twist The braided girl came to her and said, "This is my daughter. Let her take you to Hood's house. By the way, little girl, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't run around alone at this late hour. Where's your companion?"

Freya couldn't help but think of that guy Brando. She wanted to be angry for a while but couldn't bring up her temper. She thought that Brando might have the heart to let her come out to hone alone. Thinking about her previous performance, she was ashamed besides being ashamed.

She couldn't help tightening her sword tightly.

"My name is Su." The girl looked at her and stretched out her hand: "I help my father look at this shop occasionally, but I happen to be free now, come with me."

"Thank you, my name is Freya."

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"Someone is fishing in troubled waters, my lord."

Charles stared at the flames of tall buildings in the distance, and replied.

Brando frowned, not expecting that there was a force outside the two parties in the city. The fire in the House of Nobles did not help him, but caused him a lot of trouble.

But this timing was really accurate, he thought for a moment - the other party should at least be an insider, at least know that they have escaped from prison.

He recalled the situation at that time, maybe it was one of those nobles at night. But who? What is the other party's purpose? Brando shook his head and threw these messy thoughts out of his mind. Although he was a little uncomfortable being used, he was not qualified to be unhappy as an insignificant little person.

"I hope it won't cause too much trouble," he said, "but we don't need to be affected. Since it's better to have someone to help, we just need to go about our own affairs?"

"But you haven't answered yet, what are we going to do, Lord Lord." Charles asked from the side.

"Someone lent me a sword, of course I'm going to get it back." The Oberg VII that Brando knew was not a magnanimous person, but he didn't know how close the so-called close minister of His Majesty was.

"who?"

"A count."

Charles snorted: "I have never seen a more lawless person than you, my lord. Do you really think that the noose is not strong enough for your neck?"

"We are going to be hanged when we escape from the dungeon. In this case, why do we care whether there are one or two nooses around our necks?" Brando couldn't help laughing. To be honest, he was also nervous Very, but he found that his subordinate was quite a funny person.

"That's true, but what are you going to do, my lord?"

"Attacking from the front, of course the bigger the movement, the better."

Charles couldn't help but glanced at Brando. Although he talked and laughed freely, his bloodless face and pale hands still revealed the tension in his heart. But even so, the other party still arranged his plan there calmly and calmly.

"What would happen if you died?" Brando thought for a while and asked.

"Cards that die on the battlefield will of course go into the cemetery. I will stay there until you have a way to fish me out, my lord," Charles replied.

"If that's the case, I'll have to be more careful."

Brando said as he estimated the time in his mind. After roughly calculating how much time he had to use, he raised his right hand to be caught by the gargoyle in mid-air——

Charles also raised his hand.

The two looked at each other and nodded. The gargoyle soared into the sky quickly, and under the cover of night, it flew towards the sky above the grove on a hill in Riddenburg.

The wind whistled around the ears of the two, and Charles couldn't help asking: "My lord, are you sure that an earl will temporarily live in such a forest? Not the castle behind you?"

He was referring to the castle on the small island in the middle of the river, at the confluence of the Usson and Wechsler rivers.

"What are you talking about, the wind is too strong and I can't hear you clearly?"

"I mean, sir, did you fly in the wrong direction?"

"Me? Of course not, did I say that I would go to trouble that Lord Earl soon?"

"Then what are we going to do here?"

"Of course it's Lvup! If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapon, understand?"

"Lvup? Is this some kind of ancient language?"

"Nonsense! Let me tell you that there are three indicators in a game that exist forever, that is, skills, equipment and attributes." Brando shouted in the wind: "When you look at these three indicators, they There is always someone who can help you, if you will grow into a great mage one day, then you must thank me for telling you this secret."

"game?"

"Life is like a game, game is like life, understand?"

"Barely understand, my lord, you are really unpredictable—" Charles said incredulously, he only felt that it was so cold to fly in the sky at night, as if his hands and feet were going to freeze.

Brando stared at the forest, thinking he still had fifteen minutes at most.

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In Pine Castle—

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and looked at it carefully for a while, then put down the leaf-shaped sword in his hand. His complexion remained unchanged, still the stern expression in front of others, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"What do you think?" asked the figure behind him.

"This should be the sword. I don't know how the young man got it. But no matter what, he must disappear in this world. But the two women beside him are good, I like it very much."

"Having a little hobby is fine, but the key is not to delay the business."

"If I don't give them a hint, how can those short-sighted idiots think of acting in my name. But they killed people, whether they please or flatter, no one will suspect us. As long as It just needs to make sense, and as for personal reputation, when do we care about that?"

A sneer floated on the thin lips of the middle-aged man: "You said it too, a little hobby doesn't hurt."

The man smiled, and turned his gaze back to the sword: "Have you seen any clues?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's not that easy."