Perched on the highest façade of the town, the Inn's Lanterngrass is a huge vaulted wooden hall like the heroes and gods of classical mythology, perched on top of a rock, blackened by the wind and rain and the solid wood soaked into the solid wood.

Downwards of the hall, rows of dense window holes open out on the gray-white cliffs, and from a distance, this unique landscape looks like a giant beehive or a dragon's lair on a cliff.

But in fact, it was a hotel room.

"Maned wolf.

In Macarlo's temporary room, the door had been pushed open a quarter of an hour earlier.

The experienced mercenary leader looked up from a sketch of the Chablis region, he heard a certain term from his subordinates' accounts, and his thick, thick eyebrows couldn't help but pick up the one he still held in his right hand with a deerskin glove.

Magnifying glass with bronze handle.

But he had already opened his mouth to ask: "Article 314 of the written text?" "In an official mission, if the mercenary and the mercenary are in conflict with each other.

An attempt should be made to make the parties temporarily merge as if they were mutually agreed.

As for the details of the merger, it should be agreed between the two parties, and an old man with white hair sitting on a wicker chair by the windowsill replied.

The old man looked intently at a large book with a red cover almost four inches thick in his hand, as if he was interested in this.

The topic is not of interest.

"Master Lewoods, this one can be so bowed?.

"Not impossible."

The old man replied.

"Okay, then let me see who that young man is" Makaro waved his hand to the young man standing at his table, and said, "Go ahead, let Lei force him to try."

But he immediately stopped the other party again: "Wait a minute, has that kid found Echo?" "No news yet, Captain" Okay, I see.

You go Macaro shook his head, he snorted and muttered: "This time you must make that kid look good, it seems that I usually spoil him a little too much."

After going on like this, I won't be able to explain it in front of adults, and the old man shook his head slightly while reading a book, a smile flashed on his face.

"Your name is Brando?.

"My name is Brando, and Brando looked up at this young man who was a head taller than himself.

His hair was of a rare pure white, and his eyes were as clear and transparent as amber, and his face was feminine.

There are some who look like women.

Yabulis? Brando thought to himself, the only impression he had of this minority who lived in the Land of Heaven seemed to be the young silver-haired sword saint Gurekis who had been active on the land of Vaynd some thirty years ago.

He didn't think it would be so easy for the other party to accept his request, but he didn't expect that "maned wolf."

Macaro sent such a young man to test him.

Truth be told, apart from the Revelator and the Chosen One, there are very few young people of this age who are about the same age as Brando who can overcome him at this moment.

The strength of the flying level is already considered to be the upper reaches of the black iron.

What's more, the old level of the profession level is the first threshold for any profession, and once this threshold is crossed, the bonus of the profession to the attribute begins to enter the stage where the first level of power is excessive to the second level of power.

At the top of the matter, although Brando had lost the Thorn of Light, his strength had gone further, reaching a level high, close to twelve times or even thirteen times that of trained soldiers.

Although he still looks like a thin young man, he can kill a wild boar with a single punch if he wants to.

As soon as Brando opened his attribute panel, he could clearly see that his absolute strength had reached this terrifying value.

That is to say, theoretically speaking, he can easily fight in and out of any squadron in the second and third tier legions of any country in this world.

This kind of strength is generally colloquially called in the mouth of Eruin's adventurers: squadron leader level strength.

What's more, Brando's hidden strength is far more than that, his tenth-level Eruin military swordsmanship alone is enough to make most of Eruin's officers and knights embarrassed.

Of course.

Brando himself doesn't feel it yet, but thinks that he seems to be some distance from his grandfather.

But before he could finish his thoughts, he saw that the young man had drawn his sword and pointed it at him, the tip of the sword shaking slightly, and the cold light flickered in his vision.

"Listen well, businessman, I never accept the challenge of weakness, nor do I have mercy, quite the opposite.

Because the duel between warriors is sacred, it is a sword exchange and trying to end the opponent's life by a thousand means. ”

The white-haired young man said: "The head of the regiment asked me to fight you, but I will not show mercy against my will, have you thought clearly?" Brando turned back to look at Roman.

"Brando, does he mean he's better than you?" The merchant's eyes widened, in fact she was trying to stare a little bigger, and then she asked with a wink.

"No, I don't think that means that Brando was not angry with Roman, so he could only reply angrily.

"Your Excellency?.

Antitina asked.

Brando shook his head, and said to himself, "Can't you have a little faith?" However, he had drawn the sword at his waist, and since the loss of the elven sword Thorn of Light, he had been wielding the ordinary steel longsword, just like the one he had in his hand now.

When the white-haired young man saw his sword, he couldn't help but show a hint of contempt, as if he had just bought him from the blacksmith's workshop and was not mistaken, as the previous sword had already been shattered in a certain battle because it could not withstand Brando's strength.

Brando cocked and swung his hand casually, as if adjusting to the new sword.

However, his actions immediately caused a round of boos from the mercenaries and explorers sitting in the lobby of the inn, no swordsman would get used to his sword before the battle, and Brando's watch was like a hairy boy who had never been on the battlefield.

"Reddy, isn't your idol that Yabuli Sword Saint Gurecais, defeat this hairy boy, let's see your strength!" "Well said, as a fellow villager of the Evil Saint, you can't be ashamed" Reddy, come on, kill him.

The mercenaries immediately started to complain, these lawless people are a group of people who will never settle down anywhere.

But when Brando heard one of the names, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "Goureth? He was about to enter a preparatory stance for the Eruin Military Swordsmanship, but then he relaxed his mind and looked up and asked.

This distraction made his movements only half complete, and the starting style of military swordsmanship suddenly went out of shape.

The mercenaries booed again.

"You don't deserve to mention that name".

The white-haired young man's face sank, and he had already stabbed out with a sword.

This sword can be regarded as thunderous in the eyes of ordinary people.

But within the perception range of Brando's blade energy level, it was so slow that he was attacked by the other party before he finished speaking, and subconsciously backhanded a sword for a while, to be exact, he raised his sword and pumped the long sword in the opponent's hand away, "Pow, with a bang, the white-haired young man couldn't hold the sword at all.

The sword in his hand had long since flown out of his hand and stuck in the ceiling.

The young man's sword was deep in the light black wood, still trembling slightly.

The whole hall was suffocated.

The mercenaries, who had been shouting loudly before, seemed to be dumb at this moment, as if they had seen a dragon or something, and opened their mouths in a daze, to be precise, forgetting whether to applaud or boo below.

Brando's previous sword was not elegant, to put it bluntly, it was like one.

The barbarians are grabbing sticks.

Because that's not one of any swordsmanship at all, it's purely a reaction of Ben.

But the key to this sword is not its elegance, but its strength.

Born with strange powers? Everyone subconsciously thought of this.

This is nothing new, and on the Way-Vau-Kend, legend has it that some of the human race inherit the blood of gold, and some are born awakened to become the Chosen One.

But there is another category, and they have left some part of the characteristics of their ancestors.

For example, one is born with infinite power, or is extremely strong in rejuvenation, or is born with the power of the elements in harmony.

Generally speaking, such power can only be seen in creatures that have golden blood in their bodies, such as fantasy creatures such as dragons and unicorns.

But immediately someone called out: "The first level of volume".

"Black Iron Strength!" The white-haired young man held his wrist and took five steps back, and he looked at his already swollen arm after only receiving the other party's sword, and he was a little unacceptable for a while.

Although he was not as talented as Echo, he reached the lower reaches of the Black Iron at the age of his early twenties, and he was considered the best among most people, but he never expected that in front of a guy younger than Zigong, he would not be able to take even a sword.

There are so many monsters like Eco in this world? Reddy was stunned for a moment.

However, his astonishment lasted only a moment, as Makaro and another tall middle-aged man had already walked up from under the inn.

Although they hadn't seen the previous scene, as long as they looked at the sword on the ceiling and the expressions of everyone present, the shrewd mercenary leader understood eighty percent in his heart.

His gaze fell on Brando's head, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Although he knew that the businessman who offered to join his team temporarily was a young man, he did not expect it to be so young.

"Buga" Makaroma lowered his voice and said to the middle-aged man beside him: "You go and try him."

"Me?" The middle-aged man's voice has a strong regional accent in the Anlek region.

"Well, I doubt this young man is "Solitaire, someone over there." ”

Macaro stared at Brando and said.

"Do they have such a good young man over there, Makaro, are you thinking too much?.

Buga said as he untied the giant sword behind his back: "But it's nothing, since you say so, I'll try it."

In any case, this young man must have some background, Macaro was slightly stunned, and looked back at his old friend.

"Nothing, I just smelled familiar.

The little middle-aged man looked at Brando.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

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