Brando left Baron Grudin's castle without saying a word, though he walked out of the castle gates like a king: no one dared to stop him, even the most loyal knight to Grudin, who dared to scatter in both directions with his sword in his hand and trembling. But the young man was not happy in his heart, and his hand gripped his scabbard tightly - as if the sword had always been there - and the scabbard clicked with excessive force.

Yes, but he compromised anyway.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the forces of Mardara and Baron Grudin, but he was moved by Akane's pleading gaze. Just like he couldn't have become a Macaro, he couldn't have ignored Sanfud and the other gray wolf mercenaries who stayed 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 although he understood, he still felt depressed and angry in his heart.

Especially when even Antitina tactfully objected -

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

He was going to rebel against Eruin's corrupt rules, but he was disappointed to find that he didn't have the ability to do so - or even without support - and he knew that Antitina wanted him to fit in, and the noblewoman's daughter didn't say it, but she didn't hide her true thoughts.

Indeed, he would be a better choice at this time.

But is this possible?

Brando never thought that he would give up his claims one day, and if he backed away, then he would give up a qiē. Therefore, he has no way to retreat, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he must be inseparable from Grudin.

Therefore, although he knew that the ghost of Mardara was already with Count Jean Denel, he had to choose this way. He has already expressed his position, and the rest can only be left to time to demonstrate.

Brando pursed his lips and walked across the castle's drawbridge without saying a word. But with the afternoon breeze, a pungent ** smell went straight into his nose - and then he heard an exclamation from behind him, it was Antitina's voice.

Brando subconsciously raised his head, but at that moment, the young man froze. The familiar street in front of him seemed to be stretched infinitely in his sight, and the long street stretched to the end of the sky, and there was no one on the street, but there were rows of brand-new crosses erected on the side of the street—the handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

Rows of crosses hung with bloody corpses.

Most of the corpses were dressed in the costumes of adventurers, mercenaries, and some of them were the paupers of the outer city when they saw them. There were both men and women, but now only lifeless corpses remained.

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

But at this moment, who does Baron Grudin's warn about?

Not only to warn him, but also to the adventurers and mercenaries in the city, Baron Grudin, who was the master of the land, was using this incident to tell these outsiders who were the masters of the land.

Blood warning.

"Good—"

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

It's him?

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

He chased around the corner of the street and into an alley. The familiar blue-gray color had already come into view, and the young lord had just hesitated, but the other party had already spoken:

"Brando...... Adult, right? The young man in the blue-gray robe looked at him and asked with a cold expression.

Brando recognized that this was the string wizard apprentice with whom he had met in the morning, and he was so impressed by the other party that he naturally didn't take it lightly.

He nodded.

The young man didn't speak immediately, and both fell silent. However, although the other party's thin face was indifferent, the silent anger could be seen in his eyes.

After a brief silence, the young man finally spoke again: "I remember, my lord, you once asked me if I wanted revenge?" The thin young man looked at him with an unchanging expression, and replied, "If I sue you now, I think—"

He raised his head and gritted his teeth, "My lord, can you show me a way?" ”

Brando was silent.

"That's what the rest of the city thinks, mercenaries and adventurers, who have a feud with Baron Grudin." The young man stared at him and continued, "If you are willing, my lord, we are willing to serve you—"

The two were no more than ten meters apart, but Brando shook his head: "I'm still that question, do you want revenge?" ”

The young man was stunned.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

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

"Your Excellency?"

Brando stopped talking, and he turned and walked out of the alleys, just in time to see the others catching up behind him. However, in the face of the young man's gloomy face and the endless anger suppressed on his body, Tiger Sparrow, Sanfude and others, who did not know the truth of the matter, only felt that they looked at each other. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

Young people staggered with them.

"Brando." Only Miss Merchant's call to stop him.

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

Brando was slightly stunned, he didn't want to say anything, but when he saw the face of the businessman's eldest lady, he couldn't get angry. He only sighed and patted the girl's cheek gently.

"Thank you." He said.

"Eh," Roman was slightly stunned, and pushed away his curiosity with a frown, "but I haven't said anything yet—"

"Didn't Antitina call you?"

"How do you know?"

Brando sighed again and shook his head. He turned his head to the other side, and sure enough, he saw that the aristocratic girl was also chasing after him with her skirt in her hand.

"Are you mad at me," Antitina looked up at him and whispered, "Lord Lord?" ”

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

"But you're still angry, my lord."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Antitina, it's like you know that things in this world aren't as simple as black and white—"

"You say it very well, to make the Count of Denel the supreme governor of the southern frontier of Eruin, a prince of great power, and his private army to make all those who oppose him tremble, and even the real big men dare to curse their opponent in secret. Not to mention the little ants that we don't have in our industry. ”

Brando shook his head, looked at the girl and replied, "It can even be said that a sneeze from that big man can make our next path dangerous and full of thorns, and if we are not careful, it will be ruined." ”

"But?"

Antitina asked earnestly.

"But," Brando nodded, "None of these are reasons for me to grovel. If accepting Grudin's gift with a hypocritical smile is a good idea, then I would rather choose the path of iron and blood, fire and sword. ”

"Do you understand?"

Brando pressed his sword and flicked his fingers slightly, "You asked me why, Antitina. The answer is very simple - not why, because I'm Brando. ”

He glanced back at little Roman: "It's Brando from Butch." ”

The merchant lady immediately winked at him playfully, and the two seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection.

Antitina was slightly speechless, and she was stunned for a moment before she reacted: "However, we may be able to choose a more sensible way." I can understand your thoughts, my lordship, but there is another saying among the nobles - the dead have no right to object."

"Now we're dealing not only with Baron Grudin, but also with the Jeandernell family, and Mardara, my lord, you—" She bit her lip, and though she felt something in her chest burn with Brando's words, her dark eyes were still full of worry.

"That's my business, Antitina," replied Brando, blandly, "whether it's Grudin, Count Jean Denel, or even the army of the undead of Madara." ”

He looked again at Baron Grudin's towering castle.

"Since you have to face it sooner or later, then I'm always waiting-"

He dropped the words, turned and walked away.

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

And the aristocratic daughter also looked at the young man's back worriedly, and her eyes flashed with a hint of strange admiration. But because of this, she was more worried about what this excellent young man would do on the spur of the moment. After all, it is a clear fact that their current strength is far from enough to contend with each other, and sometimes they can solve it without confidence.

……

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

Shortly after Brando's group left, Baron Grudin, in a fit of rage, threw something in his study. There were only three people left in the room at the moment - Kabais and Rothko had already retreated, they naturally couldn't stay in the castle for long as undead, and it was not a trivial matter to secretly form an alliance with Mardara, of course, the consequences of leaking out might not be painful for Count Denel. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

However, as for the undead**, this reputation is not necessarily good.

At this moment, there are only two male favorites left around Grudin, and it is because of this that he can vent his anger without scruples: "Viscount Gunstin, Viscount Gunstin, these northerners are too deceitful!" "The Baron was almost in a state of hysteria, he had never been so humiliated since he was a child.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's strength was indeed too strong, he would have to leave the heads of those guys at this moment. Even if it was a war with another family, he would not hesitate to do so. Although his father, Count Jean Denel, may have some difficulty explaining it, the furious Grudin's anger can't care so much at the moment.

Seeing that he gasped twice, one of the male pets dared to lean up and whisper, "My lord, the other party has already left the castle, why don't you just take them-"

After a few days, I was depressed in my heart, it was difficult to put pen to paper, and I thought about it for a few days, but today I finally got my thoughts, and the strong broke through the barrier, and my eyes suddenly opened up, hoping that the trolls of the eunuchs could roll)