Amber Sword
Chapter 108 - 45 Scenes Night_2

Chapter 108: 45 Scenes Night_2

Only a genius knows how much determination it took for Brand to say this. His creed has always been risk control, like passing through the Xavier Mountain Path—that was because he was sure he could ensure the safety of Roman and himself—he never thought of himself as an innate savior or hero.

’Even a meticulous plan has the potential to fail, let alone the success rate of a desperate gamble.’ This was a saying given to Brand by his old squad leader in the game, and he took it as his own motto.

But this time, even he didn’t know how great the risk was. Still, he had promised Roman in the old mansion in Buqi. As a man, sometimes one needs some stubborn persistence. At this moment, Brand also felt a kind of motivation that made his blood boil, supporting him to calm down, to complete such a task, and fulfill his promise.

"You’re crazy, Brand!" Frey heard the implications in his words and stared at him wide-eyed. "You... you’ll be hanged, what are we supposed to do?"

She suddenly felt that her words were somewhat ambiguous and blushed, explaining, "What I mean is, I don’t want to become a bandit with you..."

Brand suddenly found this girl, who didn’t speak her mind, somewhat adorable. "It’s okay," he said. "I’ll invite you to join if there’s a chance." He thought there was certainly a chance, he just wasn’t sure how much he could convince this future Valkyrie.

"No chance," Frey said angrily. "You go with Roman, I’m worried about her."

"No need, I believe in Little Roman."

Miss Merchant raised her eyebrows, secretly overjoyed.

Frey was so angry she was grinding her teeth. She thought this guy clearly knew she was worried about him, yet he insisted on making her say it. What’s more irritating was that even if she said it, he wouldn’t listen.

"Forget it, I don’t care about you," she lowered her head, pushing her ponytail behind her. "You... be careful."

Miss Merchant, on the other hand, made an ’everything OK’ gesture to him, shaking the gesture she had learned from Brand over the past two days. "I’ll wait for you at the North Gate, Brand! The carriage of the future great merchant will only start once Brand is on board—"

Brand felt a stir in his heart when he heard this and smiled.

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About ten minutes later, in the military camp of the White Mane Legion’s Swordsmen—

"You said you didn’t hear anything?"

Luc Besson picked up a piece of broken wood, pointing at the fracture. "From the degree of fracture, it’s at least the Level 1 strength. A Black Iron Knight level person broke our White Mane Legion’s prison door, and you tell me you didn’t hear anything?"

Known as the ’tiger’, Luc Besson was 45 years old, with dark skin, sharply defined forehead like it was chiseled, high cheekbones bearing half the blood of the mountain people, flat and thin cheeks, eyes deep with a hint of wildness. Luc Besson had been promoted to commander of the 104th Swordsmen of the White Mane Legion for ten years, and to advance further, he needed to rely on his reputation and seniority in the army.

But Luc Besson politically inclined towards the Everton Faction, also known as the Rejuvenation Party, while the White Mane Legion had long been privatized by Count Pula, and he was now an unwelcome member in the army. However, this didn’t prevent him from showing his authority in front of his subordinates. The ’tiger’ Luc Besson was not one of those aristocratic pretty boys who came up through the back door.

The General’s words immediately made the few Junior NCOs inside look at each other, especially the person on duty that night, whose face was flushed. The White-Maned Infantry in blue uniforms and pointed helmets moved in and out of the room. Compared to the Guard Team, these soldiers’ uniforms differed mainly by the white wolf feathers hanging from their shoulder epaulettes.

This unique decoration was to commemorate the glorious honor of this legion in the ’Jatins Battle’ where they fought to the death without retreating and was the origin of the name White Mane Legion.

"If the opponent was a Highland Knight, it’s not impossible for his apprentice to accomplish this." Someone said.

"For the White Mane Legion, the focus is not on what your opponent did, but what you did. Ten-minute response time, are you militia?"

Luc Besson’s rebuke left the others silent.

At that moment, an officer with his followers reported and entered, holding a stack of parchment to report: "Squad Leader, we checked the militia records from Buqi. There are indeed people named Frey and Roman registered, but the young man named Brand doesn’t seem to be a local of Buqi."

Luc Besson thought it was not surprising. He tapped the table with his finger. "And then?"

The follower approached and whispered something in his ear, to which Luc Besson nodded. He then asked, "What is the attitude of His Majesty’s envoy?"

"The Count didn’t say it explicitly, but it seems he hinted at execution on the spot." The officer replied.

Luc Besson was slightly surprised. Would the esteemed King’s envoy hold a grudge against a commoner? He rubbed his chin, trying to grasp the hidden meaning, but before that, the room was already buzzing with discussion—

"Really? Would that old guy hold a grudge against a commoner?"

"I think it might be because he’s interested in those two women, that old lecher."

"A fool, I saw him admiring that Elf Sword with my own eyes."

"A country bumpkin who hasn’t seen much of the world." Someone sneered disdainfully.

Luc Besson immediately patted the table to silence the chaotic officers. He was about to scold them when another person pushed the door open, it was the orderly from outside.

"Squad Leader, the local council is on fire."

"Great, a diversion," Luc Besson cursed under his breath and immediately stood up to command, "You have ten minutes to gather the second and third squads as quickly as possible!"

Row by row, the officers stood up.

He pointed to another side: "You two, go and monitor the predetermined targets. Marquelin, your task is the inn, you know what to do, don’t alert the enemy."

The three who were named nodded and left promptly.

"Squad Leader, what about Lord Saber?"

"No need to remind them. Those guys must be scrambling to fawn over His Majesty’s envoy. They always need to rely on one side, don’t they."

The Squad Leader’s words elicited a low chuckle in the room.

(PS. Chongqing has turned into a rural area, experiencing power outages every day. Today, electricity came back at 7 PM.

Many people say two updates a day is slow, I feel like vomiting blood.

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