Amber Sword
Chapter 119 - 50 Acts Earl_2

Chapter 119: 50 Acts Earl_2

"Indeed marvelous, it’s truly the witch of Bunosson." Char glanced around, this time he aimed at another tree opposite.

After repeating this seven or eight times, the candle in Char’s hand was burned down to a short stub, but he had reached the other side of the stone hole window. He raised the candle and placed it on the window hole, then his entire body followed a stream of light into the passage inside, and when he recovered next time, he was already in darkness.

He shook his head, shaking off the dizziness brought by teleportation, and could vaguely hear the sounds of battle ahead.

It seemed a bit late, but it didn’t matter, anyway, the Lord would leave a bit of time. Char comforted himself like this, but didn’t know that at this time Brand was already eager to stab him with a sword.

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Time goes back a few minutes——

When Brand pushed open the heavy oak door, he didn’t see the Earl cowering in the corner as expected. On the contrary, the light in the room was just right, the number of mutton tallow candles was just enough to make the brightness neither too glaring nor too dim; the Earl was sitting leisurely on the sofa, his black velvet gown even tidy without the slightest wrinkle, he looked up and met Brand’s eyes, and on the low table in front of him was the Elf Sword——Azure Light Piercing.

Brand was slightly stunned when he saw this scene, he didn’t expect this important minister beside Your Majesty to have some courage. Of course, this also made him vigilant, showing that the other party must have something to rely on.

"I didn’t expect it to be you, young man, I thought it was another assassin sent by those useless people from Gobsburg. But of course, it’s also possible that you are a killer hired with a lot of money by those guys, but can you tell me the answer?" The middle-aged man saw him and was slightly surprised but still calmly asked.

Gobsburg? Wasn’t this guy a Royalist? Brand was puzzled, but shook his head and said: "I’m afraid I can’t, but if you cooperate well, I actually have no interest in killing you."

"Is that so, you’re not interested in killing me? That really is a pity, but unfortunately——I have a great interest in killing you." The middle-aged man said, suddenly a hand crossbow appeared in his hand; Brand saw the edge of the crossbow arrow flashing a faint blue light and realized it was poisonous.

But he had been prepared for this trick for a long time, he was well aware of these noble tricks, as soon as the other party moved, he swung his sword and blocked the arrow with a ’ding’. But before he had time to catch his breath, there was a sudden wind sound behind him, countless life-and-death experiences in battles made Brand instinctively swing his sword to block behind him——

With a loud noise, Brand almost flew out and crashed into a cabinet on one side, after a series of rattling noises, he crawled out of the debris gritting his teeth.

Black Iron Upper Swordsman, and a sneak attack, is there still any justice in this world?

Brand couldn’t help but feel fear, thinking fortunately his previous opponents were players, otherwise, this sneak attack would have instantly killed him. Of course, he remembered those old opponents in the game——players neither have nor need so-called expert dignity, they are simply synonymous with shamelessness, some even act shamelessly just to be shameless, that truly is when scoundrels know martial arts, no one can stop them.

Therefore, Brand had long been used to it, being on guard against sneak attacks had become an instinct for him. In other words, has anyone seen a player who doesn’t like sneak attacks? But even so, Black Iron Upper Swordsman was still tricky for him, that’s a strong opponent with strength at least above Energy Level 15, even if he activated Power Burst, he wouldn’t necessarily have the slightest advantage.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man and his companion were also shocked. They originally thought this would be a guaranteed strike but it missed, although Brand looked very embarrassed, in fact, everyone knew that for a Black Iron Rank Swordsman, that bit of damage was nothing.

The middle-aged man frowned but immediately mocked: "Didn’t expect this civilian bug to have some skill, but this doesn’t change the outcome."

He picked up the Elf Sword on the low table and stood up, coldly laughing: "You also see my guard’s strength, you are no match for him. But also, how could a small figure like you deserve such a treasure, let me give you advice, either chop off your dirty hand that touched the sword yourself, and I’ll spare your life. Of course, those two companions of yours are mine, I’ll make them my female slaves, I promise to treat them slightly better, at least let them live like dogs, haha——"

He said while laughing wildly.

Brand couldn’t help but take a deep breath after hearing that, his face sank, knowing full well the other party was deliberately provoking him. But he couldn’t help but feel the anger rising in his heart, he came to this world, the first ones he met were Romantic and Frey, and everyone in the Militia squad, those people had a precious sense of reality for him in this world.

Just like the Grandfather he saw in his dream, becoming his greatest spiritual support in this world. Therefore, how could he tolerate this guy spewing insults here.

His fingers holding the longsword turned slightly white.

The middle-aged man was secretly observing Brand’s expression, his hand made a gesture to his companion behind his back. The two inside the room were somewhat surprised and delighted, generally, experienced swordsmen rarely lost their temper over external things——but unexpectedly, a casual attempt hit the opponent’s weak spot.

"Ulysses, pressure him!" The middle-aged man ordered with a gesture.

The tall swordsman immediately approached Brand from one side, his swordsmanship was superb, with almost no flaws in his offensive line. But at this moment, Brand’s eyes were only on the middle-aged man, his body leaned forward, the posture he took was the most aggressive offensive stance in Military Swordsmanship.

Ulysses couldn’t help but secretly laugh, a young lad is just a young lad, daring to be so impetuous in front of a stronger opponent.

He couldn’t help but grip the treasure sword in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one strike, he almost saw the opening on Brand’s flank.

"Ulysses!" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, Ulysses instinctively thought it was the signal to attack. Yes, it’s now, he had already grasped a gap that Brand couldn’t defend.

His sword was simply too late to retract——

But the sinister smile on his face had just exposed half when the silver-grey ring on Brand’s right index finger entered his view——

"Oss!"

With a loud bang, there was absolutely no chance to retreat. Streams of air forming sharp spikes pushed forward, hitting the tall swordsman’s face, chest, and abdomen in a bizarre collapsing form, then his whole body was pressured by the wind onto the ceiling——with a loud noise, the ceiling had an upward hole opened. The light dimmed instantly, mud and gravel fell, accompanied by some sticky liquid and body fragments...

On the other side, the middle-aged man hardly reacted to this sudden change, and a cold treasure sword was already on his neck.

"Speak, how do you want to die?" Brand walked out of the smoke and dust slowly, coldly questioning.

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