Amber Sword
Chapter 143: Act 6 The Natural Lord_2

Chapter 143: Act 6 The Natural Lord_2

There are many powerful people in this world, but few willing to protect the weak. Brand’s actions have already left a deep impression on these people, especially his last words, which induced a sense of trust in them.

"You don’t want to leave?" Brand was taken aback, roughly guessing their thoughts. He tapped on the sword hilt, turned around, and saw Char’s face full of admiration. He couldn’t help but ask, "What do you have to say?"

"In the age of the Saint, knights had eight virtues. Compassion was one of them. Every year, many knights vow at the Flame Temple to uphold these virtues, but how many truly achieve this?"

"To allow the weak to rely on you is also a charm of the strong. The key is, what should we do now, my Lord?" The young mage follower asked.

"Let them stay, and I will think of a solution." Brand replied. As he spoke, he walked over to Yulier and Markov and asked, "Have you made up your minds?"

"Of course, of course." Merchant Markov nodded repeatedly.

Yulier said nothing, turning around to gather his men, preparing to fight against the skeletons. They had also made up their minds; fighting those skeletons might leave a sliver of hope for survival, whereas going back to trouble the young man would probably lead to immediate death. Besides, the young man had promised to stay, so he wouldn’t let them die, right?

As the Security Cavalry Captain in Ridenburg, Yulier was considered a standout. He quickly understood these details and didn’t think it was humiliating. He even acted more naturally than Markov. After all, in Ridenburg, he used to act according to the faces of Luc Besson and Lord Jin Guo. Now, he just needed to follow this young man’s lead. A face is a face no matter whose it is.

Brand admired him for his straightforwardness. Standing beside the two, he watched as the riders, whose swords he had broken, replaced them with spare short swords. For now, he wasn’t worried about having no weapons.

Except for Yulier, everyone else’s face was rather unnatural.

The Security Cavalry and the merchant’s guards were usually arrogant, but in the face of the fearless undead creatures, they were the same as ordinary people. The mere thought of those legendary terrifying entities made their legs weak. Merchant Markov, holding a long spear, stood beside Brand, shaking like a leaf. It was difficult for him to stand there, let alone speak.

Behind them, the civilians stood watching Brand’s back, puzzled as to why this noble youth didn’t flee. They had all heard Char’s address towards Brand and naturally thought he was at least a knight. Since they decided to follow Brand, they wouldn’t leave if he didn’t.

There was a strange silence for a moment.

Soon, the first skeleton soldier appeared at the end of the burning street, followed by the second and third. Scouts, Brand immediately recognized the structure of the Madara army’s skeleton soldiers. They clutched their swords, advancing with clattering sounds.

Their speed wasn’t very fast, but not slow either.

Brand glanced at his pocket watch. Ten minutes left. If Frey hadn’t arrived in ten minutes, he would have Char take Roman and these people to leave first, while he went alone to find her. However, if Frey couldn’t handle even this task alone, though he would still consider her a companion, he couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

He put down the watch, noticing the three skeletons were already close to the merchant’s guards. Seven of them, they could have easily killed these low-level undead from Madara if they had split into three groups. Sadly, these useless people collapsed first, losing even the courage to turn and flee—

Three skeletons killed seven people.

The eleven Security Cavalry soldiers didn’t even have the courage to help. Brand almost wanted to stab these cowards to death, but he changed his mind, realizing that to carve a bloody path through Madara’s army with the civilians, he still needed these people.

"You useless cowards! Where is your courage to bully the good and honest?" Brand shook his head, turning to the Security Cavalry Captain and said, "You, go up and show them how it’s done."

"Me?" Despite Yulier’s deep composure, his legs were trembling.

Brand looked at him naturally, saying nothing.

Yulier gritted his teeth, knowing he had no good end if he didn’t go. But what could he do? Having grown accustomed to comfort and fine food, he had long forgotten his swordsmanship. He couldn’t help but look at his subordinates, but the eleven Security Cavalry soldiers all turned their faces away, pretending not to see.

"Damn bastards!" The Cavalry Captain cursed, raising his sword shakily to confront the skeletons. One against three, the young man showed no intention of helping. He closed his eyes, almost certain he was doomed this time, unable to escape death.

But at that moment, a rumbling sound came from across the street—it was the sound of hooves. As a cavalryman, Yulier was all too familiar with that sound; it was the sound of a cavalry charge. The ground shook as if thunder was rolling from deep within the earth—not only him, even the three skeletons turned their heads, sensing the unusual vibrations.

A surge of life force.

Three horses leaped out of the blazing firelight first, their sword light flashing, the three skeleton soldiers collapsing into pieces. Then the riders pulled their horses’ reins, making the warhorses take a few steps forward before spinning around and stopping—

Brand looked up, seeing a girl knight bathed in the firelight, clad in sky-blue half armor, holding a sword in one hand and reins in the other, with a long ponytail fluttering behind her, exuding heroic spirit.

Behind her, more knights emerged from the flames, gathering around her. Brand saw that many of them were dressed as mercenaries, with strengths at least above the lower levels of Black Iron, with quite a number even at the middle level. He couldn’t help but be secretly surprised—

Where did these mercenaries come from? More than a dozen with all Black Iron level or above? This was equivalent to the elite small squad level of a mid-level captain’s guard in the White Mane Legion. Was this perhaps the private soldiers left to Frey by her father? Knowing Frey’s true lineage, Brand couldn’t help but be full of doubts.

"Brand, where is Roman?" Frey, recognizing the person standing in front, couldn’t help but be stunned.

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