Amber Sword
Chapter 98: Scene 41 Traitor

Chapter 98: Scene 41 Traitor

"Brando, Roman might be telling the truth." Freya reminded him from the side.

Brando certainly knew that Roman could be telling the truth; he had already witnessed her keen perception. However, he thought to himself that he was just making a joke to lighten the mood. Future Valkyrie, if you always take everything so seriously, you’ll age quickly.

He couldn’t help but glance back at Roman. The merchant girl also withdrew her gaze to look at him. Honestly, her curious gaze sometimes made people feel a bit embarrassed—especially those with a guilty conscience.

But Brando genuinely liked this girl. Seeing it from his perspective, she seemed particularly endearing.

He thought for a moment and then replied, "Let’s stop here for a while."

"Stop for a while?" Freya asked. "But the Madara army is right behind us. At most, they’ll catch up with us in two or three hours. We don’t have much time, Brando."

But Brando pulled out the seal ring from his pocket and waved it in front of them, replying, "It’s midnight now; the city will be under lockdown. This ring alone won’t explain much. If we are mistaken for Madara’s spies, we’re doomed. You understand?"

"Then, what should we do?" Freya originally thought her efforts would at least be somewhat useful.

Brando glanced at her. He clearly knew he was bullshitting. If Ridenburg hadn’t detected Madara’s invasion? Hardly! The nobles wouldn’t neglect their own safety; they prefer to huddle in the city and wait for reinforcements.

He remembered in the Year of the Cave Beast (342), the Blood Wand swept the eastern Karasu Province, leaving no vegetation wherever the Undead Army passed. The Silver Horse City Lord ordered the city gates closed and ignored pleas for help from the eastern reclaimed areas, resulting in many poor farmers migrating west. Consequently, that area remains desolate and uninhabited to this day.

Even so, the lords were not criticized at all afterward. Or rather, the Royal Family had long since been powerless to interfere with the lords since Oberg the Seventh ascended the throne. This happened in the northern Golan-Elsen Region and Karasu Province. Roman and Freya were unaware, but Brando knew very well.

He couldn’t say that his plan was actually to help Roman rescue her aunt—of course, if possible, he would try to save as many people as he could. As for informing Ridenburg’s garrison, he didn’t have that expectation. Brando never saw himself as a savior.

Expecting those nobles to listen to reason was less likely than expecting a sow to climb a tree. In the Old Erune era, players clashed with those arrogant nobles more than once, even directly participated in the December coup.

Brando’s impression of these guys was never favorable.

But he reconsidered; Freya might have a different view. He couldn’t help but glance at her again. This country girl, gripping her sword and staring at the illuminated Ridenburg below, ultimately trusted this country. This wasn’t bad, but he worried she might act impulsively at a critical moment.

But even if he told the truth, Freya might not believe him, only causing division between them. Brando didn’t want to argue. He thought for a moment and suddenly had a backup plan. Of course, necessary preparations still had to be made.

He pretended to think for a moment and responded, "I’ve thought about it; we don’t really have much choice. After all, we are citizens of Erune, and we cannot entirely avoid risks."

"However," he paused, "we still have to make thorough preparations."

Brando’s righteous words left Roman and Freya with no choice but to agree. Even the ponytail girl with a heroic aura inevitably softened her attitude, looking at Brando with gentler eyes, suddenly feeling he wasn’t as shameless as she thought.

Only a genius would know that Brando secretly breathed a sigh of relief after finishing his words. He was surprised to find he seemed to have discovered a balance between Brando and his past self. He was never one to be bound by rules, but recently it felt like a large hand was pushing him forward mechanically, leaving him gasping for air.

However, with his gradually growing strength and the spiritual baptism in the dream of the Golden Magic Tree, the old feeling finally returned to him. He felt like he could handle problems more adeptly once again.

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