Act 59 The King of the Underground (10)

Brando smiled: "You can't escape now, but you may not be able to escape in the future. The old man's sword is still young, and once you recover, ordinary people can't stop you." He didn't say some words, because Brando couldn't leave two people in the mining area. A golden power is dedicated to guarding a person.

The newly born territory is about to go through its most difficult period. At this moment, the four golden powers, including himself, are his most important support. Brando understands that relying on his understanding of the world, he may not worry about having a large number of talents under his command in the future. But now is definitely not the time to spend money and waste——

Kuran put a hand on his sword, but then let go. The old man vaguely noticed that the young man was interested in his proposal, otherwise he would not have said so much to him.

He asked calmly: "In that case, what do you think we should do?"

Brando pondered for a moment and said, "What is the name of the secretary in the mining area?"

Kuran was stunned, unable to keep up with the speed of his thinking. He didn't understand why the topic came to the noble clerk, but he still replied: "Okins."

"The Okins of the Seacovilles?"

"Do you know him?" Kuran's eyes narrowed. He instinctively sensed the identity of the other party - this should be a young nobleman. After all, ordinary people would not know the noble genealogy so clearly.

Just like a well-informed person from the royal capital might know the names of the nobles above him, but outside of Corcova, he may not necessarily know what nobles there are in other provinces.

However, Okins is the nephew of the Countess of Gendenel and belongs to Grudin's class in the province of Gendenel. It is certainly impossible for Brando to have heard of it. What's more, although the other party is not very famous in this era, after the old nobles gradually age and pass away, the players will have to deal with these young nobles.

Brando remembered that this guy later became the lord of the Silman area, but he didn't expect that he was now working as a secretary at the Schaflund Mine. He immediately realized that the silver mine was where Earl Jeandenel's heart was, and maybe it was from here that the other party gained the Earl's trust.

He cursed in his heart, thinking that this boy's bright future might be ruined by his actions. However, in the spirit of a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist, he could only say 'Sorry' in his heart.

"I heard he's a pretty decent guy." Brando asked insinuatingly.

"That's a really good evaluation," Kuran raised his eyebrows. "It would be better to say he is as timid as a mouse and mediocre and incompetent." He sneered unceremoniously. Okins had always ruined a team of his subordinates. This old man is still worried about you: "You nobles,

He just likes to say nice things. "

After speaking, he glanced at Brando provocatively.

Brando didn't care about the old man's temptation, but secretly figured out in his heart that according to Kuran's evaluation of Okins and his own understanding of him, the young secretary would probably do everything possible to suppress the mining area for the sake of his own future. There was a commotion, and no one would be sent to inform Sir Pallas.

In this way, they would have plenty of time to find a way to the ground. Whether or not this old swordsman master would lead the way would not actually have any impact on his plan.

But he looked at Kuran and had other thoughts in his mind. Of course he doesn't want a golden power to return to Jean Denel, but how to keep him is a problem.

Judging from Kuran's performance, it doesn't necessarily mean that he is really devoted to Count Jean Denel, or else he won't negotiate terms with them here. However, it can be seen that this old man still has some chivalrous demeanor, and it is estimated that it will not be too easy for him to surrender, especially when he himself has little strength.

But Brando thought about it and had a plan in mind.

He replied: "Then please, old gentleman, please come back to Fir City with us temporarily. After this period of time, which can be as short as one month or as long as half a year, I will naturally let you go back."

In Fir City, he naturally wouldn't mind dedicating one or two golden forces to guard the sword master.

"Half a year?" Kuran's eyes narrowed: "If I don't show up in the mining area for a long time, it will arouse suspicion. Aren't you worried about the news leaking?"

Brando thought that this old man was really cunning, but fortunately he had already considered this: "It doesn't matter, you were seriously injured in the earthquake, weren't you? It will naturally take some time to recover, I think Okins will understand of--"

He deliberately emphasized the phrase 'Okins will understand'.

Kuran snorted with sarcasm. He naturally knew why the clerk understood. If he didn't understand, the young man would naturally use a sword to make him understand - the other party was not a hard nut. He could imagine that as long as Brando The slightest threat to that weak-headed clerk would probably make him burst into tears and act as their mouthpiece.

The old man fell silent.

"It seems that you have made up your mind, but how can I ensure that I can leave in a month or six months?" He asked again.

"Why should I promise you?" Brando asked.

Kuran suffocated, raised his silver-gray eyebrows and looked at the other party angrily.

"But since I asked you to go to Fir City, as long as you don't act rashly, at least I won't do anything else." Brando replied, "Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. You are a veteran of the November War. Right? Life is very precious, and the winner in a war is the one who survives last——"

The old man snorted: "You know very well that there are some remnants of your elders who fought in that war?"

Brando didn't answer, just looked at each other.

The old man's eyes glanced at the ring on Brando's hand. After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Looking at what you have done, you are planning to stay here for a long time. But I have to remind you, let Earl Denel It is impossible to tolerate a territory being split from his control, even the most barren Tonigel, are you ready to face the thunderous wrath of a 'king'?"

In addition to the province of Corcova, Eruin is actually controlled by thirteen 'princes'. These princes include six dukes, two marquises and five privileged earls. Their power is comparable to that of the royal family, so they are also Folks jokingly call him 'the king under the throne'.

Among these 'kings', except for the three most powerful Dukes Anlek, Viero and Sifah, most of the others are on par with each other in terms of strength. Although Count Denel is not the strongest in this ranks, , but not the least.

To confront such a force head-on, in Kuran's view Brando and others are like little ants challenging a giant, and they may be shattered to pieces at any time.

But Brando smiled after hearing this, shook his head and said: "You made two mistakes. First, I knew from the beginning what Count Jean Denel would do; second, Tony Geer actually Not the most barren.”

Kuran looked at him deeply: "Confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is not necessarily, young man."

"I very much agree." Brando replied.

"Okay, no matter what you think." Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the old man shook his head and stopped mentioning it. He put his hand on his sword again: "I still want a guarantee that you will let me leave after at least half a year."

"You promise not to return to Count Jeandenelle?"

"Sorry, I can't guarantee that." Kuran replied decisively.

Brando glanced at the other party with admiration, but this time he did not refuse, but smiled and said: "Okay, I promise. It doesn't take half a year, only three months."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

Brando smiled without explaining.

After reaching the agreement, Medissa also finished her rest. She felt that her soul fire became active again, so the group continued on their way.

At this time, Brando glanced at the miner behind him. In fact, after learning that Brando and Qian were not members of the mining area guard, but rebels, and that they were going against Count Jeandenelle, this poor guy I was so frightened that I almost wanted to run away.

But he soon calmed down, because instead of thinking about the future, at least the monsters lurking in these mines would kill him immediately. In the end, the man followed him.

But he met Qian, and after the red-haired girl pretended to be vicious and threatened, the miner could only agree to drag his family to Fir City with a sad face.

During the conversation, Brando learned that in addition to the miner's livelihood, the other party had also learned some skills as a silversmith, so he simply gave him a job as a blacksmith apprentice. In comparison, this job is much safer than that of a miner, and the benefits are also greater. In the end, the man was still uneasy, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.

With such conflicting thoughts, he felt the people in front of him stopped again.

But this time it was not that they met any monsters or people, but that the road was gone - to be precise, everyone saw a dark door not far from the mine tunnel in front of them. door.

The closed door sealed off the entire tunnel.

Medissa and Qian couldn't help but stop and look at Kuran, who kept saying that this road could lead to the elevator. But they saw an expression of disbelief on the old swordsman's face:

"Is this?" The old man was slightly startled.

"Shouldn't this be asking you?" Qian frowned, her voice was weak but full of suspicion.

"No, no, what's going on?" Kuran couldn't help but frown deeply. He said to Medisa beside him: "Little girl, can you help me over and take a look."

Medissa looked at Brando with questioning eyes, and the young man nodded. He had been here before and knew that the old man was not lying. Such a door should not exist here.

He had a suspicion but needed confirmation.

The little silver elf princess followed her words and helped the old sword master walk over. The latter groped the cold, heavy door with his hands and murmured to himself: "How is this possible? How is this possible... …" (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)