Amber Sword

Kabais might temporarily hesitate because of Viscount Gangsiting's identity, but this is a mere facade. It can fool people for a while, but not forever.

Leaving Tonyger as soon as possible became the most sensible choice at the moment.

However, just three hours after leaving the city, they unexpectedly encountered a cavalry unit under Gruding's command—

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Carey "Nail Hammer" was equally surprised. But this cavalry captain, with a face as fierce as a hyena's, was astonished by his own luck. His face showed greed as he gazed at the several women among the group. By Martha, he had never seen such exceptional women in this area.

Even the few there were in the territory belonged to the Lord, so he didn't dare to have any improper thoughts. The remaining ones were either impoverished peasants with sallow faces or prostitutes frequenting inns.

He had never seen anyone with such fine qualities both in demeanor and beauty.

The jackal, Carey, couldn't resist rubbing his eyes, almost thinking he was dreaming. He couldn't help but wonder what benefits he would gain if he gifted such a group of women to the Lord, of course, secretly keeping one for himself didn't seem impossible either. He secretly licked his lips, his gaze sweeping over the group blocking the road—just a bunch of mercenaries—he had dealt with these people before. After all, the Lord's previous woman was just the sister of a small mercenary group leader.

Did he not teach those ungrateful people a lesson himself?

Carey silently counted the heads of the other party, just over ten people, although their middle-level Black Iron strength seemed a bit tricky. But in front of his hundred or so men, they were practically insignificant. He couldn't help but confirm more and more that this was a big pie given to him by the heavens.

His hand had already quietly rested on the handle of his nail hammer, his eyes finally stopping on the young man leading the group.

A young man?

Looks like a young noble.

A noble offspring traveling outside, Carey confirmed the other's identity to himself. Such people were not uncommon in Vorn, but those heading to barbaric places like Tonyger were generally naïve.

Did they really think they could run amok just by having a noble title? The cavalry captain couldn't help but lick his lips with a cold smile, and asked:

"Who are you people?"

His hand always on the weapon, his voice memorable like a broken bellows: "Don't you know where this is? So many people carrying weapons in violation of the ban, could it be—"

He originally wanted to say 'bandits roaming the wild,' but the latter half of his sentence never came out. Because the cavalry captain had already seen the young man cast a strange look at him, a look as if he was staring at an idiot.

"You guys came from Green Village, right?" Brand seemed not to hear the other's question and asked this instead.

Carey was stunned, then immediately reacted.

"Damn brat, who do you think you're talking to? Do you know who we are? The security cavalry under Lord Gruding. Now I'm suspecting you are a roaming bandit group, drop your weapons immediately and surrender without a fight!" He shouted viciously: "Otherwise, you won't have time to regret it when I give the order!"

"So?" Brand asked.

"So what?" The jackal, Carey, didn't detect the suppressed murderous intent in Brand's tone, or rather, he, used to rampant behavior, never imagined a group of middle-to-upper-level Black Iron mercenaries would dare resist him. He had over a hundred cavalry behind him—not some fancy unit, but real bloodthirsty men handpicked from the mercenaries.

He replied with some pride: "But now I'll give you a chance to reform," the cavalry captain split the mercenaries with his left hand: "Leave the women, the rest of you can get lost."

Standing behind Brand, Antitina didn't feel the slightest anger at these words. On the contrary, she was used to the arrogance of such noble private soldiers, but she still sighed.

Couldn't this guy see he was courting death?

The girl couldn't help but glance at Brand.

The young man's suppressed rage since leaving the Baron's castle finally burst forth at this moment.

His right hand slid slowly from the sword scabbard and dropped. He then tilted his head, answering slowly: "I remember you asked who I am earlier, right?"

The jackal, Carey, was stunned again, thinking this guy must be out of his mind. However, the 'battle-hardened' noble cavalry captain instinctively gripped his nail hammer tighter, feeling something amiss.

"Mr. Cavalry, I wonder if you've heard a story."

"A story?"

"A story of No-Brainer and Unhappy."

This time, not only Carey but even Antitina and Hu Que were taken aback. The well-known bedtime stories in Vorn were just a handful, but none had ever heard of something called No-Brainer and Unhappy.

What kind of name is that?

Though they felt surprised, the jackal, Carey, was almost livid. He instinctively thought he was being mocked, and couldn't help but reply viciously: "Sorry, I haven't heard that story, and I'm not interested in such things for children." He gritted his teeth, "Don't think you can stall for time, I'll count to three, this is your last chance—"

He turned his horse's head and shouted: "One!"

But Brand shook his head: "No need to count."

Then he looked up: "What I want to say is, my name is Unhappy—"

He raised his hand, and almost everyone only saw a blur of a figure, followed by a crisp sound of bones breaking.

The neck of the cavalry captain was snapped, maintaining his last instant of surprise, he then fell from his horse with a crash—

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(PS. Facing No-Brainer, I'm also Unhappy. Unhappy, thoughts don't connect. If I were some troll, I'd not only skip the legitimate version, but I wouldn't even check out pirated posts. Complaining while viewing—tsundere receiver.) (To be continued. For more chapters, please visit www.qidian.com, support the author, and support genuine reading!)