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Brando has been indulging for a moment. To be honest, he cares about the secrets of the other person, but the problem now is that he is not good at cursing, especially the curse related to the nameless person. This is a very dangerous thing in itself. When he was in the Dead Frost Forest, he dared to enter the dream of the unknown person. It was because he knew the special name of the Instance, but now he has to solve the trouble of the Lord Viscount, I am afraid to enter the other party’s dream, as long as the other party Malicious, this trip is nine deaths and still alive.

If the Lord Viscount is someone, then he still said that he was an Origin Association believer. Brando is not great enough to take risks for an enemy. He thought about it and replied: “To be honest, I don’t want to deal with people like you. I can even extend a friendship hand to the nobles that I despise. It can also tolerate Kirrlutzian’s arrogance, but does not want to contact the Origin Association.”

“Yes, we are notorious.” Tirste replied weakly, he was already, his tone became a little anxious: “I understand this too, which may be unacceptable to adults, but-“

“No,” Brando shook his head and interrupted him. “Not for this reason, it’s because you are too crazy.”

“Crazy? No, adults, some of us are trying to pursue the truth, some are trying to pursue strength, but not necessarily more despicable than those who deal with you.” Tirste’s tone is weak, but when he said this, he still revealed A scorn.

“It’s the despicableness of seeking for the sake of oneself. This kind of contempt is ugly, but at least it doesn’t make people feel uncomfortable.” Brando replied: “No one is willing to deal with the madman.”

“Don’t be fooling me, Lord Count, I know that you are interested in the secrets of my mouth…” Tirste seems to hear Brando but is perfunctory, can’t help but interrupt the latter anxiously, loudly said :” Why not give me a chance, give us a chance, my secret will satisfy you! Lord Count, it is related to one of your subordinates, the safety of a woman close to you who is close to you!”

Brando looked at the half-dead guy and jumped in his heart. The first thing he remembered was that the mountain people had disappeared. Fir Tree Shire and Lantolian sent almost all the scouts and eyeliners but they didn’t find them. The other side’s trace, he even asked the Buga people to help, because of the relationship with Azure Spear, the latter also readily agreed, but so far no news.

He looked at each other and coldly asked: “What are you talking about?”

Viscount Tirste grabbed the rusted iron gate fence and glared at Brando, his face pale, like a Spectre. He stood there for a moment, as if he was hesitating to say anything about what he knew. He didn’t know if Brando would lie to him, but an obvious anxiety has spread between his expressions: I don’t have much Time, Lord Count, you and I don’t have any complaints, maybe there are some minor misunderstandings at that time, but you and I don’t have to put that little thing in my heart. I believe that you are a person, as long as you give me a Commitment, I will tell you that secret.”

“Do you still have room for bargaining, Viscount Tirste?” Brando has a panoramic view of Tirste’s expression, although there is some curiosity about what can plague the proud and arrogant Lord Viscount into this way, but this time he all The mind fell on the mountain people who had red ponytail, and they couldn’t help but worry about why the other person suddenly became anxious.

“Lord Count, you are really a stone heart, even your subordinates are not worried about it!” Tirste suddenly twisted his face, grabbed the iron fence and mourned: “I only want you to promise!”

“Well,” Brando finally sighed. “As long as your secret really makes me feel valuable.”

Tirste seemed to sighed in relief, and his face twitched and replied: “…Lord Count, the Miss Adviser around you…ah!” He suddenly opened his eyes and screamed: “No, no! Wait, wait. Wait…Lord Count, you listen to me… ah… When to find Borg Nesson, the daughter of Magusk… If you care about this, let me free… No, don’t bring I am leaving! I beg you! Ah…”

With a stern mourning, Tirste’s voice suddenly turned into a series of horrified roars. At that moment, Brando seemed to feel something going through the night, and there seemed to be a phantom of fluorescent light on the river. The phantom seemed to have a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses, dragging Tirste directly into it, waiting for him. The eye, which was previously present in front of him, has been worn away with a trace. Brando reacted, and rushed to the river to see, only to see the water calm as ever, even a trace of excess ripple did not sway.

But he lowered his head and saw a gap in the rusty iron fence door that was broken by the rust, as if to prove that the previous scene was not an illusion.