Chapter 130 - Volume 2
TL: Well this is the first draft, not vetted for mistakes. I was kind of distracted by stuff recently, but you should see 4 draft amber sword chapters (including this one) + 3 draft TSTBGAM chapters over the next few few hours.
Edit: Okay, hopefully I copied the right chapter this time. The reason why there’s a mistake is because the original site had a numbering error. It literally skipped “chapter 66” and I have manually corrected each chapter, which kind of confuses me until I finally made a mistake with this chapter.
Chapter 74 – Night assault (1)
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“Here’s someone we know, Carles.”
A man wearing a black cavalier’s uniform watched the valleys from afar. The fire torches lit up the dark forest like stars in the sky. The Grey Wolves Mercenaries seemed to slumber as there were no sounds within the camps. The only noise within the forest were the rustling of leaves caused by the western wind that came from the sea.
[It sounds like a roaring tide.]
There seemed to be a creature bellowing deep within the mountain forests as the echoes spreaded out. Moments later, a giant monster emerged out from the trees with its immense claws dragging a female guard’s corpse.
A noble’s scion leaving his own family to create his own fiefdom. It sounded like it was came out from some legendary stories. When Brendel invited her to join him to create a land of his own, she was unable to resist her adventuring self, even if she had received the strictest education from young.
It was an immense enticement that compelled her to want to assist a young knight without using any help from his family to create his own territory.
[It seems like this lord of mine isn’t starting from scratch… But this is more a delightful find rather than a depressing one. It is better for him to be prepared, rather than someone who’s a hot-blooded knight who wants to imitate the legendary figures of old.]
Brendel did not know what Amandina was thinking about from his single ‘Cards of Fate’. If he knew, he would have tried ways to show off his mercenaries and recruit loyal retainers.
When the twelve men were done with their packing and had gathered before him for his next order, Brendel found he had encountered a small problem.
Two people, a man and a woman, from the Grey Wolves Mercenaries’ camps were heading over to his camp area.
He squinted and identified one of them—
[It’s that white-haired brat, Redi. Did they notice some form of commotion here— No, these two are clearly not heading for our tents. Judging by their direction, they are cutting across our camps to go out… Why are they going out there?]
He suddenly formed a new possibility.
[Spies?]