volume 3 - Chapter 125 (2/2)

“Information gathering isn’t really hard. My aunt says that information is everywhere around us.” Romaine interrupted as if she was interested in the topic.

“That’s because the information we require isn’t particularly demanding on quality. The hardest part on acquiring information is not on the process of collection, but to determine which information is useful. This requires skilled professionals.” Brendel gave a laugh.

“My lord, you’re changing the subject. All the things that you do is because there’s some form of benefit.” Amandina gazed at him.

“Even if you point out only these two things, I can only say that they are a coincidence.” Brendel did not wish to spend time on this topic. He had too many secrets and each lie that he gave, would inevitably lead to more lies to cover up the old ones.

“The Red Bronze Dragon mercenaries retired as if they wanted to stay away from the public’s attention, but I can safely state that it was a measure to make sure Miss Freya enters the Royal Cavalry Academy…… But my lord, how did you know there were openings in the academy? No, not only that, it seems that my lord has the ability to see even further. While we are still focused on the problems before us, you seemed to have already seen the end results.”

Amandina looked a little ill and grumbled.

“I-I’m not sure if this is some form of talent, but I feel tremendous pressure.”

“Alright, alright,” Brendel quickly raised his hands to surrender: “I got it. You’re right, it’s a form of talent. But there are areas that I can miss out if I plan things alone……”

He looked at the trees into the distant. The night battle seemed to intensify as the camps started to get burned by fire. The northern sky was gradually filled with red light. Their location was starting to become unsafe.

This was a temporary stop after all.

“…… We’re discussing too many things that are not related to our current situation. We should leave this area before the fight reaches here.”

He quickly ended his sentences and grabbed the longsword near him and fled from Amandina, and prevented her from asking more questions.

[At this rate you’re going to even get my identification number……] Brendel obviously would not divulge himself as a parallel-world traveler with knowledge about the future.

Amandina understood that it was a poor attempt to change the topic, but she had gone a little too far by saying too much. It was normal for a leader to keep things from his subordinates, and Brendel’s foresight boosted the confidence she had in the things they were doing.

Thus she followed him without any objections.

A few moments later she turned around and whispered: “Ser Nightsong Tiger, are we really fine if we head east?”

She had carefully observed Redi’s expressions, and saw him making a scornful face when Brendel said they were going east.

The Nightsong Tiger looked at her with an impressed expression.

“Yes.” He added a motion to pat his left arm, which was a gesture to guarantee something: “Miss Amandina, I have never seen anyone like my lord who is as familiar with these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds who deserve to go straight to h.e.l.l—

He looked at Brendel’s back.

“I say this humbly, we have frequently fought them in the past, and the Disciples of the Black Flames love to use distractions as a strategy. However, it is difficult to discern their true locations. Even if it’s me, I can only pinpoint their ambushes to two locations, either in the south or west area.”

He pointed towards Brendel’s injured hand.

“Do you see our lord’s wounded hand? I’m willing to bet that he took less than a minute to deal with that high ranking contract demon, and he probably did it with less than ten moves. Only a veteran can see through the Lord of Throns attacking style and approach this monster quickly. Even though it has a wide range, it is far less threatening to fight in close combat.”

Amandina listened to his explanation and understood about half of it. It was evident that the veteran soldier was immensely respectful of Brendel. As she looked at Brendel’s injuries on his back and hand, she suddenly realized something.

The current generation of Aouine n.o.bles were ‘soft’, and unlike their ancestors.

[Brave, wise, decisive and tough. A lord like this makes me wonder how far his accomplishments will go.]

Amandina exhaled quietly.

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