The knight froze for a moment. The Jiufeng people were one thing, but genuine Jiufeng people ranked above others in Rosalin and on the Swallow Plain. How could they possibly mingle with these scavengers? Although he knew that Naxin had half Jiufeng blood, he was a refugee and had long since severed all ties with Jiufeng.
As for that foreigner, he couldn't help taking another couple of looks. The lord's aide was also a foreigner, but he seemed different from this young man.
But the moment his gaze met Brando's, he nearly fell from the dragon's back. For an instant, he seemed to experience some kind of illusion, as though the entire world were spinning and about to be sucked into the depths of that young man's eyes.
He was badly startled and thought something had gone wrong with his body. At the very least, he no longer dared let his eyes wander over the group. Instead, he simply shouted at Naxin:
"Are these people under your command?"
Naxin glanced back at Brando and the others, realizing that the other party had probably noticed Brando, Mr. Liu, and the others. After thinking for a moment, he answered, "Yes, my lords. They're men I hired for this job. You know how dangerous the Black Road is these days."
The knight couldn't help sneering. "Naxin, have you gone mad? Do you know what happens to people who shelter unidentified outsiders and bring them into Rosalin?"
Naxin's heart jolted. Of course he understood. But he had his own plans. They had left a bad impression on Brando before, and whether he could turn that impression around now depended on this gamble.
He was indeed gambling. If Brando refused to accept this favor, his fate would probably become rather bleak.
He swallowed and licked