This unexpected change surprised the accomplices of the opponent, who instinctively drew their swords. Brand also drew his sword and got off the carriage, instantly filling the air with the sound of longswords being unsheathed.
"Who are you?" The merchant in the back raised his voice and asked sharply, realizing that Brand's sword was extraordinary. But seeing that he was a young man and not dressed as a noble, his guard naturally eased a bit. After all, this merchant had spent his life in Ridenburg and had little experience. If he were a noble, he would at least recognize the threat Brand's sword posed.
Brand glanced at him, not bothering to speak a single word to this scum.
However, this sword changed his stance instantly. Those who had been oppressed, old and young, male and female, had long been disgusted by the opponent's actions. They lacked the ability and courage to resist, but now that someone capable had stepped forward, they instinctively chose to stand by Brand's side.
