Amber Sword

It is for this reason that Brand could barely recall the name of this rest area. If it were those large and super-large ruins from the late game, where an instance has dozens or hundreds of rest areas, it would be a miracle if he could remember the name of such an unremarkable rest spot.

However, this hall had long been studied by the pioneers, with every inch of its ground bearing the footprints of players. Witches, Black Tower Wizards, Star Mages, and even Dwarf Rune Mages—every profession related to the background had experimented here, and there could be no secrets left.

So Brand couldn’t help but curiously watch the old witch Barbara, wanting to see what trick she could pull off. A secret located in the Land of Order that players had yet to discover—just that title would already be explosive news in his world—

Then he saw Barbara walking towards the fountain, unable to help but frown. As the only prominent and iconic decoration of this Contemplation Cathedral, it naturally attracted the most attention from players. Players had even dismantled the fountain and opened up the wall behind it, but found nothing.

"Is there something here?" Driven by curiosity, he couldn’t help but ask. "But shouldn’t there be no mechanism here, just an ordinary wall?"

"Sir, your eyes are sharp," if Brand wasn’t aware of what Barbara meant by this, he might have thought it was a disgusting flattery. However, many Lantoniyan Knights couldn’t help but show displeasure on their faces, and even Princess Griffine frowned, though more than half of her frown was due to confusion.

As Barbara spoke, she had already walked beside the fountain. She respectfully explained, "Lord, you are very perceptive. Indeed, there is no mechanism behind the wall here, nor any secret passage. But for us witches, this pool itself records something."

"Oh?"

"You must be aware, Lord, that before the statue on this pool was damaged, it was precisely the Holy Image of the Dark Dragon Odin. This place is deeply connected to us witches, but not every branch of witches has the ability to unravel the secret here," Barbara replied mysteriously.

Hearing the old witch mention the Dark Dragon, Brand frowned. However, the forum had long discussed the possibility that this statue might date back to before the Saint War. While little is known about the history before that, with the Dark Dragon once ruling the earth, it’s not surprising to have his statue here.

He nodded, and hearing Barbara mention ’not every branch of witches has the ability to unravel the secret here,’ he instinctively cast his gaze towards the listless Sugar Jar—the young witch girl who has been in a flaccid state ever since she cast the spell, as if she doesn’t have the strength to lift a finger. It’s said she would be like this for a while, only able to cast that Contract Spirit Magic once a day like she did earlier—however, Brand’s gaze was due to ongoing suspicions.

He strongly suspected that Sugar Jar was the heir of the purest lineage of the Life and Death Witch.

Everyone knows that among the twelve branches of witches, each branch has only one heir with the purest lineage. For example, the legacy of the Witch Queen is now on Romantic, and he had once suspected that Romantic’s Aunt Jenny was the inheritor of the Eternal Witch’s legacy.

Noticing his gaze, Barbara felt even more respect in her heart. "Indeed, it is as expected from the Dark Dragon Lord," Brand heard such a voice within his heart, the old witch smiling with satisfaction. "Indeed, we need Sugar Jar’s help here."

Brand thought so, but still asked, "Is she okay?"

"What are you talking about?" Princess Griffine, hearing them speaking in riddles again, couldn’t help but ask; her tone slightly discontented. There was no doubt that Her Highness the Princess did not like the feeling of being sidelined by Brand. She reminded herself that she should be the elder princess of Erune, with more active authority.

But in fact, the Half-Elf girl could hardly admit that she simply vaguely wished Brand would not consider her an outsider. She vaguely understood that Brand was different from ordinary nobles, and the people gathering around him had already formed a force completely different from the ancient nobles of the Kingdom, somewhat similar to the officer cadets she had nurtured at the Royal Knight Academy, but not entirely the same.